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5d
Mass Conditioning

First, the ****** Youth were roaring,
Now, "our patriots"—as boring.
Minds are fed with slop and fiction,
Shaped by fear and blind submission.

Stronger pressure, bold intrusion,
Breeds a slave’s deluded fusion:
"Free we are!"—their voices falter,
Yet they’ll follow any order.

War has shown the world before—
Masses sinking past the floor.
What comes next? A fate more rotten:
"Minds" conditioned, thought forgotten.



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So-Called "Teacher"

Classroom tyrant, dull and stern,
Makes mind-numbing nonsense learn,
Fills their heads with hollow lies,
Scars their souls and dims their eyes.



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Jelly

Cops aren’t here to guard the streets,
They serve beasts and vile elites.
Placed in numbers far too great,
Just to keep the jelly tamed.

People tremble, soft and weak,
Like a feast for fiends to eat.
Greedy rulers crave it all—
Now the world’s their banquet hall.

This was shown by filth and lies—
Cops uphold what evil buys.
Year by year, the chains grow tighter,
Crushing thought and dimming fighters.

Thus, the world is dirt and gloom,
Reason finds no place to bloom.
Madness reigns, and all obey—
Truth and mind were cast away.



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Quack Brigade

Doctors, dull and rotting-minded,
Twist their oaths and walk stone-blinded.
Servants of the darkest night,
Spitting filth with false delight.

Masks were dropped in CowID madness—
Truth revealed in all its badness.
Fools who trust them pay the price,
Health exchanged for stacks of vice.

Greed now rules—no shame, no sorrow.
Such are times of no tomorrow.
As the world sank down in chains,
No one saw the war remains.



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Cogs of the Beast

A weak little clerk and his boss, fat and grinning—
The cement of fascism, its rule never thinning.
No use to plead, ask, or hope for a say—
Believe in the system? Your mind’s in decay.



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"Science" for Sale

A “scholar” is raised with one goal in his sight—
To prop up the darkness and label it “right.”
“It's proven!”—the fools will obey and will kneel,
For gold buys the “truth” they are paid "to reveal".



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Blind Lessons

Dull preachings of teachers, the books filled with lies,
Shape twisted illusions in ignorant minds.
But few break the spell, see the world with new eyes—
For ages, they’ve frightened, deceived, and confined.



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The Mindless Herd

A mindless herd…
Will darkness be stirred,
Or led to the knife?
Stand up and fight,
Or sink in the blight—
Find light, or lose life.



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Mass "Culture"

The self dissolves in "culture’s tide",
Where fools chase pleasure, greed, and pride.
They’re easy pawns—just spread more lies,
And watch them cheer as reason dies.



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To the Light!

The soul is weak,
The mind is breaking.
We've hit the deep—
Madness is taking.

Forget the light,
And filth will find you—
Fear, pain, and blight
Will wrap and blind you.

So fight the Dark—
The cure is daring!
Cast lies apart,
Seek light, unsparing!



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The end justifies the way —
That’s the legacy we stay:
Means became the tools of sin,
Simply put — we’re beasts within.



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The Snitches

A snitch is quiet, sly, and still —
Loves to listen, loves to spy.
Secret service bends its will,
Catching rebels by the lie.

Words are all some dare to say —
Snitches lurk in every place.
Hundreds, thousands fell their prey
In the Soviet dark embrace...



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The World’s Unbroken Dark, or Good Night, Little Ones

Good night… But don’t be quick to rest,
The Endless Night is not your nest.
A false peace poisons souls inside,
While butchers wake and plan their tide.

They never sleep—deceit is might
In wars where reason lost the fight.
The peaceful sons of homeland dear
Prefer to dream, not see, nor hear.

And so, lethargic, on they tread,
Their final path to where it led—
A coward bows his foolish head
Before he's numbered with the dead.



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Hark! The Nonsense Floods Again

Hark! Again the nonsense flows—
Culture’s mask in fresh disguise.
Be a brute who only knows:
World is nothing—and so I.



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The Nothing All Around and Old Man Rot

A new Führer—same old fool,
Nothing’s changing, that’s the rule.
Culture’s fading, cold and grim…
Who’s their idol? Look at him!



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Solitude

It is hard, forever straining,
Drains your strength, builds up your spite.
If you wish to keep from staining
Your own soul—then leave the blight.

In the silence, thought is clearer,
Free from all their empty creeds.
Rot is spreading ever nearer—
Madness rules, and madness breeds.

CowID showed the world’s condition:
Few stood firm, the rest obeyed.
Fools were ruled by sheer submission,
Fed with fear and lies they swayed.



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In the Rot

When you plan, don’t let the lies
Slip away—they're everywhere.
Deep within you, too, it thrives,
And enslaves you—so beware.

Since your childhood, you’ve been taught:
"Stick and carrot"—rule obeyed.
Brutes enforce it as they ought,
Turning all the world to decay.

Trust your gut, let reason guide,
Sharpen thought, keep vision new.
Leave the fools who rot inside,
Drown in minds both fresh and true.

Spirit leads, the mind’s its page,
Free to soar and carve its trail.
Conscience walks with you—be sage.
All else rots, corrupt, and frail.



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Lie anew!
Deceive once more!
That’s the essence
Of Darkest lore.



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Literary Struggles

All efforts fail, just like before,
As reason fights—a battle sore—
Yet crushed beneath the wheel of fear,
Where ugliness steers ever near.

That wheel rolls on through land and sea,
Destroying all that dares to be.
Refuse to serve a hollow lie?
Then pedal fast, or say goodbye.

Or else it grinds you into dust,
For creatures vile control its ******.
And faster, faster on it goes
Toward the world's most filthy close.



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Attack of Lies

The filthiest lies begin their fight,
A fresh assault, a wicked storm.
The ghouls command with dark delight,
To crush what little mind was born.

Yet minds are few—this war’s been raging
For centuries, the same old game.
So serve the Mind, its truth engaging,
Expose the brutes, unmask their shame.

Unfair the fight, but through this trial,
Your Soul stays safe from rotting lies.
So heed its call—it stands on high, while
A mind below is chaos-wise.

Mind is king, and Spirit—God,
A truth once known, yet cast aside.
But if you stand with heart unflawed,
You won’t let that be brushed aside.



--- Total 20 poems. ---
Igor Vykhovanets
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Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
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