"Upbringing" of the Rising Generation

No clubs for thought, no place for reason,
But sports? They're funded well enough.
No risks allowed—such talk’s high treason,
Can’t shake the herd, they’ve had it rough.

Debates could spark a mind’s ignition,
Awake a few, shake up the scene,
But thinking’s met with firm suspicion—
Who needs the wise when fools convene?

It’s all about the body, solely,
No link to thought, no mental light.
The media feeds the masses lowly—
Rot, filth, and trash—day, noon, and night.

To keep the madness ever thriving,
Control demands a mindless herd.
If truth were free and not conniving,
Then fools would vanish—leave no word.

Yet, some emerge—rare, strong, insightful,
Against the tide, they rise and gleam,
But fools ***** out what’s bright, delightful—
Like birds from books—they’re just a dream.



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The History of Earth Is the History of Slavery

They’ve painted over slavery’s tale,
Drowned truth in myths—a grand parade.
And now the fools, devout and pale,
Don’t see how deep we’ve all decayed.



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Inverse Proportion of False Life’s Rewards

You’ll get what’s earned—but in reverse,
No lucky break will lift you high.
If fate must choose, it picks the worst,
Unless you serve—then step in line.

Misfortune clings to those who wait,
Hard work won't change its wicked touch.
So work, but not for fortune’s bait—
Create instead, it gives you much.

True merit shines through fire and strife,
Not wealth, not gold, nor aching greed.
For chasing cash with all your life
Is just the way a slave proceeds.



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Oblivion

"Man, you have nothing but your soul."
— Pythagoras, 6th century BC


Fame and fortune, body, mind—
All will fade, but not the soul.
Seek the truth, reclaim control,
Leave the fleeting noise behind.

Words like echoes cloud the way,
Trapping hearts in endless night.
Break the chains, embrace the light—
Let your soul no more decay!



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Greed

"More! Still more!"—the cry is loud,
And the soul burns out in flames.
Greed has dragged the masses down,
Chasing gold and hollow names.



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The Global Masquerade

A masquerade—just look around!
Few are real, most wear disguise.
The wretched hide, they can’t be found,
For deep inside—they’re empty lies.

And emptiness creates no fate,
Builds no world, no dream, no light.
It only takes, consumes with hate,
And hoards for self with all its might.

Why should others even try,
If fiends will tear down what they make?
All that’s left is smoke and sky—
They take, take, take for their own sake.



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A Game with Poison

What a game—lace your verse with fire,
Strike at fascists, let words ignite.
Let the brutes claim they’re always right,
But don’t you dare give up the fight.

For dropping your hands is sinking your soul,
Drowning it deep in the darkness below.
Listen to heart—let it guide you whole,
And **** what the slaves may think or know.



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Fragmented Mind

Scenes that jump and flash, collide—
Minds dissolve in shattered streams.
Memes ensure the lie won’t die,
Locking thoughts in caged-up dreams.

Trapped within this broken vision,
Sinking deeper, thought grows thin.
Is it fun or just derision—
News, blogs, films—they pull you in.



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True Opposites Don’t Attract

In foolish tales, they twist and spin—
Opposites will magnetize.
But kindred souls will draw within—
That’s life's true law, not hollow lies.



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Golden Domes and Endless Chimes

Golden domes, a ringing chime,
Drifting, droning, loud yet bare…
Time unchrist yourself - it's crime:
Faith will drive out reason there.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Economic Cattle

Greed-born troubles, minds decayed,
Fruits of folly on display.
Deaf and dumb, no thought, no plea—
Livestock for economy.



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A Murky Tale and a Frightful Fable

A fable’s just the start, they say,
The tale is darker far:
A fool obeys and strokes away—
The devil’s penned in char.

Now dreams and life are intertwined,
A "fantasy" untamed.
Do thinkers still remain behind?
Whom do they praise and name?

So few are wise—their idols lie,
Deceit is crowned instead.
The world sinks lower, scraping by,
Its soul already dead.

That fable—once creation bright—
Now fuels the flames ahead.
A tale of rot, of doomed delight—
Of ruin’s final spread.



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A Poet’s Bliss

These "autumn" tunes in verses ring,
So strong before the end—
For Satan’s madhouse, laughing, sing,
As darkness claims its land.

The filth will fade—its time is short,
Though now it floods the way.
So dare to speak—no fears to court,
When death stands but a day.

Yet death must meet your steady gaze
In every fleeting spark,
Then greed won’t lure your soul to waste,
You’ll break, yet leave your mark.

Then knock on walls—no fear, no chains,
For poetry is fight.
And if you fall, a voice remains—
One stronger will ignite.



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"Refined" Vulgarity

****** turns to "deep" instead—
A twisted mind, a snob well-bred.



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Babbling Freaks of Pseudoscience

A "fact" is bent to fit the mold,
The fool keeps silent, bought and sold.
For science false, the rule is plain—
Just empty words, a hollow chain.

What breaks their claims, they’ll never see,
Blind fools won’t hear what truth might be.
They trust their modern prophet clan,
Where "proof" and nonsense go hand in hand,
And faith in lies corrupts the land.



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"Faith," So to Speak

To "trust" means twisting all through lore,
A mind-disease, a fever sore.
And in delirium’s embrace,
I’ll "find" my "savior"—fall from grace.



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A Servile Mind

Like lambs, they march without a fight,
To slaughter—glad, convinced they’re right.
They only dare to doubt and fear
Themselves—so simple, so sincere.



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I lay to rest by cannon’s side
Amidst the war’s mad, raging tide...
— What curse upon these people fell?
— They failed to see their captive cell.
For "freedom’s" lash still drives them blind,
And once again they trust the Lie.



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This "culture" drill—I've had enough,
Its hollow rules—just twisted stuff.
The fools preach "virtue" loud and clear,
While scoundrels drive the herd with fear.
They fool the minds, prepare bullpen,
Then send the weak to die again,
While idly chatting all along:
"Stand up! Stay strong! Keep fighting on!"



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"It's just a business," they will say,
Excusing all in greed's embrace.
Then sink still lower day by day—
No depth too dark for their disgrace.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Greedy Crooks and the Mutton "Virus"

In books, the doctors shine like gold,
On screens, they're heroes, brave and bold.
But only snakes, corrupt and sly,
Would jab the sheep and watch them die!..



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Fabricated "Viruses"

A vial’s filled with "virus" fake—
Illusion, nothing real to take.
The war’s on Reason—make no mistake,
Drowned out by "science" loud and fake.



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War

Drags all
To fall,
Deception reigns—
And fools obey its twisted chains.
"New foes" are crafted on demand,
No second thoughts to strike or stand.



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Rare Poetry for Rare Souls

Soft love for “homeland,” sweet embrace,
Of “friendship,” nature—empty grace.
Such rhymes for mindless crowds are spun,
But Rare Ones feel their blood outrun—

When words, like thunder, strike the brain,
And shatter folly’s dull domain,
Or force reflection, sharp and keen,
Through paradox or scorn unseen.

This True Poetry is rare to find,
As rare as Thought—unique, unchained,
Which loathes the noise of hollow minds
And to their folly stays disdained.



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Transnistria’s Fascist Regime

A rotten regime where the pensions are crumbs—
A grave-fund in name would be nearer the truth.
The cops rule like beasts, sinking lower than ****,
While people are squeezed till there’s nothing to lose.



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Rotten Chaos

Propaganda’s ****** parade,
Far more rotten than the rest.
Ruthless gangs behind the shade
Keep the fools in blind duress.

Fools are plenty, ****** aren’t few,
Gangs? Too many to be named.
Lies spread fast, deceit’s in view,
While the "ruler" plays his game.

No way forward, doomed to crack—
Rotten Chaos meets its fate:
Waves of madness, lies attack,
Blood and war—a twisted state.

CowID? Just a testing trick,
More fake plagues will soon arise.
With their poisons, strong and slick,
They’ll inject the world with lies.



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Cinema Propaganda

First, comes distraction—your mind drifts away,
Then filth creeps inside, while your thoughts fade to grey.
Reading the “news” is a tiresome chore,
But straight-shot deceit works much less than before.

So now they inject it through laughter and thrill,
Corrupting the weak with their venomous skill.
A dose at a time, till the mind’s stripped of all,
And nothing remains—just an echoing call.

But Nothing builds nothing—it crumbles, decays,
While rot is their goal through manipulative plays.
They dazzle, distract with their "stories" so grand,
While lies take deep root where you don’t understand.



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Propaganda—a Villains' Brigade

A gang of beasts—propaganda’s crew,
Yet theft’s not the prize they chase or pursue.
Their goal is far worse: to make the depraved
The "norm," while the world drifts into the grave.



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"The Path of the Cross"

They push the herd the cross to bear—
Its goal? Not faith, but pure despair.
"Humanism"—just a veil,
Hiding evil’s true detail,
Like a carrot for the frail.



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Breaking the Bottom as a Global Sport

The sport of hitting rock bottom's thriving,
More loved than football, far and wide.
No ranks, no borders—none surviving.
The final set. Match point. Decide!



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Faith in the Kind Intentions of the Reigning Evil

Winds of "change" arise,
Sweeping old world ties.
Evil shapes it all—
Trust it, and you fall.

Lies will guide your way,
Toil or death to stay.
Choices? None at all—
Satan rules with thrall.



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The new Ruling Sharps

Suits won’t show, the game's unfair,
High cards lost without a trace.
Yet they swear—no tricks, they swear!
Just new cheats now run the place.



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Burning the Nonsense

It’s time to burn—this filth and grime,
This wretched sludge, this waste of time.
The rabbit hole is packed so tight,
And He who made this world of blight

Keeps pressing down, a ruthless force,
Blind to the limits of this course.
The Lord of Lies, lost in his game,
Has surely gone completely insane...

But then a distant glow arose,
It stirred the Sun—its fire grows.
Its mighty light will cleanse the stain,
And burn the madness once again.

What comes next? None can say.
Yet as the End draws near, don’t stray
Into self-deceit and lies—
Then you may see through their disguise.



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Feminism, or Our Masha

Masha’s mind is in a haze,
Not from malice—just her ways.
Poisoned thoughts, a bitter blend—
"Trained to labor" till the end...



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Our Masha

Masha dreams of kids and gold,
Hunts a goat both fat and bold.
Plenty goats are roaming near,
But the gold? It’s never clear.



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The True Original Sin

Greed?
Take heed—
If bright, sincere,
No bows, no lies, no trace of fear—
Then wealth won’t come, but neither shame,
For lies and gold are much the same.

Deceivers thrive in markets grim,
Where truth is sold for profit’s whim.
A poet starving stays divine—
He won’t commit that primal crime.



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Almost Chess…

A knight’s move—
Chance to prove.
One step more—
Checkmate’s shore.

Darkness nears,
Ends all gears.
Mind will fall,
Shadows call…



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Deadly Shame

Thunder roars—
Rain then pours.
Lies the same—
Death in name.

Fraud runs deep,
Nations sleep.
Like CowID,
Shame can bleed.



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Strike, Don’t Cry

Strike—don’t weep,
Let fate decide.
Ignore the heap—
God will judge, not pride.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Proportions and Final Sums

The doubtful ones are far and few,
The blind believers crowd the way.
And so, in lies, without a clue,
Pseudoscience fades away.

Doubt was cast out from the masses,
Propaganda rules supreme.
Now the world, ensnared in ashes,
Feeds the Beast’s eternal scheme.

Filth has shown its face unshaken,
War now writes the next grim page.
Fools embrace the doom awakened,
Slaves to madness, vice, and rage.

Few remain whose minds aren’t taken,
Doubt’s the cure, but thought is banned.
Evil’s reign is now unshaken—
That’s the sum, as fate had planned.



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The Path of Doubt

Doubt leads the way—rejecting lies,
Relying on your mind alone.
You’ll leave the fools, the blind, unwise,
And find the light of thought your own.

Don’t seek the sane in herds that cower,
Obedient to evil’s call.
Their only goal—preserve their power,
By wrapping fear in lies for all.

And those who dare to doubt and see
Are rare amidst the mindless throng.
Yet now the word spreads endlessly—
That such as they don’t quite belong.



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About Predators

A barracuda isn’t worst—
There’s one more vicious, cruel, and vile.
It walks the earth, its soul accursed—
A Judas lost to truth and bearing guile.



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Subspecies

A Judas, a fraud,
A word-twisting lord,
Far worse than Pol ***—
Sends fools to be shot.

With lies they command,
The beasts rule the land.
Through filth and through war,
Their words **** much more—

Yet fools march along,
For “safety” they’re gone.



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The Path to the Pen

Read to escape,
Watch, drift away,
Don’t interfere—
Let **** betray.

They rob, they lie,
Yet none resist.
The fall is nigh—
A fate unmissed.

The price—your mind,
Your soul in pain.
Honor declined—
The sheep remain.



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Opinions

Self-regard is still opinion,
Fleeting all, they fade away.
Entropy brings decomposition—
Rotting stumps still dream of may.



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The honest science fades away,
But ads are sharper than a knife—
Those ******* fool us every day
And dumb down almost every life.



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To seek a fool’s acclaim is vain,
For talent, it’s a deathly snare.
So die alone—but soar again,
And leave behind the world’s despair.



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The taxman is the devil’s blade,
Dissecting all with greed displayed.
He takes his tithe—no less, but more,
Yet idiots endure the chore.

He carves the world, a lifeless heap,
And tears off chunks to hoard and keep—
All for a rule where slaves obey,
Schwab-style, in the modern way.



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Dreams of the Future

To dream of days that lie ahead
Feels pointless when the now is bare.
Not just despair and fear we dread—
Delusion hangs thick in the air.

Cause and effect: the course is set,
Tomorrow sinks below today.
You'll wake to find your world beset,
Where ******* leads—and you obey.



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Phantasmagorias of Pseudoscience

"The progress of knowledge requires constant reformulation of previous viewpoints."
— Jean Piaget


To rewrite theories—what’s the use?
They’ve turned to specters, lost in haze.
No longer serve the mind—abused,
A tangled web of hollow maze.

They serve but evil, clear as day—
CowID has shown the world this plight.
And progress withered, slipped away—
Too many parasites to fight.



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Degradation

To blend an actor with his role—
A warning sign, a troubling mark.
This way, the world will lose control
And soon descend to rot and dark.

It happened once, yet now we see
The agents push them more and more—
"Stay in your script, let life agree!"
Both on and off the film set's floor.



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Pseudoscience Is a Curse

A cunning game, a wicked scheme—
It buys the crowd with market wares.
Then floods the world with hollow dreams,
And nonsense reigns, yet no one cares.

They mix in “proof” to prop the lie,
So Creatures thrive in grand deceit.
The fools believe—don’t question why,
For “science” serves to bring them heat.



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Movie Stars

No bright life to live—
They stare at the screen.
Think your light can give?
It’s long gone, unseen...

Reflections remain,
Fake shine in its stead.
That's the price of shame—
Spirit left for dead.

Choice was sold for dust,
No strength to say "no."
Stars are dim in trust—
Their films? Hollow show.

Madness, dull decay—
Slavery at core.
If no light remains,
Feed on movie lore.



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Coal and Diamonds

The world is filled with empty chatter,
A flood of words without a mind.
Yet fools keep speaking—does it matter?
A diamond’s voice is hard to find.

And few will hear its rare reflection,
For coal is valued far above.
A gem, squeezed out through pure compression,
Is prized by those whose wealth is love.

The ones who treasure thought and reason—
True nobles of the soul and wit.
But fools prefer the void's cohesion,
For nothing clings to nothingness.



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The Smoky Lamp

"Some speak with grace, yet void of thought, their words but empty air.
They light a fire—not for warmth, but just to fill the room with smoke."
— Peter Abelard, 12th century


A smoky lamp of hollow talk
Has wrapped the world in ashen haze—
A vast, unending vault of mock,
Where idols set the air ablaze.

Through choking clouds, a light may gleam,
Yet barely flickers through the night.
We suffocate in fumes of scheme,
Till dizzy heads confuse the right.



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Effort

Nothing is lost, though all may seem
Defeated in the human eye.
Only when the soul gives in
Is all forsaken, left to die.

No effort—then comes helpless strife.
Fight till the end, resist the wrong!
But first, expose the web of lies
That made you blind and led you on.

Too often, you will chase the shade,
Wasting strength in aimless flight,
Wandering down the hollow ways,
Lost in dreams that blur the light.

Yet fate is false—a mindless thread,
No law can bind the spirit's will.
Defy the dark, and fear will shred—
Deception fades when movement's real.

But bow before the chains of spite,
Then you're no more than dust and grime.



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Virtual Sailors

Goebbels-media took hold—
CowID, then the Russian threat.
We have sailed where darkness rolled,
With minds polluted—drowned in debt.



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Head Against the Wall

The world’s a prison, cell by cell.
Heads keep striking stone in vain.
The Jailer sleeps, immune to hell—
No knocking breaks the iron chain.

A storm must tear these walls apart,
For that’s the only path from pain.
Few will reach a world restart—
The ones who shunned the dark domain.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

A Fabricated Tale and Modern Nonsense

The "ancient glory" haunts again
The minds of slaves—depraved, insane.
It keeps the youth in restless chains,
Yet truth is Shame, Decay, and Pain.

What glory, then? The cause is dire—
A rotten loop, a doomed affair.
From shadows, ruling with its fire,
The soulless beast directs the herd.

Their fate? The slaughter, endless shearing,
As once before—no change at all.
History—venom, dark, deceiving,
A lie that pulls you down to crawl.

From Depths to Abyss—one direction,
The course of mankind through the years.
And foul deceit, in its infection,
Transforms men’s souls to beasts of fears.

Behold! The Abyss, reeking, endless,
And War—a shadow in its wake.
Think for yourself, defy the senseless,
See through the Nonsense. Hell’s at stake.

Behind the Fraud, the Devil’s grinning,
Too vast to notice, clear as day.
For sheep—new gates, yet none are winning,
Just empty space and void decay.



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Almost a Daily Sketch

Lazy dumplings, days so bleak —
We’re slaves to hell, absurd and weak.



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The Question

I take black paint and start to trace
A portrait, landscapes, lines unclear.
Some faces seem so out of place—
At times, their meaning isn’t near.

Then crimson ochre joins the night,
With blood and darkness mixed anew.
Amidst this world so dull and trite—
Have I not grasped a single clue?



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Rat Race

The rat race is spinning.
Grow fatter! Grow fatter!
The vile rise to winning—
More ruthless, more bitter.



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Sea of sorrow, thoughts are none—
Is the dreary path had done?..



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Crisis of Genre

When "strangeness" yields to lies instead,
And praise is sung to all things dead,
The fleeting world is not your key—
Stay true to strangeness, let it be.



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Faith is Sulfur, Mind in Lies

Deceit's prevailed, the mind's astray—
And sulfur burns where faith once lay!



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The Last Drops of Humanity

"A drop of humanity is worth more than all the rules in the world."
—Jean Piaget

Squeeze them out, drop by drop,
Seal them in a grand display.
Step on rakes, let lies not stop—
Deceit must lead the way.

New laws written, forged with hate,
So demons reign and rot consumes.
Humanity fades—this is our fate,
While darkness laughs, the void resumes.

Few drops left—CowID has shown,
The lowest depths we’ve plunged beneath.
The masses fell, their shame now known—
A global fall, a fate of grief.



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Komsomol-Fascist Truth

The worm of doubt is dead—destroyed,
By "truth" in poison, thickly spread.
The Führer speaks—his truth is law,
Doubt it once, and you’ll be dead.



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The Light of True Wisdom

True wisdom’s light must find its way
Through science twisted into lies.
But walls of falsehood block the day—
Soft light alone won’t break their ties.



--- Total 10 poems. ---