Mar 15
Breaking the Bottom as a Global Sport
The sport of hitting rock bottom's thriving,
More loved than football, far and wide.
No ranks, no borders—none surviving.
The final set. Match point. Decide!
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Faith in the Kind Intentions of the Reigning Evil
Winds of "change" arise,
Sweeping old world ties.
Evil shapes it all—
Trust it, and you fall.
Lies will guide your way,
Toil or death to stay.
Choices? None at all—
Satan rules with thrall.
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The new Ruling Sharps
Suits won’t show, the game's unfair,
High cards lost without a trace.
Yet they swear—no tricks, they swear!
Just new cheats now run the place.
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Burning the Nonsense
It’s time to burn—this filth and grime,
This wretched sludge, this waste of time.
The rabbit hole is packed so tight,
And He who made this world of blight
Keeps pressing down, a ruthless force,
Blind to the limits of this course.
The Lord of Lies, lost in his game,
Has surely gone completely insane...
But then a distant glow arose,
It stirred the Sun—its fire grows.
Its mighty light will cleanse the stain,
And burn the madness once again.
What comes next? None can say.
Yet as the End draws near, don’t stray
Into self-deceit and lies—
Then you may see through their disguise.
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Feminism, or Our Masha
Masha’s mind is in a haze,
Not from malice—just her ways.
Poisoned thoughts, a bitter blend—
"Trained to labor" till the end...
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Our Masha
Masha dreams of kids and gold,
Hunts a goat both fat and bold.
Plenty goats are roaming near,
But the gold? It’s never clear.
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The True Original Sin
Greed?
Take heed—
If bright, sincere,
No bows, no lies, no trace of fear—
Then wealth won’t come, but neither shame,
For lies and gold are much the same.
Deceivers thrive in markets grim,
Where truth is sold for profit’s whim.
A poet starving stays divine—
He won’t commit that primal crime.
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Almost Chess…
A knight’s move—
Chance to prove.
One step more—
Checkmate’s shore.
Darkness nears,
Ends all gears.
Mind will fall,
Shadows call…
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Deadly Shame
Thunder roars—
Rain then pours.
Lies the same—
Death in name.
Fraud runs deep,
Nations sleep.
Like CowID,
Shame can bleed.
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Strike, Don’t Cry
Strike—don’t weep,
Let fate decide.
Ignore the heap—
God will judge, not pride.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
The sport of hitting rock bottom's thriving,
More loved than football, far and wide.
No ranks, no borders—none surviving.
The final set. Match point. Decide!
---------------------
Faith in the Kind Intentions of the Reigning Evil
Winds of "change" arise,
Sweeping old world ties.
Evil shapes it all—
Trust it, and you fall.
Lies will guide your way,
Toil or death to stay.
Choices? None at all—
Satan rules with thrall.
---------------------
The new Ruling Sharps
Suits won’t show, the game's unfair,
High cards lost without a trace.
Yet they swear—no tricks, they swear!
Just new cheats now run the place.
---------------------
Burning the Nonsense
It’s time to burn—this filth and grime,
This wretched sludge, this waste of time.
The rabbit hole is packed so tight,
And He who made this world of blight
Keeps pressing down, a ruthless force,
Blind to the limits of this course.
The Lord of Lies, lost in his game,
Has surely gone completely insane...
But then a distant glow arose,
It stirred the Sun—its fire grows.
Its mighty light will cleanse the stain,
And burn the madness once again.
What comes next? None can say.
Yet as the End draws near, don’t stray
Into self-deceit and lies—
Then you may see through their disguise.
---------------------
Feminism, or Our Masha
Masha’s mind is in a haze,
Not from malice—just her ways.
Poisoned thoughts, a bitter blend—
"Trained to labor" till the end...
---------------------
Our Masha
Masha dreams of kids and gold,
Hunts a goat both fat and bold.
Plenty goats are roaming near,
But the gold? It’s never clear.
---------------------
The True Original Sin
Greed?
Take heed—
If bright, sincere,
No bows, no lies, no trace of fear—
Then wealth won’t come, but neither shame,
For lies and gold are much the same.
Deceivers thrive in markets grim,
Where truth is sold for profit’s whim.
A poet starving stays divine—
He won’t commit that primal crime.
---------------------
Almost Chess…
A knight’s move—
Chance to prove.
One step more—
Checkmate’s shore.
Darkness nears,
Ends all gears.
Mind will fall,
Shadows call…
---------------------
Deadly Shame
Thunder roars—
Rain then pours.
Lies the same—
Death in name.
Fraud runs deep,
Nations sleep.
Like CowID,
Shame can bleed.
---------------------
Strike, Don’t Cry
Strike—don’t weep,
Let fate decide.
Ignore the heap—
God will judge, not pride.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
