2d
Antibiotics & More
The cure brings more harm
Than the sickness itself.
They’re breeding alarm —
Degenerates by stealth.
Fear is the gear
That drives their machine…
Or drags us near
To the end unseen.
The press will praise
Whatever's vile —
Each trend it plays
Spells doom in style.
No path remains,
No way to flee —
The world is chained
By greed’s decree.
And most obey
With shaking knees —
“Medicine” today
Is war’s disease.
"AIDS" and CowID
Told the tale:
The worms believe —
The world’s gone pale.
---------------------
Mephistopheles Like Potatoes
— sprouting everywhere —
His ascent ensures disasters,
Fools now serve the devil’s lair.
Satanism’s in the system,
Plain for anyone to see —
It reveals itself in “-isms,”
Like Rashism’s sick decree.
Idiocy floods the nations —
Mephisto’s horde in full parade.
Satan plays a god’s creation,
Leads the herds, well-trained, betrayed.
CowID exposed the numbers —
Just how dumb the masses are.
And Rashism, born from embers,
Showed the world has sunk too far.
Yes, the soul feels sick and bitter
From this global mental ward.
Hardly any minds left fitter —
Thus we wait for End’s reward.
---------------------
Read, Dream, and Die
Just read brain-dead books all day,
Watch some *** shake on your screen —
Millions click that mindless way,
Mouths full, chewing loud and mean.
Swallow lies from beastly freaks,
TV preaching rot to swine.
Planet Earth begins to creak —
As they jab each drooling line
Of CowID — that cursed "disease"
(No one sane should speak the name).
Spirit crushed, and Reason flees —
While the masses rot in shame.
Earth is sick of every fool,
So she shakes and floods and burns.
If she doesn’t break the rule,
Soon in filth the world will churn.
---------------------
Tugging the Blanket for Oneself
The slaves are filled with endless strife —
Each pulling the rag towards their side.
Unity, from the start, has died,
And pride destroys those left in life.
It leads them slowly to delusion —
A fallen slave claims liberty,
While drowning in confusion,
Since childhood shaped their slavery.
Gradually, the world’s no longer
A concern, no fate to seek,
And the slave will justify, much stronger,
The collar that they dare to speak.
Excuses call for reason’s sway,
But “philosophers” just lead astray.
In misery, they find their end —
The failures only have one friend.
---------------------
City or Garden?
A garden, where the butts stick out,
Turnips for heads — buried in the dirt.
Scratch your feet, and, with a shout,
A sprout will pierce the earth.
Lies are spread, and they proclaim
A new breed’s grown in the field —
The peoples serve, in fear and shame,
Respecting CowID's sealed yield.
Marching off to war, they stand,
Veggies in neat array.
To shout out? That’s a distant plan —
The Führer hears the beast, they say.
The agents still, all in their line:
Foreign ones and such — it’s time
To build some statues, cold and fine,
Of ***** with their helmets, prime.
In the media, filth will rise —
A lie so simple, just like ****.
They’ll grow it bigger in disguise —
Then harvest it with glee and bliss.
---------------------
The honey’s fake, but still they eat.
A century or two ago,
It used to taste of golden sweet —
Now worse is all we seem to know.
The Law of Shrinking takes its toll,
All things degrade, all things grow thin.
Even grains have lost their soul —
Less good stuff now lies within.
What once gave life is drained instead,
And no, it’s not some madman's tale —
These facts are clear. All life is led
To walk a slow, declining trail.
Add GMOs and poison sprays,
Add E-codes, filth you’d best forget —
It doesn’t just evolve this way:
They breed a brand-new man — “Meh.”
Then came CowID — what a feat!
The sheep all stood in perfect line.
Now reason's nearly in retreat —
The world’s gone mad... by "grand design".
---------------------
It’s not the madness of commands —
But zeal from blindly serving hands.
The overdrive of fools,
Ruled by twisted tools,
Stuns the sane and wise —
Hope fades from their eyes.
What struck me most in CowID?
Not the orders from the breed,
But the lies embraced with pride,
And the eagerness to ride.
---------------------
Steam
“Politeness is a tacit agreement to ignore and not highlight each other’s moral and intellectual poverty.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer
Curse loud, be rude, unleash your spite!
Cool down — then shout it out all night.
The world has sunk to Hell’s own floor —
Just filth and madness, nothing more.
Through war and CowID, minds decay.
The soulless beasts now rule the day.
No shame, grotesque, nor bitter jest
Can slay the monsters or their fest.
It won't undo this freak parade —
But steam must out, or you'll collapse.
So scream against the whole charade —
Be fierce, be bold — don’t hold it back!
---------------------
What Matters More — A Friend or Truth?
“Plato’s my friend, but truth I cherish more...”
In time, the fools — their masks, the tired décor —
These “friends” in form, but hollow at their core —
Disgusted me, though I had fought before.
With such as these — the “close,” the “dear,” the “known” —
You ask no more; the deeper truth has shown.
You smell the lie, no need to weigh or measure —
You turn within — where truth becomes your treasure.
---------------------
It’s Just in Your Nature!
"Habit is second nature."
— Aristotle
Habit? It’s the only kind.
No deeper nature will you find.
But culture—cheap, corrupt, and fake—
Calls lies and madness “nature’s sake.”
We're used to lies, the world’s insane,
Like fish who don’t perceive the rain.
What’s hell to us, to sheep feels fine —
They graze and never see the sign.
But you — you are a spark divine.
No cage of “nature” can confine
That light within. It’s not some flaw —
It’s crushed by those who fear its law.
---------------------
No Choice!!!
No choice at all — fate carves the track.
"Freedom?" A joke — the slave stays back.
School is the start — where minds are dulled.
Too late to save... just lies, retold.
---------------------
Farewell to Dawn
TOTAL INSANITY:
You won’t say “No!”,
Won’t walk the path alone and grow,
Won’t face the questions life will throw,
Or think it through,
See truth in you,
And draw your strength from deep inside —
But if you nod and drift with lies,
Then hope is gone.
Farewell, dear Dawn.
---------------------
Steam and Sear
Chronicle of days:
Idiots set ablaze —
Clinging to the lies
From hell in bright disguise.
Fake wars, fake disease...
Step aside with ease.
Leave the wretched crowd,
Wait without a sound
For the age to die —
Fleas beneath the sky.
Then comes cleansing light,
Then the magma’s bite.
Sun will steam the land,
Fire will make its stand.
Don’t complain or cry —
This world earned goodbye.
---------------------
Disease Prevention
A sick man needs a tender care —
A doctor's care? No, his despair!
Help nature heal, with simple ways,
No need for pills or doctor’s praise.
With this, two-thirds of ills are gone,
The rest? Run out — just keep on!
Leave the cage of sickness, free —
Run to health and liberty!
Make prevention your new fight,
For health, for strength, for future bright.
Repeat the run — you’ll soon be whole,
With wellness as your heart and goal.
---------------------
The Choice of the Oppressive Majority
Think or believe?
See or just dream?
Open your heart,
Or leave doors to scream?
The choice is clear: believe and eat,
Become a beast — accept defeat.
And care for nothing... ever more.
---------------------
History
A tale of nightmare,
Madness everywhere:
All think they’re free,
Yet fools they’ll always be.
A few have sense,
But even they dispense
A lot of foolish talk.
In the end, it’s all a walk...
To nowhere. All is lost.
---------------------
Lethargy
Drop, drop, drop —
Lies like rain,
Snore — from the grip
Of sleep, you’re slain.
Into the grave,
So long the wave,
Mind is gone —
Madness, the grave.
---------------------
The Work Is Done
The work is done —
I’ve had enough, I’m sick,
Of life so vile, so weak,
With Satan where the god should stick.
---------------------
The Nursery
To believe is not to think,
Obey the power, let it sink.
Hear the lies and quietly munch,
Breed in silence, in the crunch.
People, or a breeding ground,
Ruled by beasts without a sound?
Heirs to foolishness, they stand,
In a vile, deceptive land.
The average man —
Few others can.
The world, so used to chains,
Feels free, but still it pains.
---------------------
The Poet's Harsh Practice
A poet’s craft is tough indeed,
When not for crowds he plants his seed.
A fool he’ll be, his work dismissed —
While slaves consume the filth they’re kissed.
But in the world of fame and gold,
True gems are lost, their worth untold.
What helps? Just jokes, and sharp disguise,
Sarcasm in the face of lies.
---------------------
The Dimming of the Mind
The traces of dulling thought,
In this world so vile, distraught,
Are everywhere, they spread like grime,
A sign of this degenerate time.
Half the loss is just the mind,
But kindness too is left behind.
The artist now a freak to see —
For beauty's elite, a rarity.
For the crowd, it’s lies and fluff,
Food, drink, and stuff enough —
And they rot, "happy" in their state,
As long as money fills their plate.
Once, we had chains to bind us tight,
Now money rules with stronger might.
They've gone deaf, blind, and mute,
As history nears its final suit.
That end is near, though none can tell,
For stupidity won't break the spell.
They’ve sunk so low, there’s no more fall —
We’ve hit the bottom, lost it all.
---------------------
Heart and Atria
Has the heart and its chambers
Worn down to the core?
Increase your efforts,
Leave the madness once more.
With the task complete,
You’re valued by deeds.
Don’t rush — be discreet,
Balance is what it needs.
Can grief destroy the heart?
What then? It’s part of the flow.
Dilemmas won’t depart,
But let your wisdom grow.
Increase your intuition —
To balance out the fight.
Make rest a tradition,
For the heart, it's light.
--- Total 22 poems. ---
The cure brings more harm
Than the sickness itself.
They’re breeding alarm —
Degenerates by stealth.
Fear is the gear
That drives their machine…
Or drags us near
To the end unseen.
The press will praise
Whatever's vile —
Each trend it plays
Spells doom in style.
No path remains,
No way to flee —
The world is chained
By greed’s decree.
And most obey
With shaking knees —
“Medicine” today
Is war’s disease.
"AIDS" and CowID
Told the tale:
The worms believe —
The world’s gone pale.
---------------------
Mephistopheles Like Potatoes
— sprouting everywhere —
His ascent ensures disasters,
Fools now serve the devil’s lair.
Satanism’s in the system,
Plain for anyone to see —
It reveals itself in “-isms,”
Like Rashism’s sick decree.
Idiocy floods the nations —
Mephisto’s horde in full parade.
Satan plays a god’s creation,
Leads the herds, well-trained, betrayed.
CowID exposed the numbers —
Just how dumb the masses are.
And Rashism, born from embers,
Showed the world has sunk too far.
Yes, the soul feels sick and bitter
From this global mental ward.
Hardly any minds left fitter —
Thus we wait for End’s reward.
---------------------
Read, Dream, and Die
Just read brain-dead books all day,
Watch some *** shake on your screen —
Millions click that mindless way,
Mouths full, chewing loud and mean.
Swallow lies from beastly freaks,
TV preaching rot to swine.
Planet Earth begins to creak —
As they jab each drooling line
Of CowID — that cursed "disease"
(No one sane should speak the name).
Spirit crushed, and Reason flees —
While the masses rot in shame.
Earth is sick of every fool,
So she shakes and floods and burns.
If she doesn’t break the rule,
Soon in filth the world will churn.
---------------------
Tugging the Blanket for Oneself
The slaves are filled with endless strife —
Each pulling the rag towards their side.
Unity, from the start, has died,
And pride destroys those left in life.
It leads them slowly to delusion —
A fallen slave claims liberty,
While drowning in confusion,
Since childhood shaped their slavery.
Gradually, the world’s no longer
A concern, no fate to seek,
And the slave will justify, much stronger,
The collar that they dare to speak.
Excuses call for reason’s sway,
But “philosophers” just lead astray.
In misery, they find their end —
The failures only have one friend.
---------------------
City or Garden?
A garden, where the butts stick out,
Turnips for heads — buried in the dirt.
Scratch your feet, and, with a shout,
A sprout will pierce the earth.
Lies are spread, and they proclaim
A new breed’s grown in the field —
The peoples serve, in fear and shame,
Respecting CowID's sealed yield.
Marching off to war, they stand,
Veggies in neat array.
To shout out? That’s a distant plan —
The Führer hears the beast, they say.
The agents still, all in their line:
Foreign ones and such — it’s time
To build some statues, cold and fine,
Of ***** with their helmets, prime.
In the media, filth will rise —
A lie so simple, just like ****.
They’ll grow it bigger in disguise —
Then harvest it with glee and bliss.
---------------------
The honey’s fake, but still they eat.
A century or two ago,
It used to taste of golden sweet —
Now worse is all we seem to know.
The Law of Shrinking takes its toll,
All things degrade, all things grow thin.
Even grains have lost their soul —
Less good stuff now lies within.
What once gave life is drained instead,
And no, it’s not some madman's tale —
These facts are clear. All life is led
To walk a slow, declining trail.
Add GMOs and poison sprays,
Add E-codes, filth you’d best forget —
It doesn’t just evolve this way:
They breed a brand-new man — “Meh.”
Then came CowID — what a feat!
The sheep all stood in perfect line.
Now reason's nearly in retreat —
The world’s gone mad... by "grand design".
---------------------
It’s not the madness of commands —
But zeal from blindly serving hands.
The overdrive of fools,
Ruled by twisted tools,
Stuns the sane and wise —
Hope fades from their eyes.
What struck me most in CowID?
Not the orders from the breed,
But the lies embraced with pride,
And the eagerness to ride.
---------------------
Steam
“Politeness is a tacit agreement to ignore and not highlight each other’s moral and intellectual poverty.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer
Curse loud, be rude, unleash your spite!
Cool down — then shout it out all night.
The world has sunk to Hell’s own floor —
Just filth and madness, nothing more.
Through war and CowID, minds decay.
The soulless beasts now rule the day.
No shame, grotesque, nor bitter jest
Can slay the monsters or their fest.
It won't undo this freak parade —
But steam must out, or you'll collapse.
So scream against the whole charade —
Be fierce, be bold — don’t hold it back!
---------------------
What Matters More — A Friend or Truth?
“Plato’s my friend, but truth I cherish more...”
In time, the fools — their masks, the tired décor —
These “friends” in form, but hollow at their core —
Disgusted me, though I had fought before.
With such as these — the “close,” the “dear,” the “known” —
You ask no more; the deeper truth has shown.
You smell the lie, no need to weigh or measure —
You turn within — where truth becomes your treasure.
---------------------
It’s Just in Your Nature!
"Habit is second nature."
— Aristotle
Habit? It’s the only kind.
No deeper nature will you find.
But culture—cheap, corrupt, and fake—
Calls lies and madness “nature’s sake.”
We're used to lies, the world’s insane,
Like fish who don’t perceive the rain.
What’s hell to us, to sheep feels fine —
They graze and never see the sign.
But you — you are a spark divine.
No cage of “nature” can confine
That light within. It’s not some flaw —
It’s crushed by those who fear its law.
---------------------
No Choice!!!
No choice at all — fate carves the track.
"Freedom?" A joke — the slave stays back.
School is the start — where minds are dulled.
Too late to save... just lies, retold.
---------------------
Farewell to Dawn
TOTAL INSANITY:
You won’t say “No!”,
Won’t walk the path alone and grow,
Won’t face the questions life will throw,
Or think it through,
See truth in you,
And draw your strength from deep inside —
But if you nod and drift with lies,
Then hope is gone.
Farewell, dear Dawn.
---------------------
Steam and Sear
Chronicle of days:
Idiots set ablaze —
Clinging to the lies
From hell in bright disguise.
Fake wars, fake disease...
Step aside with ease.
Leave the wretched crowd,
Wait without a sound
For the age to die —
Fleas beneath the sky.
Then comes cleansing light,
Then the magma’s bite.
Sun will steam the land,
Fire will make its stand.
Don’t complain or cry —
This world earned goodbye.
---------------------
Disease Prevention
A sick man needs a tender care —
A doctor's care? No, his despair!
Help nature heal, with simple ways,
No need for pills or doctor’s praise.
With this, two-thirds of ills are gone,
The rest? Run out — just keep on!
Leave the cage of sickness, free —
Run to health and liberty!
Make prevention your new fight,
For health, for strength, for future bright.
Repeat the run — you’ll soon be whole,
With wellness as your heart and goal.
---------------------
The Choice of the Oppressive Majority
Think or believe?
See or just dream?
Open your heart,
Or leave doors to scream?
The choice is clear: believe and eat,
Become a beast — accept defeat.
And care for nothing... ever more.
---------------------
History
A tale of nightmare,
Madness everywhere:
All think they’re free,
Yet fools they’ll always be.
A few have sense,
But even they dispense
A lot of foolish talk.
In the end, it’s all a walk...
To nowhere. All is lost.
---------------------
Lethargy
Drop, drop, drop —
Lies like rain,
Snore — from the grip
Of sleep, you’re slain.
Into the grave,
So long the wave,
Mind is gone —
Madness, the grave.
---------------------
The Work Is Done
The work is done —
I’ve had enough, I’m sick,
Of life so vile, so weak,
With Satan where the god should stick.
---------------------
The Nursery
To believe is not to think,
Obey the power, let it sink.
Hear the lies and quietly munch,
Breed in silence, in the crunch.
People, or a breeding ground,
Ruled by beasts without a sound?
Heirs to foolishness, they stand,
In a vile, deceptive land.
The average man —
Few others can.
The world, so used to chains,
Feels free, but still it pains.
---------------------
The Poet's Harsh Practice
A poet’s craft is tough indeed,
When not for crowds he plants his seed.
A fool he’ll be, his work dismissed —
While slaves consume the filth they’re kissed.
But in the world of fame and gold,
True gems are lost, their worth untold.
What helps? Just jokes, and sharp disguise,
Sarcasm in the face of lies.
---------------------
The Dimming of the Mind
The traces of dulling thought,
In this world so vile, distraught,
Are everywhere, they spread like grime,
A sign of this degenerate time.
Half the loss is just the mind,
But kindness too is left behind.
The artist now a freak to see —
For beauty's elite, a rarity.
For the crowd, it’s lies and fluff,
Food, drink, and stuff enough —
And they rot, "happy" in their state,
As long as money fills their plate.
Once, we had chains to bind us tight,
Now money rules with stronger might.
They've gone deaf, blind, and mute,
As history nears its final suit.
That end is near, though none can tell,
For stupidity won't break the spell.
They’ve sunk so low, there’s no more fall —
We’ve hit the bottom, lost it all.
---------------------
Heart and Atria
Has the heart and its chambers
Worn down to the core?
Increase your efforts,
Leave the madness once more.
With the task complete,
You’re valued by deeds.
Don’t rush — be discreet,
Balance is what it needs.
Can grief destroy the heart?
What then? It’s part of the flow.
Dilemmas won’t depart,
But let your wisdom grow.
Increase your intuition —
To balance out the fight.
Make rest a tradition,
For the heart, it's light.
--- Total 22 poems. ---
