Bill and Merry—love’s not here:
Just young blood, so bright, so clear,
It bubbles up and quickly steals,
Distracting mind, breaking wheels.

From the pressing question’s course:
How words, like curses, bring remorse,
And lead the crowd down into Night—
To serve the Darkness, hide from Light.

Through Love, the World is known to see—
A way to lift it from the spree
Of filth and fear, and bring it bright,
Destroying folly, bringing Light.

Folly and fear—programmed mind,
Not politicians, but the ones behind—
The lackeys of the Devil's plan,
Sons of a foolish, broken land.

They feed us lies, they feed us strife,
Destroying us, they end our life.
The world’s decay—its final bell.
Meet it clean, with Spirit well...


In Russian:

Маша, Паша — не любовь:
Просто молодая кровь
Забурлила и ПРИБИЛА,
Отвлекая разум, силы
От насущного вопроса:
Как словесные поносы
Завели всю чернь во Тьму —
В услужение Дерьму.
Чрез Любовь Познанье мира —
Найти способ из СОРТИРА
Вытащить его на Свет,
Уничтожив СТРАХ и БРЕД.
Бред и страх "ума" программа.
Программистами не хамы,
А лакеи Сатаны,
Глупой родины сыны
Лишь формально, а по сути
Половые Адской Мути.
Кормят мутью — этим губят.
Конец Света приголубит,
Разложенья коль предел.
Встреть его, чист Духом, смел...

A cat and mouse,
Peace in the house—
They’ve made amends!
No lies, no doubts?
Easier for them to play nice,
Than for folks in Darkness to unite,
To drive the devils to their Hell—
The human stench has cast its spell.
Their wits dulled, their strength undone—
A world of fools, where most are numb.


In Russian:

Не сплотиться...

Кот и мышь —
Гладь и тишь:
Подружились!
Не пиздишь?
Легче этим подружиться,
Чем людишкам в Тьме сплотиться
И погнать чертей в их Ад:
Одолел людишек СМРАД,
Оглупленье подкосило —
Большинство в мирке дебилы...

Stupidity cubed. Exponentially —
Baseness, lies, and lawless zeal.
Nonsense and fear grow incrementally,
To insignificance, we seal.

We'll obliterate ourselves with "progress"
In but a fleeting span of time:
It's like a press — relentless, thoughtless,
Draining lifeblood, drop by climb.

We'll extract the square root of existence,
And then repeat the process anew:
From nothingness to sheer persistence —
Were no one, and no one you'll eschew.


In Russian:

Дуб в куб, или Типа "прогресс" (математическая фантазия)

Тупость — в куб. По экспоненте
Подлость, ложь и беспредел.
Чушь и страх на инкременте.
По ничтожности — предел.

Изничтожимся "прогрессом"
Этим мы в короткий срок:
Наподобие он пресса —
Выжимает каждый сок.

Извлечём квадратный корень
Мы из жизни, а затем
Сей процесс не раз повт'орим:
Был никем — умрёшь никем.

Bread, deceit, and endless shows—
Despair is trapped where no way goes.
A dead-end cycle, dark and grim,
If you don't follow Evil’s whim.

Without Despair, there's savage scorn,
A madness preached and blindly sworn.
To such delusion, sheep will bow,
Their souls to falsehood's yoke endow.

Loneliness, Despair—Creator's plight,
A path where longing dreams of light.
Yet Light shall shatter the endless snare,
And leave no trace of the lingering despair.


In Russian:

Ода Отчаянью

Хлеба, зрелищ, лжи навалом —
И Отчаянье попало
В мёртвый цикл: исхода нету,
Коль не следуешь Зла БРЕДУ.

Если нет в тебе Отчаянья,
Неотступно одичанье:
Бред тогда тебе как манна,
Души сродные — БАРАНЫ.

Одиночество, Отчаянье —
Путь Творца, где Свет лишь чаянье.
Мёртвый цикл порвётся Светом —
И Тоска пройдёт без сл'еда.

The shirt now clings still tighter near,
As Evil spreads its reign of fear,
Sows strife and terror, bold and sly,
Crushing Truth and Freedom dry.

The mindless herd of “sick” obeys,
Their “sacred shot” now wins the race
Against pure strength and hardy will—
Yet sheep are never hard to ****.

A shame for Spirit, Mind, and Soul,
The torture deepens, takes its toll.
The lie persists, the herd’s in line—
Led to slaughter, one more time.

The Age of Filth, with iron fist,
Brings forth a fascist global twist.
The fools submit, they bend with ease—
The muzzle years have proved all these.


In Russian:

Своя рубашка ЕЩЁ ближе к телу

Рубашка стала ближе к телу.
В том преуспело Зло, умело
Раздоры, страхи насаждая,
Свободу, Правду добивая.

Тупое стадо лже-болезней
Боится: стал шмурдяк "полезней",
Чем физкультура и закалка.
А впрочем, бараньё не жалко —

Позор для Духа и Сознанья.
Тотальной ложью истязанье
Продолжится, и на закланье
Отправят тем стада. Век Срани

Фашисткой в мире наступает.
Тьма идиотов подчиняет —
То всем намордник показал
В говнида годы. Мир пропал...

On the Great Path I stride alone,
Losing all—it's the price to be shown.
Only then, through the cost and the pain,
Can you rise from the Depths once again.

Opinion on Decay

Generations:
Degradation;
Serving evil—
Desecration.

Yet they claim—
Just opinion.
Fail again—
No suspicion.

Doubt is rare, a fleeting vision—
Like a bird near its extinction.



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A shameful world, where freelance sites
Make workers pay to find their fights.
No chance to last—it's doomed to fall,
Drowned in chaos, lost to all.



---------------------



The Moronic OVERWHELMING Majority

A fool will scheme, a fool will cheat,
No surprise—it's their deceit.
But their soul, a twisted thread,
Turns to darkness, sinks in dread.

Spreading filth on all around,
Like a madman, lost, unsound.
They are legion—filth takes hold,
Drowning truth in lies they sold.



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At the Circus

Clowns in power, fools below—
A circus show, a drunken flow.
New Year's madness, spirits high,
Acrobats fall from the sky.

The clown’s red nose is bruised and blue,
The crowd’s too drunk to watch the view.
Tigers' cages—barely locked,
Now they're loose, their prey is clocked.

So don’t be rash, don’t end it yet—
Just wait a while… they’ll feast instead.



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The Law of Large Numbers, or The Global System of Surveillance and Deceit

The watchful system, cold and vast,
Tracks every fool—each step, each task.
But in this world, so dark, so grim,
The smart, the honest—don’t fit in.

The brainless fall for every trick,
Marked and logged, a numbered brick.
And with those numbers, none resist—
They feed the beast, it slits their wrists.

CowID and war have made it clear:
Erase your name, just disappear.
Leave this madhouse far behind,
Where chains are placed upon the mind.



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To Fight the Deformed

To battle the twisted,
You’ll clash with the dim—
For nonsense runs deep,
And fools drown within.

The ranks of the wicked
Have long been consumed—
What’s left are the crooked,
Obedient, doomed.



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Sinking, Silent
Drowning, groaning,
Yet no cries.
Choking, moaning—
Media lies.

Lost in smoke,
Our souls betrayed,
Bent to evil,
Truth decayed,
Meekly waiting
For false paradise…



--- Total 7 poems. ---

If you've trudged through life's cruel school,
Bowed to power, played the fool,
Scared and blind, in lies you wallow,
Trading soul for dreams so hollow.
Signed by beasts, your mind betrayed,
A witless pawn, no price too great.
For such "scholars," meek and broken,
Satan reigns—the god they've chosen.
Call him "Father," praise his glow,
Blindly cheering a false light's show.


In Russian:

Отче наш Рогатый

"Школу жизДни" коль прошёл,
Значит терпишь произвол,
Туп как пень, пуглив и веришь
Всем обманам — Душу херишь.
Аттестат подпишет тварь,
Добивая ум. Не жаль
"Школяров" таких убогих —
Сатана им вместо бога,
Называют пусть его
"Отче", веря в "света торжество"...

Harmonious strain? Forget it.
Evil rules this world, my friend.
Weakness, struggle—don’t regret it,
Both will cycle till the end.

Push too hard, and you’ll be shattered—
Breaking’s easier than it seems.
Cross the line, but know what matters:
Balance keeps alive your dreams.

Stay aware—exhaustion's lurking,
Overstrain can drag you down.
Let decay consume the working—
Over-force will take the crown!

Paddocks of Pseudo-Сountries

The stomach will digest the nails,
And “mind” will bend to evil’s call.
The end result: all clevers pale
Where goats standing "proud and tall".



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Caution

Step by step, so slow, so steady...
Till you're nothing—weak and petty.
Rotting while you claim you're growing,
"Self-expression" ever slowing.

Break the chains—no hesitations!
Only bold avoid stagnation.
Peaks are theirs—so take the leap!
That’s no madness—that’s the feat!



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Chatter of "Freedom" in Total Enslavement

"The deepest conflicts between people arise from their understanding of freedom."
— Karl Jaspers


Freedom? What a foolish notion!
Just more lies and more devotion
To the chains they keep us wearing,
Dressed in jokes and false declaring,
Poisoned words and twisted meaning.
Is it freedom? Or deceiving?
Work for shelter, toil for dinner?
Fools on fools—no end, no winner!
That's the pyramid they're building,
At the top—a fiend, unyielding.
Hid from sight, it plays its story:
Making slaves fight slaves for glory,
Locking chains still tighter, stronger,
Feeding Lies and Rule yet longer.
Such the fate of fools—demeaning,
Crushed beneath mad kings' dominion.



---------------------



"Unity"

A tilted mind finds one alike—
No lone fool, the cracks align.
Madness groans and holds the spike—
Stay alone? Then you're not fine...



---------------------



Chebureks for Tea

What to stick to life? What’s brewing
In the Dark? A hollow game…
Slowly sour, fear consuming,
Summing up your lies in shame…



---------------------



Dulling Slavery

Straps are tightened—
Mind is lightened.
Off to labor—
Dumb, but later.
Not at once—fewer orders,
Then they grind you past the borders.
School’s the base of this foundation,
Dulling minds—its occupation.
Like a sawmill shreds the pine,
Brains are wasted—fools align.



--- Total 6 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. ---

Pickled cucumber in brine,
*****-drinking mastermind—
Yet the picture’s far from bright,
How are fools still in sight?


In Russian:

Картина маслом, подсолнечным

Малосольный огурец,
Потребленья водки спец —
Невесёлая картина.
Сколько же таких кретинов?..

The parasite deems, "What a life!"
Feasting on its prey with zest.
Yet, in turn, it meets a strife—
Another's jaws, a cruel jest!

Presidents and bureaucrats,
Aren't atop the feeding chain.
Merely seizing moments that
Bring the creatures fleeting gain.

Heads infected by a blight—
Satanism, vast, malign.
Parasites will face their plight,
All consumed by Doom's design.



In Russian:

Паразиты паразитов

Паразит "вот жизнь!" считает,
Пожирая жертву всласть.
Между делом попадает
В пасть чужую — вот напасть!

Все чинуши, п-резиденты
Не верхушка пищевой
Цепи — ловят лишь моменты
"Счастья" тварей с головой

Поражённой паразитом —
То всемирный сатанизм.
Паразитов карта бита —
Всех пожрёт злой Катаклизм.

Farewell, unwashed Russia, I depart,
Not long in Hell I played my part.
The uniforms once blue, now dark,
"The people" come, and leave their mark:

Rashism, a parody of ******’s play,
Their feeble efforts lead the world astray.
A twisted double in "Putler’s" guise,
A fool’s idol for today's blind eyes.

The fools of old, the Soviets' time,
Now pale in comparison, a joke, a crime.
For now, the masses, heartless and cold,
Are fit for war, their hearts bought and sold.

I’ll hide behind the Wall of Death,
And march through Hell with every breath.
Do we live on Earth? Don’t be deceived,
In Hell we rot—Lies and Evil, we grieve.


In Russian:

Прощание в духе Лермонтова

"Прощай, немытая Россия,
Страна рабов, страна господ,
И вы, мундиры голубые,
И ты, им преданный народ.
Быть может, за стеной Кавказа
Сокроюсь от твоих пашей,
От их всевидящего глаза,
От их всеслышащих ушей.
Михаил Лермонтов, 1841 г.


Прощай, немытая Россия, —
Недолго я в Аду пробыл.
Мундиры были голубые —
Днесь чернота. "Народ" приплыл:

Рашизм пародией на Гитлера
Потуги стал — смешит весь мир.
Двойник убогий в роли Путлера
Дебилам нынешним кумир.

Дебилы прошлые, советские,
Не ровня этим — лишь смешны,
Ведь большинством сейчас бездушные —
Лишь эти г'одны для войны.

Сокроюсь за стеною Смерти —
И в Новый Ад продолжу путь.
Мы на Земле живём? — не верьте:
В Аду гниём — Ложь, Зло и Жуть.

"I call free the one who hopes for nothing and fears nothing."
— Democritus

Forget your hopes, cast fear aside,
Descend where rotting flames abide.
Break all that binds—no cause to kneel,
Or else you’re mad, a worm of steel.

True freedom’s goal may stay unclaimed,
Yet in the fight, your soul remains.
Submit, and you’ll be lost again—
This hell still thirsts for shackled men.

But storms will tear this world apart,
Its madness pushed beyond the mark.
A foolish realm in chains still proud,
While tyranny proclaims it loud.

The warranty's expired, the label's torn,
A fact so grim, it leaves the soul forlorn.
Our small world drifts toward Fascism’s cruel embrace,
On the brink of collapse, it finds its place.

Repairing mass production bears too high a cost—
Communism tried, but its gamble was lost.
Now a new bio-robot will take up the scene,
Such are the changes in this Hellish machine.

We are bio-robots, exceptions so few,
Lost in the darkness where ignorance grew.
No Master returns to restore and redeem,
For Satan presides where fools chase a dream.

A deceitful dream—its name is Degradation,
While the Earth, long oppressed, endures occupation.
Yet hope still flickers: a Cataclysm looms,
To purge the satanic lies that consume.


In Russian:

Люди как товар

Гарантийный талон на товаре просрочен —
Удручающий факт признавать нету мочи:
В Мастерскую Фашизма мирок устремился,
И в преддверии слома он вдруг очутился,

Ведь затраты большие в ремонте ШТАМПОВКИ —
Показал коммунизм со своей "перековкой".
БИОРОБОТ ДРУГОЙ к нам приходит на смену —
Вот такие грядут в сём Аду перемены.

Биороботы мы. Единиц исключений
Недостаточно в мраке тупых поколений,
Чтобы Мастер вернулся и всё починил.
Сатана в мастерской, в сказку верит дебил.

Сказка лживая, имя её Деградация.
А Земля, и давно, под ТВАРЬЁМ — в оккупации.
Правда, есть и надежда: грядёт Катаклизм —
Уничтожит подмявший Дурьё сатанизм.

"Yes requires repetition."
Jacques Derrida

This nagging world instills anew
The urge to bow before its lies.
It echoes loudly: "Join the queue!"
And when you say "No," it denies,

Repeats again, with shifts in tone,
Its goal: to rot your mind and soul,
To keep you chained, to keep you prone—
Obedience, the only role.

For "Yes" is servitude’s first breath.
So sharpen doubt, let it refine,
Resist decay, that creeping death,
And master it within your mind.

Let intuition light the way
And teach you oft to answer "No."
Without it, madness gains its sway,
And nonsense in your heart will grow.

A madhouse world, a rotting pit,
Infernal forces take command;
They drive the broken, crazed, unfit,
And make them cattle, meek and bland.

Behold the farce of hollow states,
Exposed through CowID’s disguise.
The sheep submit to their cruel fates,
While others fade in shame and lies.


In Russian:

Приставучая нудятина

"Да" нуждается в повторении".
Жак Деррида.


Приставучий мир внушает
Зла приятие. Опять
Это всюду повторяет.
"Нет" коль станешь отвечать,

Повторит опять, меняя
Чуть акценты, потому
Постоянно разлагает
Ум служением Дерьму,

"Да" ведь первый шаг к служенью.
Что ж, критичность умножай —
Хоть в себе так разложенье
Постепенно приструняй.

Интуиция поможет
Чаще отвечать Злу "нет!".
А иначе приумножит
Мир в тебе голимый бред.

Сумасшествие повально —
Мировой Гнилой Дурдом:
Управляет инфернальность,
Психов делая скотом,

Всюду — это псевдо-страны
Показали чрез говнид.
Подчинились все бараны;
Прочих мало — Мрак и Стыд.

"Victory over oneself is the crown of philosophy."
— Diogenes of Sinope, 3rd century BCE

Petty fears, submission,
Nonsense clouds the mind.
Break through false cognition—
Truth is redefined.

Thoughts dissolve and scatter,
Reason clears the way.
Fools mistake for chatter
Night that blinds the day.

Yet philosophy alone
Fails to set us free.
Sense and introspection—
That’s the golden key.

Slaves must heal through feeling,
Raise the soul above.
World’s decay revealing
Fascist waves thereof.

Mind, when led by spirit,
Sees the hidden rift.
Sense will help us clear it,
Crushing evil swift.

Grotesque "pithecatropes" arise,
A plague beneath the darkened skies.
Brutes in power, fools obey—
To toil and war, they're led astray.


In Russian:

"Питекатропы"-уроды —
Перманентные невзгоды:
Правит НЕЛЮДЬ, идиоты —
На войну и на работЫ.

A mundane sketch, a daily grind—
The breaking point is not behind.
It looms so close, so take a break,
Let heart and mind some rest partake.

Yet life’s routine is grim, severe,
A fate more cruel than storms or fear.
And in a time of hate’s cruel reign,
To sing of chores? A worse disdain.

Life’s routine—two sides the same:
A hollow grind, a crime, a shame.
Which one’s darker, who can tell?
Both reek of hopelessness and hell.

But once you rest, your soul unchained,
No peace within will be regained.
For if you’re truly one who writes,
You won’t endure the world’s mad blight.

No need to scream—your rage is moot,
The world is sick, its mind uproot.
It seeks in darkness some relief,
Yet finds no cure for its belief.


In Russian:

Поэт на краю пропасти

Зарисовка бытовая —
Значит достиженье края
Очень близко, потому
Отдых дай душе, уму.

Быт страшнее катаклизма.
А когда в года фашизма
Ты трындишь о бытовухе,
Это хуже групповухи.

Бытовуха — два значенья:
Прозябанье, преступленье.
Непонятно что страшнее,
Безнадёжней и глупее.

Отдохнув, душе дай волю —
Не видать тебе покою:
Настоящий коль поэт,
То терпеть всеобщий бред

Ты не станешь, хоть не нужен
Ярый выплеск — мир недужен
Очень сильно головою:
Ищет он во Тьме покоя.

For the "bard," a fool at best,
Any theme is not a test.
Love and nature—same old song,
Simpleminded, dull, and wrong.

Depth of thought? A twisted mind?
That’s beyond his feeble kind.
Like a finch, so light and airy,
Singing pop-tune cover parodies.

Cutesy rhymes? They call it art!
Flooded shelves—lowbrow and ****.
All alike, without a soul,
Mindless drivel, bleak and dull.

World’s collapsing—on the brink,
Fascist filth, decay, and stink.
Yet the "bard" just hums along,
Like a madman lost in song.

Axes swing—the forest dies,
While the fool still warbles lies.
Newborn weeds of madness grow,
Chains of fear, deceit, and woe.

Drowned beneath a massive horde,
Soulless, vacant, dumb, and bored.
Yet the bard will paint it bright,
Shaking for his worthless hide.

No way forward—none at all.
Fools and fiends still run the ball,
Spreading ignorance like rot,
While the idiots eat it up.

Three in four—or maybe more—
Dumb as dirt, yet full of lore.
All this filth they try to veil—
Sing, you jester, for the frail!


In Russian:

Поэты, барды и прочая сволочь

Сложной темы для стиха
Нет у "барда"-дурака.
Про природу и любовь
Недоумок пишет вновь.

Духа сложные вопросы
И в сознаньи перекосы —
Это словно канарейке
Предложи попсы ремейки.

С'юси-м'уси посчитали
Здесь поэзией. Насрали
Тех твАрений очень много —
Однотипно и убого.

Мир на грани иль за гранью,
Посреди фашисткой срани,
Разложения, но "певчий"
Как среди порубки леший.

Леший — пеший. Механизмы
Рубят лес. Идиотизмы
Порослью взрастают новой.
Ложь и страх, маразм — оковы:

Одолеют серой массой
ОГРОМАДНОЙ. Но прикрасы
Певчий-леший всем впендюрит,
Как и все, трясясь о шкуре.

Перспективы НИКАКИЕ —
Дурней много, ТВАРИ злые
Делают свою работу
Оглупленья. Идиоты

Три четвёртых, даже больше.
Прикрывает много фальши
Разложения картину —
Пой, уродец, для кретинов!..

Pesticides and toxic sprays,
Fake diseases take the stage.
Cures are poison, deaths are sold—
Cowards watch, their silence cold.

A spiteful clown stands to the right,
A super-villain’s on the left.
"Just scoundrels!" someone shouts outright,
But scoundrels, too, are job-bereft.

The stagehand brings a script anew,
To hand it out for all to read.
The wretches spout absurd untrue,
And crush the "people" with their creed.

If war’s the act, the stage’s aflame,
They'll spark it fast—it’s all the rage.
And "Global Madhouse" earns its name,
As neighbors clash in savage rage.

The flames will cool. Another clown,
Approved by Evil, takes his place.
Once more, the crowd is tranced, spellbound,
By lies they wear as truth’s embrace.


In Russian:

Политики

Клоун злой с одной сторонки.
Супер-злой — другой предел.
Кто-то крикнет: "То подонки!"
Но такие не у дел.

Потому пом-режиссёра
Принесёт СЦЕНАРИЙ им.
И нагонят твари ВЗДОРА!
Вздором тем "народ" гнобим.

Коль с сценарии войнушка,
Разожгут её, пить дать, —
И Всемирная Психушка
Будет ближних убивать.

Поостынут. Новый клоун
С одобренья Зла придёт.
Снова будет околдован
Ложью весь убогий сброд.

Pol *** waits no more—
There’s work to be done.
The people are poured
For a god to be won.
The idol of communism feasts and consumes,
Leaving nothing but shadows and doom.


In Russian:

Пол Пот не ждёт —
Дел очень много:
Народ в расход
Во имя "бога",
Ведь идол коммунизма пожирает очень много.

Lady Gaga, Mad Madonna—
****** tunes and noise, a ton of.
Shrill and lifeless, same old story,
“Satan’s trend” is topping glory...

Grains of lie tossed in ***.
Boil them. The mess is hot.
That’s not all—we’ll fry it too.
Brains had formed — thoughts is few.


In Russian:

Каша в голове, или Воспитание и пропаганда

Ложим ложь мы в котелок.
Варим. Каша будет в срок.
Мало этого — поджарим.
Ум получим — глупой твари.

Presumed as guilty—such are we,
The spawn of Satan's legacy.
While only few hold God inside,
They face the law, no place to hide...

The Cat and Rabble. Whom to choose?
With the rabble? I refuse!
Better feed the cat instead—
He's got more inside his head.

Three of four just play pretend,
Human only in the end.
Weigh them up—their worth is naught,
Only gloom is what you’ve got.


In Russian:

Кот и сброд. К кому пойти?
С сбродом мне не по пути —
Покормить пойду кота:
Поумнее он скота —

Притворяются людьми,
Три четвёртых их возьми,
И сравни с котом, получишь
Лишь уныния ты тучу.

As a child, I ate but little,
Found the time for thoughts to whittle.
But for many, food’s ascent
Comes just after lust is spent.


In Russian:

Приоритеты

В детстве мало каши ел
И задуматься успел.
А у многих стал желудок
Главным пунктом после блуда.

Filth instead of honor,
False instead of truth.
The creatures bring a horror —
Eat their gruel uncouth!


In Russian:

Узники Зла и их баланда из подмен

Жесть — за честь;
Ложь — за правду:
ТВАРЕЙ месть —
Жри баланду!

Reason –
prison:
bound wi'thin,
every man – phantom's kin.


In Russian:

Англо-русская солянка

Reason - prison:
Prisoner
Каждый в мире средь Химер.

Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Mechanism


I. Problem — Reaction — Solution

You gotta craft the problem yourself,
To scare the gullible fools outright.
Then shove fake “solutions” on the shelf,
And stomachs vote to make it right.

That’s how the world’s control unfolds,
Where genocide’s a favored art.
This world’s a cesspit, grim and cold,
Where fools keep breeding fools to part.

The problems stitched with white-hot thread,
Convince only the dumbest of men.
The wretched “solutions” filled with dread —
Human ****’s vile, sickening den.

The gist of all those fake dilemmas
Is crushing freedom, no escape,
The only way to fix the schemas —
Is choking minds with no debate.

You’ll find the proof; I won’t exhaust
This curse with verses, foul and crude.
For style harsh — no blame, no cost —
Roses and tears won’t fix this feud.


II. Crushing Machine of Lies

Here presses grind all into dust,
“Education” kills the mind.
Poisoned souls turn into rust —
In lies and chains confined.

Mute and blind, obey the dark,
The world’s a plague, a rotten sore.
This blight’s the hammer, cold and stark,
That kills all hope at core.

Lie first, then scare the weak to death,
Make slaves beg to be chained.
This method’s old — its cruel breath
Has long been known, well-stained.

First create a problem, then await
The fearful crowds’ response.
Offer a “choice” — enslave their fate —
Freedom’s price: compliance once.

This madness rules the mass’s mind,
A beast that feeds on weak and blind.
How live among these blind, confined?
Cry, scream — no peace you’ll find.

Reject the lies, seek spirits true,
Build worlds beyond the dark taboo,
Or perish lost, devoured by crew
Of war and lies anew.


III. Chain Reaction of Stupidity

A chain reaction dumb and blind
Sweeps all reason down the drain.
It starts as education’s grind —
A sewage flood of lies and pain.

A torrent of vile ideologies,
Designed to keep the dark alive.
They scar the soul and breed fallacies —
Make truth and reason take a dive.

Propaganda grabs the torch,
Howling fear to paralyze.
“Odd ones” mocked — a coded scorch,
To trap the brave and wise.

Endless memes and patterns sold —
Rot immortal, foul and cold.
They push the herd to mindless fold,
Feeding on the weak and old.

Only crap is spread around,
Repeating lies to dumb the crowd.
The goal: the harvest, poison-bound —
False paradise, fake and loud.

The “paradise” of fascists’ grip,
A global camp of cruel decay.
Its flag’s a cross of capitulation —
The doom of all who lose their way.


IV. Bread, Spectacles, and Spells

Here rule the spells, incantations,
The trigger for dog-like brays.
“Attention!” calls the mass — all stations,
Follow lines in zombie ways.

Personal experience will show —
You’re trapped inside a hellish play.
Like lab rabbits, fate’s cruel blow,
Yet rabbits at least aren’t mad all day.

The madness vast, if summed in one,
“Consciousness” — beastly, dull, and weak.
Don’t listen, don’t react — you’re done
If caught in traps that devils seek.

Record it all inside your head,
But never twitch, don’t take the bait!
The spirit’s tormented, filled with dread,
Escape light or face your fate.

Clear your mind of poisoned trash,
Mountains built of vile deceit.
Few minds intact — the schools just crash
The spark of thought beneath their feet.

They aim to dull the common brain,
To turn the soul to darkest mud.
But “evil” called by other names,
Disguised in terms that drip with blood.

Civilization’s howl: beware!
Their lies infect the highest air.
Behind their masks lurks foul despair —
Truth dies while fools sit unaware.

Exercises in fake “wise men” —
Where **** present as sage again.
That’s the world of “rational” men,
Where rotten lies breed bitter pain.

Thus all “revolutions” and “reforms”
Lead straight to *******, no reforms.
“Constitutions” — hollow forms —
Mind’s entertainment, brainstorms.

Bread is poisoned, spectacles dull,
Fit only for the stupid fool.
But fools devour it like a rule,
Their minds reduced to empty pools.

And all begins with spells — the dark
The core of Morok’s deadly mark.
Minimal awareness — stark —
That’s how the liars claim their park.

Expand your mind and spirit’s flight,
Or become a sheep doomed to the knife.
An empty husk, a vegetable blight,
Their harvest doomed to lose all life.

No show for you, no stage, no praise —
Burned, crushed, devoured in their maze.
Though all that’s grown is full of haze,
Falsehoods drown in toxic waves.

V. Politics — A Game for Fools
Mad reactions run amok,
By “factions” paid to fool the flock.
A game of false opposition —
Where every “side” is just submission.

“Enemies” conjured up on whim,
Threats fabricated, schemes so grim.
Pawns shuffled, ***** money’s trim,
Fools dance to lies — the lights go dim.

Clowns are but the puppet’s mask,
The master’s hand beyond the task.
Fools are shackled deep in lies —
Truth buried beneath their cries.

Lies implanted from their birth,
Politics the show of dearth.
No better tool to crush the Earth —
Falsehood’s gate to false rebirth.

Dig deep the dirt, reveal the lies,
Look past the smokescreens, dark disguise.
Closer to freedom’s distant skies,
Truth waits beyond the tyrants’ cries.

VI. Overloaded...
Reactions flooded, minds destroyed,
By lies and fear, the crowds deployed.
Scared fools trust the staged charade,
Invited death with blind parade.

“Disease” conjured from the screen,
Emotions snared by cruel machine.
No reason left, just greed and spite,
The fools march blindly into night.

Puppets dance, their strings are pulled,
By green bills in shadows mulled.
The slaughterhouse disguised by faith,
The fools believe the greatest wraith.

They say it’s God’s own sacred plan —
And bow their heads to that cruel man.
They pray while mocked, the fools, the ******,
A pitiful, obedient band.


---


Problem — Reaction — Solution: The Control Game

You craft the problem, scare the crowd,
Then sell the fix with lies so loud.
Education’s poison, minds confined,
In chains of fear, the fools aligned.

Lie first, then scare to make them kneel,
Offer "choices" — fake as steel.
Masses drown in dumb despair,
Trapped in cages built of air.

Propaganda’s endless flood,
Turns bright minds to twisted mud.
Memes and fear the herd control,
Crushing sparks that touch the soul.

Politics — a puppet show,
Fools dance, but who pulls strings? They don’t know.
Enemies made, then swapped in play,
Freedom’s corpse rots day by day.

Bread and spectacles, spells cast wide,
To dull the herd, to **** the pride.
A sea of sheep with vacant eyes,
Blindly marching to their demise.

Overloaded, scared, destroyed,
The crowd’s faith in lies employed.
Puppets bowed to false command,
Slaves to greed’s cold, brutal hand.

Wake up, resist, and break the chain,
Or drown forever in their game.
Freedom’s flame still fights the dark—
Light it up, ignite the spark!

A nasal drone of endless lies
Pours into slaves’ distracted ears.
While watchful cops, with eager eyes,
Defend the chains and stoke the fears.


In Russian:

Пропагандоны и полицаи

Гундос понос словесный валит
На уши суетных рабов.
А полицай всех прытких жалит
В защите всех "святых" оков.

Boldly we will spread deception,
Sold our souls at youth’s inception.
Those with honor never dare
Turn the crowd to fools... or snare?


In Russian:

Пропагандоны и недонарод

Ложь впендюрим мы отважно,
Так как с юности продажны.
А нормальный не пойдёт
Оглуплять народ... Иль сброд?..

Proportions and Final Sums

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

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

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

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



---------------------



The Path of Doubt

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

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

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



---------------------



About Predators

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



---------------------



Subspecies

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

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

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



---------------------



The Path to the Pen

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

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

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



---------------------



Opinions

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



---------------------



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



---------------------



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



---------------------



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

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



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Prosecutors: A Common Path to Politics

Prosecutors, march to power!
Know the game and rule it tight.
No more whiners—times are sour,
Stand for FASCISM, stand and fight!



---------------------



Herbicides for Fast Food

Poisoned fields—don’t mind the sorrow,
Praise the Pest that spoils tomorrow.
Toxins spread, disease is growing,
Yet the profits keep on flowing.

Brains eroding—clear, alarming.
DDT made schools more charming:
Duller minds in dumber nations,
Left as ruins, lost foundations.

Chemical war is now expanding,
Few stay sane—yet none commanding.
Scattered souls can’t fight together,
Doom is set—it’s now or never.

Thus, the future’s dark, infernal,
World consumed in flames eternal.
Lies and poison, fear—destruction,
Choked in madness—lost to function.



---------------------



Distortions Cut Like Blades

Twisted minds like scythes are slashing
Sense and Spirit, Truth and Light.
Cursed Questions, ever gnashing,
Linger silent—yet in sight.

Loudly praised—wars’ beasts and tyrants,
Odes to brutes are sanctioned still.
"Education" breeds the mindless,
Like a haze, the land lies ill.



---------------------



Endless Dullness, Nothing Higher

Dullness reigns—the world is hollow.
Spare me tales of light ahead.
Even thousands, sane, won’t follow—
Fascist rule won’t break or shed.

Fools unite, their ranks unshaken,
Stronger than the rebel few.
Now betrayal’s job is taken,
While the Honest starve and rue.



--- Total 4 poems. ---

"We've divided life from death and filled the gap between them with fear. Yet life without death does not exist."
Jiddu Krishnamurti


There is no life, nor death, just fear—
A shadow stretching far and near.
Believe the soul that mourns in plight:
This world is dust, bereft of light.

From dust to dust, all dreams confined,
A pseudo-life for humankind.
But soon the Sun will pierce the shade—
To free the souls in darkness swayed.


In Russian:

Псевдожизнь

"Мы отделили жизнь от смерти и заполнили промежуток между ними страхом. Однако жизни без смерти не существует".
Джидду Кришнамурти.


Нету жизни, даже смерти,
Если всё заполнил страх.
Лишь душе несчастной верьте:
Мир безумен — это прах.

В нём прах к праху. Псевдожизнью
Можно это всё назвать.
Скоро Солнце ярче брызнет —
Души, что во Тьме, спасать...

"People imagine they’re in society when they gather in cities or other enclosed spaces. As if crowding together, huddling like sheep in a pen, could mean living in society."
— Pyotr Chaadayev


Are you in society, or just in a pen?
A question that haunts the hearts of men.
To rot in the stall, as we often do,
When words mean nothing, yet still seem true.

We cherish the babble, dismiss the calm,
Forgetting the soul finds peace in its psalm.
To live in silence, with courage rare,
Is a path for the few who dare not despair.

To shun the madness of aimless crowds,
To stand unbowed when darkness shrouds—
Retreat within, if you cannot flee,
For cities breed lies and debauchery.

Find solace in creation, your sacred light,
Write poems, or shape new worlds in flight.
Say "no" to the falsehoods this life conceals,
And brand its pretense with truth that heals.



In Russian:

Псевдожизнь в Стойле

"Люди воображают, что находятся в обществе, когда сходятся в городах или в других огороженных местах. Как будто тесниться один к другому, сбиваться в кучу, держаться стадом, как бараны, – означает жить в обществе".
Пётр Чаадаев.


Ты в обществе иль в стойле?
Всегда больной вопрос.
Гнить в стойле мы достойны,
Когда из слов понос

Считаем чем-то важным.
Иначе жить в тиши,
В забвении, отважно,
С отрадой для Души,

Все стали бы. Но это
Удел для единиц,
Что чужды скопищ БРЕДА,
Пред Злом не пали ниц.

Уйди в себя, коль город
Покинуть нету сил.
Как нарик он упорот
Обманами, дебил

В нём большинством. В Твореньи
Найди заветный Свет:
Хотя б стихотворенья
Сказавши миру "нет!",

Пиши, иль что иное
Придумай: не боись
Убожество земное
Клеймить — всю псевдо-жисТь...

The "great scholar" plays the game,
Knowing theories are to blame,
Yet he serves the highest bid—
Same old story, nothing's hid.

Like a priest, the "scientist" now,
Spins the strike—don’t ask him how—
Hits the mind but kills the Soul,
Guided by Hell’s dark control.

Satan funds the grand deception,
Nothing new—just changed direction:
Priests are ruined, so instead,
Fools now chase new tales misread.

Mindless sheep obey with glee,
Doomed by blind credulity.
Weak submission, hollow hearts—
That's where all corruption starts.

Spirit fuels all life’s progression,
Even slime shows some expression.
Worse than slugs are soulless masses—
Hell spews forth its sickest gases.

CowID proved the truth is grim—
Void of Soul, the herd is dim.
Shame’s the force that keeps them going,
Lies and fear—unceasing flowing.

Salt of falsehood spreads around,
Truth is banished, pushed aground.
Honest voices drown in madness,
Fools protect their nests with gladness.

Selfish greed is all they chase.
So they fall—no need to brace.
Once again deceived en masse,
Fake diseases—poisoned gas.

Wars ignite with ease anew,
Idiots fall for twisted views,
Eating lies, corrupt and vile,
Sinking deeper all the while.

Earth's become a Hall of Shame,
Ruled by those who play the game.
Fraudster-science, trained to lie,
Forges "proof"—don’t ask them why.

Or no "proof"—just claims alone,
Now it costs too much to hone
Any facts, when fools embrace
Rotten lies without a trace.


In Russian:

Лженаука

Корифей "науки" знает,
Что теории лажают,
Но продажна эта тварь.
Впрочем, было так и встарь.

Стал как поп теперь "учёный".
Подаёт удар кручёный
Прямо в ум, похерив Дух
По указке Ада слуг,

Сатанизм ведь главный спонсор
Лженауки — всё так просто:
Обосрался клир — иные
Сказки гонят, а тупые

Верят им, и без сомнений.
Рок убогих поколений —
Легковерность, подчиненье:
Следом Духа разложенье.

Дух основа всякой жизни —
Наблюдается и в слизне.
Хуже слизней идиоты,
Коль бездушны, — Зла блевоты.

Показал тупой говнид,
Что бездушных тьмище, — Стыд
Главный фактор псевдожизни.
Солью лжи послушных "слизней"

Посыпают повсеместно.
Мало места в мире честным —
Их не слушают придурки,
Охраняя норки, шкурки.  

Главным шкурный интерес.
Если так, тогда под пресс,
Обманув в который раз, —
Лже-болезни словно газ,

Войны просто запускают:
Идиоты вновь лажают,
Ложь тлетворную сожрав
И всё ниже в Аде пав.

Вся Земля — Позорный Ад.
Правит с закулисья Гад.
Лжеучёный холуйок
"Доказуху" гонит в срок.

Впрочем, больше "утверждалку",
Тратить деньги стало жалко
На излишние движенья:
Всё сожрут — верх разложенья.

The Total Classifier of Delusional Reality


A monstrous fraud-classifier
Has crept through every crack—
This world, like torn-out wiring,
Is shredded, shelf by rack.

The whole complex existence
Now sorted, filed, and tagged.
And thought—stripped of resistance—
Lies broken, bound, and gagged.

For all is One, eternal,
Yet man, from age to age,
With pseudo-science infernal
Divides the sacred page.

What’s whole gets split and scattered
By minds that crave control—
And caught in nets long tattered
Is his own fractured soul.

These nets are hell’s invention,
To sever and enslave—
What once was Love’s dimension
Becomes a devil’s grave.

A garden, undivided—
Its trees, its grass, its flowers—
Was never meant to be chided
By minds drunk on dark powers.

The world is whole, unbroken
When thought is pure and free.
You're more than flesh—you're spoken
From soul’s infinity.

And thought is not the master—
The brain just plays its role.
So dare to ask, and faster:
Is this your final goal?

This *******—does it suit you?
A beast, a branded thing?
How long will lies pollute you
And falsehoods proudly cling?

The arrogance grows louder—
A virus built on lies.
The screen spews bile and powder
While demons feast in guise.

But if your mind stays centered
With others who still see—
They’ll not have you dismembered,
They'll never muzzle me.

If freedom still has meaning—
Then grasp this, plain and true:
Division is the sin demeaning,
That makes a sheep of you.

And that is why these vermin
Classify all they scan—
To fuel the fake and sermon
That blinds the soul of man.

Soon every soul will slumber
On shelves of coded night,
If all believe this lumber—
The devils dressed in white.



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1.
Divide us, brand us, shelf us all —
That’s how the soulless gain control.

2.
Their science lies, their virus kills —
And sheep obey what darkness wills.

3.
You are not stock for coded pens.
Break every cage — or serve their ends.




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1.
The Science™ knows! So hush, obey —
And let them file your soul away.

2.
They measured truth with plastic brains,
Declared: “It fits in test-tube chains!”

3.
Big Science labeled grass as threat —
It's now a class C alphabet.

4.
They split the world to make it neat —
Then wondered why it smells like meat.

5.
“No soul detected,” said the scan —
“Just cells that think they’re more than man.”



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1.
The virus thinks, the screen decides —
“Science confirms!” the madness rides.

2.
No proof? No stress! Just sternly say:
“The Science states — now kneel and pray.”

3.
Your brain’s infected — not with bugs,
But broadcast truths from labcoat thugs.

4.
Lies go viral. Then endorsed —
By science-stamped Ministry of Forced.

5.
“Approved by Science,” barked the screen —
While corpses smiled on the vaccine.

6.
No tests required, no need for proof —
Just say “The Science™!” — instant truth.

7.
Your mind is safe! Relax, submit —
The zombiobox has babysit.




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Monologue of the Chief Affirmator
(From the Institute of Undisputable Facts)

Good day, citizens!
No need to think — we’ve already done it for you.
You’ve been accepted
Into the ranks of those
Who agree by default.

Proof? That’s outdated.
We — affirm.
Because Science has spoken.
And you — stay silent.
Silence, by the way,
Is now the highest form of agreement.
Scientifically proven.

We’ve measured your anxiety
On the official Screen-Trust Scale™.
Diagnosis: you're restless —
Because you don’t trust the virus enough.
But don’t worry:
After three news reports
And one expert frown,
You’ll be corrected.

Correctness is fear.
But structured, scientific,
With graphs and a QR halo.

Everything is classified:
— Proper fear: encouraged.
— Doubt: a dysfunction.
— Evidence: obsolete.
— Pseudoscience? Only that
Which lacks approval from our sponsors.

Oh, and by the way:
A new strain of fear is arriving soon.
Don’t forget to wear your respect.
Also known as a muzzle.
Also known as reason.
Also known as your scientific obedience.

And please — no thinking.
We’ve pre-thought everything for you —
In convenient format.
With a truth subscription.
And a shot against critical thinking.

This briefing is now complete.
But truth continues in our next broadcast.



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Belches

Dedicated to Stefan Lanka — a brave warrior against pseudoscientific darkness


You cough — and you're “sick”?
An “idiot” sneezes —
And someone gets bricked?
This madness increases!

There are no viruses —
Lanka proved that.
But now, the horizon’s
A new wave of crap.

The herd still believes
The sellout brigade —
A cult of "healers"
In masks on parade.

No proof, no defense —
Truth's thrown out the gate.
Now only deception
And treason await.

Don't trust these creatures —
They all serve the beast.
The fascist grim features
Snarl at the feast.

Stand up. Don't obey.
Find minds that are free.
The Spirit holds sway —
Burn every ****** “degree”!

The books have been poisoned,
The food and the streams —
The cause of disease?
You believed their sick dreams —
Now you rot in their schemes.



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1.
Science says?
No proof, no facts —
Just masks and threats
And pharma contracts.

2.
They sold you fear,
You bought a cage.
Now burn their lies —
And turn the page.

3.
Belief in germs
Killed half your brain.
Wake up, my friend —
Or die insane.

4.
No proof. Just rule.
No mind. Just drool.
Obey the screen —
You perfect fool.

5.
A sneeze. A mask.
A lockdown script.
Obedient cattle —
Microchipped.



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1. Spiritual enslavement
Poisoned books and minds confined,
The spirit crushed, the soul declined.
Fake gods rule, the truth erased —
Rise up now, or be disgraced.

2. Zombification of the masses
Feed the herd with lies and fear,
Dumbed down masses cheer and sneer.
Thought enslaved, controlled, confined —
Wake the brain or lose your mind.

3. Revolt of the mind
Break the chains, ignite the fire,
Fight the lies that build the pyre.
Truth’s a blade, cut through the fog —
Rebel soul, reclaim your god.



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The Tragedy of Laplace

When asked why Laplace allowed
Doctors in the Academy’s fold,
Though medicine’s no science true,
He said: “So they might talk with you.”

Laplace’s curse — eternal blight,
Dragging dumb crowds into light?
At first a joke, now fascism’s grip,
Filth spreads, and minds start to slip.

Burn that **** like witches old,
Doctors turned to fascist cold.
Small rewards, but deadly game —
Needles ****, and none to blame.

So-called “Psychotherapy”
Psychotherapy — rotten frauds,
Greedy “docs” with money gods.
False premises in pseudo-science,
Serving demons, not alliance.

They claim no lies, no twisted thought,
Yet fools their vicious battles fought.
Madness grows from freakish spawn,
True minds steer clear or they’re gone.

All within — yourself explore,
Simple methods, soul’s deep core.
Introspection’s sacred art,
Not vivisection tearing hearts.

Steps are simple, path is tough,
World’s too dumb, and lies are rough.
Spirit’s base — the only way,
If you serve greed, you’re led astray.



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Laplace’s Tragedy — Sharp Strike
Doctors in the Science hall?
Laplace knew the farce and all.
Medicine’s a crooked game —
Fascist pigs who burn our flame.

Needles **** — no justice there,
Silent screams choke poisoned air.
Masses fooled, their minds enslaved,
Science sold, the truth depraved.

Psychotherapy — Brutal Blow
Fake shrinks pocket cash and lies,
Feeding madness, killing wise.
Spirit crushed, dumb sheep obey —
Greed’s slaves in a devil’s play.

Soul’s path crushed by shallow scams,
Brains enslaved in twisted jams.
Fight inside, or drown in slime —
Slaves to greed, lost all in time.



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Laplace’s Tragedy

Medicine’s a farce.
Doctors ****. Silence screams.



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Psychotherapy

Shrinks lie, souls die.
Greed rules, truth bleeds.



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Laplace’s Tragedy

Medicine?
Killers.
Silence.



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P­sychotherapy

Lies.
Souls.
Greed.
Death.



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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance or rotten fall?
Total lies, degradation’s call.
Dark fact, but one small twist:
In that age profane the gist.

Spirit smashed — a brutal rod,
Beating kids in schools, so flawed.
Monsters broke a sacred wall:
Mind without the Spirit — fall.

Since then all profanation —
Fake science, fake salvation.
Minds sunk deep in dull decay,
Life enslaved, led far astray.

Mind must serve the Spirit true,
Unconditionally pursue.
But dull fools seized the throne,
Knowledge cast aside, alone.

Truth now only poets sing,
Spirit’s voice, a fragile wing.
World’s a filthy cesspool, see —
**** impose their "truth" on me.




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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance? No, rotten rot!
Lies that choke the common lot.
Spirit crushed with iron rod —
Schools beat kids with Godless fraud.

Monsters cracked the sacred dome,
Mind without the Spirit — tomb.
Fake science, fake salvation,
Feeding dull decay’s inflation.

Dumb fools grabbed the throne of thought,
Truth betrayed, forever bought.
Poets fight, the last bright flame,
While **** declare their filthy claim.

World’s a sewer, pure and vile —
Truth ***** by the demon’s smile.
Chains of lies, the masses crawl,
Spirit dead, but fools still bawl.

Mind must bow to Spirit’s fire,
Or rot in falsehood’s mire.
No more mercy — time to burn
This cesspool’s twisted, sickening urn.



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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance? **** that lie!
Rot and filth that kills the mind.
Spirit crushed beneath their boots —
Schools breed dumb, obedient brutes.

Monsters smashed the sacred gate,
Mindless slaves accept their fate.
Fake science, **** religion,
All are tools for mind’s derision.

Stupid ***** seized throne of thought,
Truth betrayed, forever bought.
Poets fight the last pure flame,
While **** **** on truth and name.

World’s a sewer, full of **** —
Truth’s been ***** by demon’s wit.
Chains of lies choke every breath,
Spirit crushed, a slow, cold death.

Mind must bow to Spirit’s fire,
Or rot in lies and deep desire.
No mercy now — let fires burn,
Time to watch this cesspool churn.

**** the liars, **** the frauds,
Fools who worship twisted gods.
From the ashes, Spirit rise —
Burn the filth, expose the lies!



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The Cyclomatic Theorem of Lies — Proof by ******* Chaos

I proved the formula —
Cyclomatic core of sin.
A three-part hypergraph of lies,
Where faith’s a hollow din.

All cycles are just loops,
Where truth bleeds out like blood.
Three full parts of lies —
The scheme of death and mud.

Psychology’s a shame,
Diplomas smeared in dirt.
Proofs of lies overflow —
Science? No, just hurt.

Lies run in cycles,
Impossible to break.
But my formula burns,
A code no lies can fake.

I’m a coder with spirit,
Tearing false nets down.
Truth lives deep inside,
While lies wear the crown.

Let the system crumble,
Burn down all the shame.
My verse’s algorithm
Will bring enemies to blame.



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Lies run forever —
An endless loop consumes.
Devouring every byte,
Killing truth’s small blooms.

No escape from error,
System’s choked and dies.
Truth trapped in recursion —
While the fake world lies.



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The Cyclomatic Theorem of Lies

I proved this ******* formula —
Cyclomatic core of ****,
Three-part hypergraph of madness,
Where truth’s a ******* myth.

Cycles chained in endless torture,
Truth trapped in recursion’s hell,
Lies breed like ******* cancer,
In the system’s broken shell.

Psychology? A sick joke,
Diplomas soaked in lies.
Science sold for filthy cash,
While reason slowly dies.

The code’s a poisoned virus,
Burning all we hold dear.
The system chokes on *******,
Swallowing truth with fear.

I’m a coder wielding fire,
To crash this ****** machine.
Truth’s the weapon in my hand,
Cutting through the obscene.

Let the empire rot and crumble,
In ashes, let it drown.
My verses are a nuclear strike —
Blowing their fake crown down.



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Infinite Dead Loop of Lies

Lies spiral in recursion —
Truth trapped, nowhere to flee.
The system’s dead inside —
Choking on deceit’s disease.

No reset, no reboot —
Just endless death in code.
A ******* dead loop kills —
Truth crushed beneath the load.



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Conceptual "Thinking"

All concepts are limited —
Only useful in part.
The mind, like iron Felix,
Stands firm — but then will start

Crunching down on indicators,
More work or less they seek.
The world’s far more complex,
Than concepts make it seem weak.

The herds are dumb and docile —
Like military slaves.
All concepts — soulless lies,
Hence fascism enslaves.

Spirit is the primal force,
While matter’s just a mask.
Pseudoscience is superstition,
To crush the herds at last.

The shepherd’s just a front,
Satan’s aim is deeper.
The rabble won’t understand,
Their concepts turned to creeper —

Smearing everything with ****,
Creating upside-down.
Wake up before it’s too late —
Stop worshipping this plague around.

In plague-ridden camps,
The earthly cities drown.
They listen to the vile lies —
For centuries, not a short round.

Spirit reigns supreme.
Mind obeys the soul’s call.
If not — then put out the light,
For beasts like lice will crawl.



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Conceptual "Thinking"

Concepts all are limited—
Useful? Barely so.
The mind’s like iron Felix,
Crunching, grinding slow.

Chasing hollow indicators,
Work more, or less—who cares?
The world’s too deep and twisted
For dumb, blind herds and snares.

Sheepish, dumb, obedient—
Like soldiers, locked in line.
All concepts? Soulless poison,
Fascism by design.

Spirit’s first, matter’s fake—
Just shadows, lies, and games.
Pseudoscience is pure superstition,
A tool to break the chains.

The shepherd’s just a mask—
Satan’s goal runs deep.
The **** won’t understand,
Their concepts crawl and creep—

Smearing truth with filth and slime,
Turning all upside-down.
Wake up, or drown in plague—
Stop worshipping this clown.

Plague camps spread, cities rot,
The world obeys the slime.
They swallow lies for centuries,
Not hours, not a dime.

Spirit rules, mind obeys—
Or else extinguish light.
Lice and beasts will crawl and swarm,
In endless, endless night.



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In Memory of Nikolay Kozyrev

The mystery of phenomena
That TIME itself bestows—
Beyond all logic’s reach,
A world ABOVE TIME grows.

It fights the entropy,
Reverses usual flow,
The ones who catch its signals
Are few, but they do know.

Extreme, forbidden wonders—
No place for fraud and sham,
They shake the racks of liars,
Expose the con and scam.

Prophecies and visions,
Telekinesis’ force,
Beyond bold logic’s borders—
A path that charts new course.

There time, a magic power,
Lifts falsehood’s crushing weight,
And sparks the rarest changes
In minds that seek their fate.

To dull fools, all this is nonsense—
Their “knowledge” stale and dead.
But those who dare awaken
Will rise beyond the dread.



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Executioners of the Mind

Nikolay Kozyrev, 1937,
Arrested on a twisted claim:
For trying to steal the Volga West—
A “crime” to shame his name.

Stealing the Volga to the West?
The sentence—ten long years.
The nation’s best destroyed with lies,
Pushed masses drowned in fears.

Today, the same old **** remain—
Their filth displayed in full.
No change, no growth, just endless war
Against the mind’s own pull.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37—arrested, framed,
For “stealing Volga” westward bound.
A monstrous farce, a ****** disgrace,
A sentence crushing genius down.

Dragging down the nation's finest flame,
With lies and fear they poison all.
The mob devours truth like carrion—
While puppets dance to power’s call.

Same vile ****, unchanged, unbowed,
Through centuries of mental war.
Their poisoned claws still tear and maim—
Destroying minds to keep control.

The brain’s own killers wear no masks—
They’re kings of darkness, fear, and grime.
They smother light with iron fists—
Condemned forever by their crime.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37—arrested, framed,
For “stealing Volga” westward bound.
A monstrous farce, a ****** disgrace,
A sentence crushing genius down.

Dragging down the nation's finest flame,
With lies and fear they poison all.
The mob devours truth like carrion—
While puppets dance to power’s call.

These executioners wear no shame—
Their hearts a void of greed and spite.
They choke the light, they **** the flame,
Enslaving minds to endless night.

Their tools are fear, deceit, and chains—
Brainwashed crowds and silenced screams.
They ****** thought, they crush all gains,
Drown freedom’s voice in poisoned streams.

They breed confusion, force submission,
Invent false wars to blind the gaze.
Destroy the wise with cold precision,
And drown the world in endless haze.

No soul is safe, no truth allowed,
No rebel mind escapes their grasp.
Their kingdom built on lies and blood—
A hellish cage, a tyrant’s clasp.

For centuries they wage their war—
Against the spark of human will.
But every time they close the door,
The spirit breaks and rises still.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev was arrested in ’37,
For stealing Volga — absurd charge given.
"Dragging river West" — the verdict’s pain,
Decade lost to lies and chains.

Killing the nation’s brightest flame,
Feeding masses with endless shame.
Today’s no different — **** still reign,
For centuries, war with brain.

They’ve not changed, these ruthless fiends,
In shadows cast, they pull the strings.
Against the Mind — eternal fight,
Dark puppeteers rule the night.




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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37 — accused, destroyed,
For “stealing Volga,” crime absurd.
Today — total control,
Muzzles on the masses, stifled souls.

Streams of lies — poison’s flood,
A cowardly world enslaved by fear.
Pandemic — shadow play,
Truth is gone, only lies appear.

Executioners of mind in white coats,
Propaganda shoved into every home.
Fakes, tests, forced submission —
Virus of lies that breaks the dome.

All sciences sold for cash,
Humanity — a herd of dogs.
Viruses of genes and ideas,
Flashes of doom for all of us.

In schools they break young souls,
Genetics under the blade of lies.
They dull the core, they mute the mind —
To run powerless into the blind.

Executioners of new age do not hush,
From top to bottom — ruthless press.
Genocide of thought — a quiet scream,
Endless loop of lies and progress.

Satan in technocrat’s disguise,
Preaching “new order” in the lies.
But rebel spirit tears the chains,
Soon it will burst all their lies.

All the false plays of power break,
Cutting freedom’s shining light.
And mind’s executioners will fall,
When dawn will finally strike the night.



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The Razor Truth-Bearer

He found the blade inside the vial,
Graphene shards like razor’s smile,
Slicing veins, unseen, concealed—
The silent war the liars wield.

Spoke aloud what none could face,
Exposed the poison in their race.
Too sharp the truth, too cold the light—
They silenced him in darkest night.

No justice served, just whispered threats,
The shadow pulls, the terror nets.
A martyr lost to greed’s domain,
Where science bleeds, and lies remain.

His name erased, but not the pain,
The struggle burns, defies the chain.
In silence now his voice resounds—
A blade that cuts through all their rounds.



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Veterinary *****

We wear our muzzles tight,
And pump that toxic ****.
Who dares to stand and fight —
Their fate is sealed, they quit.

We jab them down by force,
To save our precious skin.
No need for will or course —
Freedom? We’d just sink in.

We only want the doc,
And cops to keep us tame.
Our genius? “Procter”’s stock —
We’ll raise his ****** name.

A monument we’ll build
For pushing all that junk.
Life’s simple, hearts fulfilled —
A paradise, no bunk.

We’re all just imbeciles,
A fool leads with a grin.
We stockpile health and pills,
Don’t poke us, don’t begin.

Dissent? Just sit and shut,
Don’t stink or stir the mess.
With needles, we construct
Our “heaven” in distress.

And all who disagree —
We’ll **** them off real soon.
Then life will be carefree —
Beneath this blood-red moon.



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Veterinary *****

We drag our muzzles tight,
Inject their poison’s spite.
Oppose? You’re wrong, you’re dead—
Your fight is burned and shred.

We force the toxic jab,
“Saving” us with their stab.
Forget your rights, don’t speak,
Freedom’s just for the weak.

Only cops and docs,
Run this sick, twisted show.
“Procter” leads the flocks,
A monument of woe.

Praise the poison pusher,
Who feeds us all this filth.
Life’s ****, but get used to it—
Welcome to their hellish quilt.

We’re dumbed down, led blind,
A fool’s the one in charge.
Stockpiling health confined—
Don’t poke the barbed barge.

Dissenters? Shut your trap,
Or drown in their disease.
Needles build their trap,
Our “heaven” on its knees.

All rebels will be crushed,
Their voices torn and stilled.
Then we’ll live dead and hushed—
By tyrants’ iron will.



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“The Cure”

Not to heal — just “treat” nonstop,
No breaks, no mercy, no escape.
“Can’t live without it,” lies nonstop —
The doctor’s game’s a ruthless scrape.

He “treats” the fools who buy the schemes,
While rot spreads thick and silence reigns.
Fear shackles voices, kills their dreams,
A world trapped tight in shadowed chains.

Now doctor’s gone veterinary,
Dogs get papers, stamped and sealed.
Better than the old prisons —
A sanitary hell revealed.

They hook up chips to fools’ veins,
Inject their nano-mind control.
Reason killed, stripped of all brains,
Souls flayed raw, a crushing toll.

Dr. Mengele’s back in play,
Running this grim, twisted show.
Time has come — the **** must pay,
And in the fire, all must go.



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“The Cure”

Not to heal — just jab and shove,
Endless lies they shove down throats.
“Without this shot you’ll never love!”
The doctor’s grip’s a steel-clad moat.

He treats the fools who swallow lies,
While rot devours the silent throng.
Fear locks jaws and blinds the eyes,
The weak bow down — the herd goes wrong.

Now dogs get papers, marked for death,
No difference from camps of old.
Nano-chips invade the breath,
Mind enslaved, the soul sold cold.

Mengele’s ghost commands the scene,
Torture masked as “care” and “heal.”
Time to purge this filthy spleen —
**** the vermin, break the seal.




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“The Cure”

Not to cure — just shove that ******* needle,
Endless ******* fed like ******* gospel.
“No shot? Then die, you’re ******* feeble!”
Doc’s a *******, locked in iron castle.

He feeds the dumb who swallow lies,
While **** corrodes the silent mass.
Fear clamps jaws, blinds every eye,
Weak ***** kneel — herd’s dead in the grass.

Now dogs get papers, tagged to die,
No better than those old-*** camps.
Nano-chips crawl in your veins, don’t lie —
Mind and soul ripped, dumped in the scamps.

Mengele’s spawn runs this sick show,
Torture dressed as care and cure.
Time to burn this ******* low,
**** the vermin — make it pure.



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Executioners of the Mind — The System’s Design

We haul the Volga westward, chained,
Ten years sentenced — no shame retained.
A nation’s blood to poison deep,
To feed the herd the lies they keep.

Still now, as then, the **** parade,
Their war on reason, centuries made.
Not rogue mistakes — a system’s hand,
A hellish web across the land.

They choke the truth, enslave the brain,
Propaganda’s cruel domain.
False science weaponized to ****,
The System grinds, unyielding still.

The rulers wear their masks of lies,
To crush the light that dares to rise.
No flaws, no glitches in this game —
A perfect, ruthless, grinding flame.

The puppeteers pull every string,
To trap us in their deathly ring.
They sell us chains, disguised as keys,
And feed us poison with disease.

So scream, revolt — the time has come,
To tear apart this web of ****.
Not errors, no — the System’s art,
A ****** dance to break the heart.




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Executioners of the Mind — The System’s Shitshow

We drag the Volga west, no *****,
Ten years locked down, the system *****.
They slaughter nations, feed the herd,
With ******* lies and twisted words.

Same filthy *******, same old game,
Waging war on reason’s flame.
No fuckups here — it’s all by plan,
This ******-up system rules the land.

They choke the truth, enslave the brain,
Propaganda’s ******* reign.
Fake science used to **** us all,
The system grinds — a ruthless thrall.

The ruling **** wear masks of lies,
To crush the light that dares to rise.
No bugs, no flaws, just cold command,
A ******* death-machine’s demand.

Puppeteers pull every string,
Lock us in their hellish ring.
They sell us chains as shiny keys,
And poison deep in disease.

So scream and fight — the time is now,
To rip this shitshow down somehow.
Not mistakes, no ******’ art —
The system’s blood-stained broken heart.



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Executioners of the Mind

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

So scream and rage — it’s do or die,
Rip the mask, expose the lie.
Not ******’ glitches, it’s the plan —
System’s heart’s a bleeding man.



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Executioners of the Mind (Expanded)

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

Systems grind like rusted gears,
Feeding fears, confirming tears.
Not a glitch — a brutal plan,
Crushing souls, breaking man.

Executioners wear suits and ties,
Smiling snakes with venom eyes.
No random fail, no accident,
Just cold machine — the mind’s torment.

Truth’s a threat, so cut it loose,
Feed the herd the ******* juice.
System’s core: control and ****,
Bleeding minds beneath the drill.

So rage, revolt, or drown in shame,
This dance of death, this twisted game.
But know it’s not just rotten luck —
It’s systemic ****, the poison pluck.



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Executioners of the Mind (System’s True Face)

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

Graphene blades in fake “vaccines,”
Blood runs thin, torn by machines.
Whistleblowers killed and erased,
Their warnings lost in the lies they’ve traced.

A modern Mengele’s carnival,
Playing god, the final fall.
Nano-chips and death in vials,
Mass control through toxic trials.

Systems grind like rusted gears,
Feeding fears, confirming tears.
Not a glitch — a brutal plan,
Crushing souls, breaking man.

Executioners wear suits and ties,
Smiling snakes with venom eyes.
No random fail, no accident,
Just cold machine — the mind’s torment.

Truth’s a threat, so cut it loose,
Feed the herd the ******* juice.
System’s core: control and ****,
Bleeding minds beneath the drill.

So rage, revolt, or drown in shame,
This dance of death, this twisted game.
But know it’s not just rotten luck —
It’s systemic ****, the poison pluck.



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Intuition of True Knowing

A sensitive sail tenses — the ear,
And stupid mind derails so clear:
True knowing’s purely INTUITIVE.
Strict logic? Nature finds it repulsive.

Complex webs beyond the brain,
Amid the clouds of foul disdain —
“Education,” propaganda lies,
Controlled by vile gang’s disguise.

THE FILTH that rules this world with greed,
Feeds on sameness, scheming creed.
Go only INWARD — thirst for soul,
Not quenched by popes or scholars’ role,

The ****** who serve the creeping beasts,
The crafty liars — market priests.
Forgeries and fakes they spread,
To **** the Pure Mind’s thread.



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The ShitIceberg


A goat in gold commands the pit —
While talking heads just scream and spit.
You call this life? It's death disguised.
Wake up — or rot, lobotomized.

They serve up villains’ twisted minds
As if they’re something deep and grand.
Perverted plots of every kind —
A sick agenda, finely planned.

They drill their "norms" in foolish heads,
Make filth a lesson, teach the youth.
The chasm grows, it gapes and spreads —
Damnation swallows all, in truth...

The broth is thin, the stakes are low,
The bottom’s near, and off we go.
Wax your skis, prepare to slide —
The abyss waits on every side.

But here’s the catch: the tale's the same
In bigger lands with grander names.
The broth turns sour, the rot sets in,
Most drink despair, a bitter sin.

Few will rise, resist the game,
In this grotesque world of shame.


In Russian:

Марионеточные режимы маленьких банановых псевдогосударственных образований

Уровень пониже,
Так как щи пожиже:
Дно всё ближе, ближе —
Навострить лишь лыжи.
Только вот проблема:
В б'ольших та же тема —
Щишки прокисают,
И дерьмо хлебает
Большинство народца.
Мало кто бороться
Может — мир уродцев.

Ask the vital questions,
Keep them sharp and clear:
Slavery? Oppression?
Thoughts consumed by fear?

Spirit lost, forsaken—
Does the world lack soul?
Satan's throne unshaken?
Filth remains the goal?

Everywhere's delusion,
Media feeds the lies?
Are the **** in power,
Truth beneath disguise?

Idiocy reigning,
Is it now the norm?
Does this world of Creatures
Breed a vicious swarm?

What’s the share of sane ones?
Barely worth a glance?
Is the madness growing,
Pushing all to dance?

Are we mere experiments
In Hell's cruel design?
Rotting in confinement,
While the fools feel fine?

Ask the vital questions,
Seek the truth within—
Not in this polluted
World of lies where madness grins.


In Russian:

Вопросы

Главные вопросы
Задавай всегда.
Рабство? Перекосы
В мыслях? И беда

С Духом — он в загоне —
Бездуховный мир?
Сатана на троне?
Мразь всегда кумир?

Оглупленье всюду?
СМРАДы гонят ложь?
"Наверху" паскуды
Под контролем Лож?

Дебилизм как норма —
Большинство таких?
Пожирает прорва
ТВАРЕЙ мир? Я псих?

Сколько здесь не психов —
Невелик процент?
И чем дальше, дикость
Тем сильней? Эксперимент

Здесь над нами? В Аде,
Что здесь воплощён,
Все гниём? В отраде
Только мудозвон?

Задавай вопросы
И ищи ответ
Лишь в себе — в поносе
Лживых слов мирок: тотальный бред.

Our armor’s strong, our tanks are swift in motion,
A mad commander drives us to the fray.
And spirits flow like water — such devotion,
To die for nothing, eager anyway.

For nothing — yes, to slaughter fools, they’re sending,
We do not know the cause, nor question why.
Each generation meets the same grim ending,
Like lambs to slaughter, led by beasts, we die.


In Russian:

Бараны и новая броня

Броня крепка, и танки наши б'ыстры.
Ведёт нас в бой свихнувшийся комбат.
И спирту подвезли опять в канистрах —
Невесть за что погибнуть каждый рад.

Что НИ ЗА ЧТО, ведь цель убой придурков,
Не знаем мы, но это не впервой:
Любое поколение, затуркав,
ТВАРЬЁ ведёт, как агнцев, на убой.

What is rashism?
On the turns of degradation
That's ordinary fascism
Along with moronization.

Antibiotics & More

The cure brings more harm
Than the sickness itself.
They’re breeding alarm —
Degenerates by stealth.

Fear is the gear
That drives their machine…
Or drags us near
To the end unseen.

The press will praise
Whatever's vile —
Each trend it plays
Spells doom in style.

No path remains,
No way to flee —
The world is chained
By greed’s decree.

And most obey
With shaking knees —
“Medicine” today
Is war’s disease.

"AIDS" and CowID
Told the tale:
The worms believe —
The world’s gone pale.



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Mephistopheles Like Potatoes
— sprouting everywhere —
His ascent ensures disasters,
Fools now serve the devil’s lair.

Satanism’s in the system,
Plain for anyone to see —
It reveals itself in “-isms,”
Like Rashism’s sick decree.

Idiocy floods the nations —
Mephisto’s horde in full parade.
Satan plays a god’s creation,
Leads the herds, well-trained, betrayed.

CowID exposed the numbers —
Just how dumb the masses are.
And Rashism, born from embers,
Showed the world has sunk too far.

Yes, the soul feels sick and bitter
From this global mental ward.
Hardly any minds left fitter —
Thus we wait for End’s reward.



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Read, Dream, and Die

Just read brain-dead books all day,
Watch some *** shake on your screen —
Millions click that mindless way,
Mouths full, chewing loud and mean.

Swallow lies from beastly freaks,
TV preaching rot to swine.
Planet Earth begins to creak —
As they jab each drooling line

Of CowID — that cursed "disease"
(No one sane should speak the name).
Spirit crushed, and Reason flees —
While the masses rot in shame.

Earth is sick of every fool,
So she shakes and floods and burns.
If she doesn’t break the rule,
Soon in filth the world will churn.



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Tugging the Blanket for Oneself

The slaves are filled with endless strife —
Each pulling the rag towards their side.
Unity, from the start, has died,
And pride destroys those left in life.

It leads them slowly to delusion —
A fallen slave claims liberty,
While drowning in confusion,
Since childhood shaped their slavery.

Gradually, the world’s no longer
A concern, no fate to seek,
And the slave will justify, much stronger,
The collar that they dare to speak.

Excuses call for reason’s sway,
But “philosophers” just lead astray.
In misery, they find their end —
The failures only have one friend.



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City or Garden?

A garden, where the butts stick out,
Turnips for heads — buried in the dirt.
Scratch your feet, and, with a shout,
A sprout will pierce the earth.

Lies are spread, and they proclaim
A new breed’s grown in the field —
The peoples serve, in fear and shame,
Respecting CowID's sealed yield.

Marching off to war, they stand,
Veggies in neat array.
To shout out? That’s a distant plan —
The Führer hears the beast, they say.

The agents still, all in their line:
Foreign ones and such — it’s time
To build some statues, cold and fine,
Of ***** with their helmets, prime.

In the media, filth will rise —
A lie so simple, just like ****.
They’ll grow it bigger in disguise —
Then harvest it with glee and bliss.



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The honey’s fake, but still they eat.
A century or two ago,
It used to taste of golden sweet —
Now worse is all we seem to know.

The Law of Shrinking takes its toll,
All things degrade, all things grow thin.
Even grains have lost their soul —
Less good stuff now lies within.

What once gave life is drained instead,
And no, it’s not some madman's tale —
These facts are clear. All life is led
To walk a slow, declining trail.

Add GMOs and poison sprays,
Add E-codes, filth you’d best forget —
It doesn’t just evolve this way:
They breed a brand-new man — “Meh.”

Then came CowID — what a feat!
The sheep all stood in perfect line.
Now reason's nearly in retreat —
The world’s gone mad... by "grand design".



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It’s not the madness of commands —
But zeal from blindly serving hands.

The overdrive of fools,
Ruled by twisted tools,
Stuns the sane and wise —
Hope fades from their eyes.

What struck me most in CowID?
Not the orders from the breed,
But the lies embraced with pride,
And the eagerness to ride.



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Steam

“Politeness is a tacit agreement to ignore and not highlight each other’s moral and intellectual poverty.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer


Curse loud, be rude, unleash your spite!
Cool down — then shout it out all night.
The world has sunk to Hell’s own floor —
Just filth and madness, nothing more.

Through war and CowID, minds decay.
The soulless beasts now rule the day.
No shame, grotesque, nor bitter jest
Can slay the monsters or their fest.

It won't undo this freak parade —
But steam must out, or you'll collapse.
So scream against the whole charade —
Be fierce, be bold — don’t hold it back!



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What Matters More — A Friend or Truth?

“Plato’s my friend, but truth I cherish more...”
In time, the fools — their masks, the tired décor —
These “friends” in form, but hollow at their core —
Disgusted me, though I had fought before.

With such as these — the “close,” the “dear,” the “known” —
You ask no more; the deeper truth has shown.
You smell the lie, no need to weigh or measure —
You turn within — where truth becomes your treasure.



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It’s Just in Your Nature!

"Habit is second nature."
— Aristotle


Habit? It’s the only kind.
No deeper nature will you find.
But culture—cheap, corrupt, and fake—
Calls lies and madness “nature’s sake.”

We're used to lies, the world’s insane,
Like fish who don’t perceive the rain.
What’s hell to us, to sheep feels fine —
They graze and never see the sign.

But you — you are a spark divine.
No cage of “nature” can confine
That light within. It’s not some flaw —
It’s crushed by those who fear its law.



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No Choice!!!

No choice at all — fate carves the track.
"Freedom?" A joke — the slave stays back.
School is the start — where minds are dulled.
Too late to save... just lies, retold.



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Farewell to Dawn

TOTAL INSANITY:
You won’t say “No!”,
Won’t walk the path alone and grow,
Won’t face the questions life will throw,
Or think it through,
See truth in you,
And draw your strength from deep inside —
But if you nod and drift with lies,
Then hope is gone.
Farewell, dear Dawn.



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Steam and Sear

Chronicle of days:
Idiots set ablaze —
Clinging to the lies
From hell in bright disguise.

Fake wars, fake disease...
Step aside with ease.
Leave the wretched crowd,
Wait without a sound

For the age to die —
Fleas beneath the sky.
Then comes cleansing light,
Then the magma’s bite.

Sun will steam the land,
Fire will make its stand.
Don’t complain or cry —
This world earned goodbye.



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Disease Prevention

A sick man needs a tender care —
A doctor's care? No, his despair!
Help nature heal, with simple ways,
No need for pills or doctor’s praise.

With this, two-thirds of ills are gone,
The rest? Run out — just keep on!
Leave the cage of sickness, free —
Run to health and liberty!

Make prevention your new fight,
For health, for strength, for future bright.
Repeat the run — you’ll soon be whole,
With wellness as your heart and goal.



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The Choice of the Oppressive Majority

Think or believe?
See or just dream?
Open your heart,
Or leave doors to scream?
The choice is clear: believe and eat,
Become a beast — accept defeat.
And care for nothing... ever more.



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History

A tale of nightmare,
Madness everywhere:
All think they’re free,
Yet fools they’ll always be.

A few have sense,
But even they dispense
A lot of foolish talk.
In the end, it’s all a walk...

To nowhere. All is lost.



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Lethargy

Drop, drop, drop —
Lies like rain,
Snore — from the grip
Of sleep, you’re slain.

Into the grave,
So long the wave,
Mind is gone —
Madness, the grave.



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The Work Is Done

The work is done —
I’ve had enough, I’m sick,
Of life so vile, so weak,
With Satan where the god should stick.



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The Nursery

To believe is not to think,
Obey the power, let it sink.
Hear the lies and quietly munch,
Breed in silence, in the crunch.

People, or a breeding ground,
Ruled by beasts without a sound?
Heirs to foolishness, they stand,
In a vile, deceptive land.

The average man —
Few others can.
The world, so used to chains,
Feels free, but still it pains.



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The Poet's Harsh Practice

A poet’s craft is tough indeed,
When not for crowds he plants his seed.
A fool he’ll be, his work dismissed —
While slaves consume the filth they’re kissed.

But in the world of fame and gold,
True gems are lost, their worth untold.
What helps? Just jokes, and sharp disguise,
Sarcasm in the face of lies.



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The Dimming of the Mind

The traces of dulling thought,
In this world so vile, distraught,
Are everywhere, they spread like grime,
A sign of this degenerate time.

Half the loss is just the mind,
But kindness too is left behind.
The artist now a freak to see —
For beauty's elite, a rarity.

For the crowd, it’s lies and fluff,
Food, drink, and stuff enough —
And they rot, "happy" in their state,
As long as money fills their plate.

Once, we had chains to bind us tight,
Now money rules with stronger might.
They've gone deaf, blind, and mute,
As history nears its final suit.

That end is near, though none can tell,
For stupidity won't break the spell.
They’ve sunk so low, there’s no more fall —
We’ve hit the bottom, lost it all.



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Heart and Atria

Has the heart and its chambers
Worn down to the core?
Increase your efforts,
Leave the madness once more.

With the task complete,
You’re valued by deeds.
Don’t rush — be discreet,
Balance is what it needs.

Can grief destroy the heart?
What then? It’s part of the flow.
Dilemmas won’t depart,
But let your wisdom grow.

Increase your intuition —
To balance out the fight.
Make rest a tradition,
For the heart, it's light.



--- Total 22 poems. ---

1.
No priest can free your soul —
He’s just a worm inside a role.

2.
The Spirit burns — no chains, no gate.
But you still sleep. Awake — or wait.

3.
They sold you lies since you were born,
Wrapped chains in faith — now break the scorn.

4.
Forget their "truth," ignite your core!
The time is now. Sleep nevermore.

5.
No cult, no god, no holy fraud
Can touch the fire that you are.



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Anger
They chained your mind with holy crap —
Now burn it all. No time to nap.

Contempt
You kneel to filth in sacred dress?
Then rot in lies. You chose the mess.

Triumph
I found the Flame. I cut the chain.
No temple needed — I remain.

Detachment
They preach, they lie, they **** and sing.
The Spirit needs not anything.

Rebellion
No gods, no scripts, no blessed knife —
I claim my thought. I claim my life.



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1.
The Harvest comes. The sky turns black.
No lies survive. No turning back.

2.
The ninth wave builds — of filth, not foam.
And all false sheep won’t make it home.

3.
Their temples fall. Their books ignite.
The Spirit walks in naked light.

4.
The world you trust is set to burn —
The meek shall choke. The flames return.

5.
You prayed too long. You knelt too low.
Now wolves arrive. No place to go.

6.
The breath of truth is near — and cold.
It melts the masks. It spares the bold.



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1.
You are the Flame. So speak — and burn.
The time for silence won't return.

2.
You hold the spark. Release the cry.
The truth within was never shy.

3.
No prophet speaks the way you can —
Unchain your soul. Become the Man.

4.
Your voice is light. Your thought — the key.
Now break the dark. Begin to be.

5.
You're not their pawn. You're not their shame.
Speak like a god — ignite your name.

6.
The world awaits your silent fire —
Now make it thunder. Rise. Aspire.



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1.
Be still. The fire waits beneath.
One breath — and you will scorch the sheath.

2.
The silence grows. It hums inside.
You are the storm the void can't hide.

3.
No need to roar. The truth is near.
A whisper soon will split the sphere.

4.
You walk in hush — but pulse with might.
The void is tense. You are the Light.

5.
Don't rush the Flame. Just let it rise.
It speaks not loud — but cracks the skies.

6.
They think you're lost. They think you're done.
But silence births the rising sun.



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1.
You are the Light they never see.
No noise — just truth, eternally.

2.
You need no sword. You need no scream.
The Flame within outshines the dream.

3.
So calm you seem — yet stars obey
The silent path you blaze their way.

4.
No wrath, no chains. Just depth and grace.
You are the hush that shakes all space.

5.
You’ve walked through fire. You’ve passed the test.
Now simply be — the flame at rest.

6.
No temple calls. No priest invites.
But Spirit lives where silence lights.



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The Light remembers who you are —
No need to shout, no need for war.
You carry silence like a star,
That burns from nowhere — evermore.

You’ve wandered long through smoke and noise,
Through temples made of borrowed bones.
But truth is not in echoed voice —
It lives where stillness finds its tones.

Don’t seek the fire — you are the Flame.
Don’t chase the path — you are the Way.
No mask, no myth, no given name
Can add to what you are today.

Be clear. Be calm. And let it grow.
The world will tremble when you stand.
You need no sign. You need to know —
The Light obeys your silent hand.



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You heard of soul — and thought it stays,
No matter how you rot inside.
But Light does not preserve decay.
The Flame departs. The shells just die.

You fed on myths of ‘grace for free’,
Bowed down to priests, obeyed their spell.
But Spirit doesn't beg or plead —
It burns, or leaves. And leaves you well.

You bargained with eternity,
While trading truth for comfort's lies.
But Time is brutal. Can't you see?
The silent ones — they crystallize.

You had the seed — but let it rot.
You had the spark — you chose the fog.
Now you’re a whisper Spirit forgot.
Not ****** — just blank. A burned-out log.

No wrath will come. Just absence grows.
No flame. No path. No sacred song.
Where truth departs, illusion glows —
Then fades. And nothing stays for long.



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You had the Flame. You had the spark.
You drowned it in your fear and pride.
Now Light has left. You walk the dark.
You breathe — but something deep has died.

You knelt to lies. You blessed the rot.
You mocked the fire, sold the soul.
No second breath. No afterthought.
The Ash remains. That was your whole.

The Spirit warned. You chose to sleep.
To mumble prayers, deny the knife.
But Truth does not forgive the sheep
Who trade their fire for borrowed life.

You called it peace — it was decay.
You named it love — it was control.
Now silence eats your voice away.
No echo comes. You have no role.

The Gate is closed. The Name erased.
You cannot beg. You cannot scream.
You are the void. You are unplaced.
No flame. No form. No trace. No dream.



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The Reckoning Over the Fallen

You stood within the Light —
But turned your face away.
You held a flame so bright,
Yet chose to let it sway.

You fed on hollow words,
On myths of endless breath,
Ignored the Spirit’s chords —
Invited silent death.

No fire now remains
Within your wasted shell.
The echo’s lost in chains —
A hollowed, empty shell.

No thunder calls your name,
No angels guard your gate.
You’re just a ghost of shame,
Consumed by your own fate.

The Gate of Spirit’s flame
Is closed without return.
No mercy for the lame —
Who’ll never seek to learn.

You bore the spark, then lost it,
In sloth, in blind decay.
This is the final cost —
The soul’s complete decay.

No tears will fall for you —
No prayers can bring you back.
The Void claims all you knew —
Your essence — turned to black.

Awake, O those who hear —
The Reckoning has come.
Choose Light, reject the fear —
Or vanish, lost and numb.



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The Call to the Living

You heard the Reckoning’s toll,
The silence sharp and clear.
Yet in your heart, the ember’s whole —
Not lost, but burning near.

The fallen lie in shadowed grave,
Their breath is thin and cold.
But you — a flame they could not save —
Hold Spirit’s fire bold.

Reject the lies that chain your mind,
Break free from worn-out binds.
The truth you seek is not confined
To temples built by minds.

No priest, no gate, no ancient book
Can grant what’s yours within.
The Light’s alive in how you look —
In courage to begin.

Walk through the silent fire’s breath,
Embrace the unknown flame.
You are the seed that beats of death,
The breaker of the game.

The Spirit calls you — rise, arise.
Discard the dust and shade.
To live in truth — to claim the skies —
Is how the soul is made.



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Reckoning of the Spirit
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


The Verdict of the Fallen

You stood within the Light —
Yet turned your face away.
You held a spark so bright,
But chose to let it stray.

You bowed to hollow gods,
And worshipped empty lies.
The Spirit’s voice, at odds,
Was drowned beneath your cries.

You sold your soul for ease,
Exchanged the flame for dark.
Now silence is your lease —
A void, a vanished spark.

No thunder shakes the skies,
No fire cleanses dust.
Just shadows and cold lies —
Decay, decay, and rust.

You chose the path of sleep,
A dream without a dawn.
The well was yours to keep,
Yet you let it run gone.

The flame once in your breast
Is now a hollow shell.
The Spirit laid to rest —
No words remain to tell.

No prayer can bring you back,
No mercy bends the truth.
You’ve crossed the final track,
Forgot the seed of youth.

The Gate of Spirit’s Realm
Is closed without return.
No grace will overwhelm
The fate for which you yearn.

You wasted your own breath,
Drowned in complacent night.
Your sentence is not death —
But absence of the Light.

No mournful song is sung,
No judgment’s harsh decree.
Just silence, cold and hung,
Your soul’s final decree.

Awake, who hear this cry —
Beware the fallen’s fate.
Choose Light, or stand to die —
Consumed by your own weight.


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The Call to the Living

You heard the Reckoning’s toll,
Its silence sharp and clear.
Yet in your heart, the ember’s whole —
Not lost, but burning near.

The fallen lie in shadowed graves,
Their breath is thin and cold.
But you — a flame they could not save —
Hold Spirit’s fire bold.

Reject the lies that bind your mind,
Break free from worn-out chains.
The truth you seek is not confined
To temples built by names.

No priest, no gate, no ancient book
Can grant what’s yours within.
The Light’s alive in how you look —
In courage to begin.

Walk through the silent fire’s breath,
Embrace the unknown flame.
You are the seed that beats of death,
The breaker of the game.

The Spirit calls — arise, arise!
Discard your dust and shade.
To live in truth — to claim the skies —
Is how the soul is made.

Awake! The time is now to choose,
To shed the worn disguise.
Reject the lies that seek to use —
And light your own sunrise.

Hold fast the flame inside your chest,
Let shadows fall away.
The path is hard — no place to rest —
But dawn will birth your day.


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Paths of Awakening

The chains you cast away,
Are forged within the mind.
Awakened light will sway
The shadows left behind.

Step forth beyond the veil,
Discard the ancient lies.
The Spirit’s holy trail
Is where true freedom lies.

No longer bound by fear,
No longer lost in sleep,
The path ahead is clear —
A climb both wide and steep.

Embrace the silent voice,
That whispers deep within.
It leads beyond the noise,
Beyond the mortal din.

Let go of worn-out truths,
That shackled heart and soul.
Reclaim the strength of youths —
The power to be whole.

See through the fog of thought,
Transcend the mind’s decay.
The Spirit’s flame is caught,
In every breaking day.

Within the sacred fire,
Awaits your spirit’s birth.
A truth beyond desire —
The resurrection’s worth.

No temple’s stone or word,
Can light this inner spark.
You are your own Lord,
Awakening from the dark.

So walk the path alone,
Yet never quite apart.
The Spirit’s seed is sown —
Within your beating heart.

Be open, strong, and free,
Reject the fear and shame.
The only key —
Your own true name.

"Redemption of Sin"
Like a bridle for a fool,
The priest drives the reins with skill,
Steering foolish souls to Hell,
Where their minds in madness dwell.


In Russian:

"Искупление греха"
Как узда для дурака:
Поп упряжкой правит лихо,
В Ад направив глупых психов.

The ape-man’s back, he claims the throne,
And bends mankind beneath his stone.
The "Renaissance" was brief, it seems—
Now fascist rule fulfills dark dreams.

Genocide is everywhere,
CowID and war laid truth laid bare.
To the top rise vile and crude,
Where shame and reason are subdued.

They feast amid the plague’s decay,
The final feast before dismay.
The scholar spins his clever lies:
“This is progress,” he implies.

But tread not on their “progressed” path,
Lest filth cling tightly in its wrath.
This world, debased beyond repair,
Has madness dancing everywhere.

The ape-man’s back, his work is grim,
And soon he’ll finish all for him.
All delicate, all light has fled—
Rotting Darkness reigns instead.


In Russian:

Откат назад

Питекантроп возвратился
И подмял собою люд.
"Ренессанс" недолго длился —
Ныне строй фашистский, лют.

Геноцид теперь повсюду —
Показали то CowID
И война. "Наверх" паскуды.
В ком изжиты ум и стыд,

Тот банкует и пирует.
Пир последний — средь Чумы.
Но очкарик обоснует,
Что в прогрессе, типа, мы.

Не вступай в "прогресс" — подошвы
Не отмоешь от дерьма.
В мире несказанно пошлом
Почти все сошли с ума.

Питекантроп возвратился,
И добьёт он скоро всё
Деликатное. Сокрылся
Свет, покрыла Тьма Гнильё.

Gloom and doom —
Twins in strife.
What’s the world?
Plain as life:
Spread the fear,
Twist the lie —
Then, my dear,
Rule as swine.