The wounded bird
Still longs to rise—
A human soul
That never dies.



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Youth—
Old age—
Few escape
The void’s embrace.



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The Shift of Ideologies Over Time

"Blinders off!"—yet Darkness cries,
But just to swap them once again.
Thus, it shields us from the Light,
Keeps the dust from causing pain.

Dissidents still spread their haze,
Casting grime in every place.
Cure their curse in old-time ways—
Call our order but "disgrace."



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Light

Light shines only in the knowing—
Rarely breaks through blinded eyes.
Darkness yokes each new-born growing,
Bound by lies the Goat supplies.

"Light" they call their chains unshaken,
"Duty," "goodness"—words so sweet.
Yet the herd, so lulled and taken,
Fails to see the dark deceit.

Few can break the cursed binding,
Yet the crowd calls them insane.
Slaves see "freedom" so unwinding—
Freedom, chanted, forged in chains.

"Freedom reigns!"—their voices thunder,
"Free world"—terms they twist and smear.
Madness welcomes every blunder,
Like a sewer welcomes fear.



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All Is Propaganda

Truth is but scraps—mere shards remain,
While lies are cast through history’s frame.
They twist the past to mask the stain,
So ages ruled by evil tame.

Take, for instance, lunar stories—
They "walked the dust" with proud display.
Yet drowning facts in verbal glories,
They hide how rot still eats away.

The world decays, while chains grow stronger,
Each day they tighten on the mind.
"Freedom!" they chant—yet slaves live longer,
And those who see are burned alive.



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The Layered Cake of Lies

Lie on lie—to mask the traces
Of the old with something new.
Stacked like cakes through endless ages,
And... it’s quite a massive brew.



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Hammer and Sickle

They shear the herd and reap the gain,
Their "laws" just serve Mammon’s reign.
Scams run wild, while Nature bleeds,
Yet hidden hands still sow the seeds.

The sickle’s there to trim in stealth,
While hammers strike at growing wealth.
Each year the blows grow ever bolder,
Yet fools still fail to see the smolder.

Virtual goods, but real despair,
Inflation’s grip is everywhere.
And yet they claim, with grand display,
"The Sickle stands to shield your way."

A sickle’s slash, a hammer’s fist—
True global rule, where none resist.
With lies they weave a gentle veil,
To hide the fascist iron trail.



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A Skier on Asphalt

Summer nears, yet here I stand,
Skis prepared for sun-baked land.
As the world sinks ever low,
Drowned in lies that freely flow.

Soon this sight won’t seem so strange—
Madness sets the normal range.
Fools and lunatics decree
What is sane for you and me.



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The Road to "Success"

A rat race? A twisted ride?
Or just a chase where cheats collide?
"To the start!"—the call rings loud,
As fools are harnessed to the crowd.

Rushing blind for hollow glory,
Breaking rules without a care,
While the fallen tell the story:
"That road leads to sheer despair."

Only weaklings quit, defeated,
Or collapse along the track.
But with "doping"—once completed,
You just crush them, never look back.



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A "Mighty Bird"

A "mighty bird"—
How false, absurd.
The world’s reversed,
Where, at its worst,
A stubborn mole
Will reach the "height"—
By digging deep
Through filth and blight.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

The Main Task of a Person is to learn how to think correctly

"To think right is more valuable than to know much."
— John Locke, 17th century


To THINK the RIGHT way—vital mission,
Else you'll drown in superstition.
Drowned in "knowledge," lost and broken,
Truth distorted, lies unspoken.

Yet intuition cuts through faking,
Lights the path when minds are aching.
Falsehoods crumble, frauds diminish,
Sharper thoughts will help you finish.

Doubt and question—stay demanding,
See how EVIL keeps expanding.
Same old tricks in fresh disguises—
Spot the pattern, no surprises.

Creativity’s the power
Lifting minds from darkness’ tower.
Only truth will rise and glisten,
Lies will rot—no need to listen.



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Goals in Holes, Minds in Drains —
Welcome to This World Insane!

Lies run wild, the trap is set,
Cheese is rotten, cold and wet.
Praise the world? A cruel jest—
Here, Deception rules the rest.



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To Those Left Frozen in the Cold

Frost bites,
Heart tight.
Trapped in lies—
Dark night.

Trash-fed delusions,
TV’s pollution.
Rotten and reeking,
Scoundrels are speaking.



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To the Outsiders

Not from here—if fools and liars
Choke your throat like jagged stones.
When their weight just grows and piles,
And all that’s left is burning scorn...

Off to wander? Maybe leaving?
Or another Hell instead?
Still, your conscience won’t stop grieving,
Still, you loathe each worm you’ve met.

Yet you fight, though filth surrounds you,
Though the madness grips the land.
Drifting on—let waves confound you,
But you never touch the sand.

For the bottom’s where the devil
Rules through lies and endless schemes.
He controls the blind and servile,
Feeding off their rotten dreams.



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To Pour Your Soul Into a Cause…

Pour your soul in—let it shine,
But if clumsy, falls to grime.
Satan’s filth lurks in disguise,
Masked as joy and sweetened lies.

"Kindness," "goodness"—all pretend,
Yet it leads to one dark end.
No ellipsis—mark my call:
Satan’s foulness taints it all.



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The Flight

All is empty if you’re trying
Truth through logic to define.
Heart must weigh the thoughts you’re flying—
Reason’s cold, but soul aligns.

There are visions—truths unspoken,
Melting fast like ice in spring.
Ponder this, let chains be broken,
Take your flight—unfurl your wings.

It’s a flight to Spirit’s mountain,
Yet a fall may lie ahead.
Without intuition’s fountain,
Mind alone may strike you dead.



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Decay

Tiny people, hollow nation,
Chained by fear and fed with lies.
Truth won’t spark their liberation—
Darkness rules, and reason dies.

Ages pass, yet still they follow,
Slaves to Evil, blind and weak.
Fools embrace the chains they swallow,
Lost in nightmares, mute and meek.

Break the chains? The world will shatter.
Ruins left—a grand collapse.
Rot devours, till nothing’s after,
End unfolds in its own traps.



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Animals

Beasts have souls, and minds as well,
Though their thoughts are weak and slow.
Strip the masks from those who dwell
In our world—you’ll see the show.

Not much difference—Earth’s a cage,
Just a realm of beasts refined.
Glimpses tear the false façade,
Show the emptiness inside.

Only those whose minds ignite,
Lift above the herds that stray.
Yet such sparks are rare and slight,
While the madness floods the way.

Thought is scarce, yet nonsense endless—
Cats outthink such fools with ease.
Yet they crown themselves as pillars…
What’s the end? A mind diseased.

Vile and cruel, they taint existence,
Harm both nature and their kin.
Monsters rule with no resistance—
Dawn won’t break this night again.



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Bombed with Lies and Fear

The blast wiped honor, mind, and soul—
A strike of lies, a storm of dread.
Yet “Soldier Zero” stands there whole,
By evil’s law he fights and bled.

He bombs, yet he’s the fallen too—
Corrupt exchange, a tainted game.
And so, for many, blurred and skewed,
The line between the good and shame.

A rotten mess—a stinking mire,
For filth will taint the sweetest well.
No need for war, no need for fire—
Lies alone will cast their spell.

The filth displayed, the wars have spoken,
And cast the world in darker shade.
The souls destroyed? They died unbroken,
For filth within will not degrade.



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Burrows. Blinders. Darkness near.
Truth is fading—choked by fear.
Lies now serve as whip and chain,
Goebbels’ tales seem mild, in vain.

Creatures learn—deceit perfected,
Spewing filth without a flaw.
Rot is set, the end’s projected—
Just a few more years to thaw.

On full speed, the storm is racing,
Bringing ruin, crushing ground.
Dust of man—pathetic, wasting,
Two-thirds fools among the drowned.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Crossroads

Straight ahead— a pit of sorrow,
Lies pile high above its rim.
Leftward— sheep led to the slaughter,
War revives at Führer’s whim.

To the right— the path of fading,
Yet the haze won’t linger long.
When decay and lies pervade you,
Choices left are weak and wrong.

But a spark of true creation
Lifts you past these roads of sin.
Step by step, it breaks damnation,
Wipes away the Goat’s dark grin.

Cursed this world— the Goat Supreme
Strangles all creative fire.
Yet the strongest won’t be beaten,
Won’t bow down to his desire.

Few resist— the crossroads call
Most to darkness, filth, and shame.
Breeding beasts, they flood the halls
Of a world consumed by flame.



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The Music Played

The music played,
The flattery flowed.
But she just swayed—
You're a zero, she showed.

No cash, no car?
Then you're out of the game.
That’s how things are—
Most folks think the same.



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In the Dark of Black Marks

Black marks flashing,
Seen without asking.
Luxury, status—
Hiding the madness.

Vile ones scheming,
Binding and weaving.
Countless, they smother
This wretched world over.

Black marks cover,
Lies make it suffer.
Few walk lightly,
Pure souls brightly.

White marks glowing—
Truth ever showing.
Honor must guide them,
So we can find them.



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Twisted faces, filled with rage—
Mad slaves seething in their cage.
When their "truths" begin to fall,
Then the "leaders" lose it all.



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Changes

Fools and tools,
Played by rules.
Masks are gone—
Helmets on.



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Childish...

Buzzing Fly
Darted by,
Landed in your ear—
Whispers lies you fear.

That’s the trick of spin—
Trust the beasts, you’re in.



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Satanism of False Faiths

Swing the censer, chant and pray—
Fools won’t see the Devil’s way.
"Eat His flesh"— the rite goes on,
Bless the chains and call it dawn.

"God’s own slaves" in every land,
While the liars rule, expand.
Temples rise at their command,
Praising shackles, tight and grand.



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"God’s" Slave

Weakened, broken, rich yet lame,
Still a servant, just the same.
Off to church—bow down once more,
Fill your mind with hollow lore.



--- Total 8 poems. ---

The Mindless Herd

A mindless herd...
Will darkness be stirred,
Or led to the knife?
Fight for the light,
Or sink into night,
Lost without sight.



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A Chamber of Mad Slaves

A chamber filled with traitors,
With cowards, vile and sly.
They live for self and status—
The Earth can’t help but cry.

The Honest stand as shadows
In chains of fear and lies.
Who claims it’s just delusion—
Is blind to all he spies.



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The Soviet Mold

We chased a dream so grand, yet hollow,
While strengthening our chains each day,
Obeying beasts whose voices bellow
Of harvests rising on display.

Yet blind we were—ourselves the reaping,
Drowned in a sea of lies and shame,
Where minds and souls, through blind obedience,
Were sacrificed within the flame.

Dark powers mask their true intentions,
Deception spun with practiced art.
The Soviet's gone—now wail and mumble
Of "democrap" with bleeding hearts!



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"Concerns" Keep Growing

The "cares" keep growing—fools in power
Destroy the mind with gifts so sweet.
But when will tails and claws, once severed,
Grow back again? When comes that feat?

Will Earth turn beastly once and fully?
The answer—yours to seek and find.
But think it through, and think it truly—
Give in to fear, be left behind.

One day your tail will sprout unnoticed.
Through fear and "care," the dark designs
Breed soulless thralls—so few remaining
With human hearts, outside the lines.



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The Whip and Crumb

The dried-up crumb still draws devotion,
As once before—the whip still stings.
Yet now it bears a new promotion—
A "law," the slave believes it brings.

Old lies return with masks appealing,
Refilled to match the present day.
The wage-hand’s now a "freelance" worker—
Just empty words in sleek array.



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Progress of Decline

The progress of decline is growing,
And madness soars—an upward curve.
The sum is ruin, ever showing,
Yet lies conceal it—nerve by nerve.



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The Lies of Bonds

Your “closest friends” can grip your throat,
Their hands so firm, their smiles bright.
And family drifts—unless you float
With every lie and call it right.

For “friendship” often feeds on lies,
A comfort wrapped in soft deceit.
And families? Just thin disguise—
The stomach rules, the heart’s defeat.

Exceptions? Few. The world’s decayed,
Drowned in falsehood, slick and vast.
They “love,” they “care”—yet lies pervade,
Though not all show their masks so fast.

For blatant lies are but the tool
Of those who reign, devoid of grace.
Lie well—support the rotting rule—
And find your “happy” little place.



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Betraying Talent

No sin is worse than self-betrayal,
So cast distractions all aside.
Though trapped within a world so stale,
Create—let weariness subside.



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Propagandists

The cogs and gears of lies and malice,
Machinery of purest sin.
Their wretched souls, so lost and callous,
Are bound by contracts signed in grim.

They sell us out for crumbs and wages,
Deceiving minds already dull.
And lies, well-spiced with small intrigues,
They serve as treats to keep us full.



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The Empty Rhetoric

The blabbermouth’s no fool or clown—
His role is praised, his rank is high.
He paints a myth of great renown
For idiots who trust the lie.

And they, inspired, will spread deceit,
Believing all they hear and see.
So keep the rot—the beast must feed,
The line of falsehood shan’t break free.

For lies now govern, pure, complete,
Their grip too strong to slip away.
Through CowID, we have touched defeat,
New fools will dig a deeper grave.



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The Poet’s Crossroads

A pit ahead. To left—chains rattle.
To right—mad whispers call your name.
Behind—a path of grief and battle.
But Mandelstam first walked this flame.



--- Total 11 poems. ---

In Hell

We toil, we bow, we serve, obey,
Let our souls just fade away.
Turned to cattle, bred to stay—
Yet we swear that it's okay.



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A world so strange—a firing ground,
Where every thought is shot and drowned.
Amidst the weak, a few remain,
Wounded, yet they shun the chain—
Thinking still, refusing fate,
Striving hard to stand and wait.



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Slavery’s the core affliction,
Source of endless sad reflections.
If ignored, the fool will chase
"Fortune" in a mindless race,
Dulled and drained, a willing pawn
In a world so crude, so wrong,
Where the twisted proudly say:
"Freedom" is the fools' ballet.



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They force their “good” through silent chains,
A subtle touch—no open pains.
And so the madmen, blind, obey,
Believing filth to be their way.



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Cupid, get lost—I've seen enough!
Breeding slaves is foolish stuff.
Dulling minds is all it brings,
Crushing souls beneath Devil's "kings".



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Teddy bears and childhood lies,
"Upbringing" is crude disguise.
Then comes "learning"—what a game,
Made to crush the sparks of flame.

Pointless labor, endless strain,
Drags the soul through dullest pain.
Till they’re left—distorted, weak,
Mindless fools too numb to speak.

Propaganda seals their fate,
Darkness claims them, soon or late—
Blind, obedient, unshaken,
Slaves so dreadfully forsaken.



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The Horror of a Hollow World

They shape your mind from childhood’s start,
Instill the filth, embed the part.
You trust the lie, you play the role,
Till all dissolves—entropy’s toll.

No noble ways, no truth, no spine,
Just weak examples, dim design.
For filth prevails where spirit fades,
And empty souls serve hollow shades.

They mold you for a stagnant fate,
A puppet born to serve the state.
And in the end, what’s left to find?
A fool, enslaved in soul and mind...

But lies they are—you’re more than clay,
Your mind, your flesh—just suits to wear.
To love the cage, to kneel, obey?
Throw out such madness, strip it bare!

For since your birth, they’ve dulled your sight,
To blind your soul, to ***** its might.
Their endless chants, their hollow lore—
That is the world whose name is Horror.



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Steelworkers forge the chains with pride,
While iron skulls breed thoughts denied.
Their madness molds, with blind embrace,
A brand-new prison for our race.



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We just chatter, fools in line,
Chasing women, feeling fine.
Let the world be bleak and hollow—
Winning hearts is all we follow.



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Madness rules—it’s no mistake,
Darkness thrives where minds break.
Through sheer folly, fiends command,
Twisting souls with iron hand.

Lunacy secures their reign,
Spreading chaos, breeding pain.
In this world so crude, so base,
Fools keep fools in their place.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

New Apocalypse, or From Hell to Hell

Hell never ends. Will death bring salvation,
Or will we wallow in filth once again?
Rot will consume every mind and each nation,
Branding the spirit with madness and stain.

"Freedom" will once more be stamped as submission,
Slavery masked as the will of the free.
Monsters obedient—newly commissioned—
Rising to rule in their vile tyranny.

Ruling in name, but in truth—merely puppets,
Guided by masters who lurk in the shade.
Cycles of ruin, descending in buckets,
Spanning through time as the future decays.

Nature will strike, yet the cycle keeps turning,
Round after round till the end of all days.
Beasts of corruption are still left there yearning—
Madness repeated—new law on display...



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German Submarine

Submarine. Heroes. Germans. War.
Yankees drop bombs—sink to the floor.
Heroes as well? Who’s keeping score?
Scoundrels on both sides—nothing more!

Fooled by the cause, they marched to fight,
Opening doors to endless night.
Madness was hailed as law and right,
Clung to delusions—lost from sight.

Demons will grant them steam and fire—
Blood-soaked baths at fate’s desire.
Tally the fallen—count the breath,
"Heroes" deceived and led to death.



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Thorough Slavery

"Those who would give up liberty to gain security deserve neither."
—Benjamin Franklin, 18th century


A Founding Father once spoke about freedom,
Yet built an empire—a fortress of chains.
No sign of liberty—none, if you seek them
Among the masses they proudly proclaim.

Laws on mere paper ensure their protection,
While chosen offenders stay high on the throne.
Through wars they inflict the worst devastation,
Outmatching villains long overthrown.

Worse than the crooks are the lawmen who guard them,
The so-called "Founders" of vile design.
Dragging the people to depths ever darker—
For all must be cattle, by Evil's assign.



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You Must Care

You must question, seek, and wonder,
Or you’ll rot in filth and shame—
Just another wretch who'd squander
All but greed and hollow fame.

Blind to evil, vice, and ruin,
Deaf to suffering and cries,
Lost in Hell, where lies are brewing—
Drunken fool with vacant eyes.



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Cunning Twist

A cunning trick, a wicked fate—
Grim Armageddon’s at the gate.
It’s almost here, yet fools stay blind,
Too dull to see the end in sight.



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The Final Countdown

The fools once were treated, but now there's no need—
They've grown into mobs, the majority breed.
The world's at its end—if not days, then in years,
The final countdown now rings in our ears.

The herds faced a test—yet they failed it in full,
The lesson is clear: time to cull every fool.
A worldwide camp they will build in its stead,
For Spirit is gone, and the mind left for dead.

And if the fool bows, staying quiet and mild,
Then straight to that camp he will march, reconciled.



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Success in Synthesis

Headfirst into walls—progress in motion,
That’s how we push through, no need for delay.
Raising a breed with blind-eyed devotion—
Fools with no conscience to stand in our way.

Foreheads of stone instead of perception—
That’s what the prophets of madness have taught.
Generations shaped by deception,
Schooled in the dogmas of nonsense and rot.

Nonsense alone is weak, just laughter,
Foreheads alone—just brittle bones.
Blend them together, and soon thereafter,
Hatred will conquer the world as its own.

Ukraine has witnessed synthesis thriving—
Orcs in their glory, marching ahead.
Fear turns to ice in veins still surviving,
While iron foreheads shield the undead.

Bound into one, the madness and power,
Fused like a single unshakable hive.
Mines do not scare them—straight through they tower,
Leaping to paradise, thinking they’ll thrive.



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Brutes

Brutes—unyielding, vicious, cold,
Stuffed with lies that they uphold.
Crude and shallow, dull and base,
Mocking truth with shameless face.

Rotten minds, and blind in might,
Venomous to those with sight.
Evil’s stronghold, rough and raw—
Swamps where countless fools still crawl.



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Exit at Entry

"The exit is often where entry was made."
—Stanisław Jerzy Lec


Entry, exit.
Exit, door.
You won’t make it—
That’s for sure,
If your mind’s a scattered war.



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Avoid It All!

He who pays —
Rules the ground.
Crowds obey,
Lurking 'round.
Dull and ***** is their call—
Stay away, avoid it all!



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Twisted Minds

Warped perception, lies, deceit—
Empty nonsense, crude conceit.
In the filth where tyrants tread,
Sensitive hearts recoil in dread.



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The Call

The trumpet cries,
The mad arise.
To fight, to slave—
Their soul’s the grave.



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Rat Race

From cradle to track—
No turning back.
They push, they chide,
No room for pride.

No time to reflect—
Just run, don’t suspect.
By race’s grim end,
No mind left to mend.



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Global Nonsense

The worst of sins is feeding lies,
Adding more to filth and rot,
Twisting minds and scarring souls
In a battle foul and fraught.

Bombs are just a minor token—
LIES OF WAR bring real decay.
Frauds and fools spew poison, hoping
Fame will come along their way.

Eager sheep, so blind, submissive,
Bow to Evil, lost in haze.
Led by Goats into the chasm,
Trapped in fear and false displays.

Through deceit, the Goat commands them,
Dangles “hope” yet fans their fright.
Once so timid—now they're shaking,
Numb from terror, lost in night.



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Will is Fragile

Will’s a structure, hard to build,
Weariness will see it killed.
When destruction clouds the sky,
Drenched in fear and soaked in lies,

Rest must be your shield and guide,
Or you’ll break and fade inside.
Briefly shines your fleeting light—
Mastered only by your blight.



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Schooling Years

Through all your school days,
They smother nature’s ways,
They drown you in lies,
Wrap chains in disguise.

Yet only through art
Can you stand apart—
Or fade with the weak,
Lost, dull, and bleak.



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Occasion

"Fate is but chance—but who pulls the strings?"
—Stanisław Jerzy Lec


A storm of chance, yet Evil steers,
Guiding all toward the dark.
Shadows whisper, bending gears,
Hidden hands ignite the spark.

Creeping beasts, concealed, obey,
Shaping ruin, veiled yet tight.
Man-made chaos lights the way—
Blurry lines reveal their sight.

All leads back to one control,
Filth has shown the tangled thread.
Through decay, their twisted goal:
Gnawing Spirit until it’s dead.



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Knocking on "Heaven"

Knock on “heaven,” dare to try—
Horned one greets with judging eye.
Quickly sends you down below,
For your boldness—doom will grow.

Hells have “heavens” of their own,
Where the wicked kneel and groan.
Don’t go knocking—bite instead,
For fiends, true paradise is dread.



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Mindless Bliss

Oh, this bliss of the mindless—
So fragile, so weak.
Through troubles and trials,
It crumbles, too meek.

Yet no other is given,
If you dare to see clear.
Truth is lost, thought forbidden—
No great wisdom dwells here.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Cherry blossoms bloom.
Poet waits for rhyme.
Yet the haiku lingers—
Lost in thought and time.



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To the queen, no pawns bring trouble,
If it's not a chessboard fight.
They're just toys—no more than rubble,
Empty moves and hollow might.



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Red-cheeked fools in dreams arise,
Drenched in sweat, I wake in fear.
Twisted wretches sharpen lies,
Though they vanish year by year.

CowID, war—it’s no surprise,
The ruling beasts must thin the herd.
No great secret hides their ties,
They serve the Evil, bound by word.

Fools may aid them, yet their might
Is nothing but a fleeting spark.
The beasts bring weapons back to light—
A flood of words, a shield so dark.

For fools are armor, words are blades,
Their dullness firm as stone remains.
No longer do they bring charades,
Their masters rise from shadowed plains.

These pawns are used to crush the wise,
A mass to smother thought and spark.
Too little strength is left—time flies,
And no one halts the coming dark.



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The Muse’s gate is hard to cross,
Its price is steep—of that we’re sure.
No promise shields you from the loss
Of worth, if what you bring is poor.

Madness and genius—fools proclaim
They walk as one, yet that’s a lie.
The herd, in madness, fears the flame
Of those who dare to cast off ties.

They brand as “mad” what breaks their chain,
Yet bow to whispers, dull and blind—
The teachers preaching hollow pain,
Destroying thought, unshaping mind.



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Chess—check—fall.
World—lie—thr­all.
Fool—fraud—wreck.
Dust—doom—speck.
Foe—a fool.



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"All will be fine!" they say.
A rotten broth they spray,
Then pour it from the heights,
To blind and drown the sights.
The fools, once more, obey—
To toil and die they stray.



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Stationary bike

Boldly on the bike I ride,
Cherishing the cozy air.
No green landscapes stretch outside—
Just a mural hanging there.



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"Doctors," so-called

With gadgets draped, they speak in codes,
Their Latin reeks of rot and mold.
So grave, so smug—disgusting loads,
Their greed for gold is plain and bold.

Their “cures” are but a slow demise,
They drain your coin, then let you fade.
Just masking symptoms, selling lies,
Like goblins in a twisted trade.

And when CowID took its toll,
Two-thirds revealed their wretched role.



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Crossroads loom—what path to take,
When most just lead to Murk and Wrack?
Choices fade, but don’t forsake—
Step off the road, forge your track.



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Hornless Lies

"Spin myths about yourselves. The gods began that way."
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec

A myth can veil the thirst for might,
Hide horns beneath a sacred tale.
Then scriptures preach the gods were right—
Their mercy vast, their wrath so pale.

And so we watch as tyrants play,
Their legends told, their tales refined.
They promise heaven far away—
While leading us to be confined.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Artificial Problems

The PLAN of PROBLEMS, all arranged,
For BEASTLY minds—a mapped-out way.
A brand-new cycle is exchanged
Once the LOWER hits its day.

The feeble crowd, so blind, misled,
Needs old-time tales with fresh decay—
A touch of "new" on what was dead,
And all will cheer and drift away.



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Fake Originality

You chase your "joy," yourself adore,
A twisted PATH—there’s nothing more.
A standard freak, the same old way,
Just lost among the mindless stray.

Try to twist, to play pretend,
Shape yourself, yet in the end,
You can't outsmart what nature gave—
A freak you were, a freak you'll stay.



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The Lie of "Normal Life"

To write of "normal life" is bland,
No duller pastime could be found.
For COMMON LIFE is sleight of hand,
A farce that turns to madness round.

You wear a mask—till mind is split,
Illusions drag you down the road.
One path remains—the soul to lift,
Yet FEW will walk that heavy load.

No pretense there—just truth shines bright,
If fearless, you will see it through.
And "normal" burns in blinding light—
Replaced by something pure and true.



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"Thanksgiving," They Say

A feast on blood—
Gluttony disguised.
So much "love"—
How we're mesmerized.

But first, let's slay
The tribes once more,
Pour some punch,
Then feast galore.

Two hundred years—
What will remain?
Just the bird—
The rest's in vain.

Pour a drink
To drown the past,
While terror here
Still holds us fast.

Brutal hands,
Their greed obscene,
Marching sheep
Through gates unseen.

A tyrant grins,
Brings war anew—
Lies, fear, shame
Drown all in view.



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The Real Hunchback

A hunchback’s not the one who’s bent,
But he who bears the lies—content,
And drags them on from birth to grave,
Still chanting, "Trust the chiefs, behave!"

Yet filth and nonsense pile high,
His path is heavy—crushed thereby.
That weight will lead where fates align:
A CowID ward or a fascist line.



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Global Insanity

The madness grows, runs wild, untamed,
And few escape it unashamed.
The path is hard, the price is steep
For Brave and True—yet not the weak.



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Generations on Their Knees

Generations bow in chains,
Yet some insist they’re free from pain—
So "happy," lost in blind delight,
With rotting minds and hollow sight.



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Pawns

A pawn won’t rise to claim the throne
Unless the Master sets the tone.
The path "upstairs" is smeared and sealed—
A truth the lowly won’t reveal.

They claw their way, they push and shove,
Yet sink in glue instead of move.
But serve the top—then wait and see,
A "rise" may come as your decree.

Yet only those within the pack
Will get a shove to stay on track.
The fools are told, "They've earned their place!"
Or fed some lie to keep the pace.

The Soviets proved it well enough:
The chosen rose—the rest were stuck.
A rotten caste, no shred of grace,
Where honor lost its rightful place.

And now it's worse—the filth runs deep,
They serve the BEAST and watch us weep.
A world in chains, held tight once more
By fear, by lies, by Satan’s war.



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Stacked Deck

A game where cheats don’t rule the spread—
A rare exotic dream instead.
And suckers hear the same old phrase:
"No luck for you—just lost the race."

But this is more than cards they play—
It’s life itself, a rigged charade.
The deck is stacked, the rules are fake—
A hollow "order" built to break.



--- Total 9 poems. ---

About the Mad Age of Sheep-Virus

The city pens of CowID,
Put to the test, exposed their breed.
The trial failed: vile lice of greed
Have bent the world to suit their need.



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Memes of the Luciferian System

The System’s rules—deceit and lies,
Its memes ensure "progressive" guise,
A tool to tighten, bit by bit,
The beasts' dominion, force, and grip.

The memes grew sharper, bolder still,
More obscene and full of skill—
For many eager, servile swine
Have honed the craft and toed the line.

Their teacher, Goebbels, did his best
To shape the feeble, clueless nest.
Now dumber crowds obey and bend,
So memes must spread without an end.

With tangled words they rule the weak,
The halfwits taught the lines to speak.
And for the docile, brainwashed lot—
A catchy meme will do the job.



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Mindless Rot: No Thought, Just Plot

Thinking’s hard? Then why pretend?
Or has your brain just gone to rot?
A hollow stump with thoughtless hands
Now builds the world into a knot...



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The Poisonous Mire

To shake the beasts with fear and fire—
That's how deception takes its root.
Seek knowledge, sharpen and aspire,
Or drown within the Poisonous Mute.

For lies in "wisdom" lurk and fester,
Yet only instincts see the snare.
Expose the fraud, reveal the jester,
Let reason blaze instead of flare.

Don’t let it smolder, choked by feeling—
The path is clear, yet few will try.
The fools, in blind emotion kneeling,
See nothing greater than their pride.



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"Choice," They Say

Fish may choose,
Or some big wheel.
Or the bend
Of shower steel.

Naught beyond—
That’s all we know.
Clear as day:
We've hit the low.



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The Mind’s Futile Toil

The world is swarmed with half-beast kin,
Thus reason’s works all meet their fall—
For only HUMANS hear within
The Highest calling—if at all.

Yet minds fall ill, consumed by blight,
Few stand to heed the noble peak.
And toil of reason, stripped of light,
If blind to Him—then you’re a freak.



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The Freaks of Politics

So many twisted, soulless breeds,
Yet all emerge from just one source.
Their goal? To set the kin at odds,
To pit the neighbor in the course.

Their master—Satan. Few will see,
Just party heads know what’s at play.
The rest are pawns, they serve for free—
No physicist will light their way.

One cashbox fuels the whole charade,
Yet tell the fools their banks compete.
They twist the minds through lies well-paid,
Like poisoned cheese—a deadly treat.

The Cheesemaster will grant them more,
For folly feeds his grandest feast.
Deception spreads—the richest store,
And fools bring profit to the beast.

That profit? Agony and dread,
The beasts extract from human prey.
And puppets dance as Satan’s bred—
Just minions in this foul play.



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Muse or Girth?

For poets, oft the choice is clear—
The belly wins, the verse must die.
Thus many songs just disappear...
All hail the filth they raise up high!



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The Muse That Drags You Down

The Muse pulls down—a heavy chain—
To social depths, a hopeless mire.
Yet rising high, a stench remains,
Where eagles, cranes will choke and tire.

A foolish canary, caged in gold,
Still sings for beasts in their domain,
Its feeble tunes, so meek and cold,
Just blend into their wailing strain.



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"Choice," They Say

Is it choice—
Or just a gleam?
World’s a rack,
And beasts—extreme.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

I'll Bake a Bitter Pie

I will knead a heavy dough
Out of words both sharp and grim.
Bake a pie with honest glow
For the ones who won’t give in.

Those who see through endless lying,
Who won’t chase the Hell ahead.
For the world is long past dying—
Drenched in fire, not cooling yet.



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Tyranny

A tyrant’s grand delusion,
His “kindly” mask—illusion.
Yet fools still kneel and follow,
Led like sheep to sorrow.



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The "Peak" of the World

A skyscraper scrapes the sky,
While the drudge, like meek plankton,
Toils away with hollow eyes—
Stamped out, useless, then he's gone.

No more space for thoughtful minds,
Cunning rules the money game.
Dumber Evil’s new designs
Promise "change"—yet all’s the same.

Fools and **** now set the pace,
Every foe they brush aside.
Greater Shame now takes its place—
Choking all in hollow pride.

Higher, higher—let it rise!
A skyscraper built on Shame.
Till the herd is hypnotized,
Stripped of soul, reduced to game.



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Stock up on dark humor, on sarcasm and spite—
In a world full of Evil, it’s only right.
Will you beat all the liars, the sickening frauds?
No—just get turned to the scapegoat for gods.



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A blank sheet of Mind—
They will stain with lies.
Tortured and confined
As the World denies.



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Heaps of Filth and the Horned God

We hoped for light, for something bright,
But all we got was dust.
The road between these Heaps of Blight
Drags us to Hell in trust.



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Corrupting all the youth
Is now the highest deed.
Just spread the shameless "truth"
And fuel the lawless greed.



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The Art of Saying "No"

"Until you can say 'no,' your 'yes' is meaningless."
— Osho


If you can't tell the vermin "No!"
Then all your "Yes" is just a game.
You'll feed the madness, let it grow,
And join the herd to chew the same—

Just graze.
Just sleep.
Just learn to weep.



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Madness and Decay

Madness, fear, and fading light,
Shame that burns, a crumbling sight—
With the next degraded wave,
We will kneel and march to grave.

Bruised and bent in well-known pose,
Storms no longer bring us woes.
Tears are pointless, all is frozen—
Crowds are numb, their minds are broken...



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Obedience to Slaughter

Obedience—straight to the knife,
Resistance—buried, left to die.
A fascist hell is born to life,
Emerging in the blink of eye.



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Celery Won’t Heal the Mind

No leek or celery can mend
The wounds that rot your dying mind.
Wake up, you fool, this is the end—
Life has left us all behind.

The mind’s not king—it's just a part,
The Spirit rules, it stands above!
Deny this truth—and lost you are,
Crushed by Beasts that know no love.



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Fortresses of Hollow Lies

These fortresses of hollow lies
Can’t be breached by blast or drill.
If you seek to stay alive,
Walk on fast—but tread with skill.

For every path is lined with mines,
And truth is scarce where falsehood thrives.



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Trivial Dreams

We cling to hopes of days ahead,
We mourn the past with weary sighs.
Yet life, unnoticed, melts and sheds—
We trade it all for hollow lies.

Tomorrow turns to nightmare’s glare,
And yesterday dissolves in haze.
The world’s a wound too vast to bear,
All else—just trivial displays.



--- Total 13 poems. ---

Nature rejects the empty-headed –
It must be known, explored with might,
With spirit strengthened. Yet "aesthetic"
Snapped on a phone is hollow sight.

A fool finds comfort in such framing,
He’s quite adept at playing blind.
But when the Spirit starts decaying
In many – doom is close behind.

And Nature soon will bring its reaping –
It needs no worm, so weak and lost,
Led by a madman, ever preaching
Yet drowning deep in evil’s frost.



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A nerdy scholar spews his blather,
And fools believe his hollow talk.
He twists life’s essence, tears and shatters,
Defiling nature as he walks.

But Spirit rules—its light is fleeting,
Erased wherever lies take hold.
Deceit’s a chain, so tight, deceiving—
Believe the nonsense—lose your soul.



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Radical Bath

Caustic soda, scalding, searing,
Cleansing crowds with brutal cheering.
Layers thick of madness crusted
On their hides, fear-tanned and rusted.



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Worldly Woe

Just sorrow unending...
Fate’s wrath is descending:
If you do not bend,
You sink in the end.
It strangles, deceiving...
The traitors, the scheming—
They finish you fast,
A lesson amassed:
"Don’t live this way, see?"
They cheer what is cheap...
When Spirit is banished,
Corruption is lavish,
And sorrow is smothered
As Conscience is gutted.

Yet never escape it—
This WOE—lest you break and
Turn vile. So wake,
Let WOE flood your veins.
If drowned, you shall rise—
Stay True, and be wise.



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Pain

Let pain subside—
You’ll rot, deformed.
Go crawl or hide,
But not conform.

Through pain, you’ll see
Hell’s truth laid bare:
The herd’s obscene—
You will not err.

And who’s not weak?
A precious few...
Through pain, they bleed,
Their blood—like dew,

If fools are all they’re forced into...



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Emptiness

I am gone, I have left all the chatter,
All the nonsense, the meaningless fuss.
Dove in void—like a soul seeking shelter,
Like the Buddhist release from the dust.

On this path, every thought is a weapon,
Not a burden to bear or to grieve.
For the world is in FEAR THROUGH DECEPTION—
Through its lies, most are slaves to the grief.

Emptiness makes the ugliness clearer,
Brings out thoughts, lets you breathe and be free.
No more traps of delusion draw nearer,
And each meeting hurts more, you will see.

Still, I plant nothing there—no “compassion,”
No “forever,” no sweet, hollow grace.
I expose in my own bitter fashion
All the vile, all the FILTH of this place.



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Only Losing Nonsense, You'll Find Truth

Only losing, you will find.
All you've lost was empty lies.
Through the Nonsense shaped by Blind,
Through the Evil’s thin disguise.

If it meets you—step aside,
Stress will strike and twist your mind.
Lose yourself in hollow pride—
Well, you’re truly deaf and blind.



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Eat and Sleep

Eat and sleep—then dull your mind,
Drown it fast in fleeting fun.
If you wake and look behind,
Hell of Heavy Thoughts will come.



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Land of Fools

Where knowledge decays,
The servile crowd sways—
Their blind, eager course
Feeds fascism’s force.



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All Rivers Turned Back

The rivers now reverse their flow—
A fitting metaphor, no doubt,
For lies unchecked. Let falsehood grow!
No room for minds to figure out...



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Half-Childish...

Grass is growing, bright and green,
Sunlight sparkles, warm and sweet.
Yet the “people” grow obscene—
**** just lies without defeat.

Darkness feeds on fear and fools,
Spreading nonsense far and wide.
Mountains high of twisted rules,
Peaks of filth and hollow pride.

Grass is growing, sun still gleams,
Yet the Dark is taking lead.
Now the world is torn at seams—
Drenched in Boundless Shame indeed.



--- Total 11 poems. ---

Dehumanization

"Their goal is reached. On Saturdays, the young
Choose malls, not books—their minds undone."
—Noam Chomsky


Clothes and fast food, fleeting pleasures,
Thoughts? Just boredom once was measured,
Now—no thoughts, just empty eyes:
Beasts in humanly disguise.

Thus the world’s transformation’s done,
Filth has conquered, all have run,
Greed and Mammon rule supreme,
Rotting souls in poisoned dream.

Stables ruled by Satan’s order,
Fascism dressed in finer borders,
Soon, like cattle, none will fight—
Dumbness deemed the final right.

Camps arise—white flags with crosses,
Branding minds with mental losses,
Pricked like livestock, marked and drained,
Till they rot—together slain.



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Nothing’s left behind, ruins lie ahead,
In between—disgrace and filth,
Yet they preach: “Have hope instead!”—
Truth’s now seen as useless spilth.



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The Voice of Essence

Hear the voice of Essence—
That’s your soul inside.
World is filled with falsehood,
Cast the filth aside!

Chase your own ideas,
Ones that burn in you.
Act with fearless spirit—
Time is running through.

If your strength is fading,
If your days are thin,
Would you fall for nonsense
Wrapped in golden skin?

Wise men know the answer:
Every fate is near,
Life flies by—so strike it,
Hit the lies sincere!

Smash deceit—your legacy
Will be truth, not chains,
Spitting in the faces
Of the wretched fiends.

Let the flame of passion
Shape your fleeting days—
Even midst the shadows,
Joy will light your way.

Hear the voice of Essence—
Strength will grow within,
Creativity will
Break through all the din.

Yet the rule is simple:
Each must find their own,
Truth is drowned in falsehood,
Lies have overgrown.

Madness reigns unshaken
In this world of fools,
But with Essence guiding,
You will break their rules.



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The Mighty Fool

The Mighty Fool, the Great, the Strong—
True king of beasts, he struts along.
Outshines the crocodile with grace—
No trace of thought left in its place.

For thought’s a flaw—who’d bear its weight?
In tyrant’s rule, it seals your fate.
With mind intact, you won’t belong—
No king—just chained, where fools belong.



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Controlling the Herd

Lie anew—the game’s the same,
Slaves must bow and praise their chain.
Trading shackles, full of hope,
Dreaming of a golden rope.



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Survival of the Worst

The lowest rung—a petty thief,
While sold-out rulers play the chief.
The weakling whining at the game
Is crushed and drowned in filth and shame.

For here the **** will rise and reign,
With lies that echo and remain.
The honest fall, dismissed, betrayed—
Corruption thrives, and crime is paid.



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"Defending" the Masses’ Cause

The foolish crowd believes the clown
Will guard their sacred right.
Enchanted by each new letdown,
They march back to the fight.

Yet every law and every measure
Serves not their needs at all.
From one disaster to another—
Their path is but a fall.



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Decadence

Decadence is like a game—
Cheaters hold the deck.
Not a chance to win or claim,
Only loss and wreck.

Throw your cards right in their face,
Break the rules at last!
Smoke now rises—soon the blaze
Will burn away the past.

Fire swallows all decay,
Melts the lies and sin.
Till that moment—stench and gray,
As filth drowns all within.



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Half a Step to Truth

Take one step toward the knowing
Of the filth that fills this land—
Madness lurks, but rage keeps growing,
Clutching sanity in hand.

Rage is born from sheer corruption,
While submission—praised and spread—
Is the mark of Swine's seduction,
Built on lies that keep them fed.

Lies in science, schools, and teaching,
Propaganda—word on word.
Human cattle, bred for bleeding,
Even paid before they're heard.



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Shallow "Life"

A shallow "life"—a curse indeed,
For twisted souls, a hollow creed.
In truth, it’s slime—decay and blight,
Where madmen serve the reign of night.



A Grey-Green Palette

Green grows your sorrow if the grey
Prevails in this dull world around.
Yet face it bravely—find your way,
Or join the lifeless in the ground.

"The same as all." The walking dead
Have drowned the world—a surging tide.
And reason fades—soon none are left,
For "misanthropes" to stand beside.



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Here, Every Soul's a Captive

Here, every soul's a war-bound slave,
The fight is lost—or nearly so.
A dream is all that victory gave,
No path remains for us to go.

Betrayal lurks at every turn,
Deceivers thrive in endless streams.
The blind majority won't learn,
Nor wake from their deluded dreams



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Experiment...

A Pavlov’s dog stands cast aside—
The object here is humankind.
Where weakness shows, the vultures bite,
For centuries—this fate designed.

Fascism, genocide—rehearsed,
A test to break us, twist our minds.
But reason’s frail, and at its worst,
We fall when Evil leaves us blind.

Who set this trap? For what dark aim—
To shatter souls in Hell’s embrace?
Summing this world up, I claim:
It’s lost within a madman’s maze.

Through madness, fleeting souls may strive
To pierce the dark—but most will fail.
This "experiment" won’t survive
If all bow down to Evil’s tale.

A soul has limits—false the word
That it’s immortal, free from scars.
It tears apart when depths are stirred,
When Hell has dragged it down too far.

CowID and wars have made it clear:
The bottom’s close, the end in sight.
Yet some still stand and persevere—
Defying Evil, holding light.



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The Easy Road

"If the road is easy, you're likely going the wrong way."
— Terry Goodkind, "Soul of the Fire", 1999.


The road is smooth, the cash flows free,
Yet something whispers—this can’t be.
You’ve made your choice, embraced the night,
And left the path that once was right.

Neon signs and streetlights glow,
A lantern hums where shadows creep.
You toss your cash—the drinks soon flow,
But something stirs and will not sleep.

All seems fine, yet deep inside,
Your soul still aches, won’t let you be.
No girl, no drink can turn the tide—
They only dull the misery.



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Hamster in a Wheel and a Dilemma

A world of black, a world of white,
A question burns—his mind’s a mess.
The hamster’s trapped—no end in sight,
A lifeless scheme fuels his duress.

The spinning wheel won’t set him free,
It drives him toward a hollow dream.
Yet every choice—just yes or no,
No deeper truth beyond the scheme.

To think beyond, to see the lie—
This maze allows no room to feel.
For all he knows, for all he tries,
His only truth is running still.



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The Social Ladder

Who needs that ladder? What’s the cost?
The price is high—you pay in soul.
Betrayal strikes, and all is lost,
Yet many chase that hollow goal.

You won’t find heights, but something worse—
A middle rank of filth and lies.
The blind don’t see it as a curse,
They fight for scraps and call it prize.

Forget the race, just walk away,
Ignore their games, don’t play along.
Their world is twisted, false, and grey,
A stage for greed, deceit, and wrong.

Betray your soul? A fate more grim
Than any death—it breaks you whole.
Don’t be just one of them, don’t swim
Among the rats who sold their soul.



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The Professor of Sour Stew

The professor of spoiled stew
Knows it all and plays it wise.
He feeds the crowd his twisted view,
And fools get lost in cooked-up lies.



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The Stench of Newspeak

That rotten Newspeak’s everywhere—
"Moderation"—so they claim.
But call it truth? They wouldn’t dare.
It’s just censorship—**** the flame!

The lifeless swarm to honeyed lies,
Deception feeds their hollow core.
And censors, shameless, mesmerize—
They push pure nonsense evermore.



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A Slippery Road

A slippery road
Through fools unfolds.
Just wait—your load
Is Hell’s to hold.

False hopes will fade,
And fears will die.
Yet fools remain—
They trust the lie.



--- Total 19 poems. ---

City Mirage

Is it city,
Or just haze?
Clouds of pity,
Mindless maze.

Rulers — vile,
And the "crowd" —
Lost in guile,
Wild and loud.



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Pseudo-Science

From lower minds, their twisted lore,
False sciences are born and bred.
While mystics dare to seek for more,
Blind servants bow to gold instead.

Who pays commands what must be sought,
Corrupting truth to fit his reign.
And Satan’s ranks march on, self-taught,
Proclaiming thought is man's domain.

Intuition—cast aside,
Locked in the cellar, deemed a sham.
But Spirit leads where truths reside—
Too high for fools to understand.



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Awakening

No fear, no lies shall cloud your sight,
No fleeting rage, no hollow schemes,
Once you reject the twisted blight
Of beasts who trade in broken dreams.

Awakening brings life anew,
Where Spirit reigns, unchained, supreme.
The lost one stays among the crew
That serves the dark in lifeless dream.

The world is drenched in Satan’s lore—
Seek answers deep within your soul.
False "isms" lead you from the shore;
Believe their tales—accept the toll.



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Overthrowing the Chains

Rebels rise—no mere disguise,
Living free among the chained.
Yet the strong who break the ties
Make the system fall, unfeigned.

Lies corrupt and spread like mold,
Slaves obey without a doubt.
Denying chains—so blindly bold,
A fool’s belief to flout.



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Guru "Yo-Yo"—Titan of Tube

A YouTube titan, "Yo-Yo" sage,
TV-born, his wisdom spreads.
Fools grow duller, stage by stage—
Doom is looming, count the heads.



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Drowned in Slime

Fear and filth—piled high, obscene,
Yet they call it “righteous way.”
Truth is lost in lies unseen,
Evil clings like black decay.

Slime in droplets—weak, unwise,
But as one—it hardens strong.
Slugs are people in disguise,
While the vile deceiver rules along.



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Pass On—Just Pass By!

Pass on—just pass by!
Through the years, move along.
Nothing’s here—don’t rely,
Only herds without thought.

Don’t seek the rare mind,
Chance is fleeting, too weak.
If you're stuck, never whine—
Seems your mind chose to sleep.



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Armagedoom

Soon the world will be erased—
Cleansed at last in searing flame.
Rot and ruin are embraced,
Only fire ends the game.

Ash will settle, cold and dry,
Lifeless wasteland, still and bare.
Yet it won’t be gone for long—
Bullets never fade to air.



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Grab and Never Let Go!

Grab and never let go!
Feed them lies—make it flow!
Beasts will thrive in delight,
Let the rest fade from sight...



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Lament for the Internet

A swarm of fools keeps spewing lies,
Drowning thought in endless haze.
Filth and madness flood the skies,
Trapping minds in twisted maze.

Truth is lost beneath the tide,
Buried deep in rotting waste.
Frauds and vermin march with pride,
Spewing falsehoods in a haste.

Fools obey a liar’s hand,
Fortress built on filth and fraud.
CowID and war sweep through the land—
Don't just weep—howl to God!



--- Total 10 poems. ---

The Core of It All

You can punch your neighbor’s face—
Cops are harder to abase.
Let the slaves release their steam—
That’s the core of every scheme.



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The Only Choice

To choose your chains—your will must bend,
All else is lies they preach and send.
A false choice fools the blind and weak—
Life reduced to hollow bleak.

But once you make the choice that's true,
Say "No!" and let your soul break through,
Life won’t twist to “either-or,”
Your path is clear, your heart knows more.

You'll hear the voice you need inside,
The truth that whispers, pure and bright.
The Monad speaks—its light will guide,
And through the dark, you’ll find your sight.

No light in chains—just endless night,
No way back once you take flight.
Stand like a rock midst evil’s game—
And laugh at choices built on shame.



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The Hard Search for "Good"

"Think of something bright!"—
Hard to see the light,
Once you've grown up tall
And don't lie at all.

Truth became your guide,
Yet the world is bad—
Hell was set as home
Since the day you had.



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The Slaughterhouse

Trust in the twisted, obey and consume,
Stack up your money, toil till you’re through.
Poison the world into filth and doom—
Outer and inner—one follows two.

Fear and deception will shrink every soul,
Like leather worn till it’s brittle and tight.
Once it collapses, the sheep as a whole
March to the slaughterhouse—lined up just right.

Wars full of meat, yet too few remain,
Drunk on the poison, we stumble and fall.
Ravaging nature, we lost all but shame—
Mere tools in the grip of devils tall.



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Prometheus

Your life’s a chain, a doomed crusade,
Like Prometheus, betrayed.
An eagle tears your soul apart—
By devil’s will, it plays its part.

They call themselves the gods of fire,
Yet rule through greed and dark desire.
"Success" is just a downward climb—
A pyramid of filth and grime.

To steal the Flame—of all the crimes,
None worse exists in cursed times.
But if you share it, truth will rise,
And burn deceit before their eyes.

Betrayal fuels the ones on top,
Their lies demand you kneel and stop.
Submission, faith in hollow lore—
The food that feeds the wretched floor.

For those below, there’s no release,
Just rot disguised as life and peace.
A swarm of lice in filth confined,
In hellish muck, yet calling it life.



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Idiocy

"Idiocy protects from suicide."
—David Durkheim

Despair that drowns you, deep and stark,
When all feels rotten, cold, and dark,
Where even pillows seem like blades—
The fate of those whose soul still fades.

But fools? They have no weight to bear,
No thoughts that pull them to despair.
Their "happiness" is safe and sweet—
Work, get married, chase receipts.

Stack up cash, embrace your fears,
Stay blind to madness through the years.
Yet all will wake upon the block—
Death and rot, the final shock.

A world where idiots suppress
The ones who think—their minds compressed.
Through lies, the masters guide their course—
A sugar-coated whip, of course.



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The Difference Between Steaming Off and Burning

"All the darkness in the universe cannot extinguish a single candle."
—Chinese Proverb

Ignite! Burn bright! Let flames arise,
And light up countless kindred eyes.
This is your answer to the slaves
Who sold their souls in shadowed caves.

The dark has swallowed many whole,
Yet fire can't be chained or tamed.
A spirit pure, a burning soul—
Won't rot among the weak and maimed.

Let flames engulf, let fire spread,
For Spirit’s strength will never break.
But cowards only vent their steam—
And fade into the dark they make.



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You're burning up? Well, what a plight—
The body sees no need for flame.
It craves its meals, its luck, its might,
And keeps its schedule just the same—
Or skips a meal to stay so light.



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Almost a Workout...

For relief—just exercise.
Better yet—run for your life!
New world order, no disguise—
Demons build a slave’s delight.



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Through the Dream strides, cold and grim,
Armageddon, dark and dim.
Those who wake—beware the fight!
Those asleep—hail chains so tight.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

A world in flames:
A rigged-out game.
Flush foolish mind —
Stay dumb, stay blind.



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"Forebears," school, a useless class,
Work and wedlock—what a farce!
Grind them down, and soon you’ve got a
Mindless drone—his job is "slogging."

Drones are many, rule is tight,
Beasts will feast in endless night,
Till the fools break free at last—
If they ever wake up fast.



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"Legit" aspirations—
Just fools in their stations:
When beasts strike you down,
A madman is found.

They strike with deception,
With fear and oppression,
And that's how it goes—
War endlessly flows.

Are goals truly right,
If cowards in fright
Endure every shove
And beg: "Push above!"

Don’t live just to breed,
To munch and to knead—
A foul, rotting slum
That pleases the ****.



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Obey the brutes, the twisted fools,
The vile, the mad who break the rules—
You'll keep your wretched life, but see:
A slave to beasts is all you'll be.



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Sleep—don’t see the wicked play,
Lest the fools be hurt one day.
See and shout? You cross the line.
Sleep—you're tolerant. How fine!



--- Total 5 poems. ---

Gods have no love for the joyful and bright,
Schemes they unleash feed on madness and fright.
Fear rules the world—now it’s darkened and grim,
Demons they are—don’t be thinking like them.

Fear and emotions? Throw thoughts all away!
That is the devil’s control and his way.
Blind is the world, full of folly and lies,
Rotten it turns—while the Master Vampire

Grins in delight. Darkness thickens again.
Yet it’s not growing alone—but by men,
Fawning and false, who for handfuls of gold
Nurture the lies that they’re endlessly told.



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Savage police on the prowl,
Judges who sell every right,
Fiends from the courts, wicked, foul—
Plunged the whole world into blight.

Scares with a "virus" they spread,
Then with a war they deceive.
Traitors and cowards misled,
Drowning in fear and disease.

No way ahead—NOTHING stays,
Turning the world into Evil's Trust.
Soon they will burn all to waste,
Others will settle like birds in the dust.



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Declaration of Black Pessimism

Don’t blame us for thoughts that are gloomy and grim—
First try to grow up, gain some sense, learn to swim.
Then call us the rude, the sardonic, the cursed—
Yet fools always burn out, while we burn the worst.

For “dark” thoughts absorb all the light that remains,
Much like in physics—it's simple, it's plain.
A mind sharp with sarcasm cuts deeper, more fine,
While dull little brains are just sieves full of slime.

The BEAST pours its "water"—but filth is retained,
Its source? Just a cesspool of lies preordained.
The one who rejects it will never give in—
He's nothing to lose… but the shame deep within.

And "dark" thoughts of his are no meaningless tide—
There’s always a reason, no chance undenied.
If all the world's cruel beyond what is sane,
Then bright-colored lies just embellish the pain.



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Negative Selection—
A death sentence, no correction.
Only techies, dull yet sly,
Push their way as others die

In a world of twisted faces,
Where the goal is holding places,
Clawing, feeding, apes as clowns,
Trampling all the best ones down.



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Red Cross

Greed and pride together
Build a "mighty land."
So it was forever,
Ruled by iron hand.

Then they dragged us under,
Fools obeyed the lie.
Now the world is smothered—
Fascists rule the sky.

Digital slave cages,
Globally they rise.
On the flag—a crossmark,
"Health" in hollow guise...

Yet this cross is final,
Seals the world’s demise.
Plots grow ever wider,
Truth is drowned in lies.



--- Total 5 poems. ---

Illusion of Freedom

Are the fools now truly free?
Would it were—there's still a king.
But the lie won’t let them see—
Hellish beast controls the ring.



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Stupidity Has Taken Root

Mindless fools in droves obey—
Kneel before the Beast, decay.
Swallowed Lies without a care—
Now go toil in your despair.



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Slave Mentality

"Woman is unusually inclined to slavery and at the same time inclined to enslave."
—Nikolai Berdyaev


The burden of birth, generation’s demand,
When slavery’s total, it shatters the mind.
They long for the brave—yet monsters are planned,
Corrupting their children as evil grins wide.



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The Enemy at the Gates

The mind’s the gate—our last defense,
Yet beasts march in with no pretense.
Their weapon? Noise—just empty sound,
A jest to fools, yet all around.

Grenades won’t break deception’s spell,
They **** a few, but lies—prevail.
Once falsehood takes root in your shell,
It drives out reason, tips the scale.

Now multiply this fate by all
Who’ve lost their minds and let truth fall.
You'll see—we’ve hit the lowest ground,
Where suffering spreads without a sound.

And souls are reaped—no fate is worse,
So break the chains, reject the curse!
Deny the madness all embrace—
A spark of truth may clear the haze.



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Luck is but a Lack

Misfortune floods your way,
Yet fate withholds its prize.
A poet, come what may—
Despising flesh and life.



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Crossroads

There are no crossroads in your sight
When Spirit holds the helm aright.
But minds will falter, twist, and stray
If trapped among the meek and grey.

The herd serves Darkness, calls it "good,"
And if you march where they have stood,
Your mind’s confined, your soul won’t rise—
A fallen fool in common guise.

Mad or dull—it’s all the same
Among the slaves who play the game.
Avoid "crossroads," walk the line,
And if you stray—return in time.



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Slavery

They rename it through the years,
Yet the chains remain the same.
Cain still knows—deception steers,
Seeps into the mind like flame.

Words distract, but truth is clear—
Darkness reigns, it grips the land.
Now the Harvest Time is here,
Filth and rot on every hand.

CowID and war have shown
Doom’s upon us, death’s in bloom.
Fools obey, consume, atone—
Blind, they march into their doom.



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Global Tyranny

"Justice" reigns—so they declare,
Even fools now ride on high.
None but few seem to beware—
Souls are lost, drowned deep in lies.

They still trust in "law" and order—
CowID unmasked that game.
Rotten stench rolls past the border,
Drowning all in filth and shame.



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The Vipers’ Den of Darkness

— "Tyranny!"
— "Sheer delusion!"
Slaves will scoff, deny the claim.
Yet their rage betrays confusion—
Sensing Fate’s relentless flame.

Slavery won’t meet its ending
Till the slaves are gone as well.
Nature’s strength is ever bending—
Does it need the meek to dwell?

Hardly so—the Sun is burning,
Scorching Darkness, cleansing sin.
Soon the vipers' den stops churning,
Yet the slaves stay mute within.



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Gods Despise the Joyful Kind

Gods hate the ones who live in cheer—
We serve the Fiends that rule us here.
Horned lords keep spreading "righteous light"—
Yet filth and rot still bloom in sight.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Mass Conditioning

First, the ****** Youth were roaring,
Now, "our patriots"—as boring.
Minds are fed with slop and fiction,
Shaped by fear and blind submission.

Stronger pressure, bold intrusion,
Breeds a slave’s deluded fusion:
"Free we are!"—their voices falter,
Yet they’ll follow any order.

War has shown the world before—
Masses sinking past the floor.
What comes next? A fate more rotten:
"Minds" conditioned, thought forgotten.



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So-Called "Teacher"

Classroom tyrant, dull and stern,
Makes mind-numbing nonsense learn,
Fills their heads with hollow lies,
Scars their souls and dims their eyes.



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Jelly

Cops aren’t here to guard the streets,
They serve beasts and vile elites.
Placed in numbers far too great,
Just to keep the jelly tamed.

People tremble, soft and weak,
Like a feast for fiends to eat.
Greedy rulers crave it all—
Now the world’s their banquet hall.

This was shown by filth and lies—
Cops uphold what evil buys.
Year by year, the chains grow tighter,
Crushing thought and dimming fighters.

Thus, the world is dirt and gloom,
Reason finds no place to bloom.
Madness reigns, and all obey—
Truth and mind were cast away.



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Quack Brigade

Doctors, dull and rotting-minded,
Twist their oaths and walk stone-blinded.
Servants of the darkest night,
Spitting filth with false delight.

Masks were dropped in CowID madness—
Truth revealed in all its badness.
Fools who trust them pay the price,
Health exchanged for stacks of vice.

Greed now rules—no shame, no sorrow.
Such are times of no tomorrow.
As the world sank down in chains,
No one saw the war remains.



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Cogs of the Beast

A weak little clerk and his boss, fat and grinning—
The cement of fascism, its rule never thinning.
No use to plead, ask, or hope for a say—
Believe in the system? Your mind’s in decay.



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"Science" for Sale

A “scholar” is raised with one goal in his sight—
To prop up the darkness and label it “right.”
“It's proven!”—the fools will obey and will kneel,
For gold buys the “truth” they are paid "to reveal".



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Blind Lessons

Dull preachings of teachers, the books filled with lies,
Shape twisted illusions in ignorant minds.
But few break the spell, see the world with new eyes—
For ages, they’ve frightened, deceived, and confined.



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The Mindless Herd

A mindless herd…
Will darkness be stirred,
Or led to the knife?
Stand up and fight,
Or sink in the blight—
Find light, or lose life.



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Mass "Culture"

The self dissolves in "culture’s tide",
Where fools chase pleasure, greed, and pride.
They’re easy pawns—just spread more lies,
And watch them cheer as reason dies.



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To the Light!

The soul is weak,
The mind is breaking.
We've hit the deep—
Madness is taking.

Forget the light,
And filth will find you—
Fear, pain, and blight
Will wrap and blind you.

So fight the Dark—
The cure is daring!
Cast lies apart,
Seek light, unsparing!



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The end justifies the way —
That’s the legacy we stay:
Means became the tools of sin,
Simply put — we’re beasts within.



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The Snitches

A snitch is quiet, sly, and still —
Loves to listen, loves to spy.
Secret service bends its will,
Catching rebels by the lie.

Words are all some dare to say —
Snitches lurk in every place.
Hundreds, thousands fell their prey
In the Soviet dark embrace...



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The World’s Unbroken Dark, or Good Night, Little Ones

Good night… But don’t be quick to rest,
The Endless Night is not your nest.
A false peace poisons souls inside,
While butchers wake and plan their tide.

They never sleep—deceit is might
In wars where reason lost the fight.
The peaceful sons of homeland dear
Prefer to dream, not see, nor hear.

And so, lethargic, on they tread,
Their final path to where it led—
A coward bows his foolish head
Before he's numbered with the dead.



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Hark! The Nonsense Floods Again

Hark! Again the nonsense flows—
Culture’s mask in fresh disguise.
Be a brute who only knows:
World is nothing—and so I.



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The Nothing All Around and Old Man Rot

A new Führer—same old fool,
Nothing’s changing, that’s the rule.
Culture’s fading, cold and grim…
Who’s their idol? Look at him!



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Solitude

It is hard, forever straining,
Drains your strength, builds up your spite.
If you wish to keep from staining
Your own soul—then leave the blight.

In the silence, thought is clearer,
Free from all their empty creeds.
Rot is spreading ever nearer—
Madness rules, and madness breeds.

CowID showed the world’s condition:
Few stood firm, the rest obeyed.
Fools were ruled by sheer submission,
Fed with fear and lies they swayed.



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In the Rot

When you plan, don’t let the lies
Slip away—they're everywhere.
Deep within you, too, it thrives,
And enslaves you—so beware.

Since your childhood, you’ve been taught:
"Stick and carrot"—rule obeyed.
Brutes enforce it as they ought,
Turning all the world to decay.

Trust your gut, let reason guide,
Sharpen thought, keep vision new.
Leave the fools who rot inside,
Drown in minds both fresh and true.

Spirit leads, the mind’s its page,
Free to soar and carve its trail.
Conscience walks with you—be sage.
All else rots, corrupt, and frail.



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Lie anew!
Deceive once more!
That’s the essence
Of Darkest lore.



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Literary Struggles

All efforts fail, just like before,
As reason fights—a battle sore—
Yet crushed beneath the wheel of fear,
Where ugliness steers ever near.

That wheel rolls on through land and sea,
Destroying all that dares to be.
Refuse to serve a hollow lie?
Then pedal fast, or say goodbye.

Or else it grinds you into dust,
For creatures vile control its ******.
And faster, faster on it goes
Toward the world's most filthy close.



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Attack of Lies

The filthiest lies begin their fight,
A fresh assault, a wicked storm.
The ghouls command with dark delight,
To crush what little mind was born.

Yet minds are few—this war’s been raging
For centuries, the same old game.
So serve the Mind, its truth engaging,
Expose the brutes, unmask their shame.

Unfair the fight, but through this trial,
Your Soul stays safe from rotting lies.
So heed its call—it stands on high, while
A mind below is chaos-wise.

Mind is king, and Spirit—God,
A truth once known, yet cast aside.
But if you stand with heart unflawed,
You won’t let that be brushed aside.



--- Total 20 poems. ---

Thrillers and action-packed stories,
Movies with bang, boom, and blast,
Spread like a plague in their glory,
Dulling our minds far too fast.

Game shows and soap operas, endless,
Swallow us into their net.
Where there should be tigers—defenseless,
Lies just a docile herd yet.



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Lofty ambitions—
Like tales of magicians—
Seem out of your sight?
But if you keep striving,
Keep pushing and driving,
You'll climb to the height!
If not—no denying,
You'll end up just sighing.



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The Journey Begins

Strive for greatness, keep on going,
Even if your strength is small.
Step by step, the path keeps growing,
Till you can’t recall the fall.

Skill will rise, and strength will follow,
Mind will clear from all decay.
Start from filth, though dark and hollow—
Only will can light the way.

Like a race that lasts for ages,
Masters rise through years of trial.
No set rules, no measured stages—
Hear what Nature speaks in style.

Light of Nature shapes your being,
While the world is lost in shame.
This is not a race, nor fleeting,
But your soul's eternal flame.



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Rashism

The children march in line,
With Z-marks on their backs.
The tyrants call it fine,
Deceit fuels their attacks.

And when they come of age,
The butcher sends them in.
Their parents feel no rage—
Rashism dwells within.



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A marching chant from days of old,
In schools—Marxist-Lenin lore.
Shaped to fit a thoughtless mold,
Is it communism or war?



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The Fall

The fall goes on—yet they proclaim
It’s “progress” in disguise.
Decay is spreading, lies inflame,
Deception weights our eyes.

The mind is now a rare elite,
And honor? Lost, long gone.
“Just live for joy” is the deceit
Of souls forever numb.

The fools have reached a massive scale,
Too vast to turn the tide.
No hope remains—their twisted trail
Lets evil march with pride.

And so, enraged, the Earth resists,
Rejecting all this ****.
The burning sun now sears the twists
Of darkness overcome.

Disaster looms, it won’t be long—
The final years unwind.
We’ve reached the bottom, proved them wrong…
Now comes The End Of Time.



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We all built a grand utopia!
Yet got a useless pile...
Stop bowing to ideologia—
A mouse gave birth to a mile!



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Police States

They glorify the men in blue,
So unchecked power seems all right—
Your "rights" erased without a clue,
While "freedom" vanishes from sight.

Through endless films, they sell the lie—
A game where justice plays its part.
They flood our minds with empty cries,
So truth dissolves in filth and art.

This global scheme distorts the past,
Yet pushed too far, the tale unfolds:
Their “noble cop” is just a farce,
A clueless pawn the system molds.



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Greed and folly—what a fashion,
All foundations left to die.
Yet they pose with “mind” and passion—
Masked-up donkeys strutting by...



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Subspecies of Man

Could a sleeping god be hidden
Among fools? That can’t be so…
Man is split in kinds, yet most
Are but nothing, mere shadow.

Tyranny could never flourish
If the Light still had a say.
Were the masses not so hollow,
Chains would crumble in a day.

Few stay honest, few stay caring—
They’re a dying, fading kind.
And this truth, though bleak, unsparing,
CowID made it clear to find.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Subspecies of Man

Could a sleeping god be hiding
In a world of fools? Not quite.
There are types of men abiding—
Most are nothing, void of light.

Slaves and madness wouldn't fester
If the masses held a spark.
Tyrants wouldn’t rule and pester—
They would vanish in the dark.

Yet the kind who feel and reason—
Just a fading, dying breed.
And this truth is not a vision—
CowID made it plain to read.



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In orderly rows...

"First God created idiots, that was for practice. Then He created schools."
— Mark Twain

He first made fools—just for training,
Then schools—so He took a short rest.
But fools, never doubting nor waning,
Set out on their ignorant quest.

They rushed, never waiting for sages,
Whom God had yet to prepare.
Lost wandering through foolish mazes?
Well, you chose your fate—so beware...



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The Net of Nothingness

Emotions burn, and thoughts decay—
A bleak, relentless tide is turning.
The wretched dream of wealth each day,
While life itself is blind and burning.

Dark horns are rising everywhere—
They drive the world into perdition.
Now evil sheds its thin veneer,
And soon mankind will face submission.

But Satan’s rule will not remain—
It falls, and with it, blind oppression.
A fool, baptized in fascist bane,
Will share its fate without confession.

Yet Higher Forces stand above—
They’ll cleanse the world, erase corruption.
The twisted minds that cheered on war
Shall fuel the fire of destruction.

And what of those who kept their soul?
The truth will soon dispel the lie.
How long till judgment takes its toll?
The years are numbered—time runs dry...



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The End of a Dream

Time is tightening like a noose—
No escape, no turning back.
New-wave hounds are on the loose,
Spreading fascism in their track.

March to camps that span the earth,
Or face your fate with honor bright.
Fools embrace their chains from birth—
Only flames can end the blight.

Sunlight rises, burning higher,
Brighter, fiercer every day.
Yet the world’s grown none the wiser—
Only fire burns decay!



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Degradation

CowID and wars have made it clear—
The world’s consumed by mindless haze.
Mankind has sunk beneath the sheer
Abyss of fascist, darkened days.

Since ancient times, they’ve known but chains,
Yet masked their madness with disguise.
There once was Light—but now remains
Just fear and Mirage in their eyes.



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The End

The hounds of tyranny repeat
Their lies to fools, their chorus loud.
They claim the law still holds its seat,
Yet crack their whips to break the crowd.

They strike down all who dare resist—
So trust them not, stand up, defy!
And if your life hangs off the abyss,
Then hold your ground—don’t fear to die.

New ways to fight—that is the key,
But people rot in fear, alone.
They hide in holes, refuse to see,
Too weak to claim what once was known.

So hope is scarce, the odds are grim,
And fate now whispers in the dark:
The End has come—stand tall, not dim,
And meet it with unyielding spark.



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Sheep and Crows – A Half-Fable

By the gate they stand in flocks—
Not the people, just the sheep.
Crows above them spread their talks,
Spinning lies both old and cheap.

With each tale the fools delight,
Dreaming of some "brighter" fate.
Idiots, so lost in night,
Gladly walk on through the gate.

But that gate leads to the pen—
Slaughter waits, the shears are near.
Crows keep croaking lies again,
Drowning out the cries of fear.



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Half-Measures, Hollow Thought

Half a mind and half a stand,
Yet claim you're wise, brave, just, and grand.
But strip away the vain disguise—
A wretched fraud is what you hide.



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Almost for Car Lovers...

Hit the gas instead of braking
If you seek to reach the goal.
Through a world of war and faking,
Grasp at least a piece of soul.

Catastrophe is fast approaching—
There's no time for empty tales.
All this wicked world’s encroaching,
Yet pure souls will ride the gales.

For the bright, this is salvation—
So press on and chase the fight!
Know you’re on the right foundation
When resistance grows with might.



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Youth Is Filled with Nonsense

Youth is stuffed with hollow lies,
Leave them all behind!
Only instinct, trained and wise,
Helps to clear the mind.

Fail, and all that useless weight
Drags you down for good.
Truth demands you separate
Falsehood from what’s true.

Seek the answers on your own,
Let no herd decide.
What the masses claim as known
Is but noise and pride.

Youth is filled with nonsense—why?
Memory’s a cage.
When it overflows with lies,
Reason dies of age.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

The Gate to Hell Opens Wide, or Binding All Slaves with "Sin"

"There is no righteous man on earth who does good and never sins."
— The Old Testament.
"If we say we have no sin, we deceive ourselves, and the truth is not in us."
— The New Testament.


We paint them all with "sin" and grime,
Even those of younger time,
So the fools, enslaved by lies,
Stay obedient, stay blind.

Marching in a fascist order,
Thinking they will build their fortune,
For the price of pain and loss —
They’ll be petted up by "Gods."

Grins of Lucifer shine brightly —
Fake beliefs and science fight thee.
Propaganda seals the lie,
Dumbs them down—no "how" or "why."

Madmen, lost, submit and falter
In this world, so strange, so altered.
Shall we call it Hell’s Front Door?
Since it breeds the fiends of war.

First they break you, call it training,
Then "education" starts the chaining.
Minds are kneaded, shaped, then bound —
Once you’re caught, you won’t be found.

If you trust and let them fool you,
If you yield—there’s no renewal.
Cross the point of no return,
And the Beast will watch you burn.

Sin, to fiends, feels like a warning,
Yet they bow to Hell each morning,
Bending lower, more and more —
Till the flames are at their door.

Soon that gate will gape and swallow,
No escape—no hole to burrow.
Hell’s deep rabbit hole awaits,
And you’re walking through its gates…



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The Plumbing of Unconscious Minds

Will a plunger clear the brain,
Wash the clogs of thought away?
Fools won’t budge with truth so biting—
Lost for good if not igniting…



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Perverted School

Not a teacher—just a grinder,
Molds your mind and strains it tighter.
Breed of beasts will make you kneel—
Only fools obey and yield.

Mindless petting—that’s the lesson,
If you cast out thought’s possession.
“Knowledge” piles in rotten stacks,
Crushing sense—just empty tracks.



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Fear and Delusion

Storefronts, cages, screens that glisten,
Endless scrolling, vacant vision.
Aging doll, your mind’s enslaved,
Trapped in fear and thoughts depraved.

Starting fresh? Too late, it’s fleeting—
World will burn, its end is nearing.
Honor’s lost, the mind is weak,
Crushed and shriveled, frail and bleak.



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Truth Grows on the Soil of Delusion

"I would never die for my beliefs, because I might be wrong."
— Bertrand Russell


To die for lies—how blind, how vain!
Just feeding madness, fanning flames,
While pompous frauds, with hollow claims,
Still twist the world to fit their games.

A swarm of sellouts rules the stage,
Their rotten guilds of bought-out scholars.
How low they’ve sunk! How fierce their rage!
Truth drowned beneath their tainted dollars.

Yet through delusions runs the Search,
Each step—a bridge to something newer.
The stubborn seeker dares to lurch
Through falsehood’s fog toward glimpses truer.

And in their hands, worn raw by lies,
Truth’s grains, like dust, may briefly glisten,
Till ******* hands, with cunning guise,
Recast them—warped—so none will listen.

Press through their noise, through filth and fraud,
Ignore their words, their gilded prisons.
Move toward the Light—heed not the fog,
Or drown within their dark derisions.

Your inner sense will show the way,
While logic guides—its hand unshaken.
So fear and madness fade away
In seas where many minds have broken.



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Nonsense Is Useful, Gibberish Is Light

Nonsense shines, a guiding ray,
For the mind that's gone astray.
Sickly thoughts, a fearful haze,
Trapped in madness, lost in maze.

Stacks of “knowledge”—all in vain,
Drowned in lies that still remain.
Just be “useful,” serve the crowd—
Drop your science, bow and cow!



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Pure Sport

Push and strain with all your might,
Still, you’ll place a hundredth tight.
Gold’s no prize for sweat and grit—
Money shapes the game’s deceit.

Honor, conscience—cast away,
Chasing records, blind obey.
Every cheat is quick and bold—
Sick of faces smug with gold…



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Chimeras Unchained

Delusions run wild,
The mind’s torn apart.
March on, young defilers—
Bring doom from the start!



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Seek Knowledge Boldly, Fiercely, True

Seek knowledge boldly, all your days,
Let nothing turn you from its ways.
For nonsense here is freely spread—
And drives the blind toward the edge.



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"The Perfect Life"

A tiny, cozy little nest,
Where all feels safe, where all seems best.
Drifting deep in sweet repose,
Forgetting all—how life just flows.

That’s the dream the herd protects,
Feeding Evil’s grand success.
Casting Conscience far aside,
Where it rots and breaks their lives.

Till the end, the fate is grim—
Shameless ones consumed by sin.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Cracked Wide Open

Shell so thick and hollow,
Made of pure deceit.
What's inside? Just sorrow,
Fear, and false conceit.

Cramped and dim the space is
Underneath the shell.
Fear has left its traces,
Carved a narrow cell.

Now the cracks are showing—
NONSENSE floods your mind.
Like a sponge, absorbing
Rot of the worst kind.

Rot of fascist madness
Spreads across the lands.
Hear them knocking—ruthless,
Iron in their hands.



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By the TV

In the ceiling—hatch ajar,
Peeks a tanker, cold and grim...
Just like that, the TV's char
Spews delusions, loud and slim.



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Rose-Colored Glasses Won’t Clear the Smoke

We wear our glasses, sit, and chill—
All feels just fine. Yet here’s the hitch:
Thick, biting smoke creeps in to ****...
But under fascism—we stay speech-less.



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The Living Word

The sacred Word once shone so bright,
But now it's lost in bleak decay.
All that remains—cold chains of night,
No path is left to flee the gray.



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All in Vain

Your efforts turn to ashes,
Your dreams just fade like mist.
The world is sick with madness,
And you—crushed in its fist.



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Petty Souls

Deception, fear, and hollow minds,
Small people rule the stage.
Toxic books will keep you blind,
A log that blocks your gaze.



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The Severity of Style

This harsh is justified
By CowID and wars obscene.
But those who cherish softer lies
Are closer to the deep.

The world derails, a hopeless land,
No saving light ahead.
Through sharp and scrutinizing glance,
It’s drowned in rabid dread.

CowID, the war—again, the same,
Yet I don’t care to stop.
Where once were thoughts—a hollow frame,
Now rots a festering slop.



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A Tale vs. This Hollow World

Old fairy tales held wiser themes—
Today's "princesses" chase their schemes.
Greedy, vain—no grace in sight,
While "princes" lack both wit and might.

And Ivan the Fool? He sold his soul,
Left with nothing—lost control.
Only the Leshy still remains,
Now a poet, dull and drained.



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The Tale Is Gone

The prologue’s done, the tale erased,
Forgotten, left to rust.
Now lies are served in every place—
The storyteller’s dust.



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The End of Days in a World of Lies

The beasts will bring the liars low,
Thus History will end the show.
But Doom itself will lead the way—
Our "holy father" of today.

The few who still deserve the light
Will cross beyond, escape the blight.
While soulless husks, just shells of men,
Will rot in hellish filth again.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Tolerastia

Tolerance—just blind endurance
Of the twisted and obscene.
Lies and greed **** all assurance—
Fighting FILTH is hard, unseen.

Law’s true goal? No—DECOMPOSING
All the weak who dare comply.
Serving Satan, fate imposing—
Fools won’t get the reason why...



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Never hope for due salvation,
Never call yourself so pure.
Through your toil and dedication,
Seek the Light—stay strong, endure.

Let your voice, though small and fleeting,
Stir the madness, shake the norm,
Bringing glimpses, briefly meeting
Those in need before the storm.

Pain is plenty. Yet when finding
Even cracks where light breaks through,
You’ll respond with understanding
To this world—its faith untrue.



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The Wit and the Herd

Shouting truth? To sheep? To fools?
Sheep exist for shearers' tools.
Pigs are caged by stable rules.
All is lost—don’t cry, stay cool.

Few escape the devil’s net—
That’s his game, a winning bet.
Words won’t wake the mindless set,
Clever wit won’t save them yet...



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Cry or not, the blade won’t wait—
Execution comes on cue.
This "world order" feeds the fate
Of the minds that twist askew.

For the sane, it spells demise—
CowID showed that, clear as day.
Lucifer just laughs at lies,
While Pure Shame lurks in the fray.



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Eternal Pioneers

Lords and sirs and… dark illusions
Rule the world—what wicked fate!
"Pioneers" embrace delusions,
Worship all that breeds the Hate.



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Pioneers of Consume

All foundations? We will burn them,
Toss them out without regret!
Faster gadgets—we must earn them,
Drive the world to grave, and yet…

Short-lived pleasures, all-consuming—
Bow and feast, obey the trend!
Lies and filth run life’s programming:
Honest? Then you’ll break, my friend.

Think you're smart? Then you’ll be sinking,
Dragged down deep—no way to climb.
Brains can’t beat the rot we're drinking,
Drowning bright minds in the grime.

Stench? It’s global, we don’t mind it,
Cycles turn, the wheel’s in flow.
Swirling filth? Just sit behind it…
Popcorn’s ready—time for show!



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A Prison Without People

This world’s a joke,
Its mind is broken.
The frauds wear cloaks,
The herd stays spoken.

A prison stands,
Yet holds no nations.
The blind obey—
No revelation.

The lies run high,
Beyond all measure.
Just laugh or cry—
There’s no rock bottom.

But why, you ask?
The end is nearing.
Plague into flame!—
No more false meanings.



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Slave Morality

Slaves accept their morals,
Forced on them with ease.
Lies became the chorus,
Preached to keep the peace.

Harder to defend them—
Reason still remains,
Fading, but its embers
Fight against the chains.

Darkness spreads through nations,
Fascist rule ascends.
Madness—pure damnation,
Satan’s hand extends.

What this "virtue" harbors
Filth has made quite clear:
Humankind has fallen—
Shame is all that’s near.



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Rule of Darkness

— I just want some dinner.
— Eat your GMO.
— Hear a voice of wisdom?
— Scroll through filth below.

— Choose a real leader?
— Look, the Sewer waits,
Craving for the moment
To decide your fate.

"New" deceitful programs,
Drenched in ancient lies.
Darkness owns the servants,
Bound by blackmail ties.

Choice? There’s none—just cursing
All this filth and rot.
Darkness reigns—immersing
All in its own clot…



--- Total 9 poems. ---

At Full Speed...

A machine of sweat and grinding,
A diseased and toxic sphere,
Where the blind and mute are writhing,
Only ******* rule in here.

Not real lords—just slaves in hiding,
Licking boots to keep their place.
Hellish cogs—no guiding, no deciding,
Fools serve blindly in disgrace.

Like mere cattle, men are kneeling,
Hoping "lords" will bring them light,
While the dream of change is fleeting,
Crushed beneath the wheels of might.

Few escape—their ranks diminish,
Fewer left to stand and fight,
As new waves of fools replenish,
Breeding madness day and night.

Freaks, dimwits, psychotic wreckage—
Forms of ruin, doomed and vexed.
Not for long, though—crash and wreckage,
Armageddon’s racing next.



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Hear and Believe...

Hear it—trust it. Blind devotion.
Thinking hurts—so why insist?
Open doors without a notion
For the brazen egotist.

He will set the facts in order,
Twist the truth to fit his line.
And if scholars serve as warders,
Fools will bow—“They must be right!”

Like a gambler, slyly dealing,
He reshapes what once was real.
Dark magician, false revealing,
Masters lies with polished skill.

Screens will show the grand illusion,
Staged to dazzle, stir, ignite,
Hiding hell in bright profusion,
Flags ablaze in crimson light.

Crowds of puppets, dumb and fervent,
March to battle or to toil.
Empty labor, pointless purpose—
But as long as there's some spoil,
Idiots will lap the poison,
Sing their hymns and stand in line.
Thought is dead—once minds are frozen,
Rulers strengthen by design.



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Slave Mentality

Judge no evil, just forgive it,
Call your shackles "life" instead.
Teach your children how to live it—
Turn their souls to slime and dread.

Centuries of tyrant ruling,
Rot and filth—no shame to see.
Blind submission, crude and drooling,
That’s a slave’s philosophy.

Sacred laws will ban derision,
Preach submission, hush the doubt.
Judas reigns—it’s called “decision,”
“Fate” is how they spell it out.

“God’s own slave”... but scriptures reek of
Satan’s mark in every thread.
That is why, with fascists’ bleak love,
Priests stand smiling, cloaked in red.

Man’s no more than Hell’s dumb minion,
Servant to the cloven beast.
Heaven’s gate—no grand dominion,
Just a test of pain increased.



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Against Nature...

But nature’s laws are strong and ruthless,
No “human rules” can stand their test.
Yet mankind fights—a war so fruitless,
And soon the flames will do the rest.

The sun burns hotter, magma rumbles,
Cracks are spreading through the crust.
But “kings” still hide in dreams that crumble,
Hoping holes will shield their dust.

They’ve built their burrows deep and sprawling,
Whole cities lurk beneath the land.
But conscience lost to greed enthralling
Won’t grant them safety as they planned.

No vault will save them—no exemption,
For all will face the final call.
And nature’s wrath grants no redemption—
You cannot turn the world to thrall.



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The Price of Truth

The price of truth is steep and grim—
Your very life’s the cost to pay.
As children, blinded, we grow dim,
Trapped in the slime of foul decay.

It wraps us tight—no space to run,
And home’s no haven from the lies.
The world, in sum, is mad, undone—
A madhouse ruled by wicked ties.

Yet if you stand, refuse to kneel,
And guard the truth with all you’ve got,
You’ll find its presence, strong and real—
An oasis in a wasteland hot.

An oasis—meaning starved and weak,
Alone, yet pushing through the strain.
While scorching winds from all sides shriek—
The stench of lies, corrupt and plain.

Slime and storm—this verse may weave
In metaphors both sharp and wild.
But should you fall, submit, and leave,
The truth will call another child.



--- Total 5 poems. ---

Serving the SPAWN in the Haze

Down the rabbit hole you slide,
Dig through layers, lies unfold.
Stuck in childhood’s frozen tide...
Serving Haze—aren’t you too old?
You can’t tell the reason—true,
But you’ll see just who needs you...



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Flight... WITHIN

Skies are clear—no demon,
Lies and madness gone.
Break through any beacon,
Fearless, moving on.

Once their grasp is broken,
Shadows lose their hold.
Weightless, like a token,
Upward you unfold.

Up—WITHIN: your mind
Dare to cleanse and free.
Only those who find
Truth know ecstasy.



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The Evolution of a Turtle

Like a bird, the turtle dreams,
Soaring high—but in its mind.
Yet it walks where darkness teems,
Through the dust, so lost, so blind.

Free-winged birds don’t understand
Why it crawls in filth below.
To the Sky, so pure, so grand,
Evil’s mud is foul and low.

Shed your shell—no wings appear,
Yet the sky will call you still.
Seek it, rise, or drown down here,
Trapped in filth against your will.



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The best ones fall. The twisted thrive,
Or rotting madmen breed alive.
This world's a pit—no will, no way,
Just darkness dragging all astray.



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The Spawn’s Design

Twist all life into disgrace,
Leave no room for truth to be.
Fighting Darkness face to face—
That alone sets spirits free.

Spawn build prisons, walls grow tall,
Trapping worlds in endless night.
Yet they never build at all—
Slaves obey and rot inside.



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Adam’s First Wife

Lilith won’t sleep—
She lurks so deep.
She haunts your dreams—
Beware her schemes.

Once stupid wife,
Then lost to strife.
The Devil’s claim—
Oh, what a shame!

A myth, yet strong,
A plague, a wrong.
Drive them away—
No time to stay!

The Light’s inside—
Let it be guide.
No tales, no lies—
The Night soon dies.



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Checkmate

The master of lies, so bold, so sly—
"Our father above"? No, Satan's the guy.
The end of deceit? Just rot and decay,
We've hit rock bottom—no other way.

Fake wars, fake plagues, the world’s been sold,
Its worth? A penny, cheap and cold.
Yet fools still kneel, still take the blame,
Still wear their chains and feel no shame.

So here’s the game—the beast still reigns,
And dimwits bow to wear his chains.
No turning back, the board is set...
One last move—check and mate.



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Lie Plus Stupidity Equals DECAY

Lie plus folly—spread it wide,
Preach deception, dumb them faster!
Empty faces, vacant-eyed,
Rotten fools serve their disaster.

Centuries of downward flow,
Idiocy mass-produced,
Mindless herds still sink below,
Kept in chains by lies, seduced.

Everywhere they fight for thought,
Dullness wins, the mind corrodes.
Needles call—come take your shot,
Diving deeper down the road.

This is peak—or rather, pit,
Rotting through without delay.
Just one step, and that is it—
Purge the filth, erase decay...



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Decay

A web of lies, a ruling scheme,
It speaks of "joy" in hollow memes.
Yet wasted years will make it clear—
The Spawn has goals you’d learn to fear.

But flames will rise—no place to hide,
This Rotting World will burn at last.
No comfort, peace, nor quiet ride—
Salvation stands beyond the past.

Corruption dragged all souls below,
Yet one true path remains to tread:
Reclaim your strength, let Spirit grow,
Or stop decay among the dead.



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Courage

Since your childhood, fear's been taught,
Death itself keeps you enslaved.
That’s the System’s core—you're caught,
Trapped in horror, bred and paved.

Lies renew in twisted fashion,
Tricks and traps are laid with skill.
Stay confused—forget your passion,
Drown in madness, lose your will.

Truth alone won’t make you brave,
Just aware—but that’s a start.
Courage is the fight you crave,
Tearing all these lies apart.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Every little pipette dreams of becoming a big enema

Each little pipette
Dreams big, no regret—
To grow and expand,
A syringe in demand.

A mold is the aim—
Perfection in frame.
A fool longs to feed,
To breed and succeed,
Yet all that he leaves—
A burden of grief.

A fool's iron mold
Chains minds young and old.
This pattern, once drawn,
Becomes almost law.



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In general, none...

Well, we don’t question—silent, believing,
Swallowing nonsense, blindly receiving.
Falsehoods are growing, thriving with time,
Lost in delusion—we march in line.

Muzzled like dogs, despised in submission,
CowID has sealed our weak disposition.
Worse days will follow—snakes see it clear:
We are just nothing—empty and mere...



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Ideologies of Evil

Submission to the “sacred vision,”
When lies run wild since early days,
Makes nonsense seem a pure decision—
A “truth” adorned in brighter shades.

Most obey—the few unshaken
Stand like rocks against the tide.
All “ideas” serve the makers
Of the chains that trap the mind.

Truth is scarce—it’s crushed and broken,
Hunted down through endless time.
Slaves, deceived, remain unspoken,
Drowned beneath their own decline.

If so, then freedom’s path is waiting,
Reason shines, its course is plain—
Simple, if the mind’s creating,
Not enslaved by forged constraints.



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In memory of Imre Lakatos

"All theories are not only equally unfounded, but equally improbable."
Imre Lakatos.


Falsifications flood the pages—
Disproved when core beliefs collapse.
Yet falsehood thrives through all the ages
When evil guides the science maps.

A “belt” of buffers wraps each theory,
Where counterproofs are trapped in vain.
Truth’s voice grows weak, obscure, and weary,
As chaos sweeps the facts away.

And soon, what once was held as learning
Becomes a wreck—its core undone.
The “scholar,” foolish and unearning,
Stands cast aside, his work long gone.

He turns mere water into wages,
But feeds himself, not humankind.
For “science” serves the gold it praises—
Not truth, not reason, nor the mind.

Yet life’s true base is Spirit, guiding—
Where absent, science turns to lies.
The tainted lead, in darkness hiding,
And serve the fiend they idolize.




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The thin thread of the inalienable right to Freedom

Through the ages, thin but steady,
Runs resistance to the dark.
Rotten hands would tear it, ready
To erase its final mark.

Slaves obey—so weak, compliant,
Now the thread is nearly gone.
Change accelerates—the tyrant
Sees the time to crush is on.

Darkness grows, no shame restraining,
Brazen, ruthless in its drive.
Still, the Right to Freedom, flaming,
Flickers on—it stays alive.

Though corruption swarms and heightens,
Though the world is filled with swine,
Truth, though battered, never silences—
It survives beyond decline.

When Collapse brings retribution,
This decay will find its end.
Slaves will never be the future,
Life will rise and start again.

Yet for now, deceived and hollow,
Herds are led into the knife,
While the liars preach, and swallow
All that’s left of truth and life.



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Born into slavery

Born into chains, yet unaware,
A slave won’t see the bonds he bears.
If all before him knew despair,
Why question what the master dares?

Their children serve the tyrants blindly—
They call it "love for native land."
And traitors walk revered, held highly,
While fools and madness take command.

When lies rule minds for generations,
Then rot selects the ones who lead.
Decay ensures degeneration—
Entropy’s judgment is decreed.

Dare to question, trust your reason,
Seek the truth within, not lies.
Only then can darkness weaken,
Only then can hope arise.

But fear is useless—doom is fated
For those who bow and call it fate.
Yet mothers still repeat, elated:
"Just do your homework—graduate..."




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The Essential Question

Can awakening still happen?
If for few—then all is lost.
In a world of hollow patterns,
Truth is rare… The chains still cross.

Is a slave doomed by his station?
Can these bonds be torn apart?
Nothing else deserves fixation—
Fear and shame lead to the dark.



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Our Service Helps THEM Well, Yet Hard...

Serve! Obey! Bow down—keep kneeling!
Serve the BEASTS with zeal and grace.
Lie and grovel—earn your dealings,
Gold and honors in their place.

Yet the fool who drowns in faking,
Lost in filth, betrays his soul.
Blindly crawling, never waking,
Dies a coward—dark and cold.



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A Hatch Appeared—Don’t Be Confused, It’s Just a Ruse

Astronauts soaring—
"The Moon, they're exploring!"
Much like the drunks
Who find hatches alluring.



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Fear of Heights:
Dive into the swamp of "ease"—
Roots and stumps await your knees.



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The Question

The stubborn beetle, worming through,
Or a throng of servants, weak and few—
The Earth’s own punishment, a blight,
Worse than the merciless pests' bite?



--- Total 11 poems. ---

The Path to a Distant Land

The fascist lie, a shroud so tight,
Keeps minds in chains, obscures the light,
It molds the fools in fearful ranks,
And drives them deep to terror’s banks.

Their hollow cries grow wild, insane,
A twisted choir of grief and pain…
Yet still they march, yet still they kneel—
Blind to the fate they help to seal.



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Mammoth

Mammoth gone? No, mammoth stays!
Lies still guide his twisted ways.
Since the rules were first decreed—
Only he may learn and lead.

All alone, he claims the right,
Blind to truth beyond his sight.
Scorns the sense that whispers near,
Yet without it—lost in fear.

Sense is light, but he obeys
Black-and-white, the mind’s decay.
Trapped in logic, cold and grim,
Doom is certain, bound to him.

Falsehood fades, its time is done,
Truth will rise with morning’s sun.
A new world will shape and grow—
Where intuition reigns to know.



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Cupid and the Riders of the Apocalypse

Cupid, fool, your aim is wrong—
Love, when all won’t last for long?
Hooves are pounding, cold as stone,
Be their herald—ride, be gone!

Let your wings bring news to those
Pure of heart, still sensing fate.
See and check—the end soon shows.
Curse it loud, but don’t be late!



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The Eternal Song of Blatherskite

Suicide’s a wicked sin—
A waste of meat, yet he keeps driving
The herds to slaughter, kith and kin,
For ages—Blatherskite’s surviving.

He shifts his shape, he hides his face,
Yet still his song remains the same.
A traitor dares to shun the race
Of chains, enclosures, death, and shame.



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Roulette of Pseudo-Life

Odd and even, even, odd—
Yet this roulette seems so flawed:
Whole numbers spin—oh, can't you see?
I would rather bet on Pi.

Golden ratio haunts my mind,
Not a day it stays behind.
Every thought comes back to Phi,
While the world just sighs: "Oh my!"

Cash and status rule the game—
Roulette’s flaw remains the same.
So I place it all on zero,
Though it shines, it isn’t hero.

"Yes" or "no"—a mere machine,
But the world is in between.
Trust your senses, look around—
See the shades that can't be found…



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Twist Them Tight!

"The trouble with the world is that the stupid are cocksure, and the intelligent are full of doubt."
— Bertrand Russell


No doubt! No fear! March on, be bold!
Our leader guides us to pure gold.
And if you’re not with us—beware!
He’ll raise his hand and shout: "Go tear!"

We’ll hunt them down, we’ll break their backs,
We’ll chase them, sniff out all their tracks.
Those clever fools—we’ll make them pay,
They’re spineless worms—so bend, obey!

Twist them tight and don’t delay!
Drag the nearest **** away!
A worthy foe is what we lack—
Once all those thinkers hit the sack,

Once madhouse doors and jails are filled,
We’ll march ahead, we won’t be stilled.
Against outsiders, strike and burn—
Our flag will fly, our ways will turn

Into the norm for mindless sheep
Who trust the lies, obey, don’t weep.
And those who dare to doubt—beware!
The weak in war have no place there.



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Brutodrome

Glad to serve!
Why observe
All those foolish dreams of mind?
In the FILTH, I'm feeling fine!

Bow and follow, praise the lie,
Evil wears a saintly guise.
Eat, breed, babble—don’t ask why,
Live it up—till no one dies…



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Distilling Rot into Rant

The system rots—it’s nothing new,
For centuries, we’ve watched it stew.
But now the rot itself has fled,
All that remains is stench and RANT.

Beyond this RANT, so few survive,
Once more, we’ll build—bring back to life
A world that’s torn, consumed by blight,
Worn-out, exhausted, drained of light.



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Humans and Humanoids

Ego will lead you into the void,
A hollow world, so loud, yet empty.
The worthy few stand unalloyed—
But who is real, and who pretends be?

It isn’t hard to tell apart—
Their eyes will shine or stare so lifeless.
Divided deep, in soul and heart,
Though outward marks are blurred and sightless.

That emptiness… it weighs us down,
Without paradox, life’s just fiction.
Darkness will claim its rightful crown—
CowID’s the test: the mice show friction.



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Chemtrails Reflect the Sun’s Fierce Rays

They spray the skies with chemtrail streams,
Not at night—so faint, they fade from sight…
By day, a silver veil redeems
The air from sunlight’s burning might.

The raging Sun keeps turning cruel,
Its scorching beams will leave no trace—
It burns the world, no shade, no fuel,
A prelude to the End of Days.

And fools stand blind—they cannot see,
No thought, no reason, none will heed.
The ones who think—not just agree—
Are cast aside by fools and freaks.

For those who know, one path remains:
A Spirit’s Road beyond this lie.
When this zoo burns in crimson flames,
Their souls will flee to worlds on high.



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A Touch of "Madness" for True Knowing

The Mine of Death—
A well of lies.
Go test it, lest
You pay the price.

The mind goes blind
In halls of lore—
But cracked, it finds
A sharper core.

Less of "facts"—
More sense, more feel.
All true knowledge
Drips, not spills.

Yet intuition, strong and wise,
May turn the trickle to a tide.



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Marine and "Nerd"

Marines—
They win.
The troops—
All in.
The "nerd"—a joke,
A pawn, a clown.
The bureaucrat—
He wears the crown.

A traitor’s praised,
A king of lies.
— Who needs the Lyre?
— It slowly dies...

The scholar, the crook,
The jester in power—
They poison the souls,
Make masses cower.

Deception reigns,
Truth is denied.
Who needs the Lyre?
Their life’s designed—
From bistro to the latrine aligned...



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"School"—So They Say

Memory overload’s the key—
To rot the school intentionally.
A fool’s no fluke, but just the rule,
As nonsense turns the mind to gruel.

And all the manners, all the grace—
Just tricks to keep deep thoughts erased.



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Rejecting Evil

We resist—yet we obey,
Bound by fear, we walk astray.
Then we stumble all our lives,
Turning all the world to dust.

Evil’s vast, corrupts the soul,
To reject it makes us whole.
Dare to stand, refuse to bend—
Cast the Darkness to its end.



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Intuition

To wake from coma—
Means to rise,
Leave the familiar
World behind.

Step toward Spirit—
Life is there.
Sense it, feel it—
Poets dare.

Push perception
To the brink.
Hard at first?
Just act—don’t think.

Mind surrenders,
Turns to steel.
Not by learning,
But to feel.

Answers come
Through keen insight,
Crushing nonsense
With its light.

Rant is coma—
Time to wake!
World’s a tumor—
Bend, you break.



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The Upside-Down Mountain

The pit grows deeper—digging down,
Still chasing bedrock, far below.
It’s damp and dark, no light, no ground,
Yet miners toil—their task is so.

The money flows? Then dig with pride!
They’ll carve a hole both vast and grand.
And books will tell the kids in time:
"That mountain once stood tall and planned."

A new pit comes, and youth will learn
To dig once more, to carve the past.
And doubts will fade, as echoes turn:
"Those men were heroes to the last!"



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"Choice"

A squirrel runs—round and round.
They shout: "You’re free to choose!"
Yet in her mind, so tightly bound,
Lies nothing but obtuse.

Pick a bar—you get to choose
Which one will keep you spinning.
Trapped in lies, they chase the ruse,
Convinced that they are winning.

Young ones learn to jump and race,
Never pause, just keep on striving.
No one dares to say: this "choice"
Is nothing but conniving.



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Sheep’s Strong Bonds

The ram obeys—his shepherd near,
No fear of staff, no horn to chide.
So too with men—through faith or fear,
They're bound by God and laws as guide.



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To the Artist

Forget the crowd, the board, their praise—
It's better to write and let it stay.
No need to bend, no need to stray—
Eternal works may find their way.

For watching the masses, fearing their call,
Where slaves are many—free minds are few,
Will turn the artist, the writer, them all,
To traitors lost—their talent through.



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Entertaining Chemistry, or "Nature’s Crown"

This chemistry is quite the art—
Not for school, but for the feast.
They twist our minds, they tear apart,
And turn the crowd into a beast.

The dumbing down that schools begin,
The rotten media refine.
Forget your will, give up, give in—
Your mind is nearly out of time.

For reason fades where fools are vast,
And idiots now set the tone.
Free thought? Too rare—it couldn’t last.
And fascist claws keep growing strong.

The future? None. A twisted tale
That nears its grim and final part.
We’re not the same, we’re bound to fail—
The crown will rot, then fall apart.



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Amidst the Filth...

The heroes took another way
And lived a little more than most.
Now only **** and rot remain—
Dark years ahead, a heavy cost.

The CowID, the war, the stage is set,
The filth expands, the chains grow tight.
With bravery gone, the Spirit spent,
There's no one left to stand and fight.



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The Dead, or The World Unmasked

No disguise—just "FAS!"—the call,
And fools rush in without a doubt.
Fascism suits us, after all—
The dead now freely walk about.

The living lost, the dead run wide—
No thrill or feast can break the spell.
And in their joy, they **** their ride—
For walking corpses, all is well.



--- Total 22 poems. ---

Hellish Sumo

The "sumo champs" have seized the ring,
Pushed the rest beyond the line.
Yet the fallen chose to cling
To sick delusions—"It's just fine."

Fat and ruthless, bold and vile,
Now they rule, their greed unfurled.
Those who think? Declared defiled.
Those too weak? Not of this world.

Ninth Circle? Maybe—who can tell?
I've lost track inside this game.
Those outside—near dead, as well,
Drowned in lies and bloated shame.



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Consu-madness

Their brains have melted into goo—
The world is sinking, lost from view.
For mindless greed’s a greater blight—
It rules the fools—beasts cheer in spite.



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They Preach Acceptance Everywhere

They preach acceptance far and wide,
So rot of “tolerance” can thrive.
A cursed world, where truth is denied—
It shouts out “no!” to real life.



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Higher? Lower?

"Mankind, as a whole, is but a horde of selfish, lowly swine—
Above the beasts in only this: their greed’s by thought refined."
— Ernest Renan


A mind that serves to scheme and ******,
To hoard and seize with growing hunger—
The longer near the feast you latch,
The wilder grows your grasping thunder.

Stay too long—you turn to stone,
Cold and cruel beyond all measure.
Wait too slow—you’re overthrown
By the next in line for treasure.

Endless race—yet never plenty!
More! And more! And still not nearly!
First to win are those whose empty
Souls have vanished almost clearly.

Beasts are humbler, soft in motion,
Free of greed and vain ambition.
Humans burn with dark devotion,
Driving hate to war’s ignition.

Higher? Lower? Just illusion.
Measures fail, the world’s gone hollow.
Beasts aren't lost in mad delusion—
Humans? Most are dumb to follow.



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Express Train to NOWHERE

A journey straight to Nowhere bound,
From Doomsville—next in line.
No worries, friends—no turning ‘round,
Your ticket’s one-way signed.

But on the way, enjoy the ride,
Dine finely, drink your fill.
Don’t pull the brake—doors locked inside,
Sealed tight with iron will.

No exit here, no way to stray,
No matter wild or meek.
The train speeds forth, it won’t delay,
Through night so vast and bleak.

The dark grows thick, the engine screams,
No god awaits your fall.
And if despair has spared your dreams,
Then fear—he waits for all.

His crown of fire, fierce and bright,
A judge with eyes aglow.
The final stop—no end in sight,
Just endless flames below.



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Dimwits of Pseudo-Science

"An economist is one who speaks
Of things he does not understand,
Yet makes you feel the fool who seeks
A grasp on all that's planned."
— Herbert Prochnow


These frauds of fog and tangled lies—
Save math and physics, all is dust.
Their books confuse, their jargon ties
Even themselves in webs of rust.

And yet, with graphs and gadgets bare,
They lead—but where? They have no clue.
Their masters do—the ones who tear
The soul apart, then sell it new.

Through babbling nonsense, dull and grim,
They crush the mind, they dull the spark.
And media joins in with them—
A chorus spreading lies in dark.

The fool who serves, so proud, so blind,
Licks at the boots of beasts above.
No thought, no soul, no higher mind—
Just hollow words for hollow love.



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Sense of Nonsense

The Sense of Nonsense—key to stay,
To keep a mind both sharp and free.
For reason’s crushed in brutal play,
Yet feeling sees what eyes don’t see.

If you can cast the nonsense out,
Let instinct rise above the mind,
Then let it grow, erase all doubt—
And wisdom stays, refined.



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To the Summit!

Do not walk—rise up in flight!
There’s no other way to go.
This was always nature’s right,
Now as ever—leave the low!

Depths are foul, a shameful snare,
Only Spirit—burning bright—
Stands as real in dark despair,
Guided by its inner light.

Only fire within can show
Paths beyond the choking night.
Fall to lies, deceit, and woe—
And you're lost without a fight.



--- Total 8 poems. ---

In the End...

A tale of horror is darker, crueler
Than what the dull crowd dares expect.
For in the end, the Beasts grow fouler,
And slaves grow dumber—more abject.

Beasts and slaves—no real exception,
Hope is scarce, the odds are grim.
Drowned in lies, they've lost redemption—
Honor's dead, so waste them all on a whim...



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The Cosmos

Its base—deceit.
Its glue—fear’s binding.
The boss—unfit.
Our fate—dust, winding.



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Truth and the Reign of Madness

"For truth, it is triumph enough to be accepted by the few who are worthy; to please the many is not its fate."
— Denis Diderot


Truth’s worth is never measured
By numbers in its wake.
The slaves adore false treasures,
Their minds consumed by fake.

Few dare to think—yet fewer,
Their voices fade to none.
Truth drowns in darkness, sewer—
The world is crude, undone.

CowID, war—it's showing,
The madness rules the stage.
A war on thought keeps growing,
A war of lies and rage.

Its end is near—Destruction,
The final storm is drawn.
Then comes the Reconstruction,
When filth is cast and gone.



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Breaking Yet Another Bottom

To hit rock bottom? That’s no feat.
But reaching lower—there’s the test.
To sell new lies and not repeat—
That takes a master of the jest.

The Press of Darkness strains and rallies,
Bureaucrats all march in line.
Decay’s an art—they need pure malice,
A beast that’s truly one of a kind.

CowID has shown—no lack of vermin,
Nor slaves who serve the grand deceit.
The smaller press now weaves perversions,
To spice the greater flood of sleet.

Thus, deeper down the pit was shattered,
The stench from underneath arose.
And now we all will breathe this tatter,
As life in filth forever flows.

A global ***** is fast unfolding,
A prison ruled by code and screen.
If lies keep rising, all-consuming,
Its gates will open—sharp and clean.



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Down...

The Church now serves the Devil’s throne,
The world is upside down.
The honest ones are crushed, dethroned—
Branded traitors, drowned.

One thing stays unshaken—
Shame will never cease.
Reason lies forsaken,
Slaughtered—rest in peace.

If a trace still lingers
In the minds of few,
It won’t change—just sink there,
Down to Hell’s own view!



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Life’s Unyielding Dullness

Life is dull—no doubt, no question,
For it thrives on false impressions.
Since our childhood, Beasts betray us,
Swapping truth for murk to slay us.

Mind is fragile, quick to wither,
So the future’s looking bitter:
Trade pure steel for rotting timber—
All will crumble to a cinder.



--- Total 6 poems. ---

The Carnival

"The hardest task is questioning your soul and catching its weak, childish voice amidst the useless cries around it."
— Maurice Maeterlinck


The carnival roars and rages,
Drowning you in hollow plays.
All—performers, fools, and sages—
Lost in rotting night's malaise.

Once inside, your Heart falls silent,
Numbed by noise that clouds the mind.
Nowhere hides from this defilement—
It’s the world, both vast and blind.

Not by chance—the Grand Director
Framed it so: a world of fools,
Stuffed and laughing, blind to specters,
Trapped in Evil's noxious rules.




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DeluReality

"Reality is something no one truly knows."
— Nick Bostrom

Deception, dreams, delusions,
False hopes and hollow creeds—
A world of vile illusions,
Where only cruelty breeds.

What kind of "real" is this one?
Decay and dark control.
Infernal hands have risen—
Blind lies consume the soul.

The wise are few and fading,
Each day their kind grows thin.
While fools keep Evil aiding—
No fire can burn their sin.

A few still guard their ember,
Yet soulless shades enclose.
The brutes strike hard—remember,
And soon the world will close.

Beneath the war of fictions,
Where poison warps the mind—
Since childhood, one conviction:
Be cruel, or fall behind.



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Recipe for "Happiness"

"To be happy, one must have a strong stomach, a wicked heart, and no conscience at all."
— Denis Diderot, 18th century


A wicked heart will bring you strife,
It spoils appetite and peace.
So **** your conscience—end its life,
Then prey on herds with ease.

That’s the key to "joy"—no question,
And the ruling class’s art:
Drape their madness in a lesson,
Call it wisdom, play your part.



--- Total 3 poems. ---

Filling Minds with Utter Nonsense

"The mind is not a vessel to be filled but a fire to be kindled."
Plutarch, 1st century AD


They pour and fill—what do they make?
Just hollow shells—a soulless fake.
But flames? They smother them from birth,
Extinguishing the soul’s true worth.

A flood of nonsense—pure deceit,
The poison spreads, a vile conceit.
Through screens and speakers, lies take hold—
Your soul turns ash, your heart grows cold.

So cleanse yourself, don’t heed their cries,
Let truth shine bright within your eyes.
Protect your flame—don’t let it drown
In filth that’s poisoning the town.

The stench of fascism now reigns,
Corrupting hearts, enslaving brains.
And those who serve its twisted will
Are nothing more than cowards still.



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Not a Peasant’s...

Open field—
A page so white.
Mind unsealed,
Clear and bright.

Plowed-up land—
Dust and blight.
Spirit’s hand
Grasps but write.



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Turning a Prison into a Pen

"You don’t see the bars, because the prison is the whole world."
—David Icke


The world’s a cage, and people here are blind,
Forgetting where the Mind’s true limits lie.
And artificial troubles were never unrefined—
Distractions made to keep thoughts running dry.

Oblivious, they bow to shallow fears,
Ignoring what the Spirit dares to tell:
To rot among the filth for endless years,
Or rise and fight with fury, bold and fell.

This prison breaks when Consciousness ignites,
When intuition keeps the Dark at bay.
Or else, like sheep led off to slaughter’s sights,
You'll watch the Beasts turn bars to fenced-in hay.



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Beasts’ Paradise

Where are giants? None remain,
Lost in time—what now remains?
Mindless herds to beasts are grain,
Feeding on their own decay.

Dumbed-down masses—watered lies,
Drenched in fear, they serve their stay.
Split the world, let terror rise—
Beasts will feast in grand array.

Paradise for those who rule:
Eat your fill—your choice, your tool...



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"Atomic" Means Herdlike!

An "atomic man," they say,
Brings the global mind decay.
Selfish herds, deceived and blind,
Lost in "survival," left behind.

Sick of seeing soulless drones,
Through them, all the evil’s grown.
Meek and hollow—so they fall,
Dragged to ruin, stripped of all.

Fascist chains have brought them low,
Crushed beneath the final blow.
No way forward, none to fight—
They have doomed the world to night.



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"Hero"

To write of kittens, birds in flight,
Of love—so pure, so warm, so bright...
And serve the Beasts without a fight—
That’s now a "poet’s" noble might.



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"Family" of Fools

If fools make up the ruling mass,
Then shame on nature, what a farce!
A rotting head, a world decayed—
A fate the universe dismayed.

And rare exceptions stand alone,
Yet only prove the downward trend:
Deception reigns, decay has grown,
And reason’s but a myth, my friend.



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Human Plankton

Subtract the mind, let Darkness win,
A victory it craves to own.
And so we drift, blindfolded in
Deceptions sea — plankton had grown.



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******* Priests

A swarm of priests—what do they do?
Corrupt the young—defile the true.
Excuses crude, yet still they lie,
Their sins unearthed for all to spy.

For years they hid their wicked game,
But truth rose up to curse their name.
The Boston Globe pulled back the veil,
Revealing filth beyond the pale.

This false church bears a branded stain—
Believe in it, you're lost in vain.



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Family Crash

A family's wreck—its cause is plain,
Kids born of past delights now pay.
That wreck’s their burden, marked by pain—
"Success!" they hear from day to day.



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Doubt

"To doubt is to show reverence for truth."
—Ernest Renan


The mindless herd repeats, on cue,
A set of phrases, dull and plain.
But doubt can tear their world in two—
Their empty chants would be in vain.

To plant a doubt in such a mass
Is near impossible—why try?
Their world is built on lies, alas,
For truth would make their small minds die.

And should you speak, the blind will fight—
Truth’s fate is bleak in such a land.
But if you never doubt what’s "right",
Then shame on you—you misunderstand.



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Museum’s Spirit?

Like a crypt…
Walls are cold.
Gallery—
A painter, old,

Blind with rage,
Mind decayed.
Light's not caged—
It's self-conveyed.

Let it shine
Deep inside!
Call the blind:
"Wake with pride!"

Shape the core,
Dare to fight!
Twist the "wrong"—
But keep it right!



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Fierce Demise

Dissenting minds—but none to think,
"Soul’s deep urges"—soulless cries.
We freeze like systems on the brink,
Drowned in gigabytes of lies.

We fail to grasp, yet pass it down,
So children grow still more unwise.
Forever lost in filth we drown—
False hopes and demons’ thin disguise.

No heart, no mind—this plague has spread,
A few escaped, the rest obey.
We bow with ease, our wills near dead,
Too used to crawling to dismay.

On bended knees, we wait in vain—
What’s left to come? The final breath.
No hymn will reach the wrathful flame—
Armageddon spawns Fierce Death.



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Toxic "Culture"

"At least bacterial cultures can be seen under a microscope."
—Jadwiga Rutkowska

I stocked up scopes—both micro, stetho,
Telescopes to aid my quest.
I sought for culture—found but echoes
Of lies and filth the germs expressed.

Fake virtues mask a foul regime,
Where fascists play the righteous role.
A second layer—hell’s own scheme,
A lid of brass to cloak it whole.

They'll seal the world—farewell, "refinement"!
I searched in vain, and here it ends.
No foolish bullet brings confinement—
Armageddon kills, my friends.



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Economic Cattle

Market games—a grand disguise...
How to yoke the herd so nice,
Make it walk into the chain,
Thinking it’s their rightful gain?

Oh, so simple—reshape all,
Craft a world where slaughter stalls
Seem removed (but wars suffice),
Turn the market into vice.

Choice is scarce—so grab the yoke,
Drag your kin to stay afloat.
Step inside the penned-up toil—
Earn your fodder, drown in oil.



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Sieve

"With most new acquaintances, our first thought is whether they may be of use to us; and if they are not, then for most people, once they realize this, that person becomes nothing."
—Arthur Schopenhauer


I walk—meet nothing on my way,
Then more of nothing—endless rows.
The world’s a sieve, where few can stay,
The rest fell through, lost far below.

Those who could shake this void of spite,
Who saw the roots of all decay,
Were cast aside—denied the right
To live, not use and throw away.

We've learned too well this hollow game,
And so the sieve expands its hole.
Few strings remain, yet all the same,
They, too, will vanish with the whole.



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Infernal Sumo

The "sumo champs" have seized the ring,
Pushed the rest beyond the line.
Yet the fallen, wavering,
Claim forgiveness—lost in mind.

Fat and shameless, crude and sly,
Rules the ring with pompous glee.
Thinkers? Worthless. Question why?
"Skinny flies" aren’t meant to be.

Circle Nine—or is it lower?
Does it matter? Hard to tell.
Those outside grow weak, sink slower
In the fat ones' lying hell.



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Diagnosis

Is the world a whining wreck,
Or a doctor telling true?
Drunks and fools—just check the specs—
Three in four. The math is crude.

A simple test, a dumb Cow-ID,
Unmasked the minds—exposed the show.
Even the doctor feels defeated...
The world’s near nothing. Now we know.



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Hell’s Despair

"This world is the work of some devil who called creatures into being just to savor their torment."
—Arthur Schopenhauer


So bleak, so hollow,
Disgraced from the start.
A wretched creator,
A slave in his heart.

The traitors rise higher,
Deception rules minds,
The blind led by liars,
All twisted in kind.

They fight one another—
Their anguish must flow,
To feed their dark master,
Corrupting below,
Instilling pure fury,
Instilling pure woe.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

"Endgame"

The IDIOT makes his final play,
The game is reaching its last note.
A move that leads the wrong way—
Defeat is all he wrote.



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Thorns and Roses

A world of lies,
Where dreamland dies.
The flowers fade,
The thorns invade.



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For Free?

Clara drained Karl, stole his might,
Nagging and picking a fight.
Karl grew to hate her, it's true...
Marriage means free *** to you?



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Clara and Karl

Karl and Clara—
Fools, but paired.
Faithful, hopeful,
Yet impaired.

Building dreams
Through storm and night,
Where dark and hate
Suppress the light.

Clara nags him,
Mocks and scolds,
Molds him into
What she holds—
A man who's tamed,
By her revised,
Trapped beneath
Her sharp disguise.

Karl's no more—he lost the game,
Married wrong and took the blame.



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Cockroach Race

Masses keep striving through falsehood and lies,
Chasing illusions with blind, empty eyes.
What is the goal? Just deception again—
Years lost to labor and struggle in vain.

Then come new targets, with fraud at their core,
Shifting the game like they’ve done times before.
Each generation keeps playing it wrong,
Racing ahead to belong and belong.

"First" means you're last, yet they run to the front,
Fearing the shame of a lowly affront.
Honor and conscience are left in the past—
Trifles discarded, too fragile to last.

The race nears its end, and the track’s set aflame,
Burning away this absurd, endless game.
Change is upon us, the sun makes it clear—
No room for roaches; their end has drawn near.



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Trivial Rot

Trifles burn like caustic lies,
Eating souls until they’re dry.
Fear and falsehood claim their prize—
Rotting Bedlam swarms the sky.

Madness reigns, the world’s a fair
Where the petty lead the blind.
Like a plague beyond repair,
Faking nations fall in line.

That same plague infects the mind,
Branded CowID to be shown.
Hidden masters rule mankind,
Dragging all beneath the stone.

Fools obey and fools believe—
Most are eager for their chains.
Filth and ruin won’t deceive—
Vermin’s rule is all that reigns.



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Original Sin

Gullibility's a blight,
Worse than any foe in sight.
Model citizen, so keen—
Tell them lies, they serve the scene.

Mind shut down and conscience dead,
They obey with blinded tread.
Gullibility, since birth,
Is the sin that doomed the earth.



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"Roses" of Satanism

Roses, tears, and threats entwine,
Lies and whips in grand design.
Masks and poses, fear and haze,
Shadows twist in mirrored maze.

Madness swirls in tangled streams,
*****’s roses draped in death.
Rotting souls, decaying dreams,
Choking on their final breath.

Madness, sickness, minds decayed,
Empty shells in hollow bliss.
Outward—hope, so bright displayed,
But Satanic roses kiss.



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Editing and "Culture"

Editing cuts with a frown,
Culling the best, shutting it down.
Not a hack? Then ***** their game—
Their culture is a sheep to tame.

Harsh? But war and CowID showed
Exactly how the story goes.
Few stand tall, the rest just flow—
The world, in sum, is less than Low.



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Not venality

Monet, Renoir—
Did they chase gold,
Or let pure light
In art unfold?

Corruption is rot,
Yet stand and fight—
Serve truth and light,
Though lost to night.



--- Total 10 poems. ---

Negative Selection

"What conclusion did Voltaire, Hume and Kant finally come to? "The fact that the world is a hospital for the incurable."
—Arthur Schopenhauer.


A hospital for fools and crooks,
Who've long forgotten life’s true course:
They fight with those of their own looks,
And trust in liars with no remorse.

Man was meant to aid and brighten,
A spark divine—where has it gone?
Now he’s a donkey, beasts are driving—
A void remains, his will is none.

A few exceptions pass the test,
Yet only prove the rule once more:
They're safe while luck still grants them rest,
Not sifted through the ruthless lore.

Through that sieve the worms will stay,
The best discarded, thrown aside.
The worst will rise and seize the day—
For filth and rot will float to tide.

Age to age, the cycle runs,
A madhouse bleak, devoid of light.
No free minds—their time is done,
But glamor’s praise is shining bright.



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Fire and Renewal

Disgrace and blood will rise once more—
For slaves, one path remains to see:
Let flames consume this wretched lore,
Burn down the world of slavery.

One world, one mind—a single way,
The rot that filled all space is gone.
Perhaps the dawn of something gray
May yet emerge and carry on.

The old holds nothing but decay,
No future left, no second breath—
Its core commandment paves the way—
A lie that drives all minds to death.



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Nonsense and Independent Thought

Ears grew used to empty chatter,
Truth now sounds like distant noise.
Drowned in nonsense, lost its matter,
Fading reason, stolen voice.

Not a thought, but looping phrases,
Echoed views—a hollow reel.
Want to see? Just watch—he paces,
Like a donkey on a wheel.

Nonsense works to lure and bridle,
Keeps the blinders firm in place.
Even fashion takes its title
From its nonsense—mule erased...



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Not Falling...

Who takes flight will never fall—
Rise up high and soar alone!
Sink below, you're lost to all,
Drowned among the mindless drone.

Wings of Spirit lift you higher,
Thought will trace the path ahead.
Once you've soared, they’ll pull no wire—
Down below, they'll crush instead.



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Break It Down!

Smash the wheel—no Samsara’s chains!
A single soul won’t flee alone
From this madhouse, where remains
A world once trampled, overthrown

By vile BEASTS—so foul and rotten,
Hell itself would cast them out.
Break the walls, let none be forgotten,
Burn it all, erase the doubt.

From the shame that stains existence,
Sickened souls feel blood run cold.
Can this world fall any lower?
Rot and filth—it's uncontrolled!

But stay quiet—let them slumber,
Let their madness reach its end.
Soon their fate will tear asunder,
Soon there’s nothing left to mend.



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A Bold Full Stop

One last dot to end the story,
Summing up a hollow life—
Rotting slowly—fades its glory,
Nothing hard in ending strife.

True conclusions live in making,
In the search for something vast.
All the rest is dust, forsaking
Truth for fear—decay holds fast.

Fools embrace their dull delusion,
Mindless hordes, the walking dead.
Ruled through fear and mass confusion,
Led by lies their keepers spread.

Thus, to place that final marker—
Like a nightmare cut in two.
Only death can end the darkness,
Only death can pull you through.

Those who feel—forever prisoned,
Life becomes a lonesome plot.
All their struggle, all their vision
Ends within one bold full stop.



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The Fire-Breathing Dragon

A fire-breathing dragon looms—
No mere myth—it's in the "news".
Burns the mind, consumes the room,
Leaves you tame, enslaved, confused.

Flames seep in through every crack,
Reaching places dark and deep.
Trust in evil, stay off-track—
Fools will follow, blind in sleep.

Many heads this beast reveals,
Everywhere—it haunts the land.
Truth is lost, yet lies congeal
In the screen’s deceitful hand.

The fire-breathing dragon strikes,
Scorching all—the world decays.
Even laws seem weak alike—
Cheese that lures the mice to stay.



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Disposed...

A "miracle" of utter lies—
A fool was shaped, beyond repair.
This world of madness, dressed in vice,
Deserves disposal—strip it bare.



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The Global Madhouse

The madhouse marches, all obsessed
With "happiness"—their sacred quest.
Yet truth rejected, none are healed,
Just thrown in line to serve the rest.

They stand with fools, they serve the beasts,
Oblivious to what’s at stake.
It’s not just lies that scorch and feast—
They brand the herd for slaughter’s sake.

No madhouse now—it's something worse:
A global pen, a cattle curse.
All else is but a fleeting dream,
As minds dissolve in laws of sleep.



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Weariness Is Just a Trace

Weariness lingers—no more than a trace
Of time spent trapped in this pitiful place.
Its trials can twist you, can shatter, can break,
Yet losing your soul is the worst of mistakes.

So listen within—let your spirit be guide,
Or sorrow will deepen and darken inside.
Endurance has limits—don’t let it decay,
Or doubt will consume you and lead you astray...
Till nothing remains but your soul in decay.



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A Common Ram and a Komodo Beast

A ram—a beast, yet not just so:
It spits its poison, full of woe.
This world’s a pit, a reeking mire—
A shooting range for liars dire.

Its venom stinks, yet fools still trust
The creatures bred in filth and dust.
And thus they thrive—this wretched swarm—
For poisoned tongues have set the norm.



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Idiots in Service of Fiends

The weakest fools of a dying land—
The greatest threat of all.
For scraps, they serve a monstrous hand
And heed deception’s call.

Through lies, they take their vile commands,
Then chaos spreads like fire.
Far worse than ruthless outlaw bands,
Yet courage? None aspire.

They win by numbers—countless throngs,
A mindless, endless mass.
Their greed relentless, loud and strong—
Throw coins, they’ll bite on "Fas!"

Obedient, they march ahead,
As CowID made clear:
The fiends are fed, the world lies dead,
And filth still drowns us here.



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Light in the Night

The road is walked by those who strive—
Yet not by all who tread.
The dreamers chasing "paradise"
Will lead to Hell instead.

For this world's twisted, upside-down,
Corrupted to the core.
Your sandals torn? Then bare your feet
And wade through filth once more.

Temptations try to block your way,
Deceitful paths unfold.
The false god’s world is bleak and grey,
Yet tales of bliss are sold.

A compass? Yes! Not empty lies,
But Light that shines within.
Find it—without its guiding rise,
Dark Night will draw you in.



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Resistance to Fascism, or From Hell to Hell

A “tiny orchestra of hope”
Plays false, while singers preach and lie.
In "paradise," the traitors rise—
Their “holy father” rules the sky.

But hope, in Satan’s vile domain,
Is foolish, empty, blind, and weak.
Resisting fascist rule is vain,
Yet filth you’ll never dare to seek.

Your soul stays pure—though doomed to burn,
You'll face the flames with head held high.
Forget false hopes and fools who yearn
For Hell where monsters drive the sly.



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Oh, doctor dear, the soul's in pain!
Keep your bandage—it's in vain.
Through CowID, we all could see—
Gold, not healing, pleases thee.



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Propagandist

A arsonist walks among men—
Not a thief and not a foe.
He's the devil’s voice and pen,
Spreading lies where’er we go.



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The WHAT is naught, the HOW is slight,
Yet things should work a different way.
And what we have? A rotten blight—
To cast it out’s the grandest play.



--- Total 9 poems ---