Fear and Loosh
The cans are years expired,
The harvest rots away,
Your nerves are fried and tired —
But dare not disobey.
“It’s fine,” they say, “we're living
In Hell’s most perfect sphere!”
While skies grow dark and driven —
The ghouls are drawing near.
They feed on rising tension,
So terror takes its course:
Those loathsome things, no mention —
They **** the Loosh with force.
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They darken skies with terror’s brush —
To **** your fear. To drain your Loosh.
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The Wasteland
A desert made of stone and steel —
The city's soul is dead.
Its breathless heat, its reeking feel
Could suffocate the dread.
But tears won’t help — they fall in vain:
That cursed place won’t care.
Corruption, filth, deceit, and pain —
It’s not a town. It’s lair for swine. Beware.
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A city built on rot and lies —
No soul survives. Just filth and flies.
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Donkeys and Others...
"No matter how well you feed a donkey, he won’t become a stallion."
— Proverb of seasoned long-distance runners
Feed a donkey all day — he’s the same,
You can’t make the blind see the Light.
Most just live for the feed and the game,
For the ***** and the lies they recite.
It’s their fate — dull and grim, full of trash,
And through them you’re under attack:
Yes, the slave is the weapon they flash —
The dumb beast they unleash on your back.
So seek only minds that are bright,
Walk with souls who have vision and flame.
If you bet on a fool in the fight —
Don’t expect any mercy or shame.
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Don’t preach to a beast with no spark —
He’ll trample your light in the dark.
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Ode to the Traitors' Mind
The traitors haven’t lost it —
It’s Hell’s approved routine.
So many souls have cost it,
Now slime runs cold and mean.
Fascistic muck keeps spreading
Across the brainless crowd.
The traitor’s sly — he’s dreading
No sin… he stocks betrayal proud.
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He trades his soul for filth and fame —
A traitor knows which truth to maim.
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To the Henchmen of Rashism
So many crawled to power, vile and cursed —
Ex-athletes, actors — tainted to the bone.
If you perform — perform, but at your worst
Don’t prop up lies with slogans of your own.
You joined the filth. And fascist contamination
Won’t wash away — your grandkids will despise.
There’s always choice. The peak of degradation
Is selling soul for cash and soothing lies.
But when the purge begins — no bribe will save you.
No statute shields from what the law will find.
And shame — your final label — will engrave you:
You sold your truth, your soul, your name — for slime.
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Sold soul for cash? Then brace for pain —
There’s no amnesty for the stain.
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A Fizzle...
"Brutal and senseless," they once cried —
But that’s no revolt — there’s nothing left.
The best were culled, the rest just died
In purges, lies, and moral theft.
Now rot and ruin fill the stage,
And only fascism strikes with force.
Yet laughable — their hate and rage
Resemble cargo cults, of course.
This cult will fall — a new one grows,
Still dumber, darker, more absurd.
Fascism always re-enslaves —
And "communism"? Just another ****.
All past revolts — a ****, a joke,
With halfwits reigning shore to shore.
The cult is fed by walking smoke —
A freak parade of mindless lore.
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They killed the best — the **** remain.
Now cults of madness rule the brain.
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"Upbringing" and "Education"
Attack the young — that's how they win:
The chains must grip before you grow.
Just poison minds with darkness, sin —
And crush the spark they used to show.
It’s called “upbringing” — a disguise
For programs crafted to destroy.
They nail young minds with sacred lies,
And bleed the soul of light and joy.
This is "education": death
By dull routine and blind control.
A pedant drains your final breath —
A fascist slave, without a soul.
They teach you Satan wears a crown,
That God is gone, and thought is sin.
They burn the gifted children down
To keep the dead machine within.
A system built on *******, fear,
Where kids are forged to serve the lie —
With stubborn dullness, year by year,
They train bright minds to crawl and die.
They **** the soul — and call it school.
This world’s a void, a hellish tool.
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They teach you lies and call it grace —
To **** the mind, to blind the face.
The system's goal? Obey. Be dumb.
And serve the beast you should outrun.
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The New Zombo-Order
Madness grew strong, the "oaks" all bent —
Fascism snapped them like a twig.
They “woke up” — drained, broken, spent —
And shared one coffin, cold and big.
Then zombies charged with vamps beside them
To bring a new world order in —
To make the world a twisted latrine,
Where fascist filth could choke the spin.
They came to crush the mind’s last ember,
Its spark still stuck inside their throat.
For lies alone they now remember —
The kind that rot, the kind that gloat.
These hordes now knock on every door,
A nightmare gang in dead parade:
A vamp commands this hellish corps,
A drunken goblin — his brigade.
Die if you must — but don't turn zombie.
Reject their lies, their rotting creed.
Let truth explode like rebel bomb-be —
And grow the ranks of those who bleed... but lead.
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Don't join their cult. Don't bow or nod.
Be truth's wild flame — not fascist fraud.
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The Forces of Fascism
Drunks and fools, the traitor horde,
Snitches crawling back to form —
These are fascism’s new reward,
The spine of its reborn swarm.
And the sellouts, silent, tame,
Endorsing madness with a grin —
Their decay becomes the flame
That burns the world from deep within.
The mute, the meek, the ones who bleat
With hollow sounds and empty stare —
They make the tyrant's task complete
And think they're lucky. How they dare!
They’ll shear them first — then send to slaughter.
Justice? Yes — but grim and late.
The voiceless sheep, led to the water,
Drink their doom and call it fate.
You’ll become a goat, a beast,
Just keep eating, stay asleep.
This world’s ruled by vermin priests —
And to the Dark, your soul is cheap.
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You fed in silence, thought you'd win —
Now march with sheep — into the bin.
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Shrines for the Sheep
Their “shrines” for brain-dead cotton-heads —
A “teacher,” rigged election clown,
A **** who lectures kids in dreads
While ******* fascist slogans down.
They pour out buckets full of sludge,
And call it “roots,” or “sacred ties.”
The end is filth — dumb thugs who trudge
Through life with hate and hollow eyes.
No need for “higher thought,” they say —
Just wave the flag and chant the myth.
They’ve trashed their land in every way —
What’s left? Collective mental drift.
So few with minds, so few with soul.
The Kremlin-swine, like lice, command —
A Supreme Tick who takes control
And ***** the blood of all the land.
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A tick on top, the rest — decay.
They ****, they grunt, they praise and bray.
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Cotton-Wool
Muffled voices, crushed and torn —
Cotton-wool backs Kremlin’s fiends.
A fake Führer, enemy born,
Bringing shame on Ukraine’s scenes.
Rude and brutal, uncultured spite,
Even the red flag’s stained and torn.
****** boys haunt dreams at night —
"Our cause is just — death to the scorn!"
That wretched girl, who lost her legs —
Bucha, Kharkiv’s hellish cries.
Is Satan God? The question begs —
Where mercy dies, the evil flies.
Cotton-wool crushed conscience, soul, and pride,
The flea-like Führer seeks revenge on mind.
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Cotton-wool fools crushed by lies,
Führer’s vengeance blinds their eyes.
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Fascism Is Always Right
"To always be right, to charge headlong, doubting nothing —
these are the great traits by which stupidity rules the world."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair, 1848
Fascism’s always right,
While you are wrong:
It storms ahead,
It pushes strong.
You’re just a freak,
If scared by evil’s stench,
With paws upraised —
Dumb, blind, and mute, a wretch.
Bribes are slick,
The world’s a stubborn mule,
Ruled by fascism’s whip —
A heavier rein, no fool.
Against the World’s Dark Force,
The thread of resistance thins.
No donkey can win —
Led by the supreme goat who grins.
No doubts allowed —
The goat is god.
A madness loud —
The world’s a prison squad.
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Fascism’s right — no doubt, no fight.
Donkeys bow to goat’s dark might.
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False Laws
This world is poor and small,
With fake laws ruling all.
Far from Kon’s pure light,
Here lies and darkness bite.
Forgery, lies, and grime,
Violence, forgotten time.
The world’s a horror show —
Where mind and soul decay slow.
The rotten soon will fall,
Discarded, swept from halls.
While fascism drives the rot
Out from its secret spots.
CowID and genocide,
Wars of another tide.
The Spirit almost slain —
A global madhouse reigns.
But only Spirit’s law,
By Kon’s own mighty hand,
Will cast the hellish thralls —
And bring true joy to land.
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False laws rule worlds in rot —
Spirit’s law will end the plot.
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Woodape Monkeys
Woodape monkeys work the store,
Churning nonsense more and more.
They prefer their mortgage chains,
And love the zombie screens — what pains!
That box of lies keeps pushing fear:
Woodape monkeys march in gear.
While the fake Führer barks command,
Driving their herds to meet their end.
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Woodape monkeys, dull and blind —
Led by lies, they fall in line.
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The Perfect Lie Detector
The perfect lie detector’s clear:
That box of zombies you hold dear.
Switch it on, the signal’s true —
It shows the lies dictators spew.
The selling propaganda beast,
Experts who justify the least.
And shameless fools who loudly cheer,
Pushing evil as good cheer.
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Turn on the box — the lies explode,
Dictators’ truth? A rotten load.
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Orcs and Beatings
The earth reeks heavy, soaked in death —
Orcs choke on fire, doomed to fall.
Driven by plague’s cold breath,
Tired of lies and endless thrall.
Those “peaceful times” that breed the orcs,
Turning humans into beasts.
They wage their wars — piles of corpses,
Peace returns — then beats and feasts.
They say it’s Samsara’s wheel...
What nonsense! Orcs dwell in Hell.
But one orc cares just for meat,
A vile brute in endless heat.
This is decay, relentless, vast,
Like oceans deep, it never fades.
So much filth it’s cast —
Here live dead souls without the raids.
The dumb CowID revealed —
A madness, lies for ears of dead.
The Spirit’s near destroyed and sealed,
Fear, stench, and stupidity spread.
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Orcs burn, the plague drives war —
Dead alive, forevermore.
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Nonsense
You’ve listened all your life to trash,
To slime of propaganda's lash,
A world coated thick with lies,
That tear your mind and spirit’s skies.
Truth here is hard to find, you see —
Too many servants there will be
Of fascism, a global plague,
Where genocide’s a sport so vague.
To keep the masses meek and dumb,
Stubborn fools who won’t succumb,
To orders from the Dark's domain,
Governments worse than Kremlin's stain.
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Fed lies their whole life long,
In darkness dumb, they play along.
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The Combat Forces... of Fools
All fools are TNT—
Megatons of dumb.
New fascist filth experiments
To see if they can numb:
Can fools alone destroy
The last of minds that think?
Old TNT makes noise,
But minds are on the brink.
So little wit remains,
Hybrid war’s the game —
A fool fueled by lies,
Worth little in the frame.
The plague has always counted
The worthless as its throng.
But fools aren’t just the minions —
They’re fascism’s backbone strong.
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Fools explode with empty hate —
Fascism’s core, the dumb dictate.
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Interests in a Demon’s World
The space of interests speaks much more
Than any words could hope to show,
In worlds of demons, fools who swore
To blindly serve the hellish flow.
It shows what you are truly worth,
Your path, your soul’s authentic way.
If lies have drenched your very earth,
A stagnant pool where mud will stay.
The spiritual realms are vast —
But pride there turns you all to beast.
The world grows fewer souls at last —
More herds of sheep, the minds deceased.
The sting of lies drills in their heads,
And rot takes hold where truth once fed.
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In demons’ world, the truth is clear —
Lies breed the sheep, the soul’s not near.
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Like "Bread and Circuses"
It’s grim and foul to live this life.
But if you feast and drink your fill,
Can you escape the daily strife?
Only if you’re a fool or ill.
To be no freak here’s heavy load,
A burden biting like a tick.
This hellish world will crush your soul —
No books required to learn that trick.
If your mind’s dull, you won’t see through —
You’ll worship garbage, praise the waste,
Destroy what little reason grew,
And feast like cattle, blind and chaste.
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Feed, drink, and drown your fading mind —
Become the beast the world designed.
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Blinders and Burrows
Blinders and burrows,
Burrows and blinders —
Lies breed fear,
An endless grind.
Blinders on burrows —
Coming soon,
The world’s turned dust,
Rogue power’s tune.
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Blinded blind, trapped in holes —
The world decays, the tyrant rolls.
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New Crusades
New crusades, new twisted schemes —
Inventing woes for fools who dream.
They’ll swallow lies, then self-destroy,
Monsters feeding on their ploy.
They’ll **** their pants from terror’s grip,
This junk parade on madness’ trip.
Horned faces crawl and creep,
To drag all fools into the deep.
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Lies breed fear, fools march to doom —
New crusades lead to the tomb.
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Running "Yoga"
The human is a running machine,
Aerobic health’s the key.
Yoga’s slime, if stuck and mean —
A relic of old history.
When farming ruled the earth and land,
Lotus pose could bring you peace.
But now, with idle hands,
Run — that’s yoga’s new release.
There’s meditation too —
Awareness everywhere.
But if your mind and soul are through,
Old nonsense traps you there.
They keep dull fools in chains,
The older, the more strong.
Listen to the Bible’s strains —
A wild, false anthem long.
This ancient, twisted mess
Holds sway and causes grief.
The root of many woes, no less —
Old lies that steal belief.
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Run free — new yoga’s way.
Old lies trap minds in decay.
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CowID Never Sleeps
The fool "sleeps" —
But CowID’s awake:
Fascism guards health’s fake stake,
While Reason’s breath begins to break.
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Fool’s asleep, but CowID spies —
Fascist watch with cunning eyes.
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Played Too Much, Sold Out
They played too long — too far, too deep,
The end’s a shameful, darkened keep.
They killed their minds, to Darkness sold,
No crown of thorns, no hellfire bold.
Just sludge that stinks, that clings and weighs,
A bottom pierced in endless haze.
How lower still? The fog descends —
And downward spirals never end.
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Sold out minds, played far too long —
Downward drags the endless wrong.
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Caring for the Former Fools...
Those microchipped, the branded herd —
Disgusting cattle, marked and stirred.
Now ruled by clips and zombie screens,
Sent off to waste in silent scenes.
They “care” for health — these beasts, no less,
The whole herd’s cooked in wickedness.
For Spirit, Mind have long since fled,
Left burning cold and hanging dead.
New fascism’s always keen
To rule this flock, keep all unseen.
Once fools alone were all they had —
Is this forever livestock’s fad?
No — soon the barbecue will flare,
The sun will roast them unaware.
Then maybe hell will cool, set free —
A wilder, darker liberty?
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Microchipped, the cattle groan —
New fascism rules the drone.
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Feedback Loop
Monitor lizard, stubborn sheep;
Sheep, a lizard slow to creep.
Komodo’s venom in its spit
Will slowly make the sheep unfit.
How sick the sheep’s mind and brain,
So much lies the lizard feigns.
In falsehood, measure’s key — beware:
Too much, and sheep will flee elsewhere.
CowID lies beyond compare —
Tested through the “AIDS” nightmare.
No nation’s spared this twisted game,
So CowID passed through the shame.
Sheep have fallen far, so low,
A disgrace all nations know.
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Lizard spits — the sheep fall blind,
CowID’s lies wreck every mind.
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Rashism
Orcs upon the hill stand tall,
Their target: innocent lives all.
At home were beatings, lies in store,
Now orcs strike with deadly roar.
They shell with rockets, “Grad” so fierce —
This orc is now a fascist curse.
Soon he’ll rest in morgue’s cold bed,
His doom is written, soon he’s dead.
A “two hundred” he’ll become —
For genocide, no mercy comes.
Cursed fiends will face their fate,
No escape from cruel hate.
Orc will fall or run away,
The Earth itself now shakes and sways.
A greater shame none can devise,
But retribution will arise —
A vengeance dark and fierce and dire,
To burn the fiends in hellish fire.
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Orcs strike hard, but death is near —
Hell’s revenge will soon appear.
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The Future
The doubles will be done away —
No trial waits to have its say...
That Kremlin madman won’t escape,
His empty lies won’t seal his fate.
The lesser hacks will change their coats,
When time comes, they’ll play new roles.
But all the nonsense, shame, and lies
Will fade away, no more disguise.
No renaissance will light the skies —
A grave sin waits; no grand surprise.
A long, slow decline will drag,
In common words: a stagnant plague.
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Doubles gone, no court, no dance —
Stagnation seals the chance.
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Discard and Recast
Overlay,
Discard —
That means a
Recast hard.
All that glitches —
Overlay,
Feeds decay,
Leads astray.
Truth thrown out —
Discard’s call,
To noisy fools,
Recast for all.
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Discard lies, recast the noise —
Truth crushed under falsehood’s ploys.
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The Tempters
“Lead us not into temptation...”
A prayer’s line — a supplication.
The Pope’s the devil’s envoy here,
Look closely at the chamber near.
Fools and knaves hold council’s seat,
While people choke on lies and deceit.
Satanism bursts wide and bold,
Yet souls in slaves’ chains are sold.
The devil’s messenger, they say,
The Pope serves darkness day by day.
To serve and sell their honor cheap,
Their conscience lost in shadows deep.
Satan tempts in prayer’s own fold,
Corrupts the soul, the spirit cold.
A global madhouse of beliefs —
Chains for minds and soul’s relief.
Satan reigns, the tempter king,
Darkening reason’s fragile spring.
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Pope, the devil’s chief recruiter —
Tempts in prayer, enslaves the future.
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The Answer
Forget the Light,
Pull blinders tight,
Play your mad games —
Golf or cricket’s flights...
But if you lack
A sober ground,
A mind that’s clear,
No evil bound,
Then hear this truth,
No sweet regret:
“Send hell’s own dogs
Your cold regard, forget.”
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No light, no sense —
Just devil’s fence.
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Abominations
Freaks, *******, clueless drones —
Traitors, fools, and broken bones.
Sheep so dumb, like plugs they stand,
Rot of Satan rules the land.
Minds are lost, souls sold and drained,
Books corrupted, poison gained.
Only **** now rise above —
A cesspool choking out all love.
Killing Mind and Spirit’s fire,
So few remain to lift us higher.
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Freaks and fiends control the show —
Minds destroyed, the soul’s death blow.
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The Slave’s Collar
Slave collars come in every size and hue,
Without one, your fate’s a pipe you’ll rue.
For you alone must answer all —
The weight of fascism’s twisted thrall.
It justifies the darkest crime,
And cloaks forgetfulness in rhyme.
Slave collars—essence of the night,
Shame, delusion, stench, and fright.
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Slave’s collar tight and grim,
Chains the soul, the light grows dim.
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Trakhemundia
“Unmatched” Trakhemundia,
A bond plus bond so grim,
The fiercest weapon forged to hit —
It knocks the slave’s hope dim.
Looted, poisoned, stripped and lied,
By filth and “media” defamed.
Brothers turned to foes in stride,
Dreams of West, yet souls untamed.
Few remain, their minds controlled,
Fierce propaganda, fascist grip.
Slaves are dumb, their spirits sold —
This is modern Rashism’s script.
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Trakhemundia’s deadly chain,
Slaves crushed under ruthless reign.
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Drug Control
Drug control —
A brazen troll
Puffs cheeks for fools to buy the lie.
Never trust
Those fiends, they ******
A poison that will **** you sly.
Drugs do **** —
So watch them still,
This weapon serves the regime’s will.
Rumors spread, the gangsters rule?
Spies and agents play the fool.
But fools believe these wicked games —
It’s what those monsters always claim.
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Drug control’s a troll’s deceit —
Fools fall for lies they repeat.
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Not Quite Proper...
Collecting “facts”
To learn to think
Is not always quite the link.
Fiends lie shameless, tactless too,
To twist their nonsense — better none for you.
Memory overloaded, kids spaced out,
Talent crushed beneath the doubt.
Degradation spreads so wide:
School and propaganda side by side —
Tools designed to **** the mind.
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Facts piled high, but minds degrade —
Schools and lies **** thought’s parade.
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Kashchey’s Immortal Border
The border’s locked,
The key inside a bag,
Tied tight in a sturdy snag.
That bag hangs far away —
On a hook ******* high to stay,
Up in the attic’s grim retreat,
In a stinking tavern’s heat,
In Kashchey’s dead-end place,
Inside a locked-up space.
To reach it, ha! not light or quick —
You’d need an armored trick,
Like scenes from battle flicks.
But all’s a lie — no country’s there,
No end to wars they’d never dare,
When sons betrayed with cold despair —
Only dreams remain to bear...
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Key’s locked high in stinking lair —
No free land left, just cold despair.
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Mad World
Foolstan, Dumbland’s reign,
Schizobaska, Stupidplain,
Paranovia, Beastland’s chain,
Imbecilgon, Betrayband’s stain.
A mad world where nations fake,
Genocide laws that never break.
The first is stupid — stuck we stand,
Pushed aside in cursed land.
Remnants of honor, conscience thin,
Talent crushed, and truth worn thin.
No revenge is crueler done,
Than ruling here by meek and dumb.
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Mad world ruled by fools and slaves —
Truth buried deep in shallow graves.
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A Sluggish Mechanistic Sabbath
A mechanized clown
Grew bold, amassed his might,
Yet knows not who he is —
Asked no one’s insight.
He staged a wild sabbath
Disguised as “progress” bright,
All for “new” foundations
And... “his” selfish right.
This interest’s tangled deep —
A spring’s dark, twisted bind,
Built into the mechanism,
By horned beast’s wicked mind.
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Clown machine, blind and vile,
Progress masked with guile.
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Evergreen Idiocy
The trough is covered —
Drink fear and lies,
Conscience worn away,
Doubt hidden, disguised.
Lie and feed,
Till bellies burst wide.
The end is near —
Idiots have tired
Even Nature’s soul —
Cataclysms loom,
Fascism’s global toll
Ends only this doom.
Yet idiocy’s seed
Will sprout again, indeed...
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Troughs brim with lies and fear,
Nature’s end draws near.
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The Zombie Box
The filthy box of zombied lies
Drives us all to quick demise,
Spreading pain and wounds inside,
Turning souls to rot and hide.
Few are spared this plague of fools —
Stupidity reigns as rules.
Propaganda’s wicked sting
Builds a madhouse ‘round everything.
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Zombie box spews venom deep —
Turning minds to hollow sheep.
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A Trip to Traumatology
I went "among the folk" —
Ended in the ward:
Madness reigns, no joke,
Sanity ignored.
To describe that filth —
Too grim, too base.
Who cares? The guilt—
A shameful disgrace.
Won’t go "among the folk" again soon —
Like a freak, I’ll hide in my room.
From there I’ll howl,
And bark my pain,
To purge the foul
And ease the strain.
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Into madness thrown —
Folk no more my own.
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Get the Hell Out
Annunaki —
Get the hell out!
Like all the vile crowd about.
Stick your Hell’s lies
Right where it fries.
We are the people, strong and proud.
This Earth belongs to us alone,
Not to your poison, cold as stone —
Lies like fake AIDS, CowID’s plague,
Division, war, and mind’s vague plague.
Take your venom deep inside,
You deserve only Darkness’ tide,
Hell’s own slime where you reside.
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Annunaki, off and gone!
Hell’s lies shoved where pain is drawn.
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The Overseer
The Overseer from the “sky,”
Below — the Law of Dark,
Bread and circus, all a lie,
A rotten, putrid mark.
Sacrifices made each day —
Just to dwell in Hell’s decay.
Souls decay, the mind corrodes,
Lies mocked under twisted codes.
The Overseer of Hell's domain —
No others here remain.
A dark swarm of bought-out fiends,
Nearly all are sick, it seems.
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Hell’s Overseer rules above,
Darkness cloaked in lies, no love.
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The Exorcism of Demons
Exorcism of demons — CowID’s core,
Once Inquisition ruled before,
Now fascist **** in vile reprise,
Fake tests serve their dark disguise.
The herd obedient marches blind,
No thought remains, left far behind.
Their minds replaced by creature’s cries —
Only the zombie box supplies.
Don’t talk to me of wise and bright,
Nine out of ten are dull and trite.
They feed the fiends, a cursed lot,
And fools are now the norm forgot.
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Demons exiled, CowID’s lie,
Fascist **** that won’t deny.
Fools march blind to their own doom —
Zombie box commands the room.
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Rotten Tuxas
Rotten Tuxas rules us all —
(Just hiss that word, a guttural call!)
And soon will strip from us our mind,
No Thought, no Art — just gut confined.
Only digestion left to feel,
That’s the grim, dull, rotten deal.
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Transcendence
Meanings… they lose all sense.
Their loss brings new intents.
Even pure thoughts may arise —
But thought’s collapse won’t disguise.
