Delusions
If you dare not face the madness
That has nested in your core,
You'll be crushed in Hell’s own badness—
Where the mind exists no more.
We’re at threshold. Hell lies open.
Crowds are swarming, wild and loud—
**** all pushing, blindly hopin’
To be first among the crowd.
From our youth, the rot is growing—
Only few will stand and fight.
Most are wrong, and barely knowing—
That alone’s a bitter might.
“Education” means sedation—
Drills for cogs in slave-machine.
Madness passed through generations—
Is the finest cage they’ve seen.
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The Rant of False History
They say history repeats —
Wouldn't progress do the same?
No — it crawls through wild deceits,
Spurred by madness, press, and shame.
Lies decay us, deeply rooted,
While "the past" becomes a tool —
Used by "scholars", dull, deluded,
To control and to befool.
“Less is worse,” they preach of chains —
Twisting truth to fit their schemes.
Tyrants' filth in old domains
Now gets sold as noble dreams.
Was there ever darker slavery
Than the one we now endure?
CowID proved, with grim bravery,
Just how deep the filth can lure.
It’s the same old madness spinning —
Nothing new beneath the sun.
Only sarcasm feels fitting
For this circus they call “run.”
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Almost a Joke
Tricks bring pain —
Life’s a stunt.
Less you strain,
If you're blunt.
More of fight,
Less of noise.
Dare the light —
Not fate’s ploys.
Tricks are chains,
But you’re free
If you chase
Love’s path — see?
Walk, don’t juggle.
Truth is near.
Jokes may struggle,
But without them — disappear.
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Rewards and Reliefs
A bagel's hole — your grand reward
For seeking truth and staying bold.
Oblivion is the just accord —
This mad world’s promise has run cold.
The past will peel, the “new” will fade,
For nothing new is ever real.
It’s all a weary, cheap charade —
Just wait for Death to sign the deal.
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A Hole for a Crown
A bagel’s hole — that’s all the prize
For poets, writers who won’t sell.
The ****** in suits, with glossy lies,
Are crawling everywhere like hell.
Add countless traitors to the game,
And all the weak who kiss the boot
Of thugs who rise through bluff and shame —
Their “honors” soon will just pollute.
But here’s the twist — in days now gone,
At least they read. Today? Not much.
Now in this century, the pawn
Is tested by a viral sludge:
A stream of memes and TikTok reels —
Their minds were flushed by viral feeds.
The truth? Replaced by shouting deals
From armies selling junk as creeds.
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They sell you rot, then call it gold —
You speak the truth? You're bought and sold.
The prize is nothing, just a hole —
While lies devour the public soul.
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The Future of the Global Madhouse
Three-fourths here don’t deserve to breathe —
These ******* feed the coming lash.
Because of them, the fiends beneath
Will grind us down — no joke, no flash.
CowID paused — a war on hold.
New plagues are planned by wicked swine,
For empty minds do as they're told,
Still drunk on fear and fed with lies.
This herd of fools, in full decay,
Will drag us into chains and hell.
The beasts are betting all will pay,
Since drooling mobs obey so well.
They’ll grind us down with false alarms —
Just feed the filth to vacant brains.
What lies ahead brings no calm charms,
Just storms, just pain, just choking chains.
Yet there's a joy — a final spark:
This madness will not last too long.
The madhouse burns — and in the dark,
The sun will rise to right the wrong.
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Challenges in the Circles of Hell
Let challenge meet the challenge face to face —
Not by denial's sterile repetition,
But honor clashing clean, with no disgrace,
No fear, no doubt, no cowardly submission.
Hell's spirals twist, and trials there abound.
What once was wild, rebellious, blazing bright,
Seems tame the deeper down — where fools are crowned
For trading truth for comfort in the night.
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False Time of the Luciferian System
Is it a test of time — or weight?
Time’s worse: it feeds the Dark's domain.
We call it "time", but what we hate
Is slow decay of soul and brain.
This "time" is rot — a masquerade,
A cloak for entropy and lies.
And still the Beast is served, obeyed —
Both then, and now, beneath dead skies.
It isn’t time — it’s time’s disguise.
Above time dwells a higher sphere,
But we, the spawn of sunken minds,
Have made it custom to adhere
To lies — from priests and pseudo-thought,
Who ******* Space and Time with rules.
They sell their souls, then sell what's taught —
A creed imposed by mindless ghouls.
Don’t trust. Go deep. The path is yours —
Within you dwells the light, the key.
Let intuition open doors,
But keep your mind alive and free.
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The Union of Truth and Sludge
A mix of essence, filth, and grime —
That’s how verse crawls through modern time.
In worlds of ****** and creeping dread,
Our nerves burn out, the soul half-dead...
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Expanding the Bounds of Knowing — Together, Without False Science
The self — a cycle stuck in place,
A dull routine we all embrace.
Critical thought? They chase it off —
No space to question, all is scoffed.
The “atom” world — a beast’s design,
Born from lies fed as “divine.”
More cheese to trap, more filthy lies,
A bait to blind collective eyes.
Together only Hell’s escaped,
But all asleep — world’s night draped.
Will dawn arise? There’s just one light:
That Dawn will burn the shame, the blight.
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Information War
Tanks don’t fear the mud or grime.
But "divs" of leaks are primed to strike —
You must fight "divs" with cunning crimes,
Or lies will finish what they like.
Pour the sludge into the net,
Crush the dumb lies, no regret.
Bravery’s needed just the same,
Even if the pay’s so lame.
Fight as guerilla, free,
Anger’s fuel for victory.
All the fiends will get their due
When the world’s last hours are through.
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Create!
Create — don’t rot or fake.
Strive — don’t dream or break.
Wither, die, if forced to lie—
Truth’s the only way to fly!
Oceans drown in lies and slime,
Sold-out fools in darkest time.
CowID’s cult, the fascist reign,
Praised by ****, a vile stain.
But harsh justice draws its line —
Everyone must pay in time.
They’ll burn the madhouse to the ground,
Build new Halls of Lies around.
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The Purifying Fire
The Devil’s mark is branded here,
On all, it burns, sharp as a spear.
Fiends strike lies like scorching flame,
They scorch, they ****, they spread the shame.
They brand the souls with ruthless spite,
Bold, sly, they thrive in darkest night.
But now the game comes to an end —
A fire burns to cleanse and mend.
A different flame will purge the stain,
Bring joy to souls freed from their chain,
Destroying fiends in fiery sweep,
Awakening the pure to keep.
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Fair Winds to Your Stern…
Fair winds beneath your keel, take flight —
Escape this Hell, abandon night!
This Shame will vanish, fade, and fall:
Each vile fiend will answer all!
They’ll pay — even those who cower,
Silent, trembling, lost their power.
Salvation lies in flight alone —
So leave this Shame, this Hell, this Throne!
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Tales and Dances
Tales and dances, all rehearsed —
Wind-up fools, forever cursed,
Even old, the masks remain:
Puppeteers, the ****, the stain.
Clumsy lies the liar spits,
Only fools believe these bits.
Crude, absurd, a tyrant’s grin —
“Kind uncle” hides the sin.
Axes drawn ‘twixt good and ill,
Sew white threads to scare and ****.
Anything they’ll justify,
Pseudoscience to crucify.
CowID’s “science” fools the herd —
More such “wonders” will be heard.
This vile breed, a *****’s spawn,
Knocked at heaven — now it's gone…
Hell rejoices — demon’s dawn.
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Like a "Dream Factory"
So many films on cops and law,
But art? Almost none you saw.
The cabal sets the scene that way —
Gloss on freaks to make them sway.
Then “four-eyes” or “geek” in frame
Looks like fool to madness’ game.
Sheepish, dumb, sold-out in suit —
Like Holmes or heroes in old route.
Work goes on to "normalize"
Those who lose their sanity’s prize.
A “normal” label stuck on queer —
Nonsense from that dream factory here.
Souls derailed, humanity drained,
Reason turned to babbling, insane.
Watch that stew — pure carelessness:
Leaves a bitter soul’s distress.
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Lie and Finish Off...
Fuss and pointless strife,
Strife that’s never just —
Fuss feeds lies to life —
The end: a total bust.
Focus just on survival —
Kills the mind inside.
Lie and lie, revival?
The soul crushed by the tide.
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Cramming, Zeal, and Discipline
Youth’s bright fire burns to ash,
In cramming dull, petty stuff,
And zeal misplaced, a crash —
Not thinking’s roughest bluff.
But copying vile false gods —
Made just to drag you down —
Such fate for many clods.
If bold, you’ll see the clown.
To **** talent’s no great feat —
Make "nothing" idolized,
Lie shamelessly, repeat,
And with discipline, despised.
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Horseshoes for the Donkey
Jehovah’s just a horseshoe
For a two-legged ***,
He died — they forge anew
For all their worthless mass.
These donkeys—backs all cracked—
Drag pointless loads in vain.
A carrot dangled, sticks cracked,
Calm seas hide all the pain.
If you’re not a donkey,
They’ll hunt or cast you out.
These devils rule the money,
Slap horseshoes all about.
A real God is creation —
He needs no slaves or fools,
But died in witch’s nation,
Bound by their cruel rules.
For two-legged donkeys only,
Horseshoes hold such weight.
The normal ones walk freely—
Protected by their fate.
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Fertilizing with Ash
Don’t waste your breath on fools —
They’re lost beyond repair.
Just kindling for their tools,
They’ll burn it all to air.
But after night, at dawn,
The world will bloom with ash.
Like children, hearts will spawn,
Not minds that only clash.
If heart and mind align —
Then balance lights the way.
But how to teach the blind?
They’ll never understand, no way!
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System Corruption
Once you’re inside—the game is known;
No way to dodge decay.
Blind, mute, to speak is to lie shown—
Truth dies, replaced by sway.
Negative selection’s rule,
The system’s famed decay.
Once thieves were plain—now lies the tool,
Master deceit’s the way.
Each one’s bound tight with dirt and shame,
Control by blackmail’s grip.
Avoid it—every nation’s lame,
Fascism’s tightening whip.
We’re stuck so deep, no way to win—
The road ahead’s descent.
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Mirages of Corrupt Stumps
Spin your tales, Emelya, not empty lies —
No use in this world where falsehood thrives.
All empty talkers lay soft disguise —
But falls hurt deep, where mirage lies.
Their falsehood’s weak, can’t cushion the blow,
Their goal’s just to push you down low.
Truth here is moss, old and slow —
You’re mossed yourself if you call it woe,
And value fools who sell cheap breath,
Spin or believe — you’ll save your skin’s death...
For now... but you’ll vanish, lost in the fray —
“The soul must toil,” or waste away.
No mere illusion is Hell’s decree:
It’s mirages from corrupt dead trees.
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Failing...
The collective farm, "A Hundred Years No Yield" —
A metaphor for mind’s lost field.
The mind keeps failing, failing hard,
Soon all will vanish, leave no shard.
Total lies and dumbness spread,
An "industry" of fools ahead.
To bear this filth is crime so grave,
Yet ages pass — the cursed wave.
So here we stand, the end’s in sight —
The farm’s a desert, dead of light.
Those who don’t fight, they’ve lost their fate —
The fiend will send them to death’s gate.
The fighters may fall, yet save their soul,
While foul disgrace consumes this whole.
World rotten, vile, ****** to rot —
Your time is done, your fate is shot.
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The Core of the Chaos
The core of Chaos — deeper dread:
A world torn loose, by lies misled,
Where best among us falls and dies
Beneath deceit and dark disguise.
Lie bolder, sharper, full of spite,
Spread fear to choke out all the light.
Let fraud grow vile, more cruel still —
Corrupt the soul with poisoned will.
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On the Farm
Today it’s you,
Tomorrow me —
The cattle wait,
The swine foresee
The hour of slaughter near.
The whole Earth’s like a farm, my dear.
If not a pest, then rise, awake —
Or die, **** it, for Heaven’s sake!
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So-Called "Revolutions"
Leather jackets, flushed red faces —
Here come commissars to drown disgraces.
In wild hangovers, anger swells —
That commissar could never break his hell.
Stupidity rules here, all around,
And **** unites in packs, profound.
So all this madness drags and lasts,
The world’s a prison — no escape fast.
Red-faced mobs, obedient drones...
Are these humans, or just food on bones?
All "revolutions" lie and cheat,
Foam rising up from wombs deceit.
That shameful **** commands the froth —
Hidden deep, but leather croaks the sloth,
Peddling lies to slaughter’s gate.
Do slaves believe? Then that’s their fate!
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Producing Chaff
To write a “kind” and gentle rhyme —
Is not a task for fools with time.
Be courteous, precise, controlled —
But not a fierce verse to be told.
Consider all the aims and schemes,
Conditioned by deceitful streams.
Falsehood rules through every age,
No mind alive to turn the page.
They’ll chew the chaff of “goodness” fed,
And shove it straight into their head.
Add poison, but the fool won’t know —
That’s just the way the idiots grow.
They swallow lies spun neat and slick,
Dressed as “truth” in every trick.
Not fools, but crooks behind the scenes,
Cooking lies in ***** means.
Enough? Shall we then strike the flame
With furious verse to end this game?!!
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Cake of Filth
The more a banana republic rots,
The grander grows its symbol’s spots.
The duller crowds, the fouler breed—
The bigger grows the lies they feed.
This falsehood carries heavy weight,
Though threads of white still weave their fate.
A world of lies, a distant drama—
A glorious cake made out of karma.
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Steadfastness
Unyielding truth — unshakable stand,
Or else you’re just a twisted man,
In filth and stench where **** have found
Their “salvation” in the lies around.
Corruption thrives in vile deceit,
They turn the best to worthless meat.
Unyielding truth means to resist—
Let **** be shaken by the fist!
The world decays in madness deep,
But not the sane are far and few.
Steadfastness is the secret code:
“Friend or foe?” — it guides the road.
Though all may fall, don’t bow, don’t break—
Your soul alone you’ve got to save.
Listen to it, or you’ll be lost,
Drowned in the lies that count the cost.
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Psychiatry and Psychology: Adapting Small Madness to Grand Delirium
Adapting madness — small and blind —
To GRAND DELIRIUM defined.
Psychiatrists, dull and stark,
Escape the sting of biting sarcasm’s mark.
A tiny madman, just a *****
In a crazed machine askew,
If politics calls that “norm,”
No cause to question or reform.
Don’t believe their “treatment’s” success,
If money flows, no one’s left less.
All will march in ranks aligned
To futile toil and slaughter blind.
If the madman’s not unlucky,
That’s the “norm.” Just tip them—quickly!
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******* of Poems
Publisher to self,
Critic and fan as well —
That’s the modern way.
Only write this way.
If you spread the sweetened lies,
You betray, no compromise.
That must be purged, no doubt —
No falsehood left about.
Self-accuser, fierce exposer —
This today’s poetic poser.
If the world’s foul fascism’s here,
Smash the lies, or poems veer
Downward fast — no chance to rise.
Keep too quiet — madness flies.
Enduring evil breaks the roof —
A sharp, relentless crisis proof.
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The Foundation of Global Bedlam
The world outside is soaked in filth —
So boldly turn within, the wealth
Of answers lies inside your core,
While lies outside uphold the war.
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The Barrel and the Dot
Roll out the barrel’s final charge,
Light up the fuse — be bold, enlarge.
So mark your life with one last shot,
If resistance is your plot.
Gunpowder may be in words —
Explosive verses, fierce as swords.
But if fools read it as mere noise,
It’s nonsense then, not truth’s voice.
What you alone call powder’s fire,
Is only yours — no one’s desire.
If you spin tales that aren’t real,
Yourself alone will not forgive, feel.
Roll out the barrel’s final part,
Along the way, gather heart:
More powder in the night to burn —
A sudden clash will twist and turn.
Will dawn arrive? Who really cares?
You won’t await it, weighed by fears.
If you stayed sharp, unbought, and true,
***** the beasts — their reign’s on you.
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The Great Doubt
Dedicated to Tartang Tulku
Great Time, great Knowledge, vast expanse —
Tulku’s words described them well.
But worldwide **** decays to fascist dance,
A Tenth Wave of lies to sell.
It’s time to add a Great Doubt here,
To all these claims, long overdue.
The final debt to Reason clear:
Soon all will burn — cataclysm brews.
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Modern Villainy and Deception
Villainy? Oh, yes—
A liar’s game, no less!
Lie to the crazed,
No need to be phased.
Lies are total,
Toxic, fatal,
Worth a dime,
But with a blast—prime.
Flawed? You’re mad,
A fool, a cad—
It’s just pure
Nuclear lure:
Deception’s bite,
A deadly blight—
Simple truth:
A venomous youth.
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Old-School Vova and ChebuRashki
Uncle Vova’s flying in,
With his worn-out, rusty spin,
Shoving “Rusism” down our throats again.
This old tale’s not brand new—
Clumsy as it’s always been—
Only fascism here will reign.
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Not the End?
No "normal world" remains —
Just one that's flying straight to hell.
Enough of free cheese chains,
Enough of all — the end will fell!
Enough of selling out so cheap,
No soul to buy or sell — it’s dead!
Enough of traitors, cold and steep,
Who sell their souls to hell instead?
Enough? These words are just for grabs —
The human filth stays quiet still.
That filth from fools, the universe
Feels deep shame for, and always will.
There are exceptions — but so few.
So all is speeding toward the end.
Yet propaganda shouts anew:
“It’s not the end!” — they still pretend.
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The Zombie Box
I turn the zombie box and trust —
Its zombie mob commands my will.
I open doors to rashist dust,
Their “salvation” seeming still.
They'll save us all from CowID,
And lead us straight to war's grim pit...
The Kremlin slime speaks loud and free —
The fool absorbs the lying ****.
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Brainwashing
Brainwashing’s law —
For fools, their final cause.
The end’s always the same:
Down the toilet goes their name.
This path’s a highway paved
With stupid lies enslaved,
Dragging all to hellish plains —
Blood-soaked slaughterhouses’ chains.
They showed us CowID’s game
And war’s relentless flame.
When mind is dead and split,
You do with fools what’s fit...
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So-Called "The People"
Wake and repent?
But “the people” sleep —
A stupid mass, their intent,
Bound by fascist keep.
No consciousness, no crowd,
No spirit — just the rabble.
Few are sensitive, proud;
Without sense, you’re just a scrabble.
To feel the world’s deep damage,
Multiply by reason’s might —
To bear such evil’s carnage
Is simply not right.
But if they bow and trust those fiends,
They only earn their fate —
Fried in lies, their souls, it seems,
Devils feast on their hate.
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Sympathy for the Inhuman
Disposal of the fools —
Success is thin and slight,
Though fascist forces rule
With fake diseases, wars to fight.
The paradox is clear —
Fools should be crushed and reined,
But lost in blank despair,
They’re weak, confused, detained.
Tasks fail, all goes awry,
Stupidity derails the plan.
The inhuman writhes and tries
Amidst the wars and lies that span.
All that’s left — to pity them —
A task that’s simply bleak,
When heartless strikes the feeling stem,
And rotten fools are deemed unique.
A layer of the wise remains,
A factor hard to forecast —
In chaos’ storm, an attractor gains,
A stubborn block that kills at last.
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Ends and Messengers
The ends are breaking off —
Life’s no more, just one big trap.
Riders come? Or liars’ cough?
But Death’s the thought to map...
Death draws lines beneath us all —
Man, or just a lump of flesh?
Drive the ****, the vermin, crawl —
Cut the ends, ditch all the mesh.
Sharpen words with biting verse,
Or prose — it counts the same.
The madhouse round you, terse —
Is worthless, soon to flame.
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Are Our Tanks Really Fast?
Those “in tanks” at break of dawn
Built their armor just for show.
That armor’s fake, a flimsy con —
They plaster nonsense high and low.
Movement’s stalled, no way to fight,
Only spew their vile disgrace.
That giant lie won’t take much might
To bring crashing down from base.
Those “in tanks” bury their heads,
Like ostriches in the sand.
Those who broke free from their threads
Walk on light, they make a stand.
Few there are inside those tanks —
Most are caught within the cage.
Kursk’s curve? The clash that ranks —
All will lie in sand and rage.
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Mafioso’s No Real Threat
Mafioso’s like a thorn?
In post-Soviet days —
Mafioso’s just a morn’
Mimosa’s childish phase.
And is the traitor better?
I’ve seen the mob and hacks,
Politicians, all fetter —
But writers strike the facts.
Among them, just a few
Deserve that kind of praise.
The rest like bugs, they stew
In lies and sticky haze.
By custom, fools will stay
In dumb, wild crowds they bind,
Only adding chains each day —
Few leave the lickspittle grind.
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Global F#ckup
“A keen ear strains to catch a sound.”
But all in vain — just lies will rise.
While reason in deceit is drowned,
Worth nothing but a worthless prize.
And Nature shudders in her fear —
A monster sold to highest bid.
Soulless fools and mindless drear
Spew nonsense — babble, nothing hid.
Fascism’s filth is everywhere,
Genocide drags on for years.
For souls with spirit, shame and tears
Weigh heavy on their minds and fears.
Their ranks thin out — the beasts now swarm,
They fill the void, they rule the scene.
The end is near — the final storm —
This World’s ****** f#ckup, vile and mean.
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Blow the Horn, Then *******
Swords to plowshares turned to noise,
Metal scraps to iron pipes.
Blow the horn — no other choice,
We don’t care — all’s lost types.
If the horn should break and fall,
Then we’ll ******* through it all.
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Aladdin or the Djinn
Is Aladdin truly king,
Or the cunning Djinn who’s king?
No reason to trust fairy tales —
Darkness, lies, and endless wails.
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Creation
God is creativity,
To merge — the only way.
False knowledge, lies, deformity
Won’t help the truth convey.
Inside — the world is one:
Macro, micro intertwined.
But lose your course, you’ll come undone,
When falsehood grips your mind.
Cling tight to lies — a towering mount,
A Everest of deceit.
Wake up from fog, break from the rout,
Escape the common cheat.
The herd feeds on the purest trash,
While breakthroughs come from few.
Creation breaks the chains that clash —
The lies the masses brew.
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The Toilet
"The world has bent itself for you..."
— From some ancient TV pitch.
The world’s adjusted just for us,
But stinks and burns the nose.
The whole ****** world’s a cesspool now —
Where lies like poison flows.
And in our minds a total mess,
This falsehood drags us down.
No need for executioners —
The lies just multiply the drown.
They’ll march to slaughter, even sing,
Genocide’s their care.
The filthy CowID showed the way —
Deception everywhere.
The world’s adjusted just for us —
Dumb, cruel, and vile inside.
Our reason’s fading, crushed by lies —
By treacherous falsehood’s tide.
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False Foundations of Pseudo-Science
So much trash accepted blind,
As base for falsehood’s art —
Pseudo-science, fog designed
To fool the trusting heart.
Rotten grounds and cheap charades,
Liars vicious, cold as ice.
They can **** with twisted shades —
Their lies cut sharp as knives.
Take the filth we call a “plague,”
Brewing fast, a toxic brew.
Old fools’ "pioneers" will fade,
Killed off like a mere taboo.
Promises? Just empty bait,
What they bring is only ****.
Monsters killing reason’s state —
False science, frozen counterfeit.
If you want to join their game,
“Pioneer,” then learn the lies —
Drown yourself inside the shame,
Where truth and logic dies.
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Rot of Ideas
Rot of thoughts —
No tricks at all:
Devils’ madness calls —
Crush them all!
Plant the craze —
Lie even more:
Sheep, die slow
Under “Dawn”’s false roar!
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On Fellow Travelers
Idiot—hang him high—
The deadliest of foes.
Through their attacks of evil,
Your strength just slips and goes.
Here’s a trick: in mind, draw loops,
Then step away, be free.
From fools, death’s cold breath is blowing—
Walk alone, silently.
If no wise and honest souls
Cross paths along your way—
Loud fools swarm in countless hordes,
Not comrades, but decay...
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CowID’s Claymakers
An idiot’s a stick of TNT —
The fascist power’s crude device.
He killed the dark, made misery —
A model carved in sacrifice.
A reckless scumbag — mind destroyed,
The whole world reeks — disgrace and shame.
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CowID Filth
CowID filth —
A shame, a blight.
The world’s dumped down
A sewer’s night.
Mind and Spirit
Rot inside,
Lies cut deep —
Now multiply.
Another CowID —
“Found” and slain,
You’ll be crushed,
Abused, in pain.
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In Hell
No money left — just worthless notes,
No truth remains, lies choke the air.
Few humans here — just crawling motes;
If you believe the lies, beware.
Exceptions scarce, truth drowned in slime,
Generations dumbed and blind.
Downward spiral, fear and grime,
Darkness spreads inside the mind.
Degradation hits its peak —
No further fall, no depth to seek.
"Life" is empty, aimless, weak,
Monsters hold the power they seek.
The fiends must smoke away,
With slaves they bind and make their play.
Who wakes in this new hellish day?
Just few. That’s Hell — no other way.
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The Citizen
A beastly mind built up in layers,
Where only lies from news prevail.
A nauseous citizen — no prayers,
Don’t touch him — or your words will fail.
Any sane thought is his foe,
He’ll see you as a threat, no less.
The Spirit’s yearnings? Slime and woe —
His skin alone commands respect.
No more than skin — no man remains,
A wretched shell that drags along,
His pitiful life dull and drained,
A weary, endless, pointless song.
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Solar Apocalypse
The Sun’s bright flare, in just a span
Of two-thirds century, has grown—
It means swift death for mortal man,
A fate by fire, harshly shown.
The cause of heat is clear and one:
The Sun and Earth together burn
All spawn of evil, come undone,
Their shattered heads in fire churn.
But cows just ****, factories spew—
Yet fiends keep spouting lies and spin:
“The carbon trace!”—the tale they brew,
Blaming all for nature’s sin.
They’ll force herbivores to cease
Their natural gas release,
Claim to wipe the “footprint” clean—
But select few slip between.
Into underground domains,
With beasts enslaved, they’ll creep below.
This brazen nonsense feeds their gains,
Devouring truth in shadow’s glow.
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Law-Abiding Citizen
A cloudy fool —
Brain like jelly.
Fear beneath,
Nonsense out.
Feed him well —
He’s blissed out!
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Creative Race
A race? Thin ice —
Pain will tear.
If it’s sharp —
Salt in the tear.
The meaning’s core.
So race ahead!
If you chase the crap —
Then drown instead.
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The Craft of Verse
Trust in verse — the base,
The craft’s true core.
A fool can’t grasp —
He’s just a bore!
Don’t fear — the first line
Will come one day.
If you’re not dumb,
The rest will sway.
The race is rhythm and meaning,
Rhyme leads the way.
If stuck on a line —
It’s fine, don’t sway.
Keep moving forward —
Onward, always!
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So-called "Being"
To loosen skill —
Endure it like a gift.
But mind’s eclipse —
No lift, just drift.
What matters most —
To **** is trash.
"Earthly being" —
Souls’ decay and crash.
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No Luck...
Greed, dullness, shameless vice,
Cowardice, and ruthless spice.
*******, rowing for their gain,
Loving only self’s domain.
Here’s the sellout, idiot’s part,
Traitor, snitch with poisoned heart.
Almost all the rabble’s bred —
Now that rabble’s soon outdead.
Sun blazes stronger, higher—
Marking end of days most dire.
No more sobs or saving lies,
No more falsehoods in disguise.
Rank by rank, for all the wrong,
To the New Hell they belong.
What has luck but evil served?
Just a few—none well preserved.
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“Miracle”
A "miracle" will come — in frightful tales,
No story’s whole without such scales.
Clues lie scattered all around,
If deeper in the "woods" you’re bound.
Partisans grow thick and strong,
Old crones kinder all along.
More the toadstools will arise,
Water spirits bolder, wise.
This “miracle” will forge the beast,
The real badass, to say the least.
But traitor’s voice within the tale —
That badass means we’re doomed to fail.
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Almost a Fairy Tale
Old crones wait upon the path,
Leading to the darkest woods.
Hold on tight, endure the wrath —
The oven’s set, the demon broods.
Take some salt, be sly, compliant,
Serve the **** with wicked grin.
Made for joy—your sad defiant,
Feeding rot, the foulest sin.
You’re their meal, the dumb and low,
Serving those who breed the blight.
But the rot will face the glow—
Flash of Light will end their night.
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Freaks and Their Masters — The ****
**** can’t match the freaks who crawl
Into the filthy halls of power.
Those mad sellouts take it all —
They’ll be charged for every hour.
All accounts are subtraction —
What’s destroyed by wicked fiends?
Hell itself? The soul’s retraction?
Rot and ruin fill their scenes.
Into New Hell goes the ****,
But humans — their remains rise.
Humans are the ones who come
With clear minds and spirit’s prize.