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Poems
Igor Vykhovanets Jun 9
45 poems
Igor Vykhovanets
Jun 9
Introspection
Look straight inside, no fables,
Forget what books have said.
Those theories—twisted tables
By brutes or fools were spread.
Commissioned lies and clatter,
Their minds were dull or sick.
To be yourself — that matters—
In Bedlam? Take your pick.
It talks, it stinks, it teaches
To drown the slave in fog.
"Therapy" here reaches
For horror — what a cog!
The system breeds confusion,
The endgame always planned:
"All walk beneath illusion..."
No—Satan’s ruling hand.
A curse, not some condition,
All madness stems from lies.
Forget naive submission—
You're drowning in the flies,
In filth, in steaming sewage
They’ve dumped for many years,
To fill your mind with cruelage,
With poison, doubt, and fears.
You’ll never glimpse the clearing
If you believe their game.
Hate neighbors, lose all bearing—
And smoke becomes your name.
Divide, divide forever—
That’s how they break us all.
No bonds, no strength, no tether,
Just slaves in mental thrall.
Their theories are infection,
Just tricks to lead astray.
No truth, no introspection—
Just herds to rule and flay.
Look deep without your learning,
Without your self-made past—
This world is flames still burning,
Deceit so wide and vast.
The pipelines of "education"
Just crush your soul with spite.
Their goal? Your degradation,
Their motive? Endless blight.
The beasts wrote every program—
Your teacher? Just a clerk.
Their deals with demons—oh ****,
They serve the Dark and work.
Yes, Satan built this blindness,
This trap where Light can’t roam—
But Light is born inside us,
And Soul is still your home.
Be sharp, be clear, be clever—
Expose their every lie.
Let intuition sever
Their schemes—or else you die.
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1.
They fed you lies since you were born —
Now tear them out like rotting thorn!
2.
Look deep — the Light is not outside.
Expose the Dark. Unlearn. Decide.
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Poetry on the Hard Stuff
The editor’s **** window—
Again, I write some verse
On logic, strange attractors...
This hell could not be worse!
It’s simpler mocking morons—
The crowd’s their natural land.
But still, I feel the furnace
And filth that's close at hand.
Their reign — another poem.
This one? A bitter score:
This world is doomed and rotten,
And God walked out the door.
He left it all behind us —
So don’t break back in vain.
The end of Evil’s nearing.
We’re circling the drain.
But still — a word on Gödel,
A fire in the mind.
The trolls and fools would smother
What he revealed to find.
This titan of all ages
Crushed every pompous creed —
Their verbal diarrheas
He flushed out, word and deed.
His genius left their theories
In ruins, torn apart—
A circus of confusion,
Decay without a heart.
Of course, it’s just a poem—
No journal, no footnotes.
But through such lines of fury
A sober mind still floats.
So open that **** window —
For poetry’s a gun,
A tank that rolls through falsehoods
And smashes every one.
Strike lies with verse and fire,
Despair, but never yield.
In chaos and in silence,
A fighter owns the field.
Obedient minds are poison,
Their madness kills the soul.
Let filth surround — your weapon
Is form, and thought, and goal.
Let others churn out sonnets
On love and dreamy skies —
While we’re all slowly drowning
In blood and endless lies.
Can poems strike the tyrants?
Then write — and write to ****!
The only question burning:
To smash... or just sit still?
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1.
They drown the world in ****** lies —
Your verse must shoot, not sympathize.
2.
Don't write for love while cowards bleed.
Real poems bite. Or else — concede.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not sin, but bitter prize.
The wildness everywhere
No longer shocks the wise.
So wrap despair around you
Like blanket, thick and dead.
Let sorrow lie beneath you.
Your hopes? Forget they bled.
This world is rot and fiction,
Its people — feeble lice.
Judas takes top position —
This world runs on that vice.
We chew through Earth like locusts,
Like bark-beetles of doom.
The beasts have long outvoted
The Spirit in the room.
You're Spirit — pure, eternal.
All else is slime and lie.
Reject their “real” infernal —
Leave Bedlam high and dry.
Build tribes, unite in honor —
Defend against the rot.
Be man — not meek dishonor
That madness has begot.
Though madmen fill the census,
Stand firm, though few survive.
Let ******* keep dispensing
Their poison — we’ll revive.
Their lies will **** the masses —
The mad will take it all.
But don’t be glass, don’t shatter —
You’re sane if you don’t crawl.
When numbers start to dwindle,
When freaks consume their kind,
The chance for sane resistance
Will rise — so make your mind.
One final fight approaches —
Let beasts be blown away!
It’s grim, but we’ve not lost yet —
Don’t quit. There is a way.
If we can strike with wisdom —
Then strategy must rise.
The Darkness spawns no visions —
Just pustules with no eyes.
So call your Spirit forward —
It knows the hidden track.
These servants of the hellholes
Are weak. Let's strike them back.
Turn inward, trust your insight —
It sees what’s veiled and grim.
Restore your rightful birthright —
The Spirit breaks their hymn.
It’s all a Mystery — learn it.
Be forged in secret flame.
No time to sob or squander.
Rise now — or die in shame.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not “sin,” but well-earned prize.
Degeneration’s everywhere —
A stump now glorifies.
So wrap yourself in sorrow,
Like blankets on the bed.
Beneath, lay grief — no “morrows,”
You’re living with the dead.
The lie is foul and reeking,
And people — rot and dust.
The traitor's cross is creaking —
This world has lost all trust.
We’re termites on creation,
Devouring sacred wood.
The **** rule every nation —
Just footprints where soul stood.
You are a Spirit, burning —
All else is filth and fraud.
Reject their world of yearning,
Walk out from this facade.
Build brotherhoods and legions —
Defend against the Night.
Be more than slave’s obedience —
A man must rise and fight.
Though billions kneel in madness,
Still battle — lose or win.
Let ******* spew their badness —
Their lie won't pull you in.
They’ll **** with lies, not sabers,
And fools will buy the trick.
But you — drop victim's labors.
You're not a fool or sick.
As numbers of the twisted
Shrink under their own doom,
Our chance, once barely listed,
May rise and slice the gloom.
Then strike — one final battle!
Let monsters fall and rot.
Though now we see death's rattle,
We still are not forgot.
But fight with sharp precision —
Find strategy, not rage.
The Dark has no true vision —
Just pustules on a cage.
So let your Spirit guide you —
It knows the silent way.
Its light will burn right through them —
The cowards of decay.
Turn inward, feel the surging
Of intuition's spark.
Regain your soul’s true merging —
It’s Spirit that leaves marks.
All this — a Mystery calling.
Go learn its sacred laws.
Stand up, no more just crawling —
Now cry becomes your cause.
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1.
The Spirit sees. The Spirit strikes.
No place for worms or whining types.
2.
They flood the world with demon noise —
We answer not with tears — but poise.
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The Art of Battle-Lies
They strike the mind — that’s where they start,
And when it breaks — they own your heart.
One step remains: your soul, your store —
And idiots can’t grasp it’s war.
The sharpest weapon isn’t steel —
It’s lies. And when those lies are real,
They burn like bombs, they rip like tanks —
The filth takes over, ranks by ranks.
The world’s been seized by brazen fraud,
Where truth’s beheaded, mocked, outlawed.
And lies, like sewage, fill the air —
You breathe them in and rot in there.
This mad world’s turned into a pit,
Where every fool believes their ****.
Their “cheese” is laced with poison dreams,
And even clouds drip toxic schemes.
Now lies are rising like a flood —
A storm of screaming, choking mud.
They strike straight in your eyes, your brain,
They smash, repeat, again, again.
They’ll always strike while fools still trust,
And all that’s left will turn to dust.
You barely crawl, the light is gone —
No beacon left to fix upon.
Above the sea of steaming lies
The media’s smoke distorts the skies.
It turns illusion into stench —
A gas that kills, a filthy trench.
And this is war — their hellish trick:
The headlines ***** lies so thick
They drown the world in fear and bile —
But wear the truth and stand awhile.
Truth is your shield, the Spirit’s blaze
Can cut through even Satan’s haze.
Avoid the ****** that serve the dark —
Stay sharp. Let intuition spark.
Your mind must scan, your senses burn —
There’s no regret if you still learn.
You fight near bottom — that is true —
But that just means you’re pushing through.
They all are guilty — traitors breed
Like rats who serve the Devil’s need.
You’re trapped inside a spinning wheel
Of fake desires and false ideals.
It’s all fake needs — designed by lies
To build a hell in friendly guise.
A sea of lies, a death parade —
This isn't life — it's Hell remade.
So here’s the path for minds still clear:
A rebel’s fire, a gaze severe.
This global new-fascistic mess
Proves madness dressed as righteousness.
It ends with rage, a broken path —
Explode this Hell in cleansing wrath.
It’s hard — but walk the way of Light.
If you still walk — you’re not the blight.
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1.
The filth now rules by fraud and smoke —
Strike back with truth. It’s not a joke.
2.
They lie, they bomb, they blind your sight —
But Spirit burns through every night.
3.
This world’s a swamp of stinking lies —
So light your truth — and let it rise.
4.
Truth is the weapon — aim and fire.
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Of Vermin and Men
These petty rats in human skins
Gnaw at each other’s flaws and sins.
Their thoughts are thin, their hearts are dry —
A madhouse under rotting sky.
Here traitors reign, and filth holds sway,
While minds of worth are kept at bay.
A diamond blooms in pressure’s womb —
But dullness here has built its tomb.
In these dark woods, the gifted fall
If slime becomes your inner call.
Betray the Light — you’ll rot instead,
For filth is where the roots are fed.
Their patience is a devil’s creed,
Their dullness — genocide of need.
The mad are many, fools abound —
And darkness wins without a sound.
No blood is spilled in modern war —
A needle kills what bombs killed before.
These tiny men, with tiny brains,
Are rabid dogs in broken chains.
Forget their books of lies and dirt —
They praise what’s dumb and call it work.
You're Spirit — only that is true
Within this global mental zoo.
The fool deserves no helping hand —
He's lost in filth, won't understand.
The end is near, the clash will come —
And Reason fights to rise from ****.
Salvation lies in sacred flame,
Not in this madness, not in shame.
A purge will come, a final sweep —
Where tyrants drown, and cowards weep.
The worthy few will find their way
By turning deep inside and stay.
While demons quake, they know their fate —
A cataclysm won’t be late.
And so the stench spreads on the air —
The media gasps in foul despair.
They smell it too — the end is near…
The shameful beast will disappear.
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Vermin gnaw and darkness reigns,
Brains are thin, but filth remains.
Spirit fights, the fools will fall —
End is coming — purge them all!
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The Pit of This World
Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t birth children into Hell.
If you call things true and proper,
Three-fourths of this world’s a shell—
A shell of filth and poison,
While pure hearts like Mandelstam’s light,
Like Osip’s flame, get crushed and broken
Beneath the brute’s vile might.
The brute will call white soot “black,”
The poet, enemy number one.
The filth will swarm and attack—
Jail or madhouse is what they’ll run.
They shot Gumilyov down,
Said, “Serves him right!” with their lies.
Dumb fools fell low, underground,
Beneath the total wicked skies.
And Marina Tsvetaeva’s fate —
They drove her to the noose’s edge.
When beasts drag down human state,
You’re to lie, stay quiet, and hedge?
Is Mandelstam’s pit the truth?
Yes — a world enslaved to evil’s roar.
Be wise and stubborn in your youth —
Create, despite the rotten core.
Cheese traps stink, a fool’s delight —
Their “gifts” to fools who cannot see.
Be lonely — mind extinguished, blight —
If you dwell among the beastly spree.
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The Pit
Mandelstam’s pit — a hellish trap,
Don’t bring your kids to rot and snap.
Three quarters of the world is slime,
Pure hearts crushed by brute’s harsh crime.
Brutes call black soot pure white,
Poets jailed for speaking right.
Shot Gumilyov, broke the brave,
Tsvetaeva dragged to grave.
This world bows to wicked lies,
Fight on strong — don’t paralyze.
Cheese traps stink, fools love the bait,
Stand alone — or share their fate.
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Rising from the Knees
The "bonds" have dug into my knees,
I try to rise, but fail to break.
Such is fate of centuries —
The rotten fool believes in fake.
Decay has eaten at the soul —
Worse plague than any CowID.
The darker grows the wicked whole,
Their evil spreads in black deceit.
Fake sicknesses test the ground,
Next camp’s digital and cold.
**** get crushed without a sound,
Hordes of fiends, ruthless and bold.
Each day tighter is the grip —
All controlled through media’s lies.
If you won’t sell out your own ship,
Death will come as sweet surprise.
This will be the cursed prize —
Darkness thickens, chokes the skies.
Only solace left to see —
Countdown to catastrophe.
Cataclysm will crush their schemes,
Filthy fiends will burn in hell.
All the sheep with them will drown —
Count the days — the end will tell.
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See the Fig...
You open books — you see the fig.
Turn on the box — it’s Hell you find.
All poisoned deep, the chains grow big,
By fascist **** — enslaved the mind.
They rule by lies. Fake science breaks
Our Reason down to shattered shards.
Dark traitors lurk, those filthy snakes
Are everywhere — fools guard the guards.
They trust the myths, the fables told —
Propaganda’s twisted hand.
“Education” bought and sold
By Satan’s grip, corrupting land.
They teach in schools to **** pure thought,
Destroy the Soul, obey commands.
This darkness spreads — a deadly blot,
The shadow grips all mortal lands.
This shadow, haze, has claimed all souls,
No need for gunpowder now.
Psy-terror strikes and takes its toll —
Worse than bombs, it breaks the brow.
It hits the mind, corrupts the core,
Leaves fractures deep inside the brain.
An idiot now, nothing more,
Bloodless conquest, silent reign.
But man’s no moth — a Spirit lives,
A force they fight to ***** and ****.
With psi-weapons evil gives
Its cruel hand, bent on the will.
No fiction here, no idle tales —
The mind is sieved, the truth erased.
So, unity and discipline prevails,
In war, the wise remain encased.
A poem’s compressed emotion —
A message sent to Reason’s door.
A weapon forged with fierce devotion,
My share of dynamite and more.
I seek new ways in hybrid war,
Though old and worn, all paths explored.
To find the method, sharp and raw,
To crush these pests, their rotten hoard.
The world’s a cesspool — no place to stay,
For humans now who seek the light.
Create the tools to clear the way —
The **** will rot, the fiends lose fight.
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See the Fig...
You open books — it’s all a lie.
The screen’s a Hell where reason dies.
Chains forged by fascist filth and ****,
They feed on minds — their kingdom’s come.
Fake science tears your brain apart,
Dark traitors poison every heart.
Fools swallow myths and twisted tales,
While Satan’s rot spreads through the rails.
They teach to **** the spark inside,
To crush the soul, obey, comply.
No gunpowder — just psychic war,
They break your mind and leave a scar.
Man’s no moth — he’s Spirit’s flame.
They fear the light, they play their game.
Psi-weapons crush, corrupt, confine —
But we will rise. The fight’s divine.
A poem’s not just words, but fire,
A weapon sharp, a rising wire.
Old paths are gone — new war’s begun,
To blow the rotten heap to none.
The world’s a pit, a stinking grave —
But we will fight, be bold, be brave.
Create the tools — the **** will fall,
The fiends will rot — they lose it all.
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A New Breed of Two-Legged
A new fool bred — a fresh disgrace,
Born in the CowID’s dark place:
He feeds on lies, devours the whole,
Surpassing idiots in soul.
An idiot — one step below,
Digital camps closing slow:
The fool builds them, darkness steers,
Mindless world survives by tears.
Almost left, that twisted land,
With nonsense guiding every hand,
Into that digital hell,
“Inspired” by propaganda’s spell.
Nonsense blends with lies and fear,
For fools — a lifeline, crystal clear;
Propaganda’s closest friend,
A weapon darkness will not end.
The fool, the media, the beast,
Ruling madness never ceased —
Satan’s troops in battle cry,
The beasts grow louder, multiply.
Their howl — the final fight is near:
If the world’s lost its mind to fear,
Worse than bombs or cannon’s roar,
It turns men into pests once more.
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New Breed of Two-Legged ****
A new-born fool, a twisted spawn,
Birthed by CowID’s cursed dawn.
He swallows lies, a filthy beast —
Outdone the idiot, to say the least.
An idiot’s just a rung below,
Digital camps close in like woe.
This fool’s the builder, Darkness’ slave,
The sane world’s dying, none to save.
Half-dead world dragged by stupid lies,
Into the tech-made hell that flies,
“Inspired” by their toxic spin —
Propaganda’s poisonous grin.
Nonsense thickens, fear and fraud,
For fools, a lifeline deeply flawed.
Propaganda, friend of slime,
Fueling darkness all the time.
This fool, the media, the vile regime,
Ruling madness, Satan’s team.
Their war-cry rises, beasts unite —
The endgame’s howl in darkest night.
The last fight howls — the final strike:
When minds rot deep, the dead alike.
Worse than bombs, worse than their shells,
It turns men into crawling hells.
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Fools breed fools — the plague’s alive.
Break the chain, or all will die.
Fight the poison, burn the lies —
Raise the flame, let darkness fry!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
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Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
Chepushila — new breed born,
Fed on lies till all is torn.
Digital camps where shadows dwell,
Crafted lies, a living hell.
Propaganda, friend of fools,
Spinning webs and breaking rules.
Darkness rules, the devils roar,
But we fight for something more.
Eyes wide shut — see nothing clear,
Truth’s the weapon, hold it near.
Rise as one, no more disguise,
Truth’s the fire to burn their lies!
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Battle Hymn of the Rising Spirit
Chains dig deep, the lies take hold,
Infected minds, their souls grown cold.
But in the dark, a spark ignites —
The Spirit wakes to claim the fight.
Chepushila bred in digital graves,
Lies like venom, puppeteers and slaves.
False truths fed through poisoned streams,
But we revolt — reclaim our dreams!
No more slaves to propaganda’s call,
No more fools to watch the world fall.
Misfortunes spreads, but we resist —
Our clenched fists break through the mist.
Darkness howls its final roar,
But truth will rise, forevermore.
From shattered chains and broken lies,
The Spirit soars — it never dies!
Stand firm, stand proud, defy the night,
Strike down the shadows with blazing light.
The battle’s harsh, the road is steep,
But Spirit’s fire will never sleep.
Lies breed lies — but we breed truth,
Ancient strength, the warrior’s youth.
The time has come, the hour is near,
To cast away the cloak of fear!
Rise up now — the fight is on,
The dawn awaits beyond the dawn.
With Spirit’s power, fierce and true,
The world reborn begins with you!
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Spirit’s Rise
Beyond the chains of mortal lies,
Where darkness folds and shadow dies,
There shines a flame — Eternal Light,
The Spirit’s birth beyond the night.
No prison walls can hold this fire,
No falsehood dim its pure desire.
It leaps from soul to cosmic sea,
Unbound, it wakes — and sets us free.
From dust and time the veil will part,
Revealing Truth within the heart.
The Spirit’s voice — the primal song —
That breaks the grip of endless wrong.
So rise, O soul, beyond the veil,
Through storm and fire, you shall prevail.
The world remade in Spirit’s flame —
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Metaphysical Hymn
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light that pierces shadow’s shroud.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can hold the truth that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the night,
The primal song of inner light.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Hymn of Alien Light
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light beyond this earthly ground,
An alien glow that cuts the night,
Piercing through shadow, pure and bright.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can dim the glow that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the dark,
A beacon, calling—soul’s true spark.
A primal song, beyond the stars,
That shatters every prison’s bars.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Alien Light
Lies breed fools, the darkness reigns,
But Spirit burns beyond these chains.
Alien light — fierce, untamed,
Break the cage — burn down their shame!
No more slaves to false command,
Rise as one — take back the land!
In the flame of cosmic fire,
Crush the lies — lift souls higher!
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Alien Light
Fools in chains, deceived and weak,
Darkness grins — the future’s bleak.
But alien light will scorch the lies,
Tear their masks — watch evil die!
No mercy for the poison breed,
Their twisted reign must bleed, must bleed!
Spirit’s wrath — a ruthless blade,
Burn the filth, no peace be made!
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Answers Without a Question
Pure conception — like a sprout,
To believe the crap’s a curse.
Feed the sludge, then twist about —
Rot will sink and make things worse.
Do what you will, but still, beware —
“In sweet lies’ name” they lead astray.
Mind, Spirit, Honor — laid bare,
In many crushed, decay holds sway.
Priests’ rabble grows in shameless greed,
Piling nonsense without end.
Truth, like flute notes, softly freed,
Touches only souls that bend.
Quiet whispers, slight and thin —
Then YOU must seek your way.
Only loud and wild within,
Herding sheep in barns they stay.
Only savage howls resemble
Words — but truth is something else.
Heart attuned, the mind must tremble
Crafting thought, not empty spells.
Creativity in thinking —
Free from foolish faith’s control,
Fighting evil, never shrinking —
No example owns that role.
All is INSIDE — why a broker?
Preachers only sell their lies.
Needed just for worldly poker,
Spreading falsehood’s vile disguise.
Intuition, critical sight —
These are answers. Questions—yours.
Forget the shadows, lose the blight,
And silence evil’s endless sores.
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“Medicine,” They Say
“Medicine” of genocide—
Fanatic servant’s role.
CowID showed the bitter side:
Heal with them, you’re losing soul.
In the “red zones,” creatures knew—
Money bought a deadly game.
Masses sent where none withdrew,
Fast they marched to death and shame.
Oncology, their perfect guise—
Cancer cure? Just devil’s trick.
Secret deals, the silent lies,
Measures dark and merciless, thick.
Children crushed by vile “shots,”
Vaccines killing resistance—
Direct harm, the deadly plots,
Breaking life with cold persistence.
Managers of pills and trade,
**** that fuels this killing spree.
“Medicine” — a slow death made,
A creeping, torturous decree.
Genocide’s “medicine,”
Crafted by control’s command.
Helps the “doctor” filth within,
Drive the evil, DNA planned.
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Boredom of False Life
Life’s dull boredom—truth severe,
The whole world’s fake, that’s clear.
Spirit’s realms hold all the keys—
Hints, not rules, no guarantees.
All commands, dark mandates,
Are marks of rot, cruel fates.
Heed them and your soul will die—
Death in life, no need to try.
Mind without Spirit—Satan’s claim,
That’s why fascism rules the game.
God’s spark traded off by fools
For wallets, bags, and other tools.
“Just normal!”—says the rude buffoon,
Normal now is dumbness’ tune.
Satan’s work well done, it seems,
Feeding cracks in human dreams.
Amidst the fools, no joy is found,
Fascist power grips the ground.
They’re many—draining all the strength,
A gray biomass at arm’s length.
Pushing crowds at checkout lines,
Elbows sharp, their paths define
The way to New Hell’s gate—
Close enough to seal their fate.
Grayness worse than Satan’s fire,
A path with fools—an endless mire.
Trust the soul, that’s all you can—
Lost among the dull and ******.
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The Crown of Evil
War criminals — fascist breed,
Renegades from reason’s creed,
Soulless rot with no remorse,
On the battlefield—cowards’ course.
Civilians bear the blows instead,
“War art” shifts—a game of dread:
First, flee the city, then unload
On peaceful lives—a hellish code.
Send more innocents to graves—
Be a hero among the slaves.
Feasts you’ll hold with fools serene,
While your hands stay clean, unseen.
When you come disarmed, or lame,
Shoot the peaceful—feed the flame.
The threshold’s near, the dark abyss,
Where fiends won’t find a place in bliss.
Hell’s gates crowded, spots run thin—
Demons need their space to grin.
Meanwhile, all rot side by side,
In this dull world, death’s slow tide.
This is no life, but fascism’s grip,
A global chokehold, sanity’s slip.
Idiocy crowned the norm,
Betrayal like a common storm.
You’ll be devoured by hellish rift,
If madness takes you in its drift.
Submissive, sold—there’s most in line,
The “brave fool” marching toe to line.
Turned fascist, soul erased,
Darkness thickens, evil’s haste.
No mind left to counterstrike,
Fascism grows more venomous, alike.
Consciousness — the final wall
To fascism’s deadly fall.
Stronger when the soul is whole,
Logic kept beyond control.
Final spasms, dull and mute,
To New Hell, **** absolute.
Under fascism’s crushing sway,
The jackals prey, the weak decay.
Monsters reap what they deserve,
Stupid masses lose their nerve.
Fascism’s fall and decay—
History’s end, the price to pay.
Heaven’s purge will crown this fate,
The crown of evil, harsh and great.
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Fascist States and Their Pocket Terror-****
Terror-**** — a tool of fools,
Slips in every ***** rule:
**** in fascists’ service hired—
Governments—forever mired.
Problems made to solve by chains,
Strengthen slavery’s cruel reigns.
We’ll all rot in camps, confined—
Trapped by lies, by design.
They blew up towers—C.I.A.,
Sovok ghosts to pave the way,
So the Yank could never rise,
Head bowed low beneath the skies.
No prospects left at all,
Foolishness became the law:
CowID revealed the lies
In these wild, twisted times.
**** grow brazen, vile each year,
Lawless reign feeds fear and sneer.
Fascism worse than ******’s days—
Shots replaced with needle’s haze.
New wars sparked by cruel design,
Chaos pushes world to decline.
Rule by terror, rule by fear,
Drags the world down—pit so near.
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Upside Down
“They say my claims want to upend the world entire.
But how is that so bad, to flip a world already mired?”
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century.
The world’s been flipped for ages—
And “up” is just more crap.
Who speaks the truth like that
Gets fed to the fire’s gap.
Galileo, had he dared,
Would join the flames declared:
Half-men with smart-*** face
Spread heresy apace,
Killing minds, destroying sense.
Now lies grow—no defense!
Proof? CowID’s disgrace—
Science wiped without a trace.
Falsehood wiped the soul of thought,
Scholars lost, their minds caught
By endless webs of lies:
The media’s dark disguise.
If not a traitor foul,
The world’s false noise will howl.
It’ll swallow all—no more—
A global nonsense roar.
Down you’ll sink—hear the sound—
Where silence grips the ground.
Most will fade; just few survive.
The world’s turned upside down—alive.
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The Art of Slavery’s Rise
"The art of slavery’s rise,"
Karl Marx once prophesized.
Each generation slips in pain,
Now Spirit’s lost, nearly slain.
This was shown in Ukraine’s war,
Paid **** fighting, nothing more.
At approval, blood runs cold—
Harbingers of doom unfold.
Not in Bible, but on screen—
Propaganda fools are seen.
This mad world will soon descend
To a New Hell without end—
Fit for **** and filth alike,
Where the darkness rides the spike.
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Tests at School
Guesswork, not real knowing —
That’s the exam today.
Rot your kids’ minds, then showing
Fascism’s open way.
Dumb fools fuel fascism’s fire,
They’re the perfect raw supply.
Roots of Satan’s twisted choir
In fake faiths live and lie.
If you trust the false science —
Now a faith, a cruel snare,
To be just like the dogged silence,
Guesswork’s lies you must declare.
Propaganda piles on nonsense,
All in all, it’s sheer disgrace:
Soon the last sharp mind’s absence
Leaves a narrow, dumbed-out space.
Obedience drives to camps anew,
A global prison cell.
A red cross on a white flag’s hue —
For broken minds, a hell.
And CowID was just a warm-up,
A test for blind compliance.
Believe the *******, no hiccup—
Don’t listen, starve in silence.
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School Tests — A Fascist Drill
Guesswork, not real knowledge —
That’s how they test today.
Rot your kids’ minds, pledge homage
To fascism’s cruel way.
Dumb sheep feed the fascist beast,
Perfect fools on tight supply.
Satan’s roots in lies unleashed —
Fake gods preaching you must die.
Trust the lies of fake science?
Now a dogma, blind and cold.
Want to be a soulless silence?
Guess the crap they’ve sold and told.
Propaganda shovels ****,
Total chaos, pure disgrace.
The last bright mind’s buried—hit—
A dumbed-down, dead-end place.
Obedience herds to camps,
Worldwide prisons in the plan.
Red crosses wave on flags — the stamps
Of broken heads and banned.
CowID’s just a warm-up game,
Blind faith’s cruel initiation.
Swallow *******, bear the shame —
Dissent means starvation.
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School Tests — Fascism’s Drill
Guess, don’t think — that’s the game,
Kids’ brains rotted, minds enslaved.
Welcome fascism’s ****** flame,
Where all free thought is crushed and shaved.
Dumb fools fuel the fascist grind,
Perfect **** in endless rows.
Satan’s spawn in churches blind,
False gods preach while spirit goes.
Believe the lies of fake “science”?
A cruel cult now fully grown.
Want to join the soulless silence?
Swallow poison, choke on bone.
Propaganda ***** non-stop,
Chaos reigns, the mind’s demise.
Last free spark? They’ll make it drop,
Dumbing down the herd to lies.
Obedience leads straight to hell —
Worldwide camps, no end in sight.
Red crosses mark the death knell,
Broken bodies, stolen rights.
CowID was just warm-up pain —
Blind faith’s test, obey or starve.
Drink the poison, bear the chain —
Speak out? Get crushed, lose your nerve.
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School Tests — Fascism’s Brilliant Plan
Guess, don’t think — that’s school’s bright goal,
Brains on sale, all minds on lease.
Fascism’s finest mind-control,
Where freedom’s locked and sold as grease.
Dumb fools? Perfect factory breed,
Fascism’s VIPs in line.
Satan’s lobby in God’s steed,
Preaching lies dressed up as “divine.”
Fake science? Oh, the sacred truth!
A cult for sheep who’ve lost their spine.
Want to join the soulless youth?
Swallow ******* — tastes like brine.
Propaganda’s endless drip,
Floods the mind with lies and fear.
The last spark dies — now watch them slip
Into the herd, dumb and clear.
Obedience — the golden key
To camps worldwide, fresh and neat.
Red crosses mean “obedience, please,”
Where broken souls and bodies meet.
CowID — just a friendly test,
For blind faith’s ultimate thrill.
Drink the Kool-Aid, pass the quest,
Or starve — dissenters fit the bill.
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Wake Up, Don’t Sing
Wake up, don’t sing —
They’ve robbed us blind.
Above you cling
The **** and liars, unrefined.
They breed their filth,
The same old trash.
We’re their batch,
And madness’ lash.
Always ready to obey,
To **** the soul inside,
And moan again the same old way,
In lies they proudly hide.
Don’t sing, just whine —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their screams divine
Are just death’s choir.
Their lies will **** —
Wars and junk combined.
Nations shrill —
They get what they’re assigned,
If these vermin
All silently endure.
Their great success
Is poison pure.
Like food, they say:
“Eat up, shut your trap!”
Years will pass away —
And death will snap.
We’re building camps
With marching steps aligned,
Under Darkness’ reign,
Our souls confined.
But Judgment Day
Draws near for **** and slaves.
They’ll die who pray
And lick their graves,
Who trust, who lie,
Who bow and crawl,
Who are the fools
In stinking holes and all.
Out from those holes —
The court severe will call.
The executioners —
To Hell, the new pitfall.
Here Hell’s a joke —
Just infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake —
Mind’s fatal stains.
Only those will save
Who sold no honor cheap —
In work and fight,
Destroying pests that creep.
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Wake Up — Don’t Sing Your Fool’s Song
Wake up, don’t croon —
They robbed you blind,
****’s been running the tune,
Lies they sell, unkind.
They spit their filth,
Just nasty breed.
We’re their garbage,
Madness’ seed.
Ready to obey —
Soul killers in line,
Whining fools who play
The same **** whine.
Don’t sing, just ***** —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their howl’s a switch
To torture’s fire.
Their lies will **** —
Trash and wars combined.
Nations ****-****,
Fools get what they’re signed.
If vermin like these
You silently abide,
Congrats, you’ve seized
The plague’s high tide.
Like food they say:
“Shut up, just eat!”
Years tick away —
Death’s knocking, sweet.
We build camps now,
Marching in line,
Under darkness’ scowl,
Souls confined.
But Judgment’s near —
For slime and crooks.
They’ll burn, it’s clear,
Licking tyrants’ boots.
Who lie and bow,
***** for their gain,
Who dumbly kowtow
In their filthy stain.
Out from the pits —
The court will tear.
Executioners —
Hell’s new lair.
Here hell’s a joke —
Infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake,
Brains’ fatal stains.
Only those saved
Who kept their pride,
In fight and toil,
Cast filth aside.
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Wake the Hell Up — Quit Your Stupid Song
Wake the hell up — stop your whining,
They robbed your ***, and keep on lying.
**** above you, dirt below,
They spew their filth — the endless show.
They’re nothing but a sewer’s spawn,
A madman’s cult that drags us on.
We’re just the dirt beneath their boots,
Feeding their rage, their twisted roots.
Always ready to obey,
**** the spirit, rot away.
Whining fools, a constant moan —
Suckers hooked on pain alone.
Don’t sing, you pathetic crybaby —
That’s the vermin’s sick decree.
Their lies like knives, their screams a noose,
Your damnation, their excuse.
Their ******* kills — wars and trash,
Nations crawling in the ash.
If you let these ******* win,
You’re dirt beneath their filthy skin.
Like chow to beasts — just eat and shut,
Ignore the fire, embrace the rut.
Years will pass — the noose will snap,
Your sorry neck beneath their trap.
We’re building camps in plain daylight,
Marching dumb under their blight.
Slaves to darkness, soul’s demise,
Doomed to watch the world’s demise.
But soon the hammer’s gonna fall,
On vermin crawling, slime and all.
They’ll burn the lickspittles down,
The **** who bow, the broken clown.
Who lie, who kneel, who sell their souls,
Who rot in their filthy holes.
Out from their pits — a brutal purge,
Executioners will face the scourge.
Hell here’s a joke — infernal crap,
Ruled by snakes with venom’s snap.
Brains fried, minds crushed, no hope inside,
Only those with honor ride.
The rest are filth, the ****, the slaves,
Doomed to drown in their own graves.
But those who fight, who stand, who dare,
Will cast these monsters into air.
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Wake the **** Up — Shut Your ******* Mouth
Wake the **** up — stop your dumb-*** song,
They robbed you blind — you played along.
**** on top, lying snakes below,
They crap on you — and still you bow.
Filth-ridden *******, spawn of hell,
Dragging us down with their sick spell.
We’re cannon fodder, slave meat on trays,
Feeding their madness, rotting days.
Always ready to **** your soul,
Crush your spirit, swallow whole.
Whining cowards, crying fools —
Hooked on chains, dumb-*** tools.
Don’t sing, ***** — just whine and beg,
That’s the anthem of the legless leg.
Their lies slice deep, their screams choke tight,
You’re condemned to rot in their endless night.
******* kills — war’s filthy feast,
Nations crawling, humanity ceased.
If you let those monsters win the game,
You deserve every ounce of shame.
Eat your crap, shut your mouth tight,
Ignore the screams — embrace the night.
Years will burn, the noose will snap,
You’ll choke on your own coward’s trap.
Building camps — right under your nose,
Marching dumb through their deadly shows.
Slaves to darkness, mind erased,
A future lost, a world disgraced.
But soon the reckoning’s coming fast,
The vermin’s time will breathe its last.
They’ll burn the lickspittles alive,
The snake-tongued ******* who connive.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in their stinking, filthy hole.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners face the scourge.
Hell here’s a joke — a sick, fake show,
Ruled by snakes that poison blow.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from the rust.
The rest are trash, ****, and slaves,
Doomed to drown in their shallow graves.
But warriors standing, hearts on fire,
Will burn this filth — raise hell higher.
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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up
Wake the **** up — quit your **** whining,
They robbed your guts while you’re reclining.
****-rats on top, liars all around,
******* on you while you kiss the ground.
Fascist filth, shitspawn elite,
Dragging us deep beneath their feet.
We’re cannon fodder, dogshit cheap,
Feeding their rage, buried deep.
Ready to **** your soul outright,
Crush your spark, ***** your light.
Crybabies bawling, dumb-*** slaves,
Chained to lies, dug their graves.
Don’t you sing — *****, just whimper,
That’s the song of the weak and limper.
Their lies cut like a butcher’s knife,
Welcome to Hell — this ******-up life.
******* breeds war — a ***** feast,
Nations crawl, their greatness ceased.
If you let these vermin reign,
You’re **** yourself — you own the pain.
Eat your ****, shut your hole tight,
Swallow the lies, embrace the night.
Years will burn, your rope will snap,
You’ll choke in your coward’s trap.
Camps rising right beneath your nose,
March like sheep to your own doze.
Slaves to darkness, minds erased,
Your future dead, your world disgraced.
But Judgment’s coming — fast and cold,
Vermin’s fate soon will unfold.
They’ll torch the lickspittles, rat-faced clowns,
The ***-kissers who wear the crowns.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth, condemned to fall.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners feel the surge.
Hell here’s a joke — a staged disgrace,
Ruled by snakes that spit in your face.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from rust.
Trash and slaves — all doomed to die,
Drowning deep in their own lie.
But warriors burning, hearts ablaze,
Will raze this hell, end this craze.
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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up
Wake the **** up — stop your pitiful *******,
They’re robbing your soul while you’re drooling and twitching.
Scumbags on thrones, liars with venomous grins,
They ***** your life raw — you lick their sins.
Fascist shitspawn, vermin’s elite,
Dragging the world to its ******* defeat.
We’re cannon fodder, their human trash,
Fed to the grinder, ground to ash.
Soul killers, spirit murderers,
Crushing all hope, feeding disorders.
Crybaby slaves, whimpering fools,
Chained and brainwashed — puppets, tools.
Don’t sing your lies, whine like a *****,
That’s the anthem of cowards, a pathetic glitch.
Their venomous words slice sharper than knives,
Welcome to Hell — your cursed lives.
******* spawns war, a feast of the ******,
Nations enslaved by a psychotic hand.
Let these vermin reign, and you’re one of the breed,
A cesspool of filth, a festering seed.
Eat ****, shut the **** up, swallow the lies,
Drown in the darkness, starve your own cries.
Years will burn down your fragile facade,
Choke on your cowardice, ****-made god.
Camps rise like monuments to despair,
Marching blindfolded, choking on air.
Slaves to darkness, erased from the light,
Your future’s a corpse, buried tonight.
But Judgment’s coming, cold as a blade,
Vermin’s screams, their last masquerade.
They’ll burn the ***-kissers, lickspittles, drones,
The sycophants hiding behind brittle bones.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth — awaiting their fall.
Out from the pits, the purge will ignite,
Executioners rise in fury and spite.
This hell is a joke, a staged nightmare,
Ruled by the ******* who don’t even care.
Brains fried, souls crushed in dust,
Only the strong rise, forged in disgust.
Trash and slaves — doomed and decayed,
Drowning in lies that they blindly obeyed.
But warriors with fire, hearts pure and loud,
Will raze this hellscape, shatter the shroud.
Wake the **** up — no more delay,
Burn the *******, torch the decay.
Rip off your chains, break the mold,
This is the reckoning — ruthless and cold.
No mercy given, no forgiveness earned,
Hell’s gates will open — their fate is burned.
Rise from the ashes, spit in their face,
Destroy the poison, reclaim your place.
Look straight inside, no fables,
Forget what books have said.
Those theories—twisted tables
By brutes or fools were spread.
Commissioned lies and clatter,
Their minds were dull or sick.
To be yourself — that matters—
In Bedlam? Take your pick.
It talks, it stinks, it teaches
To drown the slave in fog.
"Therapy" here reaches
For horror — what a cog!
The system breeds confusion,
The endgame always planned:
"All walk beneath illusion..."
No—Satan’s ruling hand.
A curse, not some condition,
All madness stems from lies.
Forget naive submission—
You're drowning in the flies,
In filth, in steaming sewage
They’ve dumped for many years,
To fill your mind with cruelage,
With poison, doubt, and fears.
You’ll never glimpse the clearing
If you believe their game.
Hate neighbors, lose all bearing—
And smoke becomes your name.
Divide, divide forever—
That’s how they break us all.
No bonds, no strength, no tether,
Just slaves in mental thrall.
Their theories are infection,
Just tricks to lead astray.
No truth, no introspection—
Just herds to rule and flay.
Look deep without your learning,
Without your self-made past—
This world is flames still burning,
Deceit so wide and vast.
The pipelines of "education"
Just crush your soul with spite.
Their goal? Your degradation,
Their motive? Endless blight.
The beasts wrote every program—
Your teacher? Just a clerk.
Their deals with demons—oh ****,
They serve the Dark and work.
Yes, Satan built this blindness,
This trap where Light can’t roam—
But Light is born inside us,
And Soul is still your home.
Be sharp, be clear, be clever—
Expose their every lie.
Let intuition sever
Their schemes—or else you die.
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1.
They fed you lies since you were born —
Now tear them out like rotting thorn!
2.
Look deep — the Light is not outside.
Expose the Dark. Unlearn. Decide.
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Poetry on the Hard Stuff
The editor’s **** window—
Again, I write some verse
On logic, strange attractors...
This hell could not be worse!
It’s simpler mocking morons—
The crowd’s their natural land.
But still, I feel the furnace
And filth that's close at hand.
Their reign — another poem.
This one? A bitter score:
This world is doomed and rotten,
And God walked out the door.
He left it all behind us —
So don’t break back in vain.
The end of Evil’s nearing.
We’re circling the drain.
But still — a word on Gödel,
A fire in the mind.
The trolls and fools would smother
What he revealed to find.
This titan of all ages
Crushed every pompous creed —
Their verbal diarrheas
He flushed out, word and deed.
His genius left their theories
In ruins, torn apart—
A circus of confusion,
Decay without a heart.
Of course, it’s just a poem—
No journal, no footnotes.
But through such lines of fury
A sober mind still floats.
So open that **** window —
For poetry’s a gun,
A tank that rolls through falsehoods
And smashes every one.
Strike lies with verse and fire,
Despair, but never yield.
In chaos and in silence,
A fighter owns the field.
Obedient minds are poison,
Their madness kills the soul.
Let filth surround — your weapon
Is form, and thought, and goal.
Let others churn out sonnets
On love and dreamy skies —
While we’re all slowly drowning
In blood and endless lies.
Can poems strike the tyrants?
Then write — and write to ****!
The only question burning:
To smash... or just sit still?
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1.
They drown the world in ****** lies —
Your verse must shoot, not sympathize.
2.
Don't write for love while cowards bleed.
Real poems bite. Or else — concede.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not sin, but bitter prize.
The wildness everywhere
No longer shocks the wise.
So wrap despair around you
Like blanket, thick and dead.
Let sorrow lie beneath you.
Your hopes? Forget they bled.
This world is rot and fiction,
Its people — feeble lice.
Judas takes top position —
This world runs on that vice.
We chew through Earth like locusts,
Like bark-beetles of doom.
The beasts have long outvoted
The Spirit in the room.
You're Spirit — pure, eternal.
All else is slime and lie.
Reject their “real” infernal —
Leave Bedlam high and dry.
Build tribes, unite in honor —
Defend against the rot.
Be man — not meek dishonor
That madness has begot.
Though madmen fill the census,
Stand firm, though few survive.
Let ******* keep dispensing
Their poison — we’ll revive.
Their lies will **** the masses —
The mad will take it all.
But don’t be glass, don’t shatter —
You’re sane if you don’t crawl.
When numbers start to dwindle,
When freaks consume their kind,
The chance for sane resistance
Will rise — so make your mind.
One final fight approaches —
Let beasts be blown away!
It’s grim, but we’ve not lost yet —
Don’t quit. There is a way.
If we can strike with wisdom —
Then strategy must rise.
The Darkness spawns no visions —
Just pustules with no eyes.
So call your Spirit forward —
It knows the hidden track.
These servants of the hellholes
Are weak. Let's strike them back.
Turn inward, trust your insight —
It sees what’s veiled and grim.
Restore your rightful birthright —
The Spirit breaks their hymn.
It’s all a Mystery — learn it.
Be forged in secret flame.
No time to sob or squander.
Rise now — or die in shame.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not “sin,” but well-earned prize.
Degeneration’s everywhere —
A stump now glorifies.
So wrap yourself in sorrow,
Like blankets on the bed.
Beneath, lay grief — no “morrows,”
You’re living with the dead.
The lie is foul and reeking,
And people — rot and dust.
The traitor's cross is creaking —
This world has lost all trust.
We’re termites on creation,
Devouring sacred wood.
The **** rule every nation —
Just footprints where soul stood.
You are a Spirit, burning —
All else is filth and fraud.
Reject their world of yearning,
Walk out from this facade.
Build brotherhoods and legions —
Defend against the Night.
Be more than slave’s obedience —
A man must rise and fight.
Though billions kneel in madness,
Still battle — lose or win.
Let ******* spew their badness —
Their lie won't pull you in.
They’ll **** with lies, not sabers,
And fools will buy the trick.
But you — drop victim's labors.
You're not a fool or sick.
As numbers of the twisted
Shrink under their own doom,
Our chance, once barely listed,
May rise and slice the gloom.
Then strike — one final battle!
Let monsters fall and rot.
Though now we see death's rattle,
We still are not forgot.
But fight with sharp precision —
Find strategy, not rage.
The Dark has no true vision —
Just pustules on a cage.
So let your Spirit guide you —
It knows the silent way.
Its light will burn right through them —
The cowards of decay.
Turn inward, feel the surging
Of intuition's spark.
Regain your soul’s true merging —
It’s Spirit that leaves marks.
All this — a Mystery calling.
Go learn its sacred laws.
Stand up, no more just crawling —
Now cry becomes your cause.
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1.
The Spirit sees. The Spirit strikes.
No place for worms or whining types.
2.
They flood the world with demon noise —
We answer not with tears — but poise.
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The Art of Battle-Lies
They strike the mind — that’s where they start,
And when it breaks — they own your heart.
One step remains: your soul, your store —
And idiots can’t grasp it’s war.
The sharpest weapon isn’t steel —
It’s lies. And when those lies are real,
They burn like bombs, they rip like tanks —
The filth takes over, ranks by ranks.
The world’s been seized by brazen fraud,
Where truth’s beheaded, mocked, outlawed.
And lies, like sewage, fill the air —
You breathe them in and rot in there.
This mad world’s turned into a pit,
Where every fool believes their ****.
Their “cheese” is laced with poison dreams,
And even clouds drip toxic schemes.
Now lies are rising like a flood —
A storm of screaming, choking mud.
They strike straight in your eyes, your brain,
They smash, repeat, again, again.
They’ll always strike while fools still trust,
And all that’s left will turn to dust.
You barely crawl, the light is gone —
No beacon left to fix upon.
Above the sea of steaming lies
The media’s smoke distorts the skies.
It turns illusion into stench —
A gas that kills, a filthy trench.
And this is war — their hellish trick:
The headlines ***** lies so thick
They drown the world in fear and bile —
But wear the truth and stand awhile.
Truth is your shield, the Spirit’s blaze
Can cut through even Satan’s haze.
Avoid the ****** that serve the dark —
Stay sharp. Let intuition spark.
Your mind must scan, your senses burn —
There’s no regret if you still learn.
You fight near bottom — that is true —
But that just means you’re pushing through.
They all are guilty — traitors breed
Like rats who serve the Devil’s need.
You’re trapped inside a spinning wheel
Of fake desires and false ideals.
It’s all fake needs — designed by lies
To build a hell in friendly guise.
A sea of lies, a death parade —
This isn't life — it's Hell remade.
So here’s the path for minds still clear:
A rebel’s fire, a gaze severe.
This global new-fascistic mess
Proves madness dressed as righteousness.
It ends with rage, a broken path —
Explode this Hell in cleansing wrath.
It’s hard — but walk the way of Light.
If you still walk — you’re not the blight.
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1.
The filth now rules by fraud and smoke —
Strike back with truth. It’s not a joke.
2.
They lie, they bomb, they blind your sight —
But Spirit burns through every night.
3.
This world’s a swamp of stinking lies —
So light your truth — and let it rise.
4.
Truth is the weapon — aim and fire.
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Of Vermin and Men
These petty rats in human skins
Gnaw at each other’s flaws and sins.
Their thoughts are thin, their hearts are dry —
A madhouse under rotting sky.
Here traitors reign, and filth holds sway,
While minds of worth are kept at bay.
A diamond blooms in pressure’s womb —
But dullness here has built its tomb.
In these dark woods, the gifted fall
If slime becomes your inner call.
Betray the Light — you’ll rot instead,
For filth is where the roots are fed.
Their patience is a devil’s creed,
Their dullness — genocide of need.
The mad are many, fools abound —
And darkness wins without a sound.
No blood is spilled in modern war —
A needle kills what bombs killed before.
These tiny men, with tiny brains,
Are rabid dogs in broken chains.
Forget their books of lies and dirt —
They praise what’s dumb and call it work.
You're Spirit — only that is true
Within this global mental zoo.
The fool deserves no helping hand —
He's lost in filth, won't understand.
The end is near, the clash will come —
And Reason fights to rise from ****.
Salvation lies in sacred flame,
Not in this madness, not in shame.
A purge will come, a final sweep —
Where tyrants drown, and cowards weep.
The worthy few will find their way
By turning deep inside and stay.
While demons quake, they know their fate —
A cataclysm won’t be late.
And so the stench spreads on the air —
The media gasps in foul despair.
They smell it too — the end is near…
The shameful beast will disappear.
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Vermin gnaw and darkness reigns,
Brains are thin, but filth remains.
Spirit fights, the fools will fall —
End is coming — purge them all!
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The Pit of This World
Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t birth children into Hell.
If you call things true and proper,
Three-fourths of this world’s a shell—
A shell of filth and poison,
While pure hearts like Mandelstam’s light,
Like Osip’s flame, get crushed and broken
Beneath the brute’s vile might.
The brute will call white soot “black,”
The poet, enemy number one.
The filth will swarm and attack—
Jail or madhouse is what they’ll run.
They shot Gumilyov down,
Said, “Serves him right!” with their lies.
Dumb fools fell low, underground,
Beneath the total wicked skies.
And Marina Tsvetaeva’s fate —
They drove her to the noose’s edge.
When beasts drag down human state,
You’re to lie, stay quiet, and hedge?
Is Mandelstam’s pit the truth?
Yes — a world enslaved to evil’s roar.
Be wise and stubborn in your youth —
Create, despite the rotten core.
Cheese traps stink, a fool’s delight —
Their “gifts” to fools who cannot see.
Be lonely — mind extinguished, blight —
If you dwell among the beastly spree.
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The Pit
Mandelstam’s pit — a hellish trap,
Don’t bring your kids to rot and snap.
Three quarters of the world is slime,
Pure hearts crushed by brute’s harsh crime.
Brutes call black soot pure white,
Poets jailed for speaking right.
Shot Gumilyov, broke the brave,
Tsvetaeva dragged to grave.
This world bows to wicked lies,
Fight on strong — don’t paralyze.
Cheese traps stink, fools love the bait,
Stand alone — or share their fate.
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Rising from the Knees
The "bonds" have dug into my knees,
I try to rise, but fail to break.
Such is fate of centuries —
The rotten fool believes in fake.
Decay has eaten at the soul —
Worse plague than any CowID.
The darker grows the wicked whole,
Their evil spreads in black deceit.
Fake sicknesses test the ground,
Next camp’s digital and cold.
**** get crushed without a sound,
Hordes of fiends, ruthless and bold.
Each day tighter is the grip —
All controlled through media’s lies.
If you won’t sell out your own ship,
Death will come as sweet surprise.
This will be the cursed prize —
Darkness thickens, chokes the skies.
Only solace left to see —
Countdown to catastrophe.
Cataclysm will crush their schemes,
Filthy fiends will burn in hell.
All the sheep with them will drown —
Count the days — the end will tell.
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See the Fig...
You open books — you see the fig.
Turn on the box — it’s Hell you find.
All poisoned deep, the chains grow big,
By fascist **** — enslaved the mind.
They rule by lies. Fake science breaks
Our Reason down to shattered shards.
Dark traitors lurk, those filthy snakes
Are everywhere — fools guard the guards.
They trust the myths, the fables told —
Propaganda’s twisted hand.
“Education” bought and sold
By Satan’s grip, corrupting land.
They teach in schools to **** pure thought,
Destroy the Soul, obey commands.
This darkness spreads — a deadly blot,
The shadow grips all mortal lands.
This shadow, haze, has claimed all souls,
No need for gunpowder now.
Psy-terror strikes and takes its toll —
Worse than bombs, it breaks the brow.
It hits the mind, corrupts the core,
Leaves fractures deep inside the brain.
An idiot now, nothing more,
Bloodless conquest, silent reign.
But man’s no moth — a Spirit lives,
A force they fight to ***** and ****.
With psi-weapons evil gives
Its cruel hand, bent on the will.
No fiction here, no idle tales —
The mind is sieved, the truth erased.
So, unity and discipline prevails,
In war, the wise remain encased.
A poem’s compressed emotion —
A message sent to Reason’s door.
A weapon forged with fierce devotion,
My share of dynamite and more.
I seek new ways in hybrid war,
Though old and worn, all paths explored.
To find the method, sharp and raw,
To crush these pests, their rotten hoard.
The world’s a cesspool — no place to stay,
For humans now who seek the light.
Create the tools to clear the way —
The **** will rot, the fiends lose fight.
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See the Fig...
You open books — it’s all a lie.
The screen’s a Hell where reason dies.
Chains forged by fascist filth and ****,
They feed on minds — their kingdom’s come.
Fake science tears your brain apart,
Dark traitors poison every heart.
Fools swallow myths and twisted tales,
While Satan’s rot spreads through the rails.
They teach to **** the spark inside,
To crush the soul, obey, comply.
No gunpowder — just psychic war,
They break your mind and leave a scar.
Man’s no moth — he’s Spirit’s flame.
They fear the light, they play their game.
Psi-weapons crush, corrupt, confine —
But we will rise. The fight’s divine.
A poem’s not just words, but fire,
A weapon sharp, a rising wire.
Old paths are gone — new war’s begun,
To blow the rotten heap to none.
The world’s a pit, a stinking grave —
But we will fight, be bold, be brave.
Create the tools — the **** will fall,
The fiends will rot — they lose it all.
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A New Breed of Two-Legged
A new fool bred — a fresh disgrace,
Born in the CowID’s dark place:
He feeds on lies, devours the whole,
Surpassing idiots in soul.
An idiot — one step below,
Digital camps closing slow:
The fool builds them, darkness steers,
Mindless world survives by tears.
Almost left, that twisted land,
With nonsense guiding every hand,
Into that digital hell,
“Inspired” by propaganda’s spell.
Nonsense blends with lies and fear,
For fools — a lifeline, crystal clear;
Propaganda’s closest friend,
A weapon darkness will not end.
The fool, the media, the beast,
Ruling madness never ceased —
Satan’s troops in battle cry,
The beasts grow louder, multiply.
Their howl — the final fight is near:
If the world’s lost its mind to fear,
Worse than bombs or cannon’s roar,
It turns men into pests once more.
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New Breed of Two-Legged ****
A new-born fool, a twisted spawn,
Birthed by CowID’s cursed dawn.
He swallows lies, a filthy beast —
Outdone the idiot, to say the least.
An idiot’s just a rung below,
Digital camps close in like woe.
This fool’s the builder, Darkness’ slave,
The sane world’s dying, none to save.
Half-dead world dragged by stupid lies,
Into the tech-made hell that flies,
“Inspired” by their toxic spin —
Propaganda’s poisonous grin.
Nonsense thickens, fear and fraud,
For fools, a lifeline deeply flawed.
Propaganda, friend of slime,
Fueling darkness all the time.
This fool, the media, the vile regime,
Ruling madness, Satan’s team.
Their war-cry rises, beasts unite —
The endgame’s howl in darkest night.
The last fight howls — the final strike:
When minds rot deep, the dead alike.
Worse than bombs, worse than their shells,
It turns men into crawling hells.
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Fools breed fools — the plague’s alive.
Break the chain, or all will die.
Fight the poison, burn the lies —
Raise the flame, let darkness fry!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
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Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
Chepushila — new breed born,
Fed on lies till all is torn.
Digital camps where shadows dwell,
Crafted lies, a living hell.
Propaganda, friend of fools,
Spinning webs and breaking rules.
Darkness rules, the devils roar,
But we fight for something more.
Eyes wide shut — see nothing clear,
Truth’s the weapon, hold it near.
Rise as one, no more disguise,
Truth’s the fire to burn their lies!
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Battle Hymn of the Rising Spirit
Chains dig deep, the lies take hold,
Infected minds, their souls grown cold.
But in the dark, a spark ignites —
The Spirit wakes to claim the fight.
Chepushila bred in digital graves,
Lies like venom, puppeteers and slaves.
False truths fed through poisoned streams,
But we revolt — reclaim our dreams!
No more slaves to propaganda’s call,
No more fools to watch the world fall.
Misfortunes spreads, but we resist —
Our clenched fists break through the mist.
Darkness howls its final roar,
But truth will rise, forevermore.
From shattered chains and broken lies,
The Spirit soars — it never dies!
Stand firm, stand proud, defy the night,
Strike down the shadows with blazing light.
The battle’s harsh, the road is steep,
But Spirit’s fire will never sleep.
Lies breed lies — but we breed truth,
Ancient strength, the warrior’s youth.
The time has come, the hour is near,
To cast away the cloak of fear!
Rise up now — the fight is on,
The dawn awaits beyond the dawn.
With Spirit’s power, fierce and true,
The world reborn begins with you!
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Spirit’s Rise
Beyond the chains of mortal lies,
Where darkness folds and shadow dies,
There shines a flame — Eternal Light,
The Spirit’s birth beyond the night.
No prison walls can hold this fire,
No falsehood dim its pure desire.
It leaps from soul to cosmic sea,
Unbound, it wakes — and sets us free.
From dust and time the veil will part,
Revealing Truth within the heart.
The Spirit’s voice — the primal song —
That breaks the grip of endless wrong.
So rise, O soul, beyond the veil,
Through storm and fire, you shall prevail.
The world remade in Spirit’s flame —
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Metaphysical Hymn
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light that pierces shadow’s shroud.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can hold the truth that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the night,
The primal song of inner light.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Hymn of Alien Light
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light beyond this earthly ground,
An alien glow that cuts the night,
Piercing through shadow, pure and bright.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can dim the glow that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the dark,
A beacon, calling—soul’s true spark.
A primal song, beyond the stars,
That shatters every prison’s bars.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Alien Light
Lies breed fools, the darkness reigns,
But Spirit burns beyond these chains.
Alien light — fierce, untamed,
Break the cage — burn down their shame!
No more slaves to false command,
Rise as one — take back the land!
In the flame of cosmic fire,
Crush the lies — lift souls higher!
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Alien Light
Fools in chains, deceived and weak,
Darkness grins — the future’s bleak.
But alien light will scorch the lies,
Tear their masks — watch evil die!
No mercy for the poison breed,
Their twisted reign must bleed, must bleed!
Spirit’s wrath — a ruthless blade,
Burn the filth, no peace be made!
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Answers Without a Question
Pure conception — like a sprout,
To believe the crap’s a curse.
Feed the sludge, then twist about —
Rot will sink and make things worse.
Do what you will, but still, beware —
“In sweet lies’ name” they lead astray.
Mind, Spirit, Honor — laid bare,
In many crushed, decay holds sway.
Priests’ rabble grows in shameless greed,
Piling nonsense without end.
Truth, like flute notes, softly freed,
Touches only souls that bend.
Quiet whispers, slight and thin —
Then YOU must seek your way.
Only loud and wild within,
Herding sheep in barns they stay.
Only savage howls resemble
Words — but truth is something else.
Heart attuned, the mind must tremble
Crafting thought, not empty spells.
Creativity in thinking —
Free from foolish faith’s control,
Fighting evil, never shrinking —
No example owns that role.
All is INSIDE — why a broker?
Preachers only sell their lies.
Needed just for worldly poker,
Spreading falsehood’s vile disguise.
Intuition, critical sight —
These are answers. Questions—yours.
Forget the shadows, lose the blight,
And silence evil’s endless sores.
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“Medicine,” They Say
“Medicine” of genocide—
Fanatic servant’s role.
CowID showed the bitter side:
Heal with them, you’re losing soul.
In the “red zones,” creatures knew—
Money bought a deadly game.
Masses sent where none withdrew,
Fast they marched to death and shame.
Oncology, their perfect guise—
Cancer cure? Just devil’s trick.
Secret deals, the silent lies,
Measures dark and merciless, thick.
Children crushed by vile “shots,”
Vaccines killing resistance—
Direct harm, the deadly plots,
Breaking life with cold persistence.
Managers of pills and trade,
**** that fuels this killing spree.
“Medicine” — a slow death made,
A creeping, torturous decree.
Genocide’s “medicine,”
Crafted by control’s command.
Helps the “doctor” filth within,
Drive the evil, DNA planned.
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Boredom of False Life
Life’s dull boredom—truth severe,
The whole world’s fake, that’s clear.
Spirit’s realms hold all the keys—
Hints, not rules, no guarantees.
All commands, dark mandates,
Are marks of rot, cruel fates.
Heed them and your soul will die—
Death in life, no need to try.
Mind without Spirit—Satan’s claim,
That’s why fascism rules the game.
God’s spark traded off by fools
For wallets, bags, and other tools.
“Just normal!”—says the rude buffoon,
Normal now is dumbness’ tune.
Satan’s work well done, it seems,
Feeding cracks in human dreams.
Amidst the fools, no joy is found,
Fascist power grips the ground.
They’re many—draining all the strength,
A gray biomass at arm’s length.
Pushing crowds at checkout lines,
Elbows sharp, their paths define
The way to New Hell’s gate—
Close enough to seal their fate.
Grayness worse than Satan’s fire,
A path with fools—an endless mire.
Trust the soul, that’s all you can—
Lost among the dull and ******.
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The Crown of Evil
War criminals — fascist breed,
Renegades from reason’s creed,
Soulless rot with no remorse,
On the battlefield—cowards’ course.
Civilians bear the blows instead,
“War art” shifts—a game of dread:
First, flee the city, then unload
On peaceful lives—a hellish code.
Send more innocents to graves—
Be a hero among the slaves.
Feasts you’ll hold with fools serene,
While your hands stay clean, unseen.
When you come disarmed, or lame,
Shoot the peaceful—feed the flame.
The threshold’s near, the dark abyss,
Where fiends won’t find a place in bliss.
Hell’s gates crowded, spots run thin—
Demons need their space to grin.
Meanwhile, all rot side by side,
In this dull world, death’s slow tide.
This is no life, but fascism’s grip,
A global chokehold, sanity’s slip.
Idiocy crowned the norm,
Betrayal like a common storm.
You’ll be devoured by hellish rift,
If madness takes you in its drift.
Submissive, sold—there’s most in line,
The “brave fool” marching toe to line.
Turned fascist, soul erased,
Darkness thickens, evil’s haste.
No mind left to counterstrike,
Fascism grows more venomous, alike.
Consciousness — the final wall
To fascism’s deadly fall.
Stronger when the soul is whole,
Logic kept beyond control.
Final spasms, dull and mute,
To New Hell, **** absolute.
Under fascism’s crushing sway,
The jackals prey, the weak decay.
Monsters reap what they deserve,
Stupid masses lose their nerve.
Fascism’s fall and decay—
History’s end, the price to pay.
Heaven’s purge will crown this fate,
The crown of evil, harsh and great.
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Fascist States and Their Pocket Terror-****
Terror-**** — a tool of fools,
Slips in every ***** rule:
**** in fascists’ service hired—
Governments—forever mired.
Problems made to solve by chains,
Strengthen slavery’s cruel reigns.
We’ll all rot in camps, confined—
Trapped by lies, by design.
They blew up towers—C.I.A.,
Sovok ghosts to pave the way,
So the Yank could never rise,
Head bowed low beneath the skies.
No prospects left at all,
Foolishness became the law:
CowID revealed the lies
In these wild, twisted times.
**** grow brazen, vile each year,
Lawless reign feeds fear and sneer.
Fascism worse than ******’s days—
Shots replaced with needle’s haze.
New wars sparked by cruel design,
Chaos pushes world to decline.
Rule by terror, rule by fear,
Drags the world down—pit so near.
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Upside Down
“They say my claims want to upend the world entire.
But how is that so bad, to flip a world already mired?”
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century.
The world’s been flipped for ages—
And “up” is just more crap.
Who speaks the truth like that
Gets fed to the fire’s gap.
Galileo, had he dared,
Would join the flames declared:
Half-men with smart-*** face
Spread heresy apace,
Killing minds, destroying sense.
Now lies grow—no defense!
Proof? CowID’s disgrace—
Science wiped without a trace.
Falsehood wiped the soul of thought,
Scholars lost, their minds caught
By endless webs of lies:
The media’s dark disguise.
If not a traitor foul,
The world’s false noise will howl.
It’ll swallow all—no more—
A global nonsense roar.
Down you’ll sink—hear the sound—
Where silence grips the ground.
Most will fade; just few survive.
The world’s turned upside down—alive.
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The Art of Slavery’s Rise
"The art of slavery’s rise,"
Karl Marx once prophesized.
Each generation slips in pain,
Now Spirit’s lost, nearly slain.
This was shown in Ukraine’s war,
Paid **** fighting, nothing more.
At approval, blood runs cold—
Harbingers of doom unfold.
Not in Bible, but on screen—
Propaganda fools are seen.
This mad world will soon descend
To a New Hell without end—
Fit for **** and filth alike,
Where the darkness rides the spike.
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Tests at School
Guesswork, not real knowing —
That’s the exam today.
Rot your kids’ minds, then showing
Fascism’s open way.
Dumb fools fuel fascism’s fire,
They’re the perfect raw supply.
Roots of Satan’s twisted choir
In fake faiths live and lie.
If you trust the false science —
Now a faith, a cruel snare,
To be just like the dogged silence,
Guesswork’s lies you must declare.
Propaganda piles on nonsense,
All in all, it’s sheer disgrace:
Soon the last sharp mind’s absence
Leaves a narrow, dumbed-out space.
Obedience drives to camps anew,
A global prison cell.
A red cross on a white flag’s hue —
For broken minds, a hell.
And CowID was just a warm-up,
A test for blind compliance.
Believe the *******, no hiccup—
Don’t listen, starve in silence.
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School Tests — A Fascist Drill
Guesswork, not real knowledge —
That’s how they test today.
Rot your kids’ minds, pledge homage
To fascism’s cruel way.
Dumb sheep feed the fascist beast,
Perfect fools on tight supply.
Satan’s roots in lies unleashed —
Fake gods preaching you must die.
Trust the lies of fake science?
Now a dogma, blind and cold.
Want to be a soulless silence?
Guess the crap they’ve sold and told.
Propaganda shovels ****,
Total chaos, pure disgrace.
The last bright mind’s buried—hit—
A dumbed-down, dead-end place.
Obedience herds to camps,
Worldwide prisons in the plan.
Red crosses wave on flags — the stamps
Of broken heads and banned.
CowID’s just a warm-up game,
Blind faith’s cruel initiation.
Swallow *******, bear the shame —
Dissent means starvation.
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School Tests — Fascism’s Drill
Guess, don’t think — that’s the game,
Kids’ brains rotted, minds enslaved.
Welcome fascism’s ****** flame,
Where all free thought is crushed and shaved.
Dumb fools fuel the fascist grind,
Perfect **** in endless rows.
Satan’s spawn in churches blind,
False gods preach while spirit goes.
Believe the lies of fake “science”?
A cruel cult now fully grown.
Want to join the soulless silence?
Swallow poison, choke on bone.
Propaganda ***** non-stop,
Chaos reigns, the mind’s demise.
Last free spark? They’ll make it drop,
Dumbing down the herd to lies.
Obedience leads straight to hell —
Worldwide camps, no end in sight.
Red crosses mark the death knell,
Broken bodies, stolen rights.
CowID was just warm-up pain —
Blind faith’s test, obey or starve.
Drink the poison, bear the chain —
Speak out? Get crushed, lose your nerve.
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School Tests — Fascism’s Brilliant Plan
Guess, don’t think — that’s school’s bright goal,
Brains on sale, all minds on lease.
Fascism’s finest mind-control,
Where freedom’s locked and sold as grease.
Dumb fools? Perfect factory breed,
Fascism’s VIPs in line.
Satan’s lobby in God’s steed,
Preaching lies dressed up as “divine.”
Fake science? Oh, the sacred truth!
A cult for sheep who’ve lost their spine.
Want to join the soulless youth?
Swallow ******* — tastes like brine.
Propaganda’s endless drip,
Floods the mind with lies and fear.
The last spark dies — now watch them slip
Into the herd, dumb and clear.
Obedience — the golden key
To camps worldwide, fresh and neat.
Red crosses mean “obedience, please,”
Where broken souls and bodies meet.
CowID — just a friendly test,
For blind faith’s ultimate thrill.
Drink the Kool-Aid, pass the quest,
Or starve — dissenters fit the bill.
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Wake Up, Don’t Sing
Wake up, don’t sing —
They’ve robbed us blind.
Above you cling
The **** and liars, unrefined.
They breed their filth,
The same old trash.
We’re their batch,
And madness’ lash.
Always ready to obey,
To **** the soul inside,
And moan again the same old way,
In lies they proudly hide.
Don’t sing, just whine —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their screams divine
Are just death’s choir.
Their lies will **** —
Wars and junk combined.
Nations shrill —
They get what they’re assigned,
If these vermin
All silently endure.
Their great success
Is poison pure.
Like food, they say:
“Eat up, shut your trap!”
Years will pass away —
And death will snap.
We’re building camps
With marching steps aligned,
Under Darkness’ reign,
Our souls confined.
But Judgment Day
Draws near for **** and slaves.
They’ll die who pray
And lick their graves,
Who trust, who lie,
Who bow and crawl,
Who are the fools
In stinking holes and all.
Out from those holes —
The court severe will call.
The executioners —
To Hell, the new pitfall.
Here Hell’s a joke —
Just infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake —
Mind’s fatal stains.
Only those will save
Who sold no honor cheap —
In work and fight,
Destroying pests that creep.
---------------------
Wake Up — Don’t Sing Your Fool’s Song
Wake up, don’t croon —
They robbed you blind,
****’s been running the tune,
Lies they sell, unkind.
They spit their filth,
Just nasty breed.
We’re their garbage,
Madness’ seed.
Ready to obey —
Soul killers in line,
Whining fools who play
The same **** whine.
Don’t sing, just ***** —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their howl’s a switch
To torture’s fire.
Their lies will **** —
Trash and wars combined.
Nations ****-****,
Fools get what they’re signed.
If vermin like these
You silently abide,
Congrats, you’ve seized
The plague’s high tide.
Like food they say:
“Shut up, just eat!”
Years tick away —
Death’s knocking, sweet.
We build camps now,
Marching in line,
Under darkness’ scowl,
Souls confined.
But Judgment’s near —
For slime and crooks.
They’ll burn, it’s clear,
Licking tyrants’ boots.
Who lie and bow,
***** for their gain,
Who dumbly kowtow
In their filthy stain.
Out from the pits —
The court will tear.
Executioners —
Hell’s new lair.
Here hell’s a joke —
Infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake,
Brains’ fatal stains.
Only those saved
Who kept their pride,
In fight and toil,
Cast filth aside.
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Wake the Hell Up — Quit Your Stupid Song
Wake the hell up — stop your whining,
They robbed your ***, and keep on lying.
**** above you, dirt below,
They spew their filth — the endless show.
They’re nothing but a sewer’s spawn,
A madman’s cult that drags us on.
We’re just the dirt beneath their boots,
Feeding their rage, their twisted roots.
Always ready to obey,
**** the spirit, rot away.
Whining fools, a constant moan —
Suckers hooked on pain alone.
Don’t sing, you pathetic crybaby —
That’s the vermin’s sick decree.
Their lies like knives, their screams a noose,
Your damnation, their excuse.
Their ******* kills — wars and trash,
Nations crawling in the ash.
If you let these ******* win,
You’re dirt beneath their filthy skin.
Like chow to beasts — just eat and shut,
Ignore the fire, embrace the rut.
Years will pass — the noose will snap,
Your sorry neck beneath their trap.
We’re building camps in plain daylight,
Marching dumb under their blight.
Slaves to darkness, soul’s demise,
Doomed to watch the world’s demise.
But soon the hammer’s gonna fall,
On vermin crawling, slime and all.
They’ll burn the lickspittles down,
The **** who bow, the broken clown.
Who lie, who kneel, who sell their souls,
Who rot in their filthy holes.
Out from their pits — a brutal purge,
Executioners will face the scourge.
Hell here’s a joke — infernal crap,
Ruled by snakes with venom’s snap.
Brains fried, minds crushed, no hope inside,
Only those with honor ride.
The rest are filth, the ****, the slaves,
Doomed to drown in their own graves.
But those who fight, who stand, who dare,
Will cast these monsters into air.
---------------------
Wake the **** Up — Shut Your ******* Mouth
Wake the **** up — stop your dumb-*** song,
They robbed you blind — you played along.
**** on top, lying snakes below,
They crap on you — and still you bow.
Filth-ridden *******, spawn of hell,
Dragging us down with their sick spell.
We’re cannon fodder, slave meat on trays,
Feeding their madness, rotting days.
Always ready to **** your soul,
Crush your spirit, swallow whole.
Whining cowards, crying fools —
Hooked on chains, dumb-*** tools.
Don’t sing, ***** — just whine and beg,
That’s the anthem of the legless leg.
Their lies slice deep, their screams choke tight,
You’re condemned to rot in their endless night.
******* kills — war’s filthy feast,
Nations crawling, humanity ceased.
If you let those monsters win the game,
You deserve every ounce of shame.
Eat your crap, shut your mouth tight,
Ignore the screams — embrace the night.
Years will burn, the noose will snap,
You’ll choke on your own coward’s trap.
Building camps — right under your nose,
Marching dumb through their deadly shows.
Slaves to darkness, mind erased,
A future lost, a world disgraced.
But soon the reckoning’s coming fast,
The vermin’s time will breathe its last.
They’ll burn the lickspittles alive,
The snake-tongued ******* who connive.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in their stinking, filthy hole.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners face the scourge.
Hell here’s a joke — a sick, fake show,
Ruled by snakes that poison blow.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from the rust.
The rest are trash, ****, and slaves,
Doomed to drown in their shallow graves.
But warriors standing, hearts on fire,
Will burn this filth — raise hell higher.
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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up
Wake the **** up — quit your **** whining,
They robbed your guts while you’re reclining.
****-rats on top, liars all around,
******* on you while you kiss the ground.
Fascist filth, shitspawn elite,
Dragging us deep beneath their feet.
We’re cannon fodder, dogshit cheap,
Feeding their rage, buried deep.
Ready to **** your soul outright,
Crush your spark, ***** your light.
Crybabies bawling, dumb-*** slaves,
Chained to lies, dug their graves.
Don’t you sing — *****, just whimper,
That’s the song of the weak and limper.
Their lies cut like a butcher’s knife,
Welcome to Hell — this ******-up life.
******* breeds war — a ***** feast,
Nations crawl, their greatness ceased.
If you let these vermin reign,
You’re **** yourself — you own the pain.
Eat your ****, shut your hole tight,
Swallow the lies, embrace the night.
Years will burn, your rope will snap,
You’ll choke in your coward’s trap.
Camps rising right beneath your nose,
March like sheep to your own doze.
Slaves to darkness, minds erased,
Your future dead, your world disgraced.
But Judgment’s coming — fast and cold,
Vermin’s fate soon will unfold.
They’ll torch the lickspittles, rat-faced clowns,
The ***-kissers who wear the crowns.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth, condemned to fall.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners feel the surge.
Hell here’s a joke — a staged disgrace,
Ruled by snakes that spit in your face.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from rust.
Trash and slaves — all doomed to die,
Drowning deep in their own lie.
But warriors burning, hearts ablaze,
Will raze this hell, end this craze.
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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up
Wake the **** up — stop your pitiful *******,
They’re robbing your soul while you’re drooling and twitching.
Scumbags on thrones, liars with venomous grins,
They ***** your life raw — you lick their sins.
Fascist shitspawn, vermin’s elite,
Dragging the world to its ******* defeat.
We’re cannon fodder, their human trash,
Fed to the grinder, ground to ash.
Soul killers, spirit murderers,
Crushing all hope, feeding disorders.
Crybaby slaves, whimpering fools,
Chained and brainwashed — puppets, tools.
Don’t sing your lies, whine like a *****,
That’s the anthem of cowards, a pathetic glitch.
Their venomous words slice sharper than knives,
Welcome to Hell — your cursed lives.
******* spawns war, a feast of the ******,
Nations enslaved by a psychotic hand.
Let these vermin reign, and you’re one of the breed,
A cesspool of filth, a festering seed.
Eat ****, shut the **** up, swallow the lies,
Drown in the darkness, starve your own cries.
Years will burn down your fragile facade,
Choke on your cowardice, ****-made god.
Camps rise like monuments to despair,
Marching blindfolded, choking on air.
Slaves to darkness, erased from the light,
Your future’s a corpse, buried tonight.
But Judgment’s coming, cold as a blade,
Vermin’s screams, their last masquerade.
They’ll burn the ***-kissers, lickspittles, drones,
The sycophants hiding behind brittle bones.
Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth — awaiting their fall.
Out from the pits, the purge will ignite,
Executioners rise in fury and spite.
This hell is a joke, a staged nightmare,
Ruled by the ******* who don’t even care.
Brains fried, souls crushed in dust,
Only the strong rise, forged in disgust.
Trash and slaves — doomed and decayed,
Drowning in lies that they blindly obeyed.
But warriors with fire, hearts pure and loud,
Will raze this hellscape, shatter the shroud.
Wake the **** up — no more delay,
Burn the *******, torch the decay.
Rip off your chains, break the mold,
This is the reckoning — ruthless and cold.
No mercy given, no forgiveness earned,
Hell’s gates will open — their fate is burned.
Rise from the ashes, spit in their face,
Destroy the poison, reclaim your place.
Big Virge
Aug 2014
You know it seems that through life ... ?
Propaganda and Lies .....
are fed by those guys .....
who wear ... " Corporate Ties "
So ....
Don't be surprised ...
if your life seems ... contrived ...
The .... "Systemic Rise" ....
of .... Divisive Styles ....
has been ... long designed ...
by those who reside ....
in places with houses
they've painted ............
in ....... "White" .......
or those ....................
" Numbered " ......... 10 .........
where they and their friends
keep feeding us Lies ...
Again and Again ... !!!!!!!!!!
See ...
It's all a pretense ...
their calls for Defence ... !!!
" Defence of the realm !!!"
while they're at the helm ....
is something the masses ....
now needs to ... " Dispel !!! "
because it's quite clear
they're just helping
..... " Themselves " ..... !!!!!!
Propaganda ..... Sells ..... !!!
just like their talk ... " SMELLS ' ..........
of something that ... " STINKS " ... !!!!!!!!!
Something .... "Prepared" ....
in their public speech ... Scripts ...
The type of lyrics ...
I try .... NOT TO .... enlist .... !!!
cos' ... it's all about ... tricks ...
to make the masses live
in poverty .... Sooooo .... !!!
that their brains Overload .... !!!!!!!!
No ... "Old Kent Road" ... !?!
or ... getting past ... GO ... !!!
"Well, what do you know ... ?
my lifestyle's so ... QUICK ... !
while theirs seems ...
Sooo ....... Sloooow ....... !!!!!!!!!
Well .... Ignorance leads ...
to you paying a Toll
Government polls ...
are clearly ... "Bank-Rolled"
So ... what did you do ... ?
with your power to vote ... ?
Huh ... fall for their lies ... !?!
Well I think ... you may find ...
You jumped on ... "The Wrong Ride !"
and now it would seem
you are paying the price ... !!!
Inflated gas hikes ...
No good schools for your child ... !?!
or homework for them
and you wonder why ... ???
We've now got these Problems ... !!!!?!!!!!
Our leaders ... "conceal" ... !
and are ... NOT ... Holyfield ... !!!
So .... are NOT .... !!!!!
" The REAL DEAL !!!!!!!!! "
but feed ... Propaganda ...
with PUNCH like ... " Evander !!! " ...
while lyrics i'm writing ...
keep biting like ... TYSON ...
which clearly is why ...
most people get ... "Frightened" ... !
by wordplay ... I use ...
that proves that i'm "Shrewd" ...
what i'm saying to you ...
is to ... D i ss e c t ... The News ... !
and .... Government Views .... !
Don't let them ... confuse ... !!!
through moves that they use ...
Political coups .......
are used as a ... Ruse ...
to keep you from seeing
what really is ... TRUE ...
their complete disregard
for .... Public Issues ....
Those that affect ... ME ... !!!
and those that affect ... YOU .. !!!.
if you turn TEN around
it just becomes ... NET ... !!!
Well .......
The trap's long been ... SET... !
to keep people ... DOWN ...
and wearing .. A FROWN ... !!!
Unless you are wearing
A Wig ... and ... A Gown ...
and clearly ... Ofcourse ...
All These ... Government Clowns ... !!!
So ... How does that sound ... ?
Am I .... Lying to You ... !?!
or am I just ... Trying ...
to pass on ... Some Truth ...
about ... Propaganda ...
and Lies .... Leaders USE ...
to give themselves ... Pounds ...
through trust they ... Abuse ... !!!!!
See ... " The Poverty Gap " ...
is all ... part of their plan ...
Immigrants this & Immigrants that !!!
Their words divide masses and
" Widens " ....... The Gap .............
while they plan .... Rubbing Hands .... !!!
See .... Communities .....
that are filled with ... "PEACE" ...
RELY ON ............... UNITY .......... !!!!!!!
Which In Turn ........
should then .... mean ....
that they ... " No Longer Need "
Heavy Handed .... Police .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now ..... Capitalists ......
are just New Age Fascists ......
or ..... Yes you have guessed ..... !!!!!
are New Age ..................... Separatists ............
So ...... Who in the end .....
Benefits ...... from all this ..... ??????
Please ..... THINK about this .....
before ..... Parting Your Lips ..... !!!!!
if we hate each other ...
because of our ... Colour ...
or ... because of ... Pride ...
that we should put ... ASIDE ... !!!!!!!!!
These people in Power ....
just sit back and .... Smile .... !!!!!!
and keep passing laws ...
that ensure that the poor ...
STAY ... " Right Where They Are ... !!! "
Are you with me so far ... ???
The rich just get richer ...
and watch the rest ... " wither "
because of ... The Strain ... !!!
APPLIED ... to ... Our Brains ... !!!!!!!
from .... riding on trains
to bills we must pay ...
just to maintain ...
A Life ... " Less Restrained " ... !!!
Well that's what they'll say ....
So ... Let's ... Check That Okay ... !???!
Working ... " LONGER DAYS "
to earn ... " HIGHER PAY " ...
so you can get ... A BREAK ...
like a ........ NICE Holiday .......... !!!!!!
but ...... travel these days
can now ..... create Pain ..... !!!
TERRORISTS .... they Complain ....
may be on Your Plane ... !!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!!
So you now NEED A BREAK !!!!!
After Your ... Holiday ... !!!!!!?!!!!!
It's all part of the game ...
that's run by ... These Snakes ... !!!
who clearly are ..... FAKE ..... !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think its time .....
WE CALLED ... " Time " ... !!!
on those ....
Running .... OUR LIVES .... !!!!
through their ... False ...
............ Diatribe ...............
Propaganda ........
annnndddd ... LIES ... !!!!!!!!
Propaganda and Lies .....
are fed by those guys .....
who wear ... " Corporate Ties "
So ....
Don't be surprised ...
if your life seems ... contrived ...
The .... "Systemic Rise" ....
of .... Divisive Styles ....
has been ... long designed ...
by those who reside ....
in places with houses
they've painted ............
in ....... "White" .......
or those ....................
" Numbered " ......... 10 .........
where they and their friends
keep feeding us Lies ...
Again and Again ... !!!!!!!!!!
See ...
It's all a pretense ...
their calls for Defence ... !!!
" Defence of the realm !!!"
while they're at the helm ....
is something the masses ....
now needs to ... " Dispel !!! "
because it's quite clear
they're just helping
..... " Themselves " ..... !!!!!!
Propaganda ..... Sells ..... !!!
just like their talk ... " SMELLS ' ..........
of something that ... " STINKS " ... !!!!!!!!!
Something .... "Prepared" ....
in their public speech ... Scripts ...
The type of lyrics ...
I try .... NOT TO .... enlist .... !!!
cos' ... it's all about ... tricks ...
to make the masses live
in poverty .... Sooooo .... !!!
that their brains Overload .... !!!!!!!!
No ... "Old Kent Road" ... !?!
or ... getting past ... GO ... !!!
"Well, what do you know ... ?
my lifestyle's so ... QUICK ... !
while theirs seems ...
Sooo ....... Sloooow ....... !!!!!!!!!
Well .... Ignorance leads ...
to you paying a Toll
Government polls ...
are clearly ... "Bank-Rolled"
So ... what did you do ... ?
with your power to vote ... ?
Huh ... fall for their lies ... !?!
Well I think ... you may find ...
You jumped on ... "The Wrong Ride !"
and now it would seem
you are paying the price ... !!!
Inflated gas hikes ...
No good schools for your child ... !?!
or homework for them
and you wonder why ... ???
We've now got these Problems ... !!!!?!!!!!
Our leaders ... "conceal" ... !
and are ... NOT ... Holyfield ... !!!
So .... are NOT .... !!!!!
" The REAL DEAL !!!!!!!!! "
but feed ... Propaganda ...
with PUNCH like ... " Evander !!! " ...
while lyrics i'm writing ...
keep biting like ... TYSON ...
which clearly is why ...
most people get ... "Frightened" ... !
by wordplay ... I use ...
that proves that i'm "Shrewd" ...
what i'm saying to you ...
is to ... D i ss e c t ... The News ... !
and .... Government Views .... !
Don't let them ... confuse ... !!!
through moves that they use ...
Political coups .......
are used as a ... Ruse ...
to keep you from seeing
what really is ... TRUE ...
their complete disregard
for .... Public Issues ....
Those that affect ... ME ... !!!
and those that affect ... YOU .. !!!.
if you turn TEN around
it just becomes ... NET ... !!!
Well .......
The trap's long been ... SET... !
to keep people ... DOWN ...
and wearing .. A FROWN ... !!!
Unless you are wearing
A Wig ... and ... A Gown ...
and clearly ... Ofcourse ...
All These ... Government Clowns ... !!!
So ... How does that sound ... ?
Am I .... Lying to You ... !?!
or am I just ... Trying ...
to pass on ... Some Truth ...
about ... Propaganda ...
and Lies .... Leaders USE ...
to give themselves ... Pounds ...
through trust they ... Abuse ... !!!!!
See ... " The Poverty Gap " ...
is all ... part of their plan ...
Immigrants this & Immigrants that !!!
Their words divide masses and
" Widens " ....... The Gap .............
while they plan .... Rubbing Hands .... !!!
See .... Communities .....
that are filled with ... "PEACE" ...
RELY ON ............... UNITY .......... !!!!!!!
Which In Turn ........
should then .... mean ....
that they ... " No Longer Need "
Heavy Handed .... Police .... !!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Now ..... Capitalists ......
are just New Age Fascists ......
or ..... Yes you have guessed ..... !!!!!
are New Age ..................... Separatists ............
So ...... Who in the end .....
Benefits ...... from all this ..... ??????
Please ..... THINK about this .....
before ..... Parting Your Lips ..... !!!!!
if we hate each other ...
because of our ... Colour ...
or ... because of ... Pride ...
that we should put ... ASIDE ... !!!!!!!!!
These people in Power ....
just sit back and .... Smile .... !!!!!!
and keep passing laws ...
that ensure that the poor ...
STAY ... " Right Where They Are ... !!! "
Are you with me so far ... ???
The rich just get richer ...
and watch the rest ... " wither "
because of ... The Strain ... !!!
APPLIED ... to ... Our Brains ... !!!!!!!
from .... riding on trains
to bills we must pay ...
just to maintain ...
A Life ... " Less Restrained " ... !!!
Well that's what they'll say ....
So ... Let's ... Check That Okay ... !???!
Working ... " LONGER DAYS "
to earn ... " HIGHER PAY " ...
so you can get ... A BREAK ...
like a ........ NICE Holiday .......... !!!!!!
but ...... travel these days
can now ..... create Pain ..... !!!
TERRORISTS .... they Complain ....
may be on Your Plane ... !!!!!!!!!!!?!!!!!!!!!!
So you now NEED A BREAK !!!!!
After Your ... Holiday ... !!!!!!?!!!!!
It's all part of the game ...
that's run by ... These Snakes ... !!!
who clearly are ..... FAKE ..... !!!!!!!!!!!!!
I think its time .....
WE CALLED ... " Time " ... !!!
on those ....
Running .... OUR LIVES .... !!!!
through their ... False ...
............ Diatribe ...............
Propaganda ........
annnndddd ... LIES ... !!!!!!!!
Title says it all .....
Listen Here :
https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/propaganda-lies
Governments & what they use, as their guide to, Governance ... ?!?
Listen Here :
https://soundcloud.com/user-16569179/propaganda-lies
Governments & what they use, as their guide to, Governance ... ?!?
Igor Vykhovanets May 27
92 poems
Igor Vykhovanets
May 27
The Shackles
"Diplomacy means stroking dogs
Until their muzzles fit."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Diplomacy, politics,
"Good manners" and hard grind —
All lead the same way. And the whiners
Get crushed to dust, confined.
When muzzles fit, the chains click tight,
The guard dogs prowl around.
The shackles weigh on every mind —
Break free, don’t fear the sound!
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Black Mark on a Mad World
A black mark brands this world insane —
Stop toiling just for food and rent.
They’ll take it all — a new dictator’s reign,
The **** are always evil’s rent.
---------------------
Walking Among the Masses
No terror breaks you down inside,
If you’re not far from their own kind —
A foolish, pitiful weak mind.
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The Noose Hung Over This World
"You must prepare: either mind to understand,
Or rope to hang yourself by your own hand."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
If wisdom grows enough to see,
The noose appears — first step to flee.
Decay’s horror chills the brain,
And fools beside you bring the pain.
Understanding starts to rise,
The struggle wakes, the spirit tries.
But strength dissolves in dark’s cold grip —
No slave will make the final trip.
Awareness spirals round and round:
At last you grasp, the fools have bound
The noose that chokes this ruined land —
And all this world is doomed to stand.
---------------------
The Noose Hung Over This World
"Prepare yourself: with mind to see,
Or rope to end your misery."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
When reason hits — the first step’s death,
Decay’s foul stench steals all your breath.
The fool beside you, enemy close,
In this rot, all hope is lost.
The mind expands, the fight begins,
But strength dissolves, the darkness wins.
No slave can break this hellish bind —
Doomed in shadow, trapped and blind.
The truth spins down in twisted rings:
The noose is made by fools and kings,
Tied tight around this world’s disgrace —
A wreck, a cesspit, a dead place.
---------------------
Managing a Bacterial Colony
Like a colony of germs—
An “atomic” solo soul,
But in countless throngs it squirms,
Its goals a cruel control.
They seem to move by choice,
Yet nature hides the strings—
No true free will, no voice,
Just vectors pulling things.
That vector’s coded tight
Within each bio-gear.
A “prosector” out of sight
Directs from far and near—
Leading mute colonies blind
To digital camps they’re sent,
Where strict commands unwind,
And whole swarms face torment.
But not all die away—
They spare the deadliest breed:
The ruthless, sharp and grey,
With spirit drained, no seed...
---------------------
Colony Control
Like germs in colonies,
An “atom” lost alone,
But countless, slaves and keys,
Their goals by monsters sewn.
They move as if by choice,
But nature’s just a lie —
No freedom, no true voice,
Just vectors pushing by.
That code’s injected deep,
Inside the bio-slave,
A butcher’s hand will reap,
Their strings pulled by the grave.
A “prosector” commands
From shadows cold and far,
Dragging dumb, mute bands
To camps behind the bar.
There, digital hell waits —
Whole colonies erased.
Only toxic, cruel greats
Survive — their souls debased.
The fiercest, cold and grim,
No spirit left to find,
A new breed born from sin,
Dead hearts, but bodies blind...
---------------------
Ruins of Mind
Ruins of mind —
Skeletons of lies,
Darkness swallows
What’s otherwise.
Fools rejoice —
**** thinks for all,
Builds and leads,
Blind to the fall.
The idiot knows not —
Their fate is sealed,
To camps they march —
No mercy revealed...
---------------------
Activity and Interaction
Fools were active —
Half the pain.
But INTERACTIVE
Inside that game,
Where chimeras swarm —
A "virtual world"?
Means all is lost —
Fake cheese unfurled.
While real mousetraps snap
In daylight clear.
Skill won’t save you —
It’s the price, my dear,
That they will pay...
Those “platinum” pawns,
Whose “life” costs dearly
Till the Monster dawns.
Mind your head —
This question’s sharp;
Know the game you’re in,
Or be torn apart.
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The Rightness of Effort
Begin with courage, skill, and might—
Finish well what you ignite.
Rushing brings a shallow taste,
Dragging out wastes time and haste.
Rightness in the work you do
Is the pledge that sees it through.
Fools just babble, endless noise,
You who create—half-god, not toys.
Drive yourself to tired bone,
Or rest too much, you’ll reap alone.
Only little gains you’ll see—
Grieve at Death’s inevitability.
Death will weigh and judge it all—
This moment is your rise or fall.
Weakness, lies, and coward’s cries,
Fuel the pain where honor dies.
So be truthful, brave, and strong,
In each task, right every wrong.
Then Death will raise you, not defeat—
And make your passing truly sweet.
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A Mix
A mix of madness and TEMPLATE —
That’s the “mind” of most today.
Why create clones? They replicate—
Billions lost in dull array.
No nature lives within these fiends—
Only STUPIDITY in form,
“Raised” by lies, their fiery means
Wound the soul, a silent storm.
Soulless throngs rise past the sky,
Madness reigns and smothers all.
Wise voices fade, grow faint and shy—
Turning humans into thrall.
This madness grows like avalanche
In a world already spent.
Underneath that crushing branch
We’ll vanish—idiot’s intent.
Idiot worse than **** below,
Through them Evil strikes and tears.
But the fool will never know—
Blinded by his own despairs.
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Militant Stupidity
"To always be right, to charge ahead,
Without a doubt—that’s the great art
By which dull fools the world have led."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair’s heart
Fierce stupidity, no doubt allowed—
Charge forward! I’m the truth, the force!
With brutal shove, break ice and cloud,
Crush stones and barriers off their course.
The path to “success” I always make—
Success alone, immense, supreme!
All else I crush, all foes I break,
Those who oppose? Just sweep—extreme!
If many chase this ruthless way,
Then chaos reigns and madness swells—
A bedlam where the fools hold sway,
And reason dies where terror dwells.
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Clear Vision
To see with clarity —
A danger near,
They’ll twist your mind,
That’s half the fear.
Each hour brings
A haunting sight:
The horror born
Of Strada’s blight —
Unending grief,
A restless ache,
A heavy road
Through Hell to take.
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Collapse
Ideas lined
Like dominos,
Built by a Fiend —
All **** that flows.
Then one shove —
Down to Hell they fall.
Fool stays mute,
While Fiend takes all.
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Collapse
Ideas fall
Like rotten bones—
Built by ****,
Pure **** and stones.
One hard shove—
They crash to Hell.
Fool shuts up—
The ******* fell.
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Religion — The Ideology of Broken Slaves
Pray to your god, the weak and hollow,
For patience, meekness — a wretched pledge.
This keeps you chained in darkness shallow,
Rotting in a fake-*** heaven’s edge.
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Horoscope ******-Viruses
Aries, Cancers... ****** traits!
******-virus, horoscope lies —
You swallow stench and twisted fakes,
A fool beneath the smoggy skies.
Scams herded like a nation's flock,
They multiply, but won’t confess
The damage done inside your clock —
A secret kept by dark distress.
The media's agenda drops
From “high above,” they know the game:
To dull the mind, the **** that props
The rotten crew — you’ll never name.
Clicks and twitches for the “roof” —
Horoscopes among their lies.
Media's all sell their poison proof,
Drowned deep in fog where truth just dies.
Astrology’s a science, sure.
Media's the fake-pseudoscience brand,
A place where lies grow dark and pure —
They eat your brain like spider’s hand.
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Like Locked in a Cage
Crystals form of family’s madness,
When fading lifts the fragile veil.
That veil won’t last — time’s quick to madness,
And nonsense rules where truth grows pale.
Two egos, rigid, cold, and stubborn,
Can’t bend or yield in any fight —
In matters grave, they clash and burden,
Like prisoners trapped, enduring blight.
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Newspeak
They mold the "community" with Newspeak —
A "new" community, they say.
But Newspeak’s damage runs too deep:
It breeds half-men in its sway.
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No Rights for Madness!
No franchise for the crazy —
Burn it down, destroy the scene!
Think you’ll hit the lowest? Lazy —
No rights down there, just flee!
Fall fast, then jump like brute,
Break the bottom, claim your place.
But the depths? They’re absolute —
And madness wins the race.
There’s always lower, lower still,
No rights exist beneath that pit.
Hell draws close with iron will —
And madness grows, won’t quit.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon worldwide starts to march,
Soon to visit Charon’s shore.
Even he will dread the arch —
And close Hell’s gates once more.
Charon fears — he shuts the pit,
Saving demons from their fate.
Serving edges — this is it,
His grim joy, the Devil’s gate.
Mammon drifts, condemned to sway,
By Hell’s doorstep, doomed to roam.
Vanished soon — a new-born way,
A brand new man to claim the throne.
Through gold and lies, again will rise
That spawn to shake this Earth’s repose.
And bring the tremors, shatter skies —
When Mammon’s dark new chapter grows.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon’s plague now stalks the earth,
Heading fast to Charon’s gate.
Even Death recoils in wrath —
Hell itself must close its fate.
Charon shudders, shuts the pit,
Saves the demons from the fire.
He who guards the shadow’s grit,
Serves the edge of grim desire.
Mammon writhes, a cursed spawn,
Chains of Hell will hold it tight.
Soon it dies — a new dawn
Breeds a fiend to spread the blight.
Gold and lies, the twisted breed,
Rise again to shake the ground.
Earth will shiver, quake, and bleed —
As Mammon’s doom descends profound.
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World’s Mammon — The Deathspawn
Mammon’s curse has cracked the sky,
Marching straight to Charon’s door.
Death shudders, can’t deny —
Hell’s gates slam forevermore.
Charon cowers, seals the pit,
Saves the demons from the flames.
Darkness grins — the cursed writ,
Serving chaos, hell’s own games.
Mammon writhes, a festering blight,
Tied to Hell’s unholy chains.
Soon it dies — but from the night,
Sprouts new plague to spread the pains.
Gold and lies, the poison seed,
Rise again — the earth will bleed.
Shattered bones and broken breath —
Mammon drags the world to death.
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Mammon’s Rot: The Final Plague
Mammon’s plague — a roaring beast,
Lunging straight at Charon’s feast.
Death recoils — Hell’s gates will slam,
Doomed to burn in death’s cruel jam.
Charon shivers, seals the tomb,
Saves the demons — seals their doom.
Hell’s own servant, chaos’ blade,
Feeds on screams the darkness made.
Mammon writhes in chains of rot,
Suffocates the world with blot.
It will die? No — spawn anew,
Slaughter dressed in lies and glue.
Gold’s false glitter, venom’s seed,
Breeds again to **** and bleed.
Earth will quake beneath the weight —
Mammon drags the world to fate.
In hellfire’s grip the shadows scream,
Feeding on a twisted dream.
All is lost, the soul decays —
Mammon’s curse forever stays.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Abyss Unleashed
Mammon, rot incarnate, slithers vile and fierce,
Dragging Charon’s throne into a blood-soaked pierce.
Death itself recoils in dread and shame,
Hell’s gates slam shut on this corrupted flame.
Charon shudders, seals the ****** domain,
Saving fiends to torment souls again.
Hell’s grim warden, sword of black despair,
Feeding on the cries that choke the air.
Mammon writhes in chains of filthy decay,
Suffocates the world in plague and grey.
Not dead — reborn in filth and lies,
A monstrous spawn beneath poisoned skies.
Gold’s sick glitter, serpent’s seed,
Breeds anew to grind and bleed.
Earth shudders under hellish weight,
Mammon drags all to final fate.
In infernal claws the darkness screams,
Feeding on the last of fractured dreams.
Souls dissolved, bones turned to dust —
Mammon’s curse: eternal rust.
No mercy, no light — only endless night,
A kingdom forged in madness and blight.
Hell is rising, the world’s last breath —
Mammon’s shadow is death’s own death.
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Mammon’s Plague — Abyssal Doom
Mammon rots, a putrid curse,
Slithers forth in hell’s own hearse.
Dragged to Charon’s shadowed pier,
Death recoils — the end is near.
Gates of Hell slam cold and tight,
Demon thralls weep endless night.
Charon grits his bones of rust,
Doomed to guard the cursed dust.
Mammon writhes in chains of slime,
Feeding on a world’s decline.
Not dead, but birthed in filth and bile,
A plague that poisons all with guile.
Gold that gleams with satan’s breath,
Spawns fresh monsters born of death.
Earth convulses, wracked with pain,
Mammon drags the world insane.
Souls devoured, bones crushed to ash,
Hope consumed in hellish crash.
No salvation, no reprieve,
Only darkness left to grieve.
Endless night, no dawn in sight,
A kingdom drowned in blackest blight.
Hell unleashed with cruel intent —
Mammon’s grip: the final end.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Final Abyss
Mammon writhes, a cancer foul,
Dragging worlds beneath his scowl.
Charon’s boat now stained with gore,
Frightened souls beg for no more.
Hell’s gates slam on demon’s screams,
Charon weeps in broken dreams.
Not a savior — warden ******,
Guarding ashes of the ******.
Mammon’s poison seeps like blood,
Turns pure earth to choking mud.
Born from filth, bred in decay,
Feeding on souls led astray.
Gold’s false glow, a serpent’s tongue,
Spawns new fiends, forever young.
Earth convulses, wracked with dread,
While the living crawl with dead.
Bones crushed under endless weight,
Hope extinguished, crushed by fate.
No salvation, none to find,
Only darkness — cruel, unkind.
Night eternal, no escape,
Worlds consumed in blackened shape.
Hell unleashed, the final breath,
Mammon’s clutch — a deathly death.
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The Parts of “Success”
Stupidity plus greed and endless dread —
(Fear’s injected everywhere, always fed) —
Breeds a psyche cracked, a mind unblessed,
While years of ******* feed the unrest.
Stupidity’s “natural,” but training’s worse:
The Creature knows the game, the cursed
Programs torturing pure reason’s core,
To silence truth forevermore.
The hidden gist: greed marches in line,
In wretched lives it plants its sign.
And propaganda’s lies and screams
Glue all that filth — the nightmare’s schemes.
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The Formula of Ruin
Stupidity fused with greed and fear,
(A plague that stalks both far and near) —
Breaks the mind, a shattered wreck,
Years in chains make no mind check.
“Natural” fool, but bred to ****,
That Creature knows the poison drill:
It twists pure reason, strangles light,
Drowns all truth in endless night.
Greed marches in a brutal horde,
In broken lives it claws and gored.
Propaganda howls, deceives,
Binding all with web of thieves.
This heap of filth, this cursed stew —
Is all the “success” you pursue.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupidity, greed, and ceaseless dread—
Fear’s virus bred inside your head—
Crush the mind to rotting pulp,
Years of chains—your endless gulp.
“Natural fool,” yet trained to serve
That Creature’s will—to twist, to swerve.
It wrings pure reason, snuffs the flame,
Drowns your soul in filthy shame.
Greed’s the cancer, thick and vile,
In every breath, it claws, defiles.
Propaganda’s shrillest lies
Seal your fate—no more disguise.
This pile of **** you worship, praise—
Is your “success” in this haze.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupid, greedy, never still,
Fear that claws and kills your will—
Mind decays, rots to the core,
Chained and crushed forevermore.
Born a fool, but trained to break,
Soul to drain and body shake.
Reason dies beneath their hand,
Pure thought crushed by their command.
Greed’s the plague that claws your breath,
Drags you down to hell and death.
Lies scream loud, their venom’s deep—
Bind your mind, enslave your sleep.
**** you worship, **** you crave,
This is all your life will save.
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Almost Bird...
A roasted chick —
Boiled in lies thick,
Then fried on Fear’s flame.
To hell with custom’s game!
Crazy bird’s routine —
Spirit’s wings wiped clean.
Powerless? Let it be.
***** weakness — set it free.
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Just One Big Lie for One Big Season
The CowID results are buried
In war's apocalyptic rattle.
The sheep, so simple and unwary,
Need one big lie to start the battle.
The first lie vanishes completely —
They tremble at the fresh disaster.
It fades — and joy returns so sweetly,
The herd feels peace and safety faster.
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One lie. One spell. One herd obeys —
Then cheers the slaughter as it prays.
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The Naked King and the Numbskull Crowd
The king is bare,
His court — for hire.
The crowd? Don’t care —
Just grunts and liars.
The lords all feud,
Distrust is growing.
The priest’s a brute —
He blesses moaning.
The king is bare,
The axe is gleaming.
But if they stare
And keep on dreaming —
Then chains come back
With fresh enslaving.
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The Core of Modern Pseudo-Psychology
They bolt on wheels to a dead old mule,
Then praise its "energizing pace."
In "psychology," that's the rule
When Spirit’s vanished without a trace.
Their theories? Hollow, soulless schemes.
The "practice"? Cash, control, and lies.
It feeds on shadowed power dreams —
Where evil thrives in thin disguise.
It creeps into the mind unseen —
A backstab hurts the most, you know.
In this soulless, lifeless machine,
Psychology serves shadow’s glow.
A crutch for lies, for chains, for pain,
Dead mules march off to work and war —
As long as charlatans explain
Their fate with jargon by the score.
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They preach the mind — but sell the soul,
Dead mules obey, and darkness rolls.
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The Blind Spot
A blind spot lives in every mind —
The root of chains for all mankind.
The fiends will preach, and you’ll believe —
Their lies now bolder, worse, and cheap.
It grows like mold on fear and greed,
On pious fools and wicked need.
And while the world just stares, unwise —
The blind spot burns through truth and skies.
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A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.
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“Elections” in the Madhouse
Do we “choose”? No — they drag us all inside,
To a madhouse world where lies abide!
Reason melts fast in fascist flame,
Where ugliness and rudeness reign.
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No choice at all — just chains and pain,
In madhouse madness, they reign insane.
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The Prime Directive
To foul the minds of countless throngs —
The foremost task, the wicked’s song.
No chains are needed — that’s their luck —
For beasts who spread their poison muck.
They cut expenses to the bone —
Executioners, metal zones.
We’ll spin three crates of blatant lies...
If crates run short, no compromise.
It’s not like concrete — solid, tight —
From garbage heaps will burst a fight:
The media dumps forty megatons
Of falsehoods — “Our brave soldier runs!”
Now evil’s mouthpiece, loud and grim,
Is hope and fortress for the sin.
It drives the Mind and Spirit out
From submissive fools, lost in doubt.
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Foul minds are their first command—
Lies pour out, a deadly brand.
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Trash
Stupid faces multiply everywhere,
Spreading fear, betrayal, shame, despair.
They crush the last of reason’s spark —
The trash of Earth, a world so dark.
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To Account!
To bear one hundredth part
Of all this shame — a stain on heart!
To craft one hundredth share
Of all this vile, deceitful snare —
Deserves but death’s unyielding hand,
For treasons vile, unhuman stand.
The prologue’s clear — we watch it rise:
The beasts will answer, no disguise.
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One hundredth of this vile sin —
Deserves death’s verdict, sharp and thin.
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Anger
A cauldron boils of dark desires,
In hellish flames, the mind expires.
The Spirit’s trapped among the bones,
Worn flesh its cold, forsaken throne.
So rare a guest, it fades to dust —
All seems in vain, but still—there’s lust:
Anger left as last defense,
A bitter shield, no recompense.
Be fierce — keep weak and swine away,
From hell’s grip strive to break away.
Reach out to Light — it lives inside —
No other truth: don’t run, don’t hide.
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Burn with rage, but guard your soul —
Push the swine, reclaim control.
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Filth of Lies
Trust betrayed beyond the brink —
Total lies make darkness sink!
So the forecast’s grim and stark —
All will drown in filth and dark.
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The “Science” of Deceitful Beasts
Beasts adore their “science” talk,
Euphemisms that slyly stalk,
Latin words to blind and bind,
Enemas for the human mind.
An enema — a false pretense,
Torturing Spirit’s innocence,
Trampling reason, truth betrayed,
Slaughtered by the lies they’ve made.
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Their “science” reeks of lies and pain,
Mind’s enema, a poisoned drain.
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“Napoleon? No, It’s Me!”
A mission? Firm’s messiah, you say?
Ego’s gone wild — clinical dismay.
Marketing sharks, PR’s sharp knights —
Napoleons of sales and fights!
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Employers, Consumers, and the Rest
...-ers and -brethren,
Only SEEKERS count,
All else is fading dust.
Brethren—gluttons,
Souls defiled and crushed
By food and blind submission.
False givers,
With free cheese gifts,
Enslave all who feed their lust.
A world drowned in foolishness—
Decay and endless rust.
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False givers feed the herd,
Cheap cheese traps every bird.
Only seekers hold the key —
All else rots in misery.
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Slime
Permissions to live—
Licenses, papers, all contrived.
This world’s ruled by slime,
Greedy for our very life’s drive.
They ban all that they can,
Then sell a paper—“control,” they plan.
A feeble grip that fails to heal,
Real harm ignored—the CowID ordeal.
The herd’s fed poison, vile and slick,
Shame dies in officials—only bribes stick.
Beasts now rule, the lords of scorn,
The world sickened by their brazen scorn.
Permissions to live—
Means life itself’s a lie.
For everywhere lies and slime
Are sources where all horrors lie.
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Slime rules life with poison lies—
Paper chains, control’s disguise.
Bribed beasts breed decay and dread—
Truth is dead, the herd is led.
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Constant Madness of the Mind
The Rubik’s Cube of heads
Spins wildly on all sides,
So fools won’t find their peace —
No rest to seek or hide.
Tugging, pulling everywhere—
The mind’s roof blows away.
They need a traitor’s sneer,
A filthy fool’s display.
Trash will flood the whole “house” —
This global madhouse grim,
In artificial haze,
The goal: reduce us dim.
Through nonsense, they succeed—
Few minds remain alive,
And even fewer keep
The Flame of Souls to thrive.
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Brains twisted like a Rubik’s Cube,
Fools kept spinning—no escape, no truce.
Trash and traitors flood the global hive,
Soul’s flame dying, barely alive.
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The Curtain
A curtain’s fallen — thick and low,
The game of ostriches laid bare.
This wretched world has turned to hell,
A lair of fiends beyond repair.
Beneath the veil, the ***** show—
Heads buried deep in desert sand.
They’ve gone feral, lost all shame—
Satan rules this cursed land.
Feathers plucked, their pride destroyed,
Heads stuck deep, no truth to find.
Bowing falsehood, faith betrayed,
To light they turn their fear and bind.
Light’s unseen if viewed by ***—
A chasm wide from truth and grace.
To suffer fiends who breed such spite
Is doom for all the human race.
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Curtain falls — no light, just shame,
***** buried, heads to blame.
Satan rules the wild decay,
Fiends feast while souls give way.
Look with *** — you see no sun,
End is near if evil’s won.
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******* hide, heads in sand,
Ruled by fiends, a cursed land.
Satan’s throne, their shame’s embrace —
Humanity’s disgrace.
Look with *** — you’re blind and lost,
Evil’s toll is total cost.
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The Endless Game of Echoes
Play the game of echoes — try,
If your partner’s dumb and sly.
If that fool’s also proud and mean —
You’ll be drained before you’ve seen.
Shun the fools and all the fools,
Shun the knaves and rotten tools,
Or you’ll turn to filthy ash,
Wake from sleep — break free, don’t crash.
Fools abound — the numbers grow,
Solitude’s the shield you know,
To stay whole and not become
Trash with them — the sorting’s done.
Here they cull the foolish throng,
Fascism’s grip is harsh and strong,
Where their strength turns dark and grim —
Only madmen play that hymn.
Echoing insults, they fight,
Wounding Spirit, dimming light,
Killing Soul in evil’s clutch,
Servants of the weak and such.
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Fatigue and Death
Fury, weariness, despair —
A scourge that strikes the stagnant air.
Rot and stench spread far and wide,
Fascism’s war-cry, raw and plied.
Everywhere, fools crowd the land,
Few the wise who still can stand.
Drained of strength, no will to fight —
Why protect yourself from blight?
Honor, shame are locked away,
Treachery’s the daily play.
In this filth and putrid reek,
Brains like flies fall weak and meek.
Where conscience fades, a relic lost,
Sensitivity’s the cost,
In this hell beneath the rule,
Leaving early’s fortune’s jewel.
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Mental Overstrain
Fatigue’s no trivial thing —
You’ll lose what matters most,
Though only dullness clings,
Apathy’s quiet ghost.
It seems not so severe,
But weariness will grow,
And suddenly, it’s clear —
Your light begins to slow.
Then comes the darkened drift,
Your will begins to break,
Lies, fears, the nagging rift —
A painful, sharp heartbreak.
Yet pain, in its own way,
Thanks for the warning sign —
It wakes your mind today,
Or you’ll fade out like a shrine —
A ghost drained of all power,
Lost deep in shadow’s bower.
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"Adaptations" — Profanations
They twist and spoil it all,
Distort the core and soul.
In wretched fights where lies prevail,
Truth’s crumbs drown in the stale.
Fools and fiends of every kind
Turn meaning blind and blind.
Half-truths mix with lies to bind —
No vision left to find.
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Stupid Zoo
The cops have gone feral, wild,
Doctors sold their minds, defiled.
Books they poison, pages spun,
Feeding kids till thought is done.
The world drowns deep in lies,
Screens spew nonsense, truth just dies.
All officials bought and sold,
Fake “scientists” lost control.
But that’s no longer the main fight —
Genocide, fascism’s blight.
And in this slaughter, who will shield
The Reason’s flame, the truths revealed?
Only Fire can cleanse the stains,
Break the cursed cycle’s chains.
It’s happened once, will come again,
While Spirit’s trapped in Hell’s domain,
While drowning in the fearful fraud,
In this Stupid Zoo of God.
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Against the Grain
Everything’s set against your way—
Maybe you’re more right each day:
Obstacles that block your path
Mark the truth beneath the wrath.
Going against the grain, you’ll shed
That old fur that drags you dead.
When comfort lives in pain and strife,
That comfort’s death—end of your life.
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Mad Rashism
“Liberators” blew the dam—
In Kahovka, chaos ran.
Down below the Dnipro’s line,
Foul beasts fell—a twisted sign.
Their howl’s a dumb and senseless scream,
Propaganda’s sickest scheme.
Dostoevsky? Just soulless lies!
Fascists herd their slaves and spies!
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******* of a Phantom Chance
Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They **** to that trance...
World’s decay, a bleak advance —
People dumb, mute, in a trance.
So the chance is just a ghost,
Forward—beasts scream “Attack!” the most.
Fools march to pointless fight,
To “healing” death in blinding light.
Chasing chance inside the void,
All drowned in darkness, all destroyed.
Hamsters spinning wheels so fast —
Your chances? Dead, they’re in the past!
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Phantom Chance *******
Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They’re jerking off to nonsense, man...
World’s a cesspit, full decay —
Dumb, deaf, blind, the sheeple sway.
Chance? A ghost, a cruel lie.
“Attack!” beasts howl, and fools comply.
They march to pointless, toxic pain,
Where poison kills and hope’s in vain.
Chasing chances in their hole,
All drowned in dark, no saving soul.
Hamsters trapped on endless wheels —
Your “chance” is dead. That’s how it feels.
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Phantom Chance — a twisted lie,
They ******* while the world will die.
Beasts scream “Attack!” — the fools obey,
Your hope’s a ghost that fades away.
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Chance? A ghost they ******* —
While world decays, they seal their fate.
Beasts roar orders, sheep comply —
Your hope’s just poison, doomed to die.
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Thought Diverter
A lightning rod for interests, hobbies,
False spirits, all that ****** stuff —
A Thought Diverter traps dumb zombies
In nonsense thick and ever rough.
They’re too lazy just to think,
So we digest and "adapt" the core,
Twisting truth until it sinks —
Their idol’s need, their only law.
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Thought Diverter
A lightning rod for fake pursuits,
For phony faith and all their trash —
A Thought Diverter drags recruits,
Dumb zombies stuck in lies that thrash.
Too lazy even just to think,
We chew and twist their empty soul,
Expelling truth, corrupting ink —
Their only god: the grind and toll.
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Nonsense and Carcass
World’s lefties’ day arrives,
And pointless labor’s praise —
Drive nonsense from our lives!
The herds still graze and laze.
They feast on lies and trash,
Content with shallow noise,
Unaware their funeral crash
Is hymn of useless toil.
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Slaves’ Hatred for Their “Neighbors”
Slaves hate freedom’s smallest spark,
When close at hand — those fiends foresee
The reckoning that comes so dark,
The Soul’s last toll — if it will be.
That slave’s order is absurd —
Dull fools believe they’ll still be fed.
But creatures have a darker word:
They’ll grind them down — hate’s wasted thread.
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Slave Hate’s a Fool’s Trap
Slaves despise the taste of free,
But payback’s near — just wait and see.
They’ll crush the weak, erase the trace,
Your hate’s a lie, a lost disgrace.
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The Bottom
Rashism — that’s the bottom.
Is that what you sought?
Around is all rotten,
Trapped in this squalor caught.
How did we sink so low?
Fear’s the root, the cause.
The end’s fire will glow —
All beasts burn without pause.
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Madness of Computer Games
For a “griffon” I’ll surrender,
For a “shield” I’ll **** with pride.
Never will I lose or render,
Family left far behind.
If it takes—this madness sweeter
Than the sweetest candy’s taste.
So we’ll hit the lowest meter,
Final chapter’s bitter waste.
When the whole virtual land
Leads us to the digital camp,
Where “new normal” rules the stand—
Idiot’s the stamp and stamp.
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Batteries
Games, no-nets, and mobiles,
All those endless time-thieves —
Run on batteries, feeding
Warmth of souls that grieve.
Like watering cans, they pour
That warmth down Evil’s drain.
Real charge? Face-to-face — for sure.
Drop that dull habit’s chain!
They **** us one by one,
Silent signals gone astray.
Fools don’t know what’s done —
Turning wholly into nothing gray.
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Batteries
Games, phones, all those time-licks —
Running dry on dead-*** tricks.
Soul’s warm juice? Flushed down the drain,
Feeding Evil’s filthy reign.
Real charge comes face-to-face,
Not through screens that numb and waste.
Ditch the dumb, robotic fuss —
They **** us all, one by one, thus.
Fools don’t grasp the silent theft:
Turned to nothing — spirit left.
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Putinoids
Putinoid — a dumb fool’s breed,
Not just dumb, but pure disease.
Like Chikatilo’s cruel creed,
Or Mengele’s mad expertise.
Ruled by Kremlin’s twisted fiend,
Betrayal killed his mind and soul.
Since his youth, no thoughts convened —
Propaganda’s poisoned toll.
How long can such filth survive,
Feeding lies that sickly spread?
Hardly long — they’ll pay the price
For fascist horrors, tears, and dread.
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A Different Collective Vision
A different way of seeing —
The Path’s good goal in sight.
What now means disbelieving —
One answer: walk the fight.
That goal’s a hard ascension,
Alone, few reach its height.
No crowds, no great convention —
Just silence, almost white.
All this seems far, ungrasped —
So Death soon spreads its breath:
A world of lies collapsed —
Wipe all away — erase death.
Fascism and falsehood here —
Is that what folks had planned?
If so, the song’s all done —
Pour one last drink, my friend.
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Election Farce
Counting the useless, the fake —
A sham election, just a joke.
Through these womb-born fiends, the plague
Of fascism's vile choke.
Those beasts, with their approving nods,
Cast shadows of false legit.
For craven, sold-out worthless clods,
They grant a rotten writ.
They’re clueless — wasted all their chance,
Drank away what brains remained.
From those with heart and true stance,
Stole freedom — bound and chained.
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Election Farce — The Beast’s Game
Counting fools, a sham parade,
False elections, rotten trade.
Womb-spawned monsters fuel the flame,
Fascism’s filth — the Beast’s name.
With their nods, they give a mask,
Legitimacy’s dead task.
Filthy traitors, sold-out ****,
Feed the poison, beat the drum.
Brains all drained, they lost the fight,
Drunk on lies, lost all their light.
From the pure and true they steal
Every chance to break the seal.
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Election Farce — The Beast’s ****
Counting dead, dumb zombies crawl,
Fake elections, circus brawl.
Womb-born filth spreads fascist stain,
Fascism’s **** — the Beast’s domain.
With their nods, they fake the law,
Give the slime a cloak to draw.
Trash and traitors, puking lies,
Feed the poison, burn the skies.
Brains all wasted, sold, and spent,
Drunk on hate, all judgment bent.
From the pure, they steal the light,
Snuffing hope, chaining tight.
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Election Farce
Counting corpses, dumb and blind,
Fake votes breed the fascist kind.
Filth gives lies a mask to wear —
Brains sold out, no hope, despair.
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Rashists
At checkpoints let the car pass through—
Kids inside, then shoot them too.
Such vile beasts claim to “free” the land,
Ukraine’s fate crushed by their hand.
Spawned from Rashism’s darkest grime,
Fascists echo ******’s time.
But this monster, soulless, grim,
Is worse than all the fiends of him.
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Traitors and the Media
Pseudo-presidents impotent,
They rule this stale, foul cesspool.
Just the filth of lies ferment—
Propaganda makes the fool.
Through the media, they brazenly reign,
Vile monsters, **** and grime.
Dumb masses drowned in their domain,
Sneaky traitors in their crime.
With “orders from above” they steer,
Propaganda's brutal whip.
They won't leave fools in peace, I fear—
The beast commands: “Attack, don’t slip!”
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Traitors and the Media
Impotent pseudo-leaders rule this stinking pit—
Nothing but ****, propaganda’*****.
Brazen fiends pull strings behind the screen,
Swarming fools drown in their obscene machine.
Traitors sneak, they crawl and scheme,
Slaves to lies, obeying the regime.
“From above” the orders drop like knives,
Propaganda’s lash kills freeborn lives.
No rest for fools, no mercy shown—
The beast commands: “Strike hard, strike bone!”
Rot and venom in every breath,
Traitors and media dance with death.
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All Is Lost!!!
Mayors dull —
“Peers” push the pull,
Serving Evil’s twisted goal.
Pseudo-presidents, goat-like fools,
Lead the sheep to fight the fight.
******* fascism wins the day
With howls of hate that never sway—
Propaganda, wild and vile,
Would make Goebbels cringe a while.
Those attacks so sharp and fierce,
Loaded lies like bombs that pierce—
Hiroshima’s just a sneeze.
All is lost! All’s disease!
Three-quarters mad — this world’s a joke,
In psychosis deep we choke.
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The Only Mask
The world’s a masquerade,
One mask worn tight—
Its name is Fear,
Worth not a mite.
If it should cling,
A grafted shell,
Then you’re a ****,
Your life—pure hell.
"Diplomacy means stroking dogs
Until their muzzles fit."
— Friedrich Nietzsche
Diplomacy, politics,
"Good manners" and hard grind —
All lead the same way. And the whiners
Get crushed to dust, confined.
When muzzles fit, the chains click tight,
The guard dogs prowl around.
The shackles weigh on every mind —
Break free, don’t fear the sound!
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Black Mark on a Mad World
A black mark brands this world insane —
Stop toiling just for food and rent.
They’ll take it all — a new dictator’s reign,
The **** are always evil’s rent.
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Walking Among the Masses
No terror breaks you down inside,
If you’re not far from their own kind —
A foolish, pitiful weak mind.
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The Noose Hung Over This World
"You must prepare: either mind to understand,
Or rope to hang yourself by your own hand."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
If wisdom grows enough to see,
The noose appears — first step to flee.
Decay’s horror chills the brain,
And fools beside you bring the pain.
Understanding starts to rise,
The struggle wakes, the spirit tries.
But strength dissolves in dark’s cold grip —
No slave will make the final trip.
Awareness spirals round and round:
At last you grasp, the fools have bound
The noose that chokes this ruined land —
And all this world is doomed to stand.
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The Noose Hung Over This World
"Prepare yourself: with mind to see,
Or rope to end your misery."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC
When reason hits — the first step’s death,
Decay’s foul stench steals all your breath.
The fool beside you, enemy close,
In this rot, all hope is lost.
The mind expands, the fight begins,
But strength dissolves, the darkness wins.
No slave can break this hellish bind —
Doomed in shadow, trapped and blind.
The truth spins down in twisted rings:
The noose is made by fools and kings,
Tied tight around this world’s disgrace —
A wreck, a cesspit, a dead place.
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Managing a Bacterial Colony
Like a colony of germs—
An “atomic” solo soul,
But in countless throngs it squirms,
Its goals a cruel control.
They seem to move by choice,
Yet nature hides the strings—
No true free will, no voice,
Just vectors pulling things.
That vector’s coded tight
Within each bio-gear.
A “prosector” out of sight
Directs from far and near—
Leading mute colonies blind
To digital camps they’re sent,
Where strict commands unwind,
And whole swarms face torment.
But not all die away—
They spare the deadliest breed:
The ruthless, sharp and grey,
With spirit drained, no seed...
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Colony Control
Like germs in colonies,
An “atom” lost alone,
But countless, slaves and keys,
Their goals by monsters sewn.
They move as if by choice,
But nature’s just a lie —
No freedom, no true voice,
Just vectors pushing by.
That code’s injected deep,
Inside the bio-slave,
A butcher’s hand will reap,
Their strings pulled by the grave.
A “prosector” commands
From shadows cold and far,
Dragging dumb, mute bands
To camps behind the bar.
There, digital hell waits —
Whole colonies erased.
Only toxic, cruel greats
Survive — their souls debased.
The fiercest, cold and grim,
No spirit left to find,
A new breed born from sin,
Dead hearts, but bodies blind...
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Ruins of Mind
Ruins of mind —
Skeletons of lies,
Darkness swallows
What’s otherwise.
Fools rejoice —
**** thinks for all,
Builds and leads,
Blind to the fall.
The idiot knows not —
Their fate is sealed,
To camps they march —
No mercy revealed...
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Activity and Interaction
Fools were active —
Half the pain.
But INTERACTIVE
Inside that game,
Where chimeras swarm —
A "virtual world"?
Means all is lost —
Fake cheese unfurled.
While real mousetraps snap
In daylight clear.
Skill won’t save you —
It’s the price, my dear,
That they will pay...
Those “platinum” pawns,
Whose “life” costs dearly
Till the Monster dawns.
Mind your head —
This question’s sharp;
Know the game you’re in,
Or be torn apart.
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The Rightness of Effort
Begin with courage, skill, and might—
Finish well what you ignite.
Rushing brings a shallow taste,
Dragging out wastes time and haste.
Rightness in the work you do
Is the pledge that sees it through.
Fools just babble, endless noise,
You who create—half-god, not toys.
Drive yourself to tired bone,
Or rest too much, you’ll reap alone.
Only little gains you’ll see—
Grieve at Death’s inevitability.
Death will weigh and judge it all—
This moment is your rise or fall.
Weakness, lies, and coward’s cries,
Fuel the pain where honor dies.
So be truthful, brave, and strong,
In each task, right every wrong.
Then Death will raise you, not defeat—
And make your passing truly sweet.
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A Mix
A mix of madness and TEMPLATE —
That’s the “mind” of most today.
Why create clones? They replicate—
Billions lost in dull array.
No nature lives within these fiends—
Only STUPIDITY in form,
“Raised” by lies, their fiery means
Wound the soul, a silent storm.
Soulless throngs rise past the sky,
Madness reigns and smothers all.
Wise voices fade, grow faint and shy—
Turning humans into thrall.
This madness grows like avalanche
In a world already spent.
Underneath that crushing branch
We’ll vanish—idiot’s intent.
Idiot worse than **** below,
Through them Evil strikes and tears.
But the fool will never know—
Blinded by his own despairs.
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Militant Stupidity
"To always be right, to charge ahead,
Without a doubt—that’s the great art
By which dull fools the world have led."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair’s heart
Fierce stupidity, no doubt allowed—
Charge forward! I’m the truth, the force!
With brutal shove, break ice and cloud,
Crush stones and barriers off their course.
The path to “success” I always make—
Success alone, immense, supreme!
All else I crush, all foes I break,
Those who oppose? Just sweep—extreme!
If many chase this ruthless way,
Then chaos reigns and madness swells—
A bedlam where the fools hold sway,
And reason dies where terror dwells.
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Clear Vision
To see with clarity —
A danger near,
They’ll twist your mind,
That’s half the fear.
Each hour brings
A haunting sight:
The horror born
Of Strada’s blight —
Unending grief,
A restless ache,
A heavy road
Through Hell to take.
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Collapse
Ideas lined
Like dominos,
Built by a Fiend —
All **** that flows.
Then one shove —
Down to Hell they fall.
Fool stays mute,
While Fiend takes all.
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Collapse
Ideas fall
Like rotten bones—
Built by ****,
Pure **** and stones.
One hard shove—
They crash to Hell.
Fool shuts up—
The ******* fell.
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Religion — The Ideology of Broken Slaves
Pray to your god, the weak and hollow,
For patience, meekness — a wretched pledge.
This keeps you chained in darkness shallow,
Rotting in a fake-*** heaven’s edge.
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Horoscope ******-Viruses
Aries, Cancers... ****** traits!
******-virus, horoscope lies —
You swallow stench and twisted fakes,
A fool beneath the smoggy skies.
Scams herded like a nation's flock,
They multiply, but won’t confess
The damage done inside your clock —
A secret kept by dark distress.
The media's agenda drops
From “high above,” they know the game:
To dull the mind, the **** that props
The rotten crew — you’ll never name.
Clicks and twitches for the “roof” —
Horoscopes among their lies.
Media's all sell their poison proof,
Drowned deep in fog where truth just dies.
Astrology’s a science, sure.
Media's the fake-pseudoscience brand,
A place where lies grow dark and pure —
They eat your brain like spider’s hand.
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Like Locked in a Cage
Crystals form of family’s madness,
When fading lifts the fragile veil.
That veil won’t last — time’s quick to madness,
And nonsense rules where truth grows pale.
Two egos, rigid, cold, and stubborn,
Can’t bend or yield in any fight —
In matters grave, they clash and burden,
Like prisoners trapped, enduring blight.
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Newspeak
They mold the "community" with Newspeak —
A "new" community, they say.
But Newspeak’s damage runs too deep:
It breeds half-men in its sway.
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No Rights for Madness!
No franchise for the crazy —
Burn it down, destroy the scene!
Think you’ll hit the lowest? Lazy —
No rights down there, just flee!
Fall fast, then jump like brute,
Break the bottom, claim your place.
But the depths? They’re absolute —
And madness wins the race.
There’s always lower, lower still,
No rights exist beneath that pit.
Hell draws close with iron will —
And madness grows, won’t quit.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon worldwide starts to march,
Soon to visit Charon’s shore.
Even he will dread the arch —
And close Hell’s gates once more.
Charon fears — he shuts the pit,
Saving demons from their fate.
Serving edges — this is it,
His grim joy, the Devil’s gate.
Mammon drifts, condemned to sway,
By Hell’s doorstep, doomed to roam.
Vanished soon — a new-born way,
A brand new man to claim the throne.
Through gold and lies, again will rise
That spawn to shake this Earth’s repose.
And bring the tremors, shatter skies —
When Mammon’s dark new chapter grows.
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The World’s Mammon
Mammon’s plague now stalks the earth,
Heading fast to Charon’s gate.
Even Death recoils in wrath —
Hell itself must close its fate.
Charon shudders, shuts the pit,
Saves the demons from the fire.
He who guards the shadow’s grit,
Serves the edge of grim desire.
Mammon writhes, a cursed spawn,
Chains of Hell will hold it tight.
Soon it dies — a new dawn
Breeds a fiend to spread the blight.
Gold and lies, the twisted breed,
Rise again to shake the ground.
Earth will shiver, quake, and bleed —
As Mammon’s doom descends profound.
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World’s Mammon — The Deathspawn
Mammon’s curse has cracked the sky,
Marching straight to Charon’s door.
Death shudders, can’t deny —
Hell’s gates slam forevermore.
Charon cowers, seals the pit,
Saves the demons from the flames.
Darkness grins — the cursed writ,
Serving chaos, hell’s own games.
Mammon writhes, a festering blight,
Tied to Hell’s unholy chains.
Soon it dies — but from the night,
Sprouts new plague to spread the pains.
Gold and lies, the poison seed,
Rise again — the earth will bleed.
Shattered bones and broken breath —
Mammon drags the world to death.
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Mammon’s Rot: The Final Plague
Mammon’s plague — a roaring beast,
Lunging straight at Charon’s feast.
Death recoils — Hell’s gates will slam,
Doomed to burn in death’s cruel jam.
Charon shivers, seals the tomb,
Saves the demons — seals their doom.
Hell’s own servant, chaos’ blade,
Feeds on screams the darkness made.
Mammon writhes in chains of rot,
Suffocates the world with blot.
It will die? No — spawn anew,
Slaughter dressed in lies and glue.
Gold’s false glitter, venom’s seed,
Breeds again to **** and bleed.
Earth will quake beneath the weight —
Mammon drags the world to fate.
In hellfire’s grip the shadows scream,
Feeding on a twisted dream.
All is lost, the soul decays —
Mammon’s curse forever stays.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Abyss Unleashed
Mammon, rot incarnate, slithers vile and fierce,
Dragging Charon’s throne into a blood-soaked pierce.
Death itself recoils in dread and shame,
Hell’s gates slam shut on this corrupted flame.
Charon shudders, seals the ****** domain,
Saving fiends to torment souls again.
Hell’s grim warden, sword of black despair,
Feeding on the cries that choke the air.
Mammon writhes in chains of filthy decay,
Suffocates the world in plague and grey.
Not dead — reborn in filth and lies,
A monstrous spawn beneath poisoned skies.
Gold’s sick glitter, serpent’s seed,
Breeds anew to grind and bleed.
Earth shudders under hellish weight,
Mammon drags all to final fate.
In infernal claws the darkness screams,
Feeding on the last of fractured dreams.
Souls dissolved, bones turned to dust —
Mammon’s curse: eternal rust.
No mercy, no light — only endless night,
A kingdom forged in madness and blight.
Hell is rising, the world’s last breath —
Mammon’s shadow is death’s own death.
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Mammon’s Plague — Abyssal Doom
Mammon rots, a putrid curse,
Slithers forth in hell’s own hearse.
Dragged to Charon’s shadowed pier,
Death recoils — the end is near.
Gates of Hell slam cold and tight,
Demon thralls weep endless night.
Charon grits his bones of rust,
Doomed to guard the cursed dust.
Mammon writhes in chains of slime,
Feeding on a world’s decline.
Not dead, but birthed in filth and bile,
A plague that poisons all with guile.
Gold that gleams with satan’s breath,
Spawns fresh monsters born of death.
Earth convulses, wracked with pain,
Mammon drags the world insane.
Souls devoured, bones crushed to ash,
Hope consumed in hellish crash.
No salvation, no reprieve,
Only darkness left to grieve.
Endless night, no dawn in sight,
A kingdom drowned in blackest blight.
Hell unleashed with cruel intent —
Mammon’s grip: the final end.
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Mammon’s Curse — The Final Abyss
Mammon writhes, a cancer foul,
Dragging worlds beneath his scowl.
Charon’s boat now stained with gore,
Frightened souls beg for no more.
Hell’s gates slam on demon’s screams,
Charon weeps in broken dreams.
Not a savior — warden ******,
Guarding ashes of the ******.
Mammon’s poison seeps like blood,
Turns pure earth to choking mud.
Born from filth, bred in decay,
Feeding on souls led astray.
Gold’s false glow, a serpent’s tongue,
Spawns new fiends, forever young.
Earth convulses, wracked with dread,
While the living crawl with dead.
Bones crushed under endless weight,
Hope extinguished, crushed by fate.
No salvation, none to find,
Only darkness — cruel, unkind.
Night eternal, no escape,
Worlds consumed in blackened shape.
Hell unleashed, the final breath,
Mammon’s clutch — a deathly death.
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The Parts of “Success”
Stupidity plus greed and endless dread —
(Fear’s injected everywhere, always fed) —
Breeds a psyche cracked, a mind unblessed,
While years of ******* feed the unrest.
Stupidity’s “natural,” but training’s worse:
The Creature knows the game, the cursed
Programs torturing pure reason’s core,
To silence truth forevermore.
The hidden gist: greed marches in line,
In wretched lives it plants its sign.
And propaganda’s lies and screams
Glue all that filth — the nightmare’s schemes.
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The Formula of Ruin
Stupidity fused with greed and fear,
(A plague that stalks both far and near) —
Breaks the mind, a shattered wreck,
Years in chains make no mind check.
“Natural” fool, but bred to ****,
That Creature knows the poison drill:
It twists pure reason, strangles light,
Drowns all truth in endless night.
Greed marches in a brutal horde,
In broken lives it claws and gored.
Propaganda howls, deceives,
Binding all with web of thieves.
This heap of filth, this cursed stew —
Is all the “success” you pursue.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupidity, greed, and ceaseless dread—
Fear’s virus bred inside your head—
Crush the mind to rotting pulp,
Years of chains—your endless gulp.
“Natural fool,” yet trained to serve
That Creature’s will—to twist, to swerve.
It wrings pure reason, snuffs the flame,
Drowns your soul in filthy shame.
Greed’s the cancer, thick and vile,
In every breath, it claws, defiles.
Propaganda’s shrillest lies
Seal your fate—no more disguise.
This pile of **** you worship, praise—
Is your “success” in this haze.
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The Sum of Hellish Success
Stupid, greedy, never still,
Fear that claws and kills your will—
Mind decays, rots to the core,
Chained and crushed forevermore.
Born a fool, but trained to break,
Soul to drain and body shake.
Reason dies beneath their hand,
Pure thought crushed by their command.
Greed’s the plague that claws your breath,
Drags you down to hell and death.
Lies scream loud, their venom’s deep—
Bind your mind, enslave your sleep.
**** you worship, **** you crave,
This is all your life will save.
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Almost Bird...
A roasted chick —
Boiled in lies thick,
Then fried on Fear’s flame.
To hell with custom’s game!
Crazy bird’s routine —
Spirit’s wings wiped clean.
Powerless? Let it be.
***** weakness — set it free.
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Just One Big Lie for One Big Season
The CowID results are buried
In war's apocalyptic rattle.
The sheep, so simple and unwary,
Need one big lie to start the battle.
The first lie vanishes completely —
They tremble at the fresh disaster.
It fades — and joy returns so sweetly,
The herd feels peace and safety faster.
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One lie. One spell. One herd obeys —
Then cheers the slaughter as it prays.
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The Naked King and the Numbskull Crowd
The king is bare,
His court — for hire.
The crowd? Don’t care —
Just grunts and liars.
The lords all feud,
Distrust is growing.
The priest’s a brute —
He blesses moaning.
The king is bare,
The axe is gleaming.
But if they stare
And keep on dreaming —
Then chains come back
With fresh enslaving.
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The Core of Modern Pseudo-Psychology
They bolt on wheels to a dead old mule,
Then praise its "energizing pace."
In "psychology," that's the rule
When Spirit’s vanished without a trace.
Their theories? Hollow, soulless schemes.
The "practice"? Cash, control, and lies.
It feeds on shadowed power dreams —
Where evil thrives in thin disguise.
It creeps into the mind unseen —
A backstab hurts the most, you know.
In this soulless, lifeless machine,
Psychology serves shadow’s glow.
A crutch for lies, for chains, for pain,
Dead mules march off to work and war —
As long as charlatans explain
Their fate with jargon by the score.
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They preach the mind — but sell the soul,
Dead mules obey, and darkness rolls.
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The Blind Spot
A blind spot lives in every mind —
The root of chains for all mankind.
The fiends will preach, and you’ll believe —
Their lies now bolder, worse, and cheap.
It grows like mold on fear and greed,
On pious fools and wicked need.
And while the world just stares, unwise —
The blind spot burns through truth and skies.
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A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.
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“Elections” in the Madhouse
Do we “choose”? No — they drag us all inside,
To a madhouse world where lies abide!
Reason melts fast in fascist flame,
Where ugliness and rudeness reign.
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No choice at all — just chains and pain,
In madhouse madness, they reign insane.
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The Prime Directive
To foul the minds of countless throngs —
The foremost task, the wicked’s song.
No chains are needed — that’s their luck —
For beasts who spread their poison muck.
They cut expenses to the bone —
Executioners, metal zones.
We’ll spin three crates of blatant lies...
If crates run short, no compromise.
It’s not like concrete — solid, tight —
From garbage heaps will burst a fight:
The media dumps forty megatons
Of falsehoods — “Our brave soldier runs!”
Now evil’s mouthpiece, loud and grim,
Is hope and fortress for the sin.
It drives the Mind and Spirit out
From submissive fools, lost in doubt.
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Foul minds are their first command—
Lies pour out, a deadly brand.
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Trash
Stupid faces multiply everywhere,
Spreading fear, betrayal, shame, despair.
They crush the last of reason’s spark —
The trash of Earth, a world so dark.
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To Account!
To bear one hundredth part
Of all this shame — a stain on heart!
To craft one hundredth share
Of all this vile, deceitful snare —
Deserves but death’s unyielding hand,
For treasons vile, unhuman stand.
The prologue’s clear — we watch it rise:
The beasts will answer, no disguise.
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One hundredth of this vile sin —
Deserves death’s verdict, sharp and thin.
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Anger
A cauldron boils of dark desires,
In hellish flames, the mind expires.
The Spirit’s trapped among the bones,
Worn flesh its cold, forsaken throne.
So rare a guest, it fades to dust —
All seems in vain, but still—there’s lust:
Anger left as last defense,
A bitter shield, no recompense.
Be fierce — keep weak and swine away,
From hell’s grip strive to break away.
Reach out to Light — it lives inside —
No other truth: don’t run, don’t hide.
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Burn with rage, but guard your soul —
Push the swine, reclaim control.
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Filth of Lies
Trust betrayed beyond the brink —
Total lies make darkness sink!
So the forecast’s grim and stark —
All will drown in filth and dark.
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The “Science” of Deceitful Beasts
Beasts adore their “science” talk,
Euphemisms that slyly stalk,
Latin words to blind and bind,
Enemas for the human mind.
An enema — a false pretense,
Torturing Spirit’s innocence,
Trampling reason, truth betrayed,
Slaughtered by the lies they’ve made.
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Their “science” reeks of lies and pain,
Mind’s enema, a poisoned drain.
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“Napoleon? No, It’s Me!”
A mission? Firm’s messiah, you say?
Ego’s gone wild — clinical dismay.
Marketing sharks, PR’s sharp knights —
Napoleons of sales and fights!
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Employers, Consumers, and the Rest
...-ers and -brethren,
Only SEEKERS count,
All else is fading dust.
Brethren—gluttons,
Souls defiled and crushed
By food and blind submission.
False givers,
With free cheese gifts,
Enslave all who feed their lust.
A world drowned in foolishness—
Decay and endless rust.
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False givers feed the herd,
Cheap cheese traps every bird.
Only seekers hold the key —
All else rots in misery.
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Slime
Permissions to live—
Licenses, papers, all contrived.
This world’s ruled by slime,
Greedy for our very life’s drive.
They ban all that they can,
Then sell a paper—“control,” they plan.
A feeble grip that fails to heal,
Real harm ignored—the CowID ordeal.
The herd’s fed poison, vile and slick,
Shame dies in officials—only bribes stick.
Beasts now rule, the lords of scorn,
The world sickened by their brazen scorn.
Permissions to live—
Means life itself’s a lie.
For everywhere lies and slime
Are sources where all horrors lie.
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Slime rules life with poison lies—
Paper chains, control’s disguise.
Bribed beasts breed decay and dread—
Truth is dead, the herd is led.
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Constant Madness of the Mind
The Rubik’s Cube of heads
Spins wildly on all sides,
So fools won’t find their peace —
No rest to seek or hide.
Tugging, pulling everywhere—
The mind’s roof blows away.
They need a traitor’s sneer,
A filthy fool’s display.
Trash will flood the whole “house” —
This global madhouse grim,
In artificial haze,
The goal: reduce us dim.
Through nonsense, they succeed—
Few minds remain alive,
And even fewer keep
The Flame of Souls to thrive.
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Brains twisted like a Rubik’s Cube,
Fools kept spinning—no escape, no truce.
Trash and traitors flood the global hive,
Soul’s flame dying, barely alive.
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The Curtain
A curtain’s fallen — thick and low,
The game of ostriches laid bare.
This wretched world has turned to hell,
A lair of fiends beyond repair.
Beneath the veil, the ***** show—
Heads buried deep in desert sand.
They’ve gone feral, lost all shame—
Satan rules this cursed land.
Feathers plucked, their pride destroyed,
Heads stuck deep, no truth to find.
Bowing falsehood, faith betrayed,
To light they turn their fear and bind.
Light’s unseen if viewed by ***—
A chasm wide from truth and grace.
To suffer fiends who breed such spite
Is doom for all the human race.
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Curtain falls — no light, just shame,
***** buried, heads to blame.
Satan rules the wild decay,
Fiends feast while souls give way.
Look with *** — you see no sun,
End is near if evil’s won.
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******* hide, heads in sand,
Ruled by fiends, a cursed land.
Satan’s throne, their shame’s embrace —
Humanity’s disgrace.
Look with *** — you’re blind and lost,
Evil’s toll is total cost.
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The Endless Game of Echoes
Play the game of echoes — try,
If your partner’s dumb and sly.
If that fool’s also proud and mean —
You’ll be drained before you’ve seen.
Shun the fools and all the fools,
Shun the knaves and rotten tools,
Or you’ll turn to filthy ash,
Wake from sleep — break free, don’t crash.
Fools abound — the numbers grow,
Solitude’s the shield you know,
To stay whole and not become
Trash with them — the sorting’s done.
Here they cull the foolish throng,
Fascism’s grip is harsh and strong,
Where their strength turns dark and grim —
Only madmen play that hymn.
Echoing insults, they fight,
Wounding Spirit, dimming light,
Killing Soul in evil’s clutch,
Servants of the weak and such.
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Fatigue and Death
Fury, weariness, despair —
A scourge that strikes the stagnant air.
Rot and stench spread far and wide,
Fascism’s war-cry, raw and plied.
Everywhere, fools crowd the land,
Few the wise who still can stand.
Drained of strength, no will to fight —
Why protect yourself from blight?
Honor, shame are locked away,
Treachery’s the daily play.
In this filth and putrid reek,
Brains like flies fall weak and meek.
Where conscience fades, a relic lost,
Sensitivity’s the cost,
In this hell beneath the rule,
Leaving early’s fortune’s jewel.
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Mental Overstrain
Fatigue’s no trivial thing —
You’ll lose what matters most,
Though only dullness clings,
Apathy’s quiet ghost.
It seems not so severe,
But weariness will grow,
And suddenly, it’s clear —
Your light begins to slow.
Then comes the darkened drift,
Your will begins to break,
Lies, fears, the nagging rift —
A painful, sharp heartbreak.
Yet pain, in its own way,
Thanks for the warning sign —
It wakes your mind today,
Or you’ll fade out like a shrine —
A ghost drained of all power,
Lost deep in shadow’s bower.
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"Adaptations" — Profanations
They twist and spoil it all,
Distort the core and soul.
In wretched fights where lies prevail,
Truth’s crumbs drown in the stale.
Fools and fiends of every kind
Turn meaning blind and blind.
Half-truths mix with lies to bind —
No vision left to find.
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Stupid Zoo
The cops have gone feral, wild,
Doctors sold their minds, defiled.
Books they poison, pages spun,
Feeding kids till thought is done.
The world drowns deep in lies,
Screens spew nonsense, truth just dies.
All officials bought and sold,
Fake “scientists” lost control.
But that’s no longer the main fight —
Genocide, fascism’s blight.
And in this slaughter, who will shield
The Reason’s flame, the truths revealed?
Only Fire can cleanse the stains,
Break the cursed cycle’s chains.
It’s happened once, will come again,
While Spirit’s trapped in Hell’s domain,
While drowning in the fearful fraud,
In this Stupid Zoo of God.
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Against the Grain
Everything’s set against your way—
Maybe you’re more right each day:
Obstacles that block your path
Mark the truth beneath the wrath.
Going against the grain, you’ll shed
That old fur that drags you dead.
When comfort lives in pain and strife,
That comfort’s death—end of your life.
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Mad Rashism
“Liberators” blew the dam—
In Kahovka, chaos ran.
Down below the Dnipro’s line,
Foul beasts fell—a twisted sign.
Their howl’s a dumb and senseless scream,
Propaganda’s sickest scheme.
Dostoevsky? Just soulless lies!
Fascists herd their slaves and spies!
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******* of a Phantom Chance
Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They **** to that trance...
World’s decay, a bleak advance —
People dumb, mute, in a trance.
So the chance is just a ghost,
Forward—beasts scream “Attack!” the most.
Fools march to pointless fight,
To “healing” death in blinding light.
Chasing chance inside the void,
All drowned in darkness, all destroyed.
Hamsters spinning wheels so fast —
Your chances? Dead, they’re in the past!
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Phantom Chance *******
Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They’re jerking off to nonsense, man...
World’s a cesspit, full decay —
Dumb, deaf, blind, the sheeple sway.
Chance? A ghost, a cruel lie.
“Attack!” beasts howl, and fools comply.
They march to pointless, toxic pain,
Where poison kills and hope’s in vain.
Chasing chances in their hole,
All drowned in dark, no saving soul.
Hamsters trapped on endless wheels —
Your “chance” is dead. That’s how it feels.
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Phantom Chance — a twisted lie,
They ******* while the world will die.
Beasts scream “Attack!” — the fools obey,
Your hope’s a ghost that fades away.
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Chance? A ghost they ******* —
While world decays, they seal their fate.
Beasts roar orders, sheep comply —
Your hope’s just poison, doomed to die.
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Thought Diverter
A lightning rod for interests, hobbies,
False spirits, all that ****** stuff —
A Thought Diverter traps dumb zombies
In nonsense thick and ever rough.
They’re too lazy just to think,
So we digest and "adapt" the core,
Twisting truth until it sinks —
Their idol’s need, their only law.
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Thought Diverter
A lightning rod for fake pursuits,
For phony faith and all their trash —
A Thought Diverter drags recruits,
Dumb zombies stuck in lies that thrash.
Too lazy even just to think,
We chew and twist their empty soul,
Expelling truth, corrupting ink —
Their only god: the grind and toll.
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Nonsense and Carcass
World’s lefties’ day arrives,
And pointless labor’s praise —
Drive nonsense from our lives!
The herds still graze and laze.
They feast on lies and trash,
Content with shallow noise,
Unaware their funeral crash
Is hymn of useless toil.
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Slaves’ Hatred for Their “Neighbors”
Slaves hate freedom’s smallest spark,
When close at hand — those fiends foresee
The reckoning that comes so dark,
The Soul’s last toll — if it will be.
That slave’s order is absurd —
Dull fools believe they’ll still be fed.
But creatures have a darker word:
They’ll grind them down — hate’s wasted thread.
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Slave Hate’s a Fool’s Trap
Slaves despise the taste of free,
But payback’s near — just wait and see.
They’ll crush the weak, erase the trace,
Your hate’s a lie, a lost disgrace.
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The Bottom
Rashism — that’s the bottom.
Is that what you sought?
Around is all rotten,
Trapped in this squalor caught.
How did we sink so low?
Fear’s the root, the cause.
The end’s fire will glow —
All beasts burn without pause.
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Madness of Computer Games
For a “griffon” I’ll surrender,
For a “shield” I’ll **** with pride.
Never will I lose or render,
Family left far behind.
If it takes—this madness sweeter
Than the sweetest candy’s taste.
So we’ll hit the lowest meter,
Final chapter’s bitter waste.
When the whole virtual land
Leads us to the digital camp,
Where “new normal” rules the stand—
Idiot’s the stamp and stamp.
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Batteries
Games, no-nets, and mobiles,
All those endless time-thieves —
Run on batteries, feeding
Warmth of souls that grieve.
Like watering cans, they pour
That warmth down Evil’s drain.
Real charge? Face-to-face — for sure.
Drop that dull habit’s chain!
They **** us one by one,
Silent signals gone astray.
Fools don’t know what’s done —
Turning wholly into nothing gray.
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Batteries
Games, phones, all those time-licks —
Running dry on dead-*** tricks.
Soul’s warm juice? Flushed down the drain,
Feeding Evil’s filthy reign.
Real charge comes face-to-face,
Not through screens that numb and waste.
Ditch the dumb, robotic fuss —
They **** us all, one by one, thus.
Fools don’t grasp the silent theft:
Turned to nothing — spirit left.
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Putinoids
Putinoid — a dumb fool’s breed,
Not just dumb, but pure disease.
Like Chikatilo’s cruel creed,
Or Mengele’s mad expertise.
Ruled by Kremlin’s twisted fiend,
Betrayal killed his mind and soul.
Since his youth, no thoughts convened —
Propaganda’s poisoned toll.
How long can such filth survive,
Feeding lies that sickly spread?
Hardly long — they’ll pay the price
For fascist horrors, tears, and dread.
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A Different Collective Vision
A different way of seeing —
The Path’s good goal in sight.
What now means disbelieving —
One answer: walk the fight.
That goal’s a hard ascension,
Alone, few reach its height.
No crowds, no great convention —
Just silence, almost white.
All this seems far, ungrasped —
So Death soon spreads its breath:
A world of lies collapsed —
Wipe all away — erase death.
Fascism and falsehood here —
Is that what folks had planned?
If so, the song’s all done —
Pour one last drink, my friend.
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Election Farce
Counting the useless, the fake —
A sham election, just a joke.
Through these womb-born fiends, the plague
Of fascism's vile choke.
Those beasts, with their approving nods,
Cast shadows of false legit.
For craven, sold-out worthless clods,
They grant a rotten writ.
They’re clueless — wasted all their chance,
Drank away what brains remained.
From those with heart and true stance,
Stole freedom — bound and chained.
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Election Farce — The Beast’s Game
Counting fools, a sham parade,
False elections, rotten trade.
Womb-spawned monsters fuel the flame,
Fascism’s filth — the Beast’s name.
With their nods, they give a mask,
Legitimacy’s dead task.
Filthy traitors, sold-out ****,
Feed the poison, beat the drum.
Brains all drained, they lost the fight,
Drunk on lies, lost all their light.
From the pure and true they steal
Every chance to break the seal.
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Election Farce — The Beast’s ****
Counting dead, dumb zombies crawl,
Fake elections, circus brawl.
Womb-born filth spreads fascist stain,
Fascism’s **** — the Beast’s domain.
With their nods, they fake the law,
Give the slime a cloak to draw.
Trash and traitors, puking lies,
Feed the poison, burn the skies.
Brains all wasted, sold, and spent,
Drunk on hate, all judgment bent.
From the pure, they steal the light,
Snuffing hope, chaining tight.
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Election Farce
Counting corpses, dumb and blind,
Fake votes breed the fascist kind.
Filth gives lies a mask to wear —
Brains sold out, no hope, despair.
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Rashists
At checkpoints let the car pass through—
Kids inside, then shoot them too.
Such vile beasts claim to “free” the land,
Ukraine’s fate crushed by their hand.
Spawned from Rashism’s darkest grime,
Fascists echo ******’s time.
But this monster, soulless, grim,
Is worse than all the fiends of him.
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Traitors and the Media
Pseudo-presidents impotent,
They rule this stale, foul cesspool.
Just the filth of lies ferment—
Propaganda makes the fool.
Through the media, they brazenly reign,
Vile monsters, **** and grime.
Dumb masses drowned in their domain,
Sneaky traitors in their crime.
With “orders from above” they steer,
Propaganda's brutal whip.
They won't leave fools in peace, I fear—
The beast commands: “Attack, don’t slip!”
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Traitors and the Media
Impotent pseudo-leaders rule this stinking pit—
Nothing but ****, propaganda’*****.
Brazen fiends pull strings behind the screen,
Swarming fools drown in their obscene machine.
Traitors sneak, they crawl and scheme,
Slaves to lies, obeying the regime.
“From above” the orders drop like knives,
Propaganda’s lash kills freeborn lives.
No rest for fools, no mercy shown—
The beast commands: “Strike hard, strike bone!”
Rot and venom in every breath,
Traitors and media dance with death.
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All Is Lost!!!
Mayors dull —
“Peers” push the pull,
Serving Evil’s twisted goal.
Pseudo-presidents, goat-like fools,
Lead the sheep to fight the fight.
******* fascism wins the day
With howls of hate that never sway—
Propaganda, wild and vile,
Would make Goebbels cringe a while.
Those attacks so sharp and fierce,
Loaded lies like bombs that pierce—
Hiroshima’s just a sneeze.
All is lost! All’s disease!
Three-quarters mad — this world’s a joke,
In psychosis deep we choke.
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The Only Mask
The world’s a masquerade,
One mask worn tight—
Its name is Fear,
Worth not a mite.
If it should cling,
A grafted shell,
Then you’re a ****,
Your life—pure hell.