May 16
The Executioners’ Lie
A drop of “truth” in poison brewing,
Laced with petty bits and scraps —
That’s how demons keep on stewing
Lies for butchers, traps for saps.
Earth is steeped in toxic potion —
Layered thick through age and age.
Fumes distort the mind’s devotion,
Till man dies in war or cage.
Bullet, axe — that’s grown outdated.
Boost the lie — and crack the skull.
Not with scars — with minds invaded,
Turn the world to screaming dull.
Watch them gnaw each other, bleeding —
War and CowID showed the trend.
Not a world — a rot, unheeding.
Bow to it — and that's your end.
Bow — and sell your soul completely.
Trust in Evil — you’re a clown.
Friend, ignore the lies discreetly —
Buy their tale — they’ll gun you down.
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Lie-fed and Led
A drop of truth — then poison reigns.
Obey the lie — they fry your brains.
Bow to rot — your soul is sold.
Truth resists. The rest grows cold.
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The So-Called “Deep Folk”
"Deep people," you say?
More like **** on display —
Idiots, loonies, the proudly insane.
The Kremlin keeps lying,
They march off to dying —
CowID, then war. Drown in sorrow and pain.
And the "smart" ones? A joke.
If he lies — he's a crook.
A traitor, a worm, worth less than a dime.
And the herd? Growing fast.
The liar? Outclassed —
More twisted each day.
But speak truth — that’s a crime:
You’ll rot in a cell doing fascist-fed time...
---------------------
Deep Folk? Deep Rot.
They die for lies and call it pride.
Truth gets jailed. The rest — just slide.
Bow to fear — or rot inside.
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The Wachowski Sister-Brothers
Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.
Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
They’ll stamp “madness” on your slate.
In this madhouse, if they brand
Your true work as “out of hand,”
It just reeks of higher vision —
And they know — those built on fiction.
Trends bring profit, fame, and power.
Truth brings noose and final hour.
Freaks devour rot like kings —
Earth is weeping at these things.
Truth means quake and revelation,
Doom approaching every breath.
Trends are tools of new damnation,
New-fascism — dumb peasants' death.
---------------------
Trend or Truth?
Trends bring gold — and lies that burn.
Truth brings death. No one will learn.
Feed the freaks. Let Earth be cursed.
New-fascism wears a rainbow first.
---------------------
Conscience Gone — Then Comes the Scheming
First goes conscience — then comes guile.
Guile dissolves the mind in style.
Tiny “wins” bring petty cheer,
While the truth stays far from clear.
Worldly noise keeps thought in chains,
Blocks the spark that might remain.
Yet the fool, in full display,
Feeds like king — and leads the way.
---------------------
Rot Rises
**** your soul — then fake your brain.
Fools get fat. The wise are slain.
---------------------
They’ll Tear You Apart!
A trembling slave
Clings to his cave —
His “precious” trash,
Already ash.
He cannot see
That tyranny
Designed this pit —
The world’s unfit.
His trash decays,
His soul betrays —
Rot to the core,
A fool, a boar.
And fools like him
Fuel fascist whims,
The coward herd
Obeys each word.
One pinch more fear,
One whisper near —
They’ll tear you down!
The lies still drown...
---------------------
Fool's End
A slave in fear is fascist clay.
Add one more lie — he starts to slay.
---------------------
In the Pen
Is the piglet slightly muddied —
Or deep-smeared from snout to tail?
Still, the pig can’t grasp it fully:
Lies are god — and truth is jail.
Filth and waste define the pen,
Bathe in slop — then eat again.
Trust the swineherd! Hear his preaching —
There’s your “truth” and final teaching.
Swineherds serve to keep you fed,
'Til the slaughter claims your head.
All the myths of sty and glory —
“Feast and sing” — that’s their whole story.
---------------------
Swine Truth
In filth they feast and praise the knife.
The herd calls slaughter “truth” and “life.”
---------------------
Obey. Get Slaughtered.
You eat their lies, you cheer their whip.
You trust the hand that drains you drip by drip.
No thought, no truth — just grunt and chew.
They **** — and call it good for you.
---------------------
Truth for Swine:
Eat. Obey. Die. Hooray.
---------------------
Degrade in Crap of Evil
Crap — the Shadow of Evil:
Too lazy to think —
You’re just a stink.
---------------------
Rot and Stupor
Evil’s crap — no thought remains.
Brain turns stump, mind dies in chains.
A drop of “truth” in poison brewing,
Laced with petty bits and scraps —
That’s how demons keep on stewing
Lies for butchers, traps for saps.
Earth is steeped in toxic potion —
Layered thick through age and age.
Fumes distort the mind’s devotion,
Till man dies in war or cage.
Bullet, axe — that’s grown outdated.
Boost the lie — and crack the skull.
Not with scars — with minds invaded,
Turn the world to screaming dull.
Watch them gnaw each other, bleeding —
War and CowID showed the trend.
Not a world — a rot, unheeding.
Bow to it — and that's your end.
Bow — and sell your soul completely.
Trust in Evil — you’re a clown.
Friend, ignore the lies discreetly —
Buy their tale — they’ll gun you down.
---------------------
Lie-fed and Led
A drop of truth — then poison reigns.
Obey the lie — they fry your brains.
Bow to rot — your soul is sold.
Truth resists. The rest grows cold.
---------------------
The So-Called “Deep Folk”
"Deep people," you say?
More like **** on display —
Idiots, loonies, the proudly insane.
The Kremlin keeps lying,
They march off to dying —
CowID, then war. Drown in sorrow and pain.
And the "smart" ones? A joke.
If he lies — he's a crook.
A traitor, a worm, worth less than a dime.
And the herd? Growing fast.
The liar? Outclassed —
More twisted each day.
But speak truth — that’s a crime:
You’ll rot in a cell doing fascist-fed time...
---------------------
Deep Folk? Deep Rot.
They die for lies and call it pride.
Truth gets jailed. The rest — just slide.
Bow to fear — or rot inside.
---------------------
The Wachowski Sister-Brothers
Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.
Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
They’ll stamp “madness” on your slate.
In this madhouse, if they brand
Your true work as “out of hand,”
It just reeks of higher vision —
And they know — those built on fiction.
Trends bring profit, fame, and power.
Truth brings noose and final hour.
Freaks devour rot like kings —
Earth is weeping at these things.
Truth means quake and revelation,
Doom approaching every breath.
Trends are tools of new damnation,
New-fascism — dumb peasants' death.
---------------------
Trend or Truth?
Trends bring gold — and lies that burn.
Truth brings death. No one will learn.
Feed the freaks. Let Earth be cursed.
New-fascism wears a rainbow first.
---------------------
Conscience Gone — Then Comes the Scheming
First goes conscience — then comes guile.
Guile dissolves the mind in style.
Tiny “wins” bring petty cheer,
While the truth stays far from clear.
Worldly noise keeps thought in chains,
Blocks the spark that might remain.
Yet the fool, in full display,
Feeds like king — and leads the way.
---------------------
Rot Rises
**** your soul — then fake your brain.
Fools get fat. The wise are slain.
---------------------
They’ll Tear You Apart!
A trembling slave
Clings to his cave —
His “precious” trash,
Already ash.
He cannot see
That tyranny
Designed this pit —
The world’s unfit.
His trash decays,
His soul betrays —
Rot to the core,
A fool, a boar.
And fools like him
Fuel fascist whims,
The coward herd
Obeys each word.
One pinch more fear,
One whisper near —
They’ll tear you down!
The lies still drown...
---------------------
Fool's End
A slave in fear is fascist clay.
Add one more lie — he starts to slay.
---------------------
In the Pen
Is the piglet slightly muddied —
Or deep-smeared from snout to tail?
Still, the pig can’t grasp it fully:
Lies are god — and truth is jail.
Filth and waste define the pen,
Bathe in slop — then eat again.
Trust the swineherd! Hear his preaching —
There’s your “truth” and final teaching.
Swineherds serve to keep you fed,
'Til the slaughter claims your head.
All the myths of sty and glory —
“Feast and sing” — that’s their whole story.
---------------------
Swine Truth
In filth they feast and praise the knife.
The herd calls slaughter “truth” and “life.”
---------------------
Obey. Get Slaughtered.
You eat their lies, you cheer their whip.
You trust the hand that drains you drip by drip.
No thought, no truth — just grunt and chew.
They **** — and call it good for you.
---------------------
Truth for Swine:
Eat. Obey. Die. Hooray.
---------------------
Degrade in Crap of Evil
Crap — the Shadow of Evil:
Too lazy to think —
You’re just a stink.
---------------------
Rot and Stupor
Evil’s crap — no thought remains.
Brain turns stump, mind dies in chains.
