Subspecies of Man

Could a sleeping god be hiding
In a world of fools? Not quite.
There are types of men abiding—
Most are nothing, void of light.

Slaves and madness wouldn't fester
If the masses held a spark.
Tyrants wouldn’t rule and pester—
They would vanish in the dark.

Yet the kind who feel and reason—
Just a fading, dying breed.
And this truth is not a vision—
CowID made it plain to read.



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In orderly rows...

"First God created idiots, that was for practice. Then He created schools."
— Mark Twain

He first made fools—just for training,
Then schools—so He took a short rest.
But fools, never doubting nor waning,
Set out on their ignorant quest.

They rushed, never waiting for sages,
Whom God had yet to prepare.
Lost wandering through foolish mazes?
Well, you chose your fate—so beware...



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The Net of Nothingness

Emotions burn, and thoughts decay—
A bleak, relentless tide is turning.
The wretched dream of wealth each day,
While life itself is blind and burning.

Dark horns are rising everywhere—
They drive the world into perdition.
Now evil sheds its thin veneer,
And soon mankind will face submission.

But Satan’s rule will not remain—
It falls, and with it, blind oppression.
A fool, baptized in fascist bane,
Will share its fate without confession.

Yet Higher Forces stand above—
They’ll cleanse the world, erase corruption.
The twisted minds that cheered on war
Shall fuel the fire of destruction.

And what of those who kept their soul?
The truth will soon dispel the lie.
How long till judgment takes its toll?
The years are numbered—time runs dry...



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The End of a Dream

Time is tightening like a noose—
No escape, no turning back.
New-wave hounds are on the loose,
Spreading fascism in their track.

March to camps that span the earth,
Or face your fate with honor bright.
Fools embrace their chains from birth—
Only flames can end the blight.

Sunlight rises, burning higher,
Brighter, fiercer every day.
Yet the world’s grown none the wiser—
Only fire burns decay!



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Degradation

CowID and wars have made it clear—
The world’s consumed by mindless haze.
Mankind has sunk beneath the sheer
Abyss of fascist, darkened days.

Since ancient times, they’ve known but chains,
Yet masked their madness with disguise.
There once was Light—but now remains
Just fear and Mirage in their eyes.



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The End

The hounds of tyranny repeat
Their lies to fools, their chorus loud.
They claim the law still holds its seat,
Yet crack their whips to break the crowd.

They strike down all who dare resist—
So trust them not, stand up, defy!
And if your life hangs off the abyss,
Then hold your ground—don’t fear to die.

New ways to fight—that is the key,
But people rot in fear, alone.
They hide in holes, refuse to see,
Too weak to claim what once was known.

So hope is scarce, the odds are grim,
And fate now whispers in the dark:
The End has come—stand tall, not dim,
And meet it with unyielding spark.



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Sheep and Crows – A Half-Fable

By the gate they stand in flocks—
Not the people, just the sheep.
Crows above them spread their talks,
Spinning lies both old and cheap.

With each tale the fools delight,
Dreaming of some "brighter" fate.
Idiots, so lost in night,
Gladly walk on through the gate.

But that gate leads to the pen—
Slaughter waits, the shears are near.
Crows keep croaking lies again,
Drowning out the cries of fear.



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Half-Measures, Hollow Thought

Half a mind and half a stand,
Yet claim you're wise, brave, just, and grand.
But strip away the vain disguise—
A wretched fraud is what you hide.



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Almost for Car Lovers...

Hit the gas instead of braking
If you seek to reach the goal.
Through a world of war and faking,
Grasp at least a piece of soul.

Catastrophe is fast approaching—
There's no time for empty tales.
All this wicked world’s encroaching,
Yet pure souls will ride the gales.

For the bright, this is salvation—
So press on and chase the fight!
Know you’re on the right foundation
When resistance grows with might.



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Youth Is Filled with Nonsense

Youth is stuffed with hollow lies,
Leave them all behind!
Only instinct, trained and wise,
Helps to clear the mind.

Fail, and all that useless weight
Drags you down for good.
Truth demands you separate
Falsehood from what’s true.

Seek the answers on your own,
Let no herd decide.
What the masses claim as known
Is but noise and pride.

Youth is filled with nonsense—why?
Memory’s a cage.
When it overflows with lies,
Reason dies of age.



--- Total 10 poems. ---