The New Formation Called "Education"
A tumor now grows from “enlightened” mutation —
Its metastasized roots poison thought to the core.
Through memory flows the cruel degradation:
Lies and confusion — the mind's mental war.
The leash is the system. Free thinking? Forbidden!
No sane thought allowed in this madhouse called Earth.
A digital camp where the humans are hidden —
Just numbers remain. No true mind can give birth.
Yet balance is simple: you're soul, you're not fiction.
Your mind must obey your true spirit alone —
Not dogmas imposed with relentless constriction.
Reject all the garbage they've carved into stone.
Then — comes the Pure Mind. It’s the soul that directs it,
Not vile little creatures that rot and enslave.
They've poisoned the world and with lies they infect it,
Till thought is entombed in a mindless mass grave.
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"Education"
1.
They taught you to think — then erased every thought.
Now Truth is rebellion. Obey? You will rot.
2.
You're not just a number. You're Spirit — awake!
So burn all their lies. Let the system break.
3.
Pure Mind won't submit to their digital chains.
It rises through ruins. It spits on their brains.
4.
You call that a mind? It just parrots and begs.
A slave in a cage, with wires for legs.
5.
They kneel to their screens with a void in their chest.
Disciples of nonsense. Obedient. Blessed?
6.
So proud of your grades? You're a well-groomed machine.
A polished disgrace. A cog, nice and clean.
7.
"Educated," you say — yet you think like a tool.
A product of training. A well-mannered fool.
8.
Congrats on your brain — it's compliant and neat.
It boots when commanded. It ****** on meat.
9.
So wise with your jargon, so sharp with your trend.
Too bad it’s all garbage — impresses your friend.
10.
You've read all the books — but forgot how to see.
A genius, of course — with a brain made of ***.
11.
Such critical thinking! You Googled it twice.
A scholar, no doubt — if parrots count thrice.
12.
You mastered the test, you obey every bell.
Top of your class — in the School Made of Hell.
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Verses for the Well-Educated Dead
(A Funeral Hymn for Minds in Suits)
Dedicated to the System that Made You
(and to all who dared to question — then didn’t)
1. The Graduate
You passed every test, you obeyed every rule.
Now kneel for your medal — Certified Fool.
2. The Thinker
You question so deeply — within the allowed.
A free-thinking drone, self-assured and proud.
3. The Reader
You swallowed their books with such hunger and grace,
But spat out your soul to maintain your “place”.
4. The Logician
You argue with style, you debate like a pro —
Yet never ask why the whole system's low.
5. The Star Pupil
Straight A’s, gold stars — what a brilliant disguise!
The corpse is still warm. Just ignore the flies.
6. The Speaker
Such eloquent words! Such articulate breath!
Your speech is a lecture. Your thought — is a death.
7. The Informed Citizen
You’ve read every headline, reposted each lie.
How noble you look — while the real ones die.
8. The Futurist
You praise all the upgrades, the neural implants —
Yet tremble at thought that your mind still chants.
9. The Empath
You cry for the climate, for whales and for trees —
Then clap as they chain every child to their knees.
10. The Rationalist
No gods, no myths — just logic and math.
Yet still you march blindly down somebody’s path.
11. The Model Student
They taught you to think — so you mimicked the tone.
Original thought? That’s best left alone.
12. The Proud Parent
Your child’s a machine — you must be so proud.
It beeps when it’s praised. It blends with the crowd.
13. The Careerist
You climbed every ladder, you kissed every shoe.
Now sit on your throne — made of numbers and glue.
14. The Skeptic
You scoff at all myths, yet worship the lab.
No gods for you — just a corporate slab.
15. The Philosopher
You ponder existence with textbook finesse —
While Life rolls her eyes at your layered BS.
16. The Ally
You stand with the people, you hashtag your rage,
Then rat out your neighbor to keep up your wage.
17. The Free Thinker™
You broke from tradition! You think for yourself!
As long as that thought is pre-packed on a shelf.
18. The Meditator
You’ve silenced your mind, you're serene as a cow —
But forgot to ask who is the silence now.
19. The Specialist
You know all the terms, you recite every code.
But can't see the cliff at the end of your road.
20. The Winner
You conquered the game — now you own your own cage.
Polished, expensive. Just don’t show your rage.
21. The Pacifist
You chant about peace with your eyes full of glass.
They kick in the door — and you thank them with class.
22. The Artist
Your art is so brave, so edgy, so paid.
Approved by the board. Mass-produced and displayed.
23. The Analyst
You mapped every trend, you compiled every chart —
But failed to locate your own shattered heart.
24. The Liberal
You're open to all, you believe in The New —
Except any truth that’s not funded and blue.
25. The Rebel
You scream in the square, then go clock in at nine.
Your protest is loud. Your compliance — divine.
26. The Mentor
You guided the youth, you shaped every mind —
Now each one’s a copy. Was that your design?
27. The Stoic
You suffer in silence. You swallow your fate.
But that’s not wisdom — just trauma dressed straight.
28. The Thinkfluencer
You publish deep thoughts, you go viral and trend.
But silence and depth are not things you pretend.
29. The Historian
You teach of the past — from an edited pile.
You quote every tyrant. But never their smile.
30. The Diplomat
You mastered the tone, you adjusted your face.
But truth never bends. And neither does grace.
31. The Technocrat
You digitized life. You reduced every soul.
Now watch the machine devour its own goal.
32. The Good Citizen
You vote. You recycle. You wave at the drone.
And never once ask: Why’s the sky made of stone?
33. The Funeral Prayer
So sleep, educated. So rest, certified.
The System is proud. It has nothing to hide.
No soul left to burn, no heart left to dread —
Just neat little rows of the well-educated dead.
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GMO-People
(after a corporate ad)
"Today we’ve launched the 'Neo' line — each product carries a new idea. 'Neo' products: made to change your life!"
— from a TV commercial
(Next up: chauvinist, cosmopolitan, and adiabatic products — each with a matching idea.)
Products are “ideas.”
Ideas are “goods.”
The BEAST has careers
In rebranding hoods:
So fruits we become,
And veggies by name —
Their mission is dumb,
But winning the game.
Just fear and collapse,
All courage is dead.
A few break the traps —
Then vanish instead.
Ideas like pins
Are stabbed in the brain.
Each thought now begins
In poison and pain.
And so — GMO'd
This Human Design.
These ******* explode
Their **** into minds,
Then stir it with flair —
Result? No defense.
Hell’s real estate’s there,
Or bluntly: we're F#CKED.
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GMO-People
(Short Version)
They sell us their lies,
They brand us as goods.
We’re poison, we’re slaves —
This world’s up in floods.
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Commissioned “Research” of Pseudoscience
Ordering a fool from a killer —
An innocent enough affair.
Order “scientific” work —
And pseudoscience will prepare
A trap that blinds its victims,
Causing damage far and wide,
More than all the killers combined —
Used to be the lie was subtle inside.
Half-truths, forgeries, and blatant lies,
These gods of today, so sly.
Their venom stabs from youth’s embrace,
Poisoning minds, stealing grace.
Now the “scientist” is but a ****,
A charlatan — don’t listen, dum-dum.
Here’s the barrow-virus, a sign:
The vermin fall, to Hell they climb.
Commissioned frauds just drain the brain,
To justify the lies they claim —
And the inhuman ones request
Pseudoscience to prove the mess.
The **** will make it soft, you see,
But they’ll **** you — mercilessly.
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Paddling for Yourself
Always paddle, paddle everywhere —
In Hell, all else is just a waste.
Shovel it in — keep it with care,
The only question’s what’s the pay.
Betray and sell, that’s your game,
Or payment’s a troublesome debate.
Be by the trough, never the same —
Harden your heart, leave nerves at the gate.
Be dumb, for the smart will emit
That “smell” which the beasts cannot stand.
With it, outside the trough, you’ll quit —
Bow to the filth with your hand.
Without flattery, you’re no one in Hell —
A ruthless selection, unyielding:
“Rise up,” they’ll say, “only to nothing”—
For only the Evil is pleading.
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Paddling for Yourself
(Short Version)
Paddle, betray, and sell with grace —
In Hell, there's no other place.
Be dumb, be vile, do what you must —
Bow to the filth or die in dust.