Tightening the Screws

The screws turn tighter every day,
Yet they still lie—it’s freedom’s way.
And if the threads begin to break,
They'll simply say, "Tough luck, to take."



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A Fool Will Dig Your Grave

A fool will drive you to the grave,
No space for tests—none left to save.
And thanks to them, this world’s a mess,
A sinking ship in deep distress.



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Panda. The Leaf-Chewing Crew

A panda gang, a munching horde,
Left nothing standing—none restored.
Those from the North, the brownish kind,
Dragged all culture far behind,

Devoured it all. And fools, you see,
Are still called "the people"—free.
They graze, endure, believe the lie—
On scraps they feed, and think they’ll thrive.



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Wishing Them Success? What a Jest!

Wishing **** success? What a jest!
A fearless man, upright and blessed,
Won’t stand with them, won’t play their game—
Unless he joins their rotten chain.

Alone, he’ll never break the wall,
His strength will shatter, lose it all.
For everywhere that you may go,
The iron-hearted run the show.



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Ukraine Will Win

Ukraine will win—have no doubt,
The stench of rashism is fading out.
With "glorious past" and "rising tall,"
That filth can’t reach success at all.



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A "Miracle" Song? Not Quite That Strong

A “miracle” song—what a claim,
Yet poetry’s barely the heart of the game.
The music comes first, as they try to enchant,
Luring the crowd with a cheap, hollow chant.

The lyrics, once artful, now turn into jokes,
A parody drowned in the trash for the folks.
What once held meaning is lost in the beat—
Dumbed down to keep the masses on heat.



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Cupid’s Aim

When Cupid strikes, his arrow flies,
And reason fades before your eyes.
Love’s old law—no way to pass:
You’ll end up as a foolish ***.



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TV Trash Bin

Their TV tales are bold and bright—
A paradise is soon in sight!
Yet all they do is flush the minds
Of fools who fall for empty lines.

They pour their lies straight in your ears,
Call **** "divine" to mask your fears.
Their goal is clear—your soul to break,
For weak minds bend when thoughts misplace.



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Liposuction of the Mind

Liposuction of the mind’s a dream—
A cure that's nowhere to be seen.
In fascist filth, through lies we’ve strayed,
Now lost in what they’ve falsely made.

We need to drain the evil fat,
From minds where wicked thoughts are at.
Without it, Earth will soon be lost,
Under the Goat’s oppressive cost.



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Do you control your phone, my friend,
Or does it lead you to the end?
You’ll face addiction, it’s a fact,
As it pulls at your mind, intact.



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The Bomber Brings Peace

The bomber brings peace from the skies—
On barren land, no discord lies.
The world’s a target, clear and wide,
Where a sharp shot will turn the tide.



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Faith in “God” is part of game,
Fake science too, just the same.
The spirit’s voice has been suppressed,
For the system’s rule is a beast’s quest.



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Hard to Learn – but Easy Dying

To learn is hard—the words are burning,
Their goal—the LAST AND FINAL FIGHT.
Yet every age keeps blindfold yearning,
Believing "leaders" show the light.

But he who leads—the Lord of Sorrow,
He thrives on torment, death, and pain.
The lie conceals a dark tomorrow,
And thus, its value must remain.

For BEASTS who feed on death and slaughters,
No reason matters—just the feast.
A little falsehood, tripled orders,
And DEAD SOULS march to **** the "beast."



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Kinda "Success"

Our fool is drained, his strength is gone,
Just waiting for "success" to shine.
So many crave it—yet it's won
By those who trade their soul and mind.

If you won’t sell—your odds are thin,
To "rise" is near impossible.
You won’t achieve a single thing
If truth makes even friends feel ill.

But vent the steam, don't stir up hate,
Let sarcasm be mild and neat.
Just nudge a bit—don’t agitate,
Forget decay and blind deceit.

Then, maybe, crowds will grant you fame.
Decadence? Sure, but stay in line.
Don’t dare to shout, "The world's insane!"—
And fate might toss you a few dimes.



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Open Wide the Faithful Gate

Bow and pray—don’t hesitate,
Worship now, before it’s late.
God is gone—since time’s creation,
Only demons rule the nation.

Is the world a wretched mess?
Satan’s work—no more, no less.
Still, you trust the priest’s decree,
Scholars’ tales—deceptive, free.

Are they lying for the Lord,
Or does Satan pull the cord?
Doubt is dead, no questions rise,
Gutless minds make sheep of lives...



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Literary "Ghosts"

Dumas had "ghosts"—a silent crew,
He wrote a lot, and so they drew.
The habit spread through every nation,
A thriving trade—pure exploitation.

Some "authors" steal with no regret,
Their finest lines were never penned.
Yet ghostwork yields no true perfection—
Just one more fraud in all directions.



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Hellish Bliss, or Flush 'Em Down

The fools’ own paradise stands tall—
It’s long been thriving.
Just few remain—mere men and all—
Where LIES are grinding.

They call it "God’s great world," you see,
A joke, for certain.
So go and flush them down with glee—
No rules, no burden.

A noble citizen you’ll be—
A pawn for scoundrels.
You’ll live till gray, but never free—
Among the HUNGRY.

For heads in heaven serve one call—
To chew and swallow.
And if you stand against them all—
Life pays you hollow.



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A New Strategy

Knock the tumbler, make it sway,
Shift its center—watch it fall!
"Simpleton" now sees the way,
What a breakthrough—best of all!

Tumbling dolls are everywhere,
Strength in numbers, dumb but loud.
Yet they’re built beyond repair,
Meant for wars of times long past.

But today, the fools hold might—
Crush their lies, don’t let them stand!
Tilt their balance, shift their fight—
End the slaughter, break their plan.



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The Hard Question of Reason

A fur-clad beast or mind that’s free?
Fake "science" spreads like leprosy.
Pavlov’s dogs are all around—
Two-legged ones, so well dumbed down.

Through deceit, they’ve reached the pit,
Yet they thrived and cashed on it.
Call the herd "a thinking nation"—
BEASTS require such persuasion.

Say "progress"—reason fades away,
And soon no mind will see the day.
That truth was clear with CowID’s game,
Where fools embraced their chains of shame.

A digital camp is on the rise,
The rats build walls, control the skies.
"AI" will serve the mindless masses—
Their final gift—before it crashes.



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"A-Grade" Preachers

The "honored" fools, so dull, so bleak,
Still teach us how to think and speak.
It would be kinder, truth be told,
To end them quick—just break the mold.

The more they breed, the worse they get,
No talent, just the same regret.
And fighting fools is growing tough—
Deception’s grip is strong enough.

Now lies are all the world can hear,
And reason fades—it disappears.
With every blow, the madness grows,
Till thought itself is laid to close…



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No to a World Gone Mad!

Not all thoughts are truly yours—
Lies hang heavy in the air.
Drowned in falsehood, lost in wars,
Reason gasps but finds no care.

Little left that’s truly real,
Madness spreads—a beast unfed.
Saying "no" takes iron will,
Truth is crushed by waves of dread.

No to tyrants, no to chains!
Shame to those who bow and serve!
Crying "no!" still hope remains—
NO—to Rot and Rule Absurd!



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The Sheepish World

Deceit and fear, betrayals, lies,
Corruption, darkness—filth unfurled.
Sheep stand in pens, with empty eyes,
Then march to slaughter, by command.

Just plant the myth of "freedom" deep,
And flocks will never break their chain.
But few refuse to be like sheep—
Their very presence sparks disdain.

And fewer still can stand the fight,
Defying all, they face the curse.
Like rare birds lost in endless night,
You'll find them where the world is worse.



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Fading into Summer

We drift into the endless fade,
Slaves to delusion, bound by fear.
No other fate for us is made—
The path we walk is crystal clear.



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The Measure of "Faith"

Faith is nothing but the leash,
The rest is nonsense, lies, and speech.
Your mind is lost in myths so blind—
Cast off the noise that clouds your mind!

Awaken instinct, trust your way,
The climb is hard, but don’t delay:
It’s not a heaven you will find,
But clarity, a sharpened mind.



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Absurdity

To the Moon they "fly" like wonders,
Spreading "plagues", the world’s unclean...
Is it just some minor blunders?
CowID showed the rot within.

Cargo-leaders drive the cattle,
Fools to slaughter, blind, betrayed.
Drowned in darkness, lost in battle,
Is the world beyond dismay?

Are there hopes for new ascension,
Or is madness all we see?
Will catastrophe’s dissension
Set the rotten spirit free?

Few oppose—their will unbroken,
Standing firm against decay.
They are few, yet not forsaken.
Not forsaken—till the day...



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The Sickle and the Stone

The clash of steel and stone grows weaker,
For stones are vanishing each day.
And when the last is gone, the reapers
Will sweep the fields without delay.

They’ll place that stone in halls of glory—
The toil will end, the fight be done.
But stand your ground, though hard and lonely,
And never yield to anyone.



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To Fly Is Simple

To soar the skies—what’s there to master?
A mole might take to flight one day,
And digging deep, yet learning faster,
It’ll forge ahead its way.

Beasts would strive with zeal unshaken
To end their evolution’s run.
But fools, by ancient filth forsaken,
Still dream Nirvana can be won.

The wise will rise and leave behind them
This madhouse, doomed to crash and burn.
Yet those who dwell where chains still bind them—
Their reckoning will come in turn.

This world’s an asylum, lost and broken,
Too many madmen, few who see.
So rise—if freedom is your token,
And fear no "god’s harsh penalty".



--- Total 27 poems. ---