5d
Thrillers and action-packed stories,
Movies with bang, boom, and blast,
Spread like a plague in their glory,
Dulling our minds far too fast.
Game shows and soap operas, endless,
Swallow us into their net.
Where there should be tigers—defenseless,
Lies just a docile herd yet.
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Lofty ambitions—
Like tales of magicians—
Seem out of your sight?
But if you keep striving,
Keep pushing and driving,
You'll climb to the height!
If not—no denying,
You'll end up just sighing.
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The Journey Begins
Strive for greatness, keep on going,
Even if your strength is small.
Step by step, the path keeps growing,
Till you can’t recall the fall.
Skill will rise, and strength will follow,
Mind will clear from all decay.
Start from filth, though dark and hollow—
Only will can light the way.
Like a race that lasts for ages,
Masters rise through years of trial.
No set rules, no measured stages—
Hear what Nature speaks in style.
Light of Nature shapes your being,
While the world is lost in shame.
This is not a race, nor fleeting,
But your soul's eternal flame.
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Rashism
The children march in line,
With Z-marks on their backs.
The tyrants call it fine,
Deceit fuels their attacks.
And when they come of age,
The butcher sends them in.
Their parents feel no rage—
Rashism dwells within.
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A marching chant from days of old,
In schools—Marxist-Lenin lore.
Shaped to fit a thoughtless mold,
Is it communism or war?
---------------------
The Fall
The fall goes on—yet they proclaim
It’s “progress” in disguise.
Decay is spreading, lies inflame,
Deception weights our eyes.
The mind is now a rare elite,
And honor? Lost, long gone.
“Just live for joy” is the deceit
Of souls forever numb.
The fools have reached a massive scale,
Too vast to turn the tide.
No hope remains—their twisted trail
Lets evil march with pride.
And so, enraged, the Earth resists,
Rejecting all this ****.
The burning sun now sears the twists
Of darkness overcome.
Disaster looms, it won’t be long—
The final years unwind.
We’ve reached the bottom, proved them wrong…
Now comes The End Of Time.
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We all built a grand utopia!
Yet got a useless pile...
Stop bowing to ideologia—
A mouse gave birth to a mile!
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Police States
They glorify the men in blue,
So unchecked power seems all right—
Your "rights" erased without a clue,
While "freedom" vanishes from sight.
Through endless films, they sell the lie—
A game where justice plays its part.
They flood our minds with empty cries,
So truth dissolves in filth and art.
This global scheme distorts the past,
Yet pushed too far, the tale unfolds:
Their “noble cop” is just a farce,
A clueless pawn the system molds.
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Greed and folly—what a fashion,
All foundations left to die.
Yet they pose with “mind” and passion—
Masked-up donkeys strutting by...
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Subspecies of Man
Could a sleeping god be hidden
Among fools? That can’t be so…
Man is split in kinds, yet most
Are but nothing, mere shadow.
Tyranny could never flourish
If the Light still had a say.
Were the masses not so hollow,
Chains would crumble in a day.
Few stay honest, few stay caring—
They’re a dying, fading kind.
And this truth, though bleak, unsparing,
CowID made it clear to find.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
Movies with bang, boom, and blast,
Spread like a plague in their glory,
Dulling our minds far too fast.
Game shows and soap operas, endless,
Swallow us into their net.
Where there should be tigers—defenseless,
Lies just a docile herd yet.
---------------------
Lofty ambitions—
Like tales of magicians—
Seem out of your sight?
But if you keep striving,
Keep pushing and driving,
You'll climb to the height!
If not—no denying,
You'll end up just sighing.
---------------------
The Journey Begins
Strive for greatness, keep on going,
Even if your strength is small.
Step by step, the path keeps growing,
Till you can’t recall the fall.
Skill will rise, and strength will follow,
Mind will clear from all decay.
Start from filth, though dark and hollow—
Only will can light the way.
Like a race that lasts for ages,
Masters rise through years of trial.
No set rules, no measured stages—
Hear what Nature speaks in style.
Light of Nature shapes your being,
While the world is lost in shame.
This is not a race, nor fleeting,
But your soul's eternal flame.
---------------------
Rashism
The children march in line,
With Z-marks on their backs.
The tyrants call it fine,
Deceit fuels their attacks.
And when they come of age,
The butcher sends them in.
Their parents feel no rage—
Rashism dwells within.
---------------------
A marching chant from days of old,
In schools—Marxist-Lenin lore.
Shaped to fit a thoughtless mold,
Is it communism or war?
---------------------
The Fall
The fall goes on—yet they proclaim
It’s “progress” in disguise.
Decay is spreading, lies inflame,
Deception weights our eyes.
The mind is now a rare elite,
And honor? Lost, long gone.
“Just live for joy” is the deceit
Of souls forever numb.
The fools have reached a massive scale,
Too vast to turn the tide.
No hope remains—their twisted trail
Lets evil march with pride.
And so, enraged, the Earth resists,
Rejecting all this ****.
The burning sun now sears the twists
Of darkness overcome.
Disaster looms, it won’t be long—
The final years unwind.
We’ve reached the bottom, proved them wrong…
Now comes The End Of Time.
---------------------
We all built a grand utopia!
Yet got a useless pile...
Stop bowing to ideologia—
A mouse gave birth to a mile!
---------------------
Police States
They glorify the men in blue,
So unchecked power seems all right—
Your "rights" erased without a clue,
While "freedom" vanishes from sight.
Through endless films, they sell the lie—
A game where justice plays its part.
They flood our minds with empty cries,
So truth dissolves in filth and art.
This global scheme distorts the past,
Yet pushed too far, the tale unfolds:
Their “noble cop” is just a farce,
A clueless pawn the system molds.
---------------------
Greed and folly—what a fashion,
All foundations left to die.
Yet they pose with “mind” and passion—
Masked-up donkeys strutting by...
---------------------
Subspecies of Man
Could a sleeping god be hidden
Among fools? That can’t be so…
Man is split in kinds, yet most
Are but nothing, mere shadow.
Tyranny could never flourish
If the Light still had a say.
Were the masses not so hollow,
Chains would crumble in a day.
Few stay honest, few stay caring—
They’re a dying, fading kind.
And this truth, though bleak, unsparing,
CowID made it clear to find.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
