Chem in Food, and Lies on Air
ChemTrust.
LieNews.
Just look around —
Obedient fools
Eat poisoned ground,
And cheer the rules.
A world so bleak,
Where madness reigns.
If thought’s not weak,
Then break the chains!
Withdraw within —
Your soul, your shrine.
Don’t bow to sin —
Let truth align.
The final storm
Will cleanse with flame.
Farewell, deformed
Fascistic game.
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Chasing the Carrot
In a world turned upside-down,
Fools keep marching round and round.
Burdened, dazed by life's "great mission" —
Endless loops of blind ambition.
"Seek your happiness!" they cry...
"Try again!" — the same old lie.
But repetition, said and done,
Is the sign the mind is gone.
Each new try, a fresh torment —
Nothing gained, just punishment.
Only fools believe the tale
That through pain, joy will prevail.
Like a donkey, chasing dreams,
Fed on lies and shallow schemes,
While the Goat, all sly and slick,
Leads it to the final trick —
To the slaughter, blind and still,
In this world where truth is ill.
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Fu-Kung-Fu
Your kung-fu? More like Fu!, my friend —
The stink is strong on every end.
The filth that rules from way up high
Makes all this madhouse multiply.
And down below? There’s sludge galore —
This world’s a mask, a shape-shifted sore.
Step wrong, and you’re knee-deep in slime
Unless you purge the rot in time.
That rot wears such a lovely face,
All dressed up in charm and grace.
But shame is gone — it's not the trend;
It rides its wave right to the end.
And that wave wants to swallow all
In oceans where the liars call.
To truly live and make it through —
Your shield must be Fu-Kung-Fu.
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A Song About “Happiness”
I’ll soon write a song —
Full of peace, full of light.
Where I rise from the wrong,
Cling to good, hold it tight.
But that song will be born
With a needle in hand,
In a ward — mind all torn —
In a world gulag-planned.
Genocide everywhere,
And it’s not even new.
Try to grasp joy — if you dare —
In a storm made of untrue.
All this “truth” is a lie,
All this pain — by design.
Monsters rule from on high —
And call madness “divine.”
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The Press
Life slows to a crawl,
Like a press that grinds —
Bleed, or feel no fall?
Bleed — and maybe find
Not death, but a spark,
While the bloodless fade —
Zombified and dark,
Flatlined and afraid.
Pressure’s rising still,
Till we’re dust and bone.
Not “a little chill” —
No. Just fear alone.
CowID gave a taste
Of what’s yet to come:
Fascism embraced —
And the press rolls on.
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So-called “Feedback”
“It reached the top!” — that worthless pest
Will “fix it all” at their behest.
Not fighting rot, not taking stand —
Just greasing slides to filth and sand.
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Voluntary Disposal
It’s not that painful, if you choose:
There’s war and junk to light the fuse.
Without the fools, Earth takes a breath —
Insanity just breeds more death.
They want us gone — it’s "for the best!"
The wicked lie, more well-dressed.
But now it’s not just lies — it’s slime,
Fed to fools in filth and grime.
The beasts grow bolder, day by day,
Their truth? Obey — or fade away.
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"Common Sense" Is Killing Us
"Common sense" is what we’re taught —
But with patterns, minds are caught.
Heart forgotten, lost its voice —
That shuts down the deeper choice.
What’s beyond is sealed away,
And without it, minds decay.
Heart grows weak, and so does soul —
Emptiness becomes the goal.
Feelings fade — replaced by schemes.
Fools push "logic" over dreams.
Blind and broken, they persuade —
And torture others in the trade.
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The Track of Destruction
A life of stripes, so dull, so gray,
Where black and white both have their say.
The price of motion, clear to see:
In shadows deep, you’re bound to be.
You fall into the darkest night,
And think that gray’s a hopeful light —
But in the gray you’ll disappear
If you don’t shout the word "No, here!"
To schemes of Hell, to motions planned,
Laid out in lines, throughout the land.
The final stop — "Decay’s design,"
Erasing fools through grand design.
Through madness, they have found their way,
As "CowID" marks the break of day.
The mind is crushed, the truth undone,
The track’s been set — the race is won.
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"The One" — A Hassle
The "one true love" is such a bore,
It's worn out in films, it’s all a chore.
Where are the fiends of wicked ways?
Where’s the thrill in their wild craze?
The ego of some foolish girls
Has grown so tiresome in this world,
That only Addams’ joy and cheer
Can pierce through all the whiny fear.
The rest is just a hormone rush,
A youthful thing — a fleeting crush.
The real intrigue’s in the low,
The ebb, not high, the way we go.
Breakdowns, tragedies, and snide —
In these, life’s meaning seems to hide.
Can’t even catch a single phrase
In "love will find us" endless maze.
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Thoughtlessness
Thinking’s hard, and thinking’s scary —
It shatters the image you’ve grown.
If you think too much, they’ll carry
The tale that your mind’s overthrown.
A world of thoughtlessness and decay,
Degradation’s now the law.
Surrounded by fools? Then away!
Run fast before they make you raw.
From all the ties and obligations,
Be touched by thought’s clear, shining light.
There are no “good” circumstances —
The world is doomed, it’s lost the fight.
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Religion
Born from fear, a shielded need,
A death for Reason, dreams that bleed.
An empty hope, a fleeting call,
For in its grasp, we lose it all.
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Idolatry
We bow, we kneel — it's all the same,
In ashrams and this world's cruel game.
Without idols, we are left to stray,
For fools are lost in empty sway.
A Führer twin with empty news,
The void has sunk to its lowest views.
There, we'll embrace the lies we find,
As idiots wade through filth and bind.
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Don't listen to the "voice of reason,"
If you're unsure, don't heed the season.
If by the virus of the mold,
Your mind's been caught and bought, it's sold.
Any effort's doomed to fail,
When a dull template leads the trail,
Wounding all the clever schemes,
Driving clarity from dreams.
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In Hell
Endeavors all are vain,
Clarity’s but murk and stain,
Each step a march toward death's embrace,
Your path from Dread to DREAD’s own place.
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A guessing game for clueless minds,
Tests at school — what’s left behind?
Endless toil, then pour a drink,
At nightfall, the world’s on the brink.
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Economic cattle
Money, money, money, money —
Savage, vile, a void inside:
If you’re lucky, it’s neurosis,
If not — you're just a lower guide.
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Independent thinking as opposed to borrowed knowledge
If you won’t think, just take the noise,
A flood of info, dull and cold,
Your spirit weakens, mind decoys,
And wisdom shrinks, its power sold.
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Political clowns and the so-called "army"
A general and a clown: the fight,
The clown’s the one who takes the lead.
The people fail to see the blight,
Of systems, herds, and all their greed.
They worship strength, though misguided,
Loving "business talk" so grand.
Through the ages, still divided,
Bringing ruin with each hand.
Clowns will inject their vile concoctions,
Stronger than the CowID tide.
A hundred Hiroshimas, in their actions,
When reason’s dead and truth’s denied.
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Negative selection
Separator of whipped cream,
Or in the sewage, dark and grim?
What remains when all is drained?
Perhaps life's meaning, unchained?
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Vanity of vanities
Vanity of vanities brings,
Nonsense to the mind it clings.
A mindless fool, corrupt through and through—
Run for cover, it's the thing to do.
Though the media will find your hole,
Fewer fools will lose control.
The fascist's creeping, vile and sly,
He'll flush us out—but not tonight.
Global fascism's drawing near,
"Vanity of vanities" disappears.
The world has turned to a madhouse place,
In lies, in fear, in crude disgrace.
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What will happen after CowID?
Doctor Mengele, idolized,
Will soon be praised if this survives.
What’s left of this world’s disguise?
In madness, chaos slowly dies.
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Queen of Queens
Queen of the Infernal Realms,
Total Lies sit on her throne.
The High Priest—Lucifer,
Mind and honor, both overthrown.
The Queen cannot be replaced,
She’s ruled since the world began.
Without deceit, no life to face,
Not even the fool or beggar man.
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No great honor it is, ‘midst the twisted and blind,
To be called a "thinker", "enlightened and clever".
If you’d rather let struggle and hardship refine
Your pure craft — then be sold-out and soulless? Never.
Push the mob to the back of your mind and be done;
It’s but fuel for satire and barbs that you’re hurling.
That parade of buffoons, that grotesque marathon —
Flee their praise — it’s as filthy as sewage swirling.
Their threshold of madness keeps rising each day
Like Bubka’s old records at peak elevation.
These are no longer people — just herds gone astray;
You’ll fulfill your true work only in isolation.
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Uniqueness, like a virtue's claim,
The Path will wipe mistakes away,
Where conscience fuels the burning flame,
Its goal: the fear, the world’s decay.
Few will leave this foolish place,
And even fewer, when you see,
Reach that point — they hold a trace
Of gods, in their divinity.
--- Total 25 poems. ---