The Shame of Earth

Half-thoughts, half-sighs, and twilight minds,
Whipped by rage the system blinds.
Twitched by lies, their nerves collapse —
The end result? A mad relapse.

A sturdy ******, fierce and bold,
Becomes the wall the masses hold.
This world is vile, deranged, obscene —
If you’re sane, you don’t fit in.

The sane are freaks — there’s just a few.
But madmen? Countless through and through.
It’s all gone rotten, can’t you see?
This mob’s the shame of Earth to me.



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Mob of Shame

Madness rules, the truth is banned —
Cowards cheer and liars stand.
Sanity is exile’s fee.
Earth’s disgrace? This herd I see.



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Cohesion

"Imhoff's Law:
Every bureaucratic organization resembles a septic tank —
the biggest chunks always float to the top."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law

The **** unites — and rises
In SEWAGE, thick and proud.
Here, failure’s the disguises
For fools who aren’t loud.

If you're a baseborn fighter
With filth inside your grin —
You're rising with the lighters.
But honest? Sane within?

Then rot between the layers,
Choke on the stinking fog.
In SEWAGE, hope betrays you —
Unless you are a dog.



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Top ****

The filth floats up — that’s how it works.
The honest drown. The top is jerks.
This tank rewards the loudest rot.
Be clean? Then rot — or join the lot.




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Decadence of Armageddon

"Left! Now right!" — the fools obey,
Ranks are tight — no room, no way.
Brutes oppress with rabid might,
Spewing madness day and night,

Madness fed to them as law.
No escape, no guiding ray —
**** will grind and gnash with awe.
In this world, the Mind must stay

Locked within and sealed from rot.
This is it — the end is near.
Years are numbered. Like it or not,
You're doomed if you bow to fear.

If you bow to braying cattle,
Make a cringe in vain pretense —
You're a cub on melting floe now.
Ice is breaking. DECADENCE.



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Melt with the Herd

You bowed — you're done. The end’s begun.
The ice is cracking. Nowhere to run.
The mob howls lies, the sane fall dead.
This is Decadence — go ahead.



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Poisoned Books

The "Water Cycle" tale they teach —
Sounds tidy, simple, in their speech.
No questions asked by minds asleep,
But seen with truth — it's shallow, cheap.

Earth breathes — and clouds arise within,
Not dropped like cargo from the spin.
Nature is wiser, subtly grand,
But fools won't grasp what she has planned.

No textbook law, no sterile chart
Can teach the soul or train the heart.
The inhuman who rule the day
Want Mechanism — their decay.

They dull the sense, destroy the thread
That makes life conscious, not half-dead.
They lie again, distort and twist —
Each "science" forged to feed the mist.

The soul is poisoned by their creed.
And if the soul no longer leads,
Then all your learning, all your wish is
Buried deep in... Poisoned Books — fictitious.



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Befuddled books


Mob of Shame

The filth floats up — that’s how it works.
The honest drown. The top is jerks.
This tank rewards the loudest rot.
Be clean? Then rot — or join the lot.


Top ****

The filth floats up — that’s how it goes.
The worst are crowned. The rest just froze.
The ones with guts are left to drown.
The **** stands tall. The brave go down.


Melt with the Herd

You bowed — you're done. The end’s begun.
The ice is cracking. Nowhere to run.
The mob howls lies, the sane fall dead.
This is Decadence — go ahead.


The Books Are Poison

They teach you lies, they sell you looks —
But Truth won’t bleed from poisoned books.
**** soul, **** mind — that’s how it’s done.
And once it’s done — they’ve won.


Mechanized Mind

They feed you gears instead of skies,
Replace the soul with coded lies.
Perception dies — machine obeys.
The Book’s the cage. Now crawl. And praise.




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Through Mistakes and Falls

Through errors, falls, we make our way,
But in our minds, the course holds sway.
In just a few regrets, it seems,
A crushing load of broken dreams.



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The Poet Is "NO!!!"

The poet is "NO!!!"
When the ****** world
Is lost in madness (its idol curled).
Madness is total.
The poet is NERVE.
If evil’s victories are endless,
And traitors’ ranks are vast,
Burn yourself —
Then, smoking,
Shouting, rough,
You’ll save your Soul
In the crowd
Of fascist thralls.
Let slaves be everywhere,
Shout "NO!" to them,
If you say "yes,"
You’re one of them,
In Total Evil,
Multiplying madness.



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Futility, Sickness, Uselessness

Futility, sickness, pointlessness,
Barrenness, madness. Clarity’s
Rare, like Pure Souls, whose light
Can crush the lie — listen to the Soul’s insight.

If the Mind is subject to the Spirit,
You’ll slay all fear, leave madness lit
Only in the world outside —
Within, you’ll raise Reason, cast aside.

The world’s rationality — a mere condition,
Its ugliness, its gloom, its bleak admission.
Reason’s fragments — multiply them, too,
With thought or verse, let them renew.



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Palette

Gray and white? Black and gray!
How they mock with skies of blue.
The paint of black, in skillful play,
The CREATURES pour — to reach the glue

Of the abyss, their goal, their task.
The work of sinking never rests.
In this world of selling fools,
Black paint stinks — it's their protest.



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The Fool and the Mob

The fool, with chaos, all around,
He lets it loose — no thought, no sound.
The useless, wild, and savage crew,
A tool for attack, that’s all they do.

Who strikes? The filth — a loathsome breed,
They turn all things to rot and greed.
The world is sunk — so deep, so low,
It’s fallen past what we can know.



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Perspectives and Breakthroughs

"Love" with fury,
Jealousy’s bane.
A louse on a platter —
Life’s bitter strain.

Friendship’s dust,
Truth’s lost, they say.
The CREATURES rush
To spread their sway.

Madness is tainted,
It’s everywhere.
The people enslaved
In false despair.

Perspectives?
None at all.
But BREAKTHROUGHS?
They’ll come, to call.

They’ll tremble —
"Judgment day!"
The evil bend not —
They’ll find their way.



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The War Goes On

The war rages, yet the true foe
Is hidden from our sight again:
In provocations, it does grow,
In strife, it keeps the world in pain.




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"People," or The Phantasmagoria of the Little World

A writhing mass, the worms they breed,
By snakes oppressed, in twisted speed.
Yet the cannibal can surely say:
"You're human, though the path’s astray,

But all will be well in the end."
So generations of the worm,
Through war’s storm, again they’ll bend,
While feasting, they’ll rework the term.

For feasts, the false diseases thrive —
The "Spanish flu" — a present blight.
If worms are whole, then they survive,
Aiding the digestion of the blight.




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Mother Cat Watches Over

Mother cat, she guards her kin,
Protects her kittens, keeps them in.
Not like those vile, base creatures —
Many beasts, but minds are features

Of consumption, like in *****’s fall.
The world is like a cancer’s thrall:
It rots the souls, and soon, it’s clear,
The minds dissolve, and disappear.




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Naked Ideas

Naked ideas,
The ugly dare not send,
Into a mad world to confide:
"Speak of ‘love,’ the rest, pretend!"




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You Think It’s Hard?

Think it’s hard
To calculate the rot?
If all is false —
It pushes forth a lot!

That rot, it spreads
All 'round you here.
A miracle — it’s not dead,
If Soul remains, though filled with fear.




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Global Warming

Ancient, dusty trash —
"The mind" of any crowd;
Beasts crave the brash,
The vile, the proud.

Minions of the beasts —
The brutes will lead,
Step off the tracks,
And they’ll erase you with speed.

The brute loves the junk,
Ancient and new,
The filth that’s sunk,
Propaganda’s brew.

"A beacon" for the swine —
"The truth of the age."
The world of the vile,
Of lies, of rage.

Trash has taken root —
It’s time for the bin.
That moment has come —
The sun burns all sin.




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The Beast's Gold and Power

The beast installed gold and power
As the highest price. Well, that's the end—
The beasts have won. Is soul worth less?
They lie more, and pay is slight again.

Less pay, the lies will shrink
The costs of evil. Save it all,
For evil feeds on fools who think
Their lies will lift them when they fall.




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Tolerance

The wise offend the senseless fools,
While freedom weighs on those in chains;
It crushes all who cling to rules,
And binds the hearts that still remain.




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The Circus in the Latrine

"Justice" like a circus show,
"Law" as flexible as clay—
The "strong" can slip, the "weak" will go,
And power always finds its way.

You may slip, or rise on high,
The rod’s bent low, and silence reigns,
The "judges" meek, as rats may cry,
The world’s a latrine, full of stains.

What ****** taught, the filth still spreads,
Where courts and justice fall away.
Honor’s lost, and reason’s dead—
Only skin and bones remain to sway.

The filthy are the crowd, you see—
That’s why the world’s a stinking pit,
Where creatures thrive, and all agree,
To call this mess a "world"—we quit.




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Horses...

Ponies —
horses,
And the fool
A brute force of fascist rule.




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Kremlbot

Kremlbot isn’t a fool—
There’s a method to the game!
To poison fools with lies so cruel
Is an honor to his name.

"Honor’s mine!" — Lucifer
Leads his legions to the deep,
To the hellish realms they stir—
The bot will sink, and there they'll sleep.




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Moloch

Bots speak in their coded slang?
The manuals are tossed aside.
Soon they’ll change, a new phrase rang—
A language for years to guide.

A camp for all to march and tread,
New speak, a criminal tongue.
The red cross on a flag of dread?
To fool the weak, to keep them strung.

"Care" is the bait, a false charade,
The Führer loves his faithful kin.
For mindless fools, the "doctor" paid,
A cop's the light, not one to spin.

So many fools, the forecast’s grim—
The world so vile, so faint and thin,
Now turns to dust, its beauty lost,
And bows before the Moloch’s cost.




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The Stubborn Halfwit

The stubborn fool, the pride of earth?
A shame, not worth its weight in gold!
He guards his skin, for all its worth—
A thief of moments, bought and sold.

This care is endless, no time to think—
For everywhere, it’s bound to be,
A hunger woven in the link
With chains of slavish misery.

He finds comfort in his cage,
His den, his car, all built for him.
"Normal" now are lies, fear, rage—
A style of life so grim, so dim.

To keep your skin all smooth and bright,
Betray your soul—that’s how they rise,
The path of fools, of endless blight—
From these dimwits, all the lies.



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Creatures in Mari

Lies and fear,
They brew with dread.
With lies they steer,
And crush with lead.




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9/11 2001

How to install a watchful eye?
Blow up the towers from within!
Then, with stench and laughter high,
Quietly finish freedom’s spin.

A million "pindos" fled in haste,
Realizing what they had seen.
Like in the SS, they were placed,
Today, the creatures reign supreme.

The filthy beasts will never cease,
Their cruelty growing day by day.
"Civilization" lost its peace—
Only Fear and Shame remain, they say.




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Kapsho

If all the horses are dead,
But death itself retreats,
Blind and deaf, they’ve fled—
Life’s a grave where silence meets.

A chasm, yes, a chasm deep,
But not all can embrace
This knowledge, sharp and steep—
For ****** of power hold the place.

Here they celebrate "life"
Amidst the graveyard’s gloom.
Buddy, wake up—strife
Is not easy to resume!

Spiritual life,
Replaces the madness in stride,
In the midst of mourning’s knife,
A shift will come to guide:

The death camp rots,
But brighter yet,
The sun will scorch
And purge the debt.

It’s good, you see—
A catharsis arrives.
And THIS "KAPSHO"
Will live through time’s archives.