C’est la vie—just lies and cries,
Drowning in its blood and blindness,
If you judge with brutal kindness.



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A colony of germs, you see,
Exists through outside sway.
But fools believe the foul decree
And march to death each day.

Their minds are just a hollow shell—
A human, wise and free?
Like melting snow, where ice still fell,
Drowned deep in lunacy—
For centuries, we see...



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Madness is repeating,
Yet hoping for a change,
As fools dream of a heaven
That always stays the same.

Decay is all around us,
And failure rules the day—
Just look at daily living:
A rot that won’t decay.



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Curbing threats through “learning” and “refinement”

They sift through prose and verses,
Select them with great care—
For thoughts can be subversive
If minds are sharp, aware.

And so they preach of Shakespeare,
His lines—a lifeless drone,
While pushing local heroes,
Exalting just their own.

Each nation hails its “genius,”
A figure from the past,
And if none ever lived there—
They’ll make one up real fast.

The fools will chant and follow,
Embrace the phantom lore,
For books that break their hollow
Minds—censored evermore.

Survival beats all morals,
Who cares if Evil wins?
The wars are fought with equals,
Yet praised as noble sins.

Thus fear and lies now bind us,
Deception rules the land—
And beasts within still guide us,
Held firm in Evil’s hand.



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Pale Horse and Harlots

Corrupt and soulless cops,
Officials—leeches, slops,
Elite’s marionettes,
And politicians—pets.

The "people"? Fools, it’s clear—
Two-thirds are blind in fear.
The Pale Horse rides our way,
A debt we all must pay—
For reason torn asunder,
For vows we dragged through thunder,
For souls betrayed in slumber.



--- Total 5 poems. ---