6d
The Ideology of Slaves
"You have also seen, being present in person,
the Lord’s death on the Cross, which He humbly accepted..."
— Commentary on the Epistle of James.
To meet one's death without a fight,
Forgiving all—this is the creed.
Its goal is clear: to breed a wight
Who bears abuse and calls it need,
Submits to any tyrant’s will.
This slave-born faith—a wretched lie,
A trick for fools, a bitter pill,
A cage where truth is left to die.
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Born in Hell, You Do Not Live
Born in Hell—you rot, not thrive,
Mind and spirit left deprived.
Only raze this Hell to dust,
Or we all will turn to rust.
CowID showed the grand decay,
Greed and madness rule the day.
Yet if cash is all we crave,
Rotten things won't get to stay.
Now the Cataclysm is near,
Wiping out blind fascist fear,
Crushing down the world’s facade—
Built for minds forever flawed.
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Farewell, Fascism
Farewell, fascism—I have dwelled
With you since birth till old and gray.
Brief dreams of “joy” can’t overwhelm
The total madness of your sway.
Like fish adrift in boundless seas,
The dull crowd drifts toward the void,
Too blind to see the filth, the ******
That fascist "norms" have long destroyed.
Against all Nature stands this blight,
This rotten filth, depraved and vile.
But fate will set the balance right—
The truth will purge deceit and guile.
So few are worthy of this land,
So few deserve the right to stay.
They never join, they never stand—
Their fate is death. And so—away…
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Gloom
The ticking clock now speeds its chime—
Not outside, but deep inside.
The world is lost in fears and grime—
Seek the truth where souls reside.
The time is short—no pause, no stay,
So hurry, break the dark’s embrace.
Awake from gloom without delay,
Or let your soul dissolve in waste.
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"Connecting" "yeast"
"Rose from knees"—then fell in slime,
Yeast of chains will rise in time.
Once they spread it through the fields,
Now it's all the nation yields.
Brains replaced—just wait and see,
Fools grow strong like some disease.
To this filth, a sacred brew,
Yeast of chains will serve as fuel.
Reason here can’t stand its ground,
Like a lily sinking down,
Like a man in spotless white
Drowned in filth, bereft of light.
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The Tyrant’s Wrong
The tyrant’s wrong,
But all along,
The filth will always rise on top—
And crush all reason till it stops...
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Death to Thought!
She shakes her curves—a million views.
A fool won’t read, won’t even choose
To glance at verse—so here’s the doom:
Just ban it all—death to thought’s bloom!
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The Old Tale of CowID, Told Again
CowID at a race—how strange...
Did athletes never fall before?
At peak, the body's in a range
Where balance wavers at its core.
A "diagnosis" drawn with ease—
The fiends have hatched a grand deceit,
A "global clinic" built to please,
Where lies are branded as a treat.
Their rule repeats the same old fraud,
Decay and madness flood the land.
Corruption spreads, the times are odd—
Yet still, they tighten their command.
---------------------
Fools on the Road to Hell
These fools obey the “holy” laws,
Submit to lies, embrace the dark.
They call all barriers to cause
The guiding lights, the sacred marks.
Yet down that road, through filth and grime,
They march as Hell unfolds ahead.
They bless the stench and call it prime,
While fiends deceive their empty heads.
The greater lies, the more they cheer,
Cursing those who fall behind,
Shielding fragile hides from fear,
Lest a doubt may scorch their mind.
The final turn—a sign appears:
"CowID" is written bold and bright.
They'll name it "Heaven" without tears,
And mask Hell’s shame in holy light.
---------------------
Inflating Lies
They'll sell you “life that never ends”—
Just don’t complain—obey, be still.
Saint Peter, holding keys, will send
The final sum to match the bill.
Ignore the rules? Then off to Hell—
That’s justice, pure and straight, they claim.
Only sheep through slaughter’s spell
Can reach their Heaven, led by shame.
Yet souls are butchered all the same
When slaves endure without a spark,
When blind submission feeds the game—
Deceit, the priesthood’s ruling mark.
The priest, the goat in power’s guise—
They pour their falsehoods in your ears.
Dare to doubt? You won’t suffice—
The herd rejects what it fears.
Alone you'll stand, but through the night
A deeper truth will light your way.
If you are fearless, keen in sight,
Their hollow lies won’t make you sway.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
"You have also seen, being present in person,
the Lord’s death on the Cross, which He humbly accepted..."
— Commentary on the Epistle of James.
To meet one's death without a fight,
Forgiving all—this is the creed.
Its goal is clear: to breed a wight
Who bears abuse and calls it need,
Submits to any tyrant’s will.
This slave-born faith—a wretched lie,
A trick for fools, a bitter pill,
A cage where truth is left to die.
---------------------
Born in Hell, You Do Not Live
Born in Hell—you rot, not thrive,
Mind and spirit left deprived.
Only raze this Hell to dust,
Or we all will turn to rust.
CowID showed the grand decay,
Greed and madness rule the day.
Yet if cash is all we crave,
Rotten things won't get to stay.
Now the Cataclysm is near,
Wiping out blind fascist fear,
Crushing down the world’s facade—
Built for minds forever flawed.
---------------------
Farewell, Fascism
Farewell, fascism—I have dwelled
With you since birth till old and gray.
Brief dreams of “joy” can’t overwhelm
The total madness of your sway.
Like fish adrift in boundless seas,
The dull crowd drifts toward the void,
Too blind to see the filth, the ******
That fascist "norms" have long destroyed.
Against all Nature stands this blight,
This rotten filth, depraved and vile.
But fate will set the balance right—
The truth will purge deceit and guile.
So few are worthy of this land,
So few deserve the right to stay.
They never join, they never stand—
Their fate is death. And so—away…
---------------------
Gloom
The ticking clock now speeds its chime—
Not outside, but deep inside.
The world is lost in fears and grime—
Seek the truth where souls reside.
The time is short—no pause, no stay,
So hurry, break the dark’s embrace.
Awake from gloom without delay,
Or let your soul dissolve in waste.
---------------------
"Connecting" "yeast"
"Rose from knees"—then fell in slime,
Yeast of chains will rise in time.
Once they spread it through the fields,
Now it's all the nation yields.
Brains replaced—just wait and see,
Fools grow strong like some disease.
To this filth, a sacred brew,
Yeast of chains will serve as fuel.
Reason here can’t stand its ground,
Like a lily sinking down,
Like a man in spotless white
Drowned in filth, bereft of light.
---------------------
The Tyrant’s Wrong
The tyrant’s wrong,
But all along,
The filth will always rise on top—
And crush all reason till it stops...
---------------------
Death to Thought!
She shakes her curves—a million views.
A fool won’t read, won’t even choose
To glance at verse—so here’s the doom:
Just ban it all—death to thought’s bloom!
---------------------
The Old Tale of CowID, Told Again
CowID at a race—how strange...
Did athletes never fall before?
At peak, the body's in a range
Where balance wavers at its core.
A "diagnosis" drawn with ease—
The fiends have hatched a grand deceit,
A "global clinic" built to please,
Where lies are branded as a treat.
Their rule repeats the same old fraud,
Decay and madness flood the land.
Corruption spreads, the times are odd—
Yet still, they tighten their command.
---------------------
Fools on the Road to Hell
These fools obey the “holy” laws,
Submit to lies, embrace the dark.
They call all barriers to cause
The guiding lights, the sacred marks.
Yet down that road, through filth and grime,
They march as Hell unfolds ahead.
They bless the stench and call it prime,
While fiends deceive their empty heads.
The greater lies, the more they cheer,
Cursing those who fall behind,
Shielding fragile hides from fear,
Lest a doubt may scorch their mind.
The final turn—a sign appears:
"CowID" is written bold and bright.
They'll name it "Heaven" without tears,
And mask Hell’s shame in holy light.
---------------------
Inflating Lies
They'll sell you “life that never ends”—
Just don’t complain—obey, be still.
Saint Peter, holding keys, will send
The final sum to match the bill.
Ignore the rules? Then off to Hell—
That’s justice, pure and straight, they claim.
Only sheep through slaughter’s spell
Can reach their Heaven, led by shame.
Yet souls are butchered all the same
When slaves endure without a spark,
When blind submission feeds the game—
Deceit, the priesthood’s ruling mark.
The priest, the goat in power’s guise—
They pour their falsehoods in your ears.
Dare to doubt? You won’t suffice—
The herd rejects what it fears.
Alone you'll stand, but through the night
A deeper truth will light your way.
If you are fearless, keen in sight,
Their hollow lies won’t make you sway.
--- Total 10 poems. ---
