Apr 21
In the Rashist Filth...
An old, gray nag, long past his glory,
Prepares to print his sacred lore.
"The crowd" will buy the same old story—
For fools believe it evermore.
Few minds remain, yet they’re excluded,
The “people” have no place for them.
And so, in darkness, undisputed,
All books were lost at fate’s command.
The Führer-madman keeps on preaching,
Three volumes filled with hollow lies.
But who recalls the past deceiving?
For now, this "people"—just a guise.
---------------------
Porridge, Masha—Fate of Ours
Eat your porridge, Masha dear,
Hear a tale of love and grace.
Yet beyond these stories here,
Good is lost without a trace.
All the world decays and crumbles,
Even fairy tales turn vile.
Modern ones are madman’s mumbles—
Have less cake, it’s not worthwhile.
You will need your strength, no question,
Through the Mire you’ll be led.
Fate allows no other direction—
Hell’s the path we all must tread.
---------------------
"Freedom" of Choice
******, Stalin, Mao, Lenin,
Pol ***, Mussolini’s lot...
Soon their paradise is pending—
Lay your neck beneath the slot.
Or, if you prefer, a hanging,
Or the rack—your choice is grand!
Is it freedom they are granting,
Or just Hell at your command?
CowID showed the world’s delusion,
How the "free" were bound in chains.
Now they hail AI’s intrusion,
Lies renewed with cold disdain.
A digital camp is rising,
Not for one, but all mankind.
Hell, by "choice," they are devising,
Where the warden’s gear-designed.
---------------------
Too Many Fools...
So many fools—who could have guessed?
Yet war has sealed their fate so grim.
For years, their land will know unrest,
And shame will never fade from them.
Will they atone? No, fools won’t bother—
A new führer will arise,
To preach "old values," like the other,
And blind them yet again with lies.
Again, he’ll "raise them from their knees,"
Again, they’ll march into the pyre.
No change will come—no hope, no peace,
For Folly's god is their empire.
---------------------
Olympics "twenty" slipped away,
Postponed a year—just one, no more.
The brutes bent all without delay,
For fools still rule this world’s décor.
And worse awaits—just watch them dreaming,
Their twisted minds know no restraint.
A führer raves, his madness screaming:
"We’ve risen strong!"—a bold complaint.
Now he proclaims his grand invasion,
Berlin must shake, D.C. must kneel!
But lies will soon outgrow persuasion,
And reason’s death will be their seal...
---------------------
The Trained Buffoon
A trained buffoon—half-beast, half-human,
A man in name, yet little more.
A scavenger, forever doomed and
Bound to serve the beasts in store.
The wretched sellouts fail to notice
They're mere prey within the snare.
Their masters’ grip is cold and soulless,
Though it feels like thinner air.
Waves unseen engulf their senses,
Sapping will both night and day.
Feeding on their drained defenses,
Stealing souls along the way.
But hear your Heart—its voice still lingers,
Whispering truths they want unknown.
Maybe then, through fate’s cold fingers,
You will claim what is your own...
---------------------
Self-Deception
Self-deception starts so early,
A veil for truths they cannot face.
For sheep stay mute while fires fury,
Content within their fenced embrace.
They tell themselves they're free and guided,
That fate is theirs to rule and steer,
Yet march in line—no choice provided,
Straight to the ***, year after year.
The ruthless ways are not for madness,
They shape a world where sheep obey.
And shepherds preach, in hollow gladness:
"Peace and labor! First of May!"
---------------------
Insanity
Insanity’s when flesh and bone
Suppress the soul, and leave it weak.
The fools are many, cold as stone—
Where inhumanity will speak.
Delusion, madness, fear that binds,
A venom’s grip, a poison’s seed.
The depths of evil’s cruel designs—
Our fate is lost, its course decreed.
---------------------
Fear
Fear has entered, then has gone,
But tyranny remains, lives on.
In youth, it’s taught as "order’s" way,
A truth they’re told, a price to pay.
It drives the mind to think no more,
Replaces thought with shadows’ lore—
And from that void, a twisted mind
Is shaped by greed, by fear, confined.
---------------------
I Remember a Lovely Moment
I remember a moment so sweet,
When we said goodbye, you and I.
For years, after that parting's defeat,
A different sorrow filled my sky.
---------------------
So Many Fools
There are many fools around,
Plus informants, watch your back!
Still believe in God’s profound?
He’s the horned one—take a crack!
---------------------
Folly Organized
Folly's organized and bound,
Built on lies that twist and twine.
Gaia’s lost, her will unwound—
To Moloch she’s confined.
---------------------
The Path Through Dread
The path goes through the dread, the mire,
The soul’s the essence, don’t inquire.
If lost along the way you stray,
Just follow on, though you may sway!
---------------------
The Game Is Lost
The game is lost, the deck is rigged,
No chance to win, no path to stray.
So throw the cards into their grins—
The ones who took the game away...
---------------------
The Way of "States"
A bureaucrat will feed you lies,
And bribes will fill the boss’s hand.
Corruption stays, the truth just dies—
That’s how all "nations" rule the land.
Fake states alone—no others here,
As CowID made clear to see,
When swarms of vermin served with cheer
A reign of lies and lunacy.
---------------------
Buried Talents
Burying talents, then grieving the loss,
Fooled by cheap lies and propaganda's gloss—
So many people have chosen that fate,
Tricked into silence, surrender, and hate.
But such is the price when the Spark is denied:
The world turns to filth, with the Light pushed aside.
Where there's no fire, no soul to stay strong—
Darkness devours, and evil lives long.
---------------------
Dancing on the Ice
Dancing, prancing on the sea—
Though it's frozen, can't you see?
Once it melts, you’re sinking fast.
Such is Bottom dance at last.
That’s the goal the beasts embrace,
And they’ve done it with finesse.
The ice is thinning—cracks in place,
And now comes the great distress.
---------------------
The "Holy" Trinity
The Trinity divides in three:
A god, a ghost, a "father" high.
But God is just a fantasy—
A mask beneath a servant's lie.
This world was shaped by beastly schemes,
By Lucifer, their king declared.
And all is wrapped in smoky dreams
Of false beliefs that none have dared.
---------------------
The Iron Lie
The tempered iron, sharp and cruel,
No longer suits a modern slave.
"Work hard, play smart, obey the rule —
You'll reach the heights you truly crave!
Just save and strive, and you shall rise,
Grow rich beyond your wildest thought..."
That’s how they rule — with gilded lies.
You’ll die beneath them, fool, for naught.
---------------------
Vileness
"Politeness is but a fig leaf for selfishness."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
A fig leaf won’t conceal the rot,
Nor hide the filth, nor mask the stain.
It’s time to end this—like it or not,
No life should drown in dirt and pain.
---------------------
The Futility of Life
The fuss of this futile life,
It weighs down, it’s all I dread.
Only slugs and the dullest strife
Rejoice in life, with minds half-dead.
---------------------
The Precious Broadcast
A precious show, too hard to bear,
To listen to this twisted air—
Clowns who serve the beasts with cheer,
Unmoved, uncaring, year to year.
---------------------
Gulliver’s Fall
Gulliver, once bold and grand,
Now a Lilliputian, less than planned.
The dwarfs are now the ones held high,
Read the new books—they'll tell you why.
---------------------
Song of Deceit
Sing, oh song, across the sky!
That sky is filled with lies that fly—
And drifting there, the foolish roam,
"Real men" lost in their false home.
--- Total 24 poems. ---
An old, gray nag, long past his glory,
Prepares to print his sacred lore.
"The crowd" will buy the same old story—
For fools believe it evermore.
Few minds remain, yet they’re excluded,
The “people” have no place for them.
And so, in darkness, undisputed,
All books were lost at fate’s command.
The Führer-madman keeps on preaching,
Three volumes filled with hollow lies.
But who recalls the past deceiving?
For now, this "people"—just a guise.
---------------------
Porridge, Masha—Fate of Ours
Eat your porridge, Masha dear,
Hear a tale of love and grace.
Yet beyond these stories here,
Good is lost without a trace.
All the world decays and crumbles,
Even fairy tales turn vile.
Modern ones are madman’s mumbles—
Have less cake, it’s not worthwhile.
You will need your strength, no question,
Through the Mire you’ll be led.
Fate allows no other direction—
Hell’s the path we all must tread.
---------------------
"Freedom" of Choice
******, Stalin, Mao, Lenin,
Pol ***, Mussolini’s lot...
Soon their paradise is pending—
Lay your neck beneath the slot.
Or, if you prefer, a hanging,
Or the rack—your choice is grand!
Is it freedom they are granting,
Or just Hell at your command?
CowID showed the world’s delusion,
How the "free" were bound in chains.
Now they hail AI’s intrusion,
Lies renewed with cold disdain.
A digital camp is rising,
Not for one, but all mankind.
Hell, by "choice," they are devising,
Where the warden’s gear-designed.
---------------------
Too Many Fools...
So many fools—who could have guessed?
Yet war has sealed their fate so grim.
For years, their land will know unrest,
And shame will never fade from them.
Will they atone? No, fools won’t bother—
A new führer will arise,
To preach "old values," like the other,
And blind them yet again with lies.
Again, he’ll "raise them from their knees,"
Again, they’ll march into the pyre.
No change will come—no hope, no peace,
For Folly's god is their empire.
---------------------
Olympics "twenty" slipped away,
Postponed a year—just one, no more.
The brutes bent all without delay,
For fools still rule this world’s décor.
And worse awaits—just watch them dreaming,
Their twisted minds know no restraint.
A führer raves, his madness screaming:
"We’ve risen strong!"—a bold complaint.
Now he proclaims his grand invasion,
Berlin must shake, D.C. must kneel!
But lies will soon outgrow persuasion,
And reason’s death will be their seal...
---------------------
The Trained Buffoon
A trained buffoon—half-beast, half-human,
A man in name, yet little more.
A scavenger, forever doomed and
Bound to serve the beasts in store.
The wretched sellouts fail to notice
They're mere prey within the snare.
Their masters’ grip is cold and soulless,
Though it feels like thinner air.
Waves unseen engulf their senses,
Sapping will both night and day.
Feeding on their drained defenses,
Stealing souls along the way.
But hear your Heart—its voice still lingers,
Whispering truths they want unknown.
Maybe then, through fate’s cold fingers,
You will claim what is your own...
---------------------
Self-Deception
Self-deception starts so early,
A veil for truths they cannot face.
For sheep stay mute while fires fury,
Content within their fenced embrace.
They tell themselves they're free and guided,
That fate is theirs to rule and steer,
Yet march in line—no choice provided,
Straight to the ***, year after year.
The ruthless ways are not for madness,
They shape a world where sheep obey.
And shepherds preach, in hollow gladness:
"Peace and labor! First of May!"
---------------------
Insanity
Insanity’s when flesh and bone
Suppress the soul, and leave it weak.
The fools are many, cold as stone—
Where inhumanity will speak.
Delusion, madness, fear that binds,
A venom’s grip, a poison’s seed.
The depths of evil’s cruel designs—
Our fate is lost, its course decreed.
---------------------
Fear
Fear has entered, then has gone,
But tyranny remains, lives on.
In youth, it’s taught as "order’s" way,
A truth they’re told, a price to pay.
It drives the mind to think no more,
Replaces thought with shadows’ lore—
And from that void, a twisted mind
Is shaped by greed, by fear, confined.
---------------------
I Remember a Lovely Moment
I remember a moment so sweet,
When we said goodbye, you and I.
For years, after that parting's defeat,
A different sorrow filled my sky.
---------------------
So Many Fools
There are many fools around,
Plus informants, watch your back!
Still believe in God’s profound?
He’s the horned one—take a crack!
---------------------
Folly Organized
Folly's organized and bound,
Built on lies that twist and twine.
Gaia’s lost, her will unwound—
To Moloch she’s confined.
---------------------
The Path Through Dread
The path goes through the dread, the mire,
The soul’s the essence, don’t inquire.
If lost along the way you stray,
Just follow on, though you may sway!
---------------------
The Game Is Lost
The game is lost, the deck is rigged,
No chance to win, no path to stray.
So throw the cards into their grins—
The ones who took the game away...
---------------------
The Way of "States"
A bureaucrat will feed you lies,
And bribes will fill the boss’s hand.
Corruption stays, the truth just dies—
That’s how all "nations" rule the land.
Fake states alone—no others here,
As CowID made clear to see,
When swarms of vermin served with cheer
A reign of lies and lunacy.
---------------------
Buried Talents
Burying talents, then grieving the loss,
Fooled by cheap lies and propaganda's gloss—
So many people have chosen that fate,
Tricked into silence, surrender, and hate.
But such is the price when the Spark is denied:
The world turns to filth, with the Light pushed aside.
Where there's no fire, no soul to stay strong—
Darkness devours, and evil lives long.
---------------------
Dancing on the Ice
Dancing, prancing on the sea—
Though it's frozen, can't you see?
Once it melts, you’re sinking fast.
Such is Bottom dance at last.
That’s the goal the beasts embrace,
And they’ve done it with finesse.
The ice is thinning—cracks in place,
And now comes the great distress.
---------------------
The "Holy" Trinity
The Trinity divides in three:
A god, a ghost, a "father" high.
But God is just a fantasy—
A mask beneath a servant's lie.
This world was shaped by beastly schemes,
By Lucifer, their king declared.
And all is wrapped in smoky dreams
Of false beliefs that none have dared.
---------------------
The Iron Lie
The tempered iron, sharp and cruel,
No longer suits a modern slave.
"Work hard, play smart, obey the rule —
You'll reach the heights you truly crave!
Just save and strive, and you shall rise,
Grow rich beyond your wildest thought..."
That’s how they rule — with gilded lies.
You’ll die beneath them, fool, for naught.
---------------------
Vileness
"Politeness is but a fig leaf for selfishness."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
A fig leaf won’t conceal the rot,
Nor hide the filth, nor mask the stain.
It’s time to end this—like it or not,
No life should drown in dirt and pain.
---------------------
The Futility of Life
The fuss of this futile life,
It weighs down, it’s all I dread.
Only slugs and the dullest strife
Rejoice in life, with minds half-dead.
---------------------
The Precious Broadcast
A precious show, too hard to bear,
To listen to this twisted air—
Clowns who serve the beasts with cheer,
Unmoved, uncaring, year to year.
---------------------
Gulliver’s Fall
Gulliver, once bold and grand,
Now a Lilliputian, less than planned.
The dwarfs are now the ones held high,
Read the new books—they'll tell you why.
---------------------
Song of Deceit
Sing, oh song, across the sky!
That sky is filled with lies that fly—
And drifting there, the foolish roam,
"Real men" lost in their false home.
--- Total 24 poems. ---
