Cycle Zero
Zombies, zombies, they're swarming the land—
Once were fools, now they rot where they stand.
Still they breathe, but they're dead on demand.
Satan needs no such wrecks in his plan.
Once, the goal was to dumb us all down,
Strip our honor, and paint shame a clown—
But not **** every soul in the town.
Now they’ve snapped. Let it burn, let it drown.
Then the twist—and the final attack.
Once, they’d jail you for fighting them back.
But when God’s long been shoved off the track,
It’s the Camp now. And devils don’t slack...
They will torch the whole Camp in the end,
Useless ****, no more need to pretend.
He who kept his soul whole—he’ll ascend:
Zero cycle—then Hell, or transcend.
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Tao of Hell
“Pursuing knowledge, you gain each day.
Pursuing Tao, you lose each day.”
— Laozi, 6th century BCE
Follow the “teaching”?
You’ll lose the light.
Dogma’s preaching
Breeds mental blight.
Lie-soaked schooling—
Rot of the head.
Shed such fooling—
You're less brain-dead.
Follow the Tao—
You lose the lie.
Mao and ******
Still terrify,
Not by action—
But by deceit.
Each small tyrant
Marches repeat:
Wretched leader,
"Chosen" fraud,
Fakes a future—
Draped in God.
Each new farce
Is dressed as fate,
Dragging mankind
To decay's new gate.
From their “magazine”
They load the next:
One more puppet
Pre-approved text.
Orders carried,
Soul dismissed—
Gasless death
Through rotting mist.
Reason withers,
Honor’s gone.
Only Tao
Leads you on.
Tao dissolves
Your deepest dread.
While their teachings
Rot the head.
You will lose
Much, perhaps all—
Godlike status?
Hell’s grandest thrall.
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“Sacred” Ruscists
Drop a bomb on a theatre in Mariupol—
**** the mothers and children inside?
What demonic descent, what a fascist black hole!
Is this your “tradition”? Blood as your guide?
Bound in a pact — not of soul, but of slaughter,
Of betrayal in circles, of filth, and of shame.
Endurance of evil, now passed like a doctrine,
Kills more than the plague, with survival its name.
The plague may ****, but not **** the spirit.
Yet soulless are those who infest the screen—
Breeding monsters for those who revere it,
In a fever of lies, where no truth can be seen.
And all is burned in this vile intoxication—
Honor, reason — consumed in the flood.
Now the face of the Beast, in your sacred foundation,
Is peeking straight out of the “bonds” sealed with blood...
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Epilogue of World History
"The more knowledge, the more ignorance."
— Buddhist saying
The more you “know,” the less you see—
Each day, the lie expands its reign.
Falsehood passed on endlessly—
Only Heart-Fire breaks the chain.
Light that burns within the chest—
Let it guide you through their bile.
Though the beasts may lie and jest,
Don’t salute their wretched style.
They’ll adorn filth with sweet names—
This world’s a hall of twisted glass.
The fouler something, the louder the praise—
Together they cheer for the demon class.
This is the reign of rage and gloom,
Of global fascism wrapped in lore.
Each little tyrant speaks like “doom”—
Fake “sciences” pollute the core.
The Spirit's gone from every scroll,
Erased from schools, from book and law.
Now herds of fools play their role—
Sheared and fed to the Beast’s raw maw.
Transcendence is the only Real—
What we see’s a narrow band.
This Inferno can't reveal
What no mind can understand.
Raise your doubt, and sharpen thought—
Cut through fear and break the curse.
The Lie’s great cycle leaves them caught,
Trembling in a world far worse.
For fear will bar the path ahead—
And that path is steep and stark.
The world, beneath this rule of dread,
Breeds only horror, filth, and dark.
Their “knowledge” reeks—it’s built on fraud.
Deceit is in its very root.
Believe in Evil? Then your soul
Is dead. And that’s their final loot.
In the Epilogue, only Spirit
Must be master of your breath—
Or you'll fly, a dung-fed insect,
To a New Hell. To feast on death.
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Self-Devouring
Self-devouring is salvation
From this world of rot and rust.
You’ve inhaled its degradation
Like a gas, since birth — and trust.
Drop your guard — and satisfaction
Creeps into your bloated soul.
But from such high self-attraction
All the filth escapes control.
Once the howling of the creatures
Fades into the distant hum,
You become — in mind and features —
Just another drooling dumb.
Turn your gaze — and see the pattern:
Fascism has gripped the globe.
Cycles of the Beast, though tattered,
Hide beneath a priestly robe.
******, Stalin, Mao — shadows
Of the horrors still at play.
Grotesque masks for deeper madness
That engulfs the world today.
Covid-show and war infernal
In Ukraine — the signs are set.
There is no escape, eternal:
This world’s lunacy means death.
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Gone with the Stench
Blown by the “winds” of daily grind,
You forget what truth is worth.
Yet the truth is clear: remind
Yourself — bring light, or drown in earth.
That “wind” is murk, that constant haze—
It veils the world in false delight.
Men grow lost in crooked ways,
Enslaved to Evil’s silent might.
Lies and filth in full control,
They’ve swallowed Earth with no remorse.
There’s no hope, no higher goal—
Evil gallops, full of force.
Blown by winds of numb existence,
You forget the face of Sin:
Sin — when slugs of dull persistence
Are the “winners” bred to win.
Traitors, actors, soulless creatures—
TV-prophets filled with bile.
All of them, with twisted features,
Preach their madness with a smile.
If he governs — he’s a traitor.
If he rules — then he’s a ghoul.
Every “leader” now is greater
Only in the septic pool.
Blown to rot and foul decay,
They turned the world into a pit.
Shall I clean it with a verse-play?
No — that waste just grows and spits.
Toxic clouds from every screen
Fall like rain in autumn gloom.
Only one hope still is gleaming—
A hurricane begins to loom.
Let it come — and cleanse the land
Like Katrina tore through lies.
Till then breathe this hellish brand,
“Citizen” of fake-state skies.
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Chukchi in a Tent, Babbling Sense
The Chukchi in his arctic tent—
He’s the “nerd” who won’t relent,
Digging through the Beast’s disguise
In this fascist world of lies.
When he’s out with Earth and snow,
Truths within begin to grow—
Not so “smart” by scholar rank,
But his soul stays clear and frank.
If he bears the inner Flame—
Not like minds that play the game,
Bending low beneath the yoke
Just to chew their bunker’s smoke—
Then the Chukchi stands above.
While the "botanist" speaks of
Borrowed words from fake "research,"
Crowned in jargon, lost in church.
No Fire in his hollow chest—
In forgetfulness he rests.
Think all day, but miss the Light—
You're still rolling in the night.
Thoughts can't touch that final gleam
If the Spirit’s not supreme.
If your mind takes up the throne—
You're a slave in flesh and bone.
Only balance can redeem:
Spirit — master. Thought — the stream.
Then the Soul may rise and be
Freed from fate and slavery.
You won’t grasp the higher rays
If the Spirit’s not your blaze.
Else you babble, lost and grim,
Joining Satan's shadowed whim.
Devils hide in lab and church—
Priest and surgeon on the perch.
Filthy world in toxic bloom
Spreads its lies from every room.
No tomorrow lies ahead—
All will burn in what comes next:
For they cherished lies and dread,
Till their minds were full of hexed… fascistic text.
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Master of Sleep
Be a master of sleep — for true art to ignite,
The soul must rest when it's weary and worn.
But don’t let guilt steal your inner light,
Or even small troubles will feel like a storm.
Go running — it helps. Or embrace your defeat:
When all hope is gone, just lie down and rest.
Throw out routines that repeat and repeat—
They poison your nights and silence your best.
Don’t panic if sleep didn’t come overnight.
You’ll catch up in time — it’s a pendulum’s spin.
Let it swing freely, then slow, then alight—
It resets itself, if your spirit within
Stays clear and alive. Drop the pills and the brew—
No help in that trap; deception supreme.
This garbage can wreck what is vital in you.
Treat sleep like a river, not like a regime.
Obsessive thoughts are the killers of rest—
Learn how to calm them, unhook from their snare.
Let Spirit be captain — and mind just a guest—
Then you’ll find the strength both to dream and to dare.
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1.
Master your sleep — let spirit lead,
Mind serves the soul; that’s all you need.
2.
Rest your worn-out soul, don’t fight—
Sleep will come, and bring your light.
3.
Drop the pills, drop the stress,
Calm your mind, find your rest.
4.
Spirit’s guide and mind’s in check—
That’s the way to earn respect.
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So-Called Zen
The sound of one palm’s single clap...
To die yet live—that’s the path.
Be like a pony when horses
Slip in soap’s deceptive bath.
**** your Buddha, yet still revere
Like a god the truth inside.
Go INWARD—there all answers near—
But **** your parents—set them aside.
Figuratively. They have bound
Your soul in chains of slavery.
If life’s no life—disgrace profound—
Then die, or else break free.
This is Alchemy’s sharp art:
Seek moments when the Fire
Becomes a blazing, burning heart—
Don’t touch the world’s foul mire.
The world’s **** towers like Everest—
It swallowed all that’s pure.
Leap down that cliff—it’s your only quest—
Death alive will be your cure.
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1.
**** your Buddha, **** your past—
Only then will freedom last.
2.
One palm claps — life and death blend.
Break your chains, or meet your end.
3.
Fire bright — don’t touch the ****.
Only death alive can quit.
4.
Parents bind your soul in chains.
Cut the ties — embrace the flames.
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Goodies and Fools
Get slammed full force,
Thrown down in this Hell...
Someone “breathes free”? —
Just a busted shell.
But he’s not breathing,
Dead inside and stark.
Lies pile to the ceiling —
Fools love the dark.
They fall for “goodies” —
Lost in the trap.
To “live” with fools —
Hell’s endless scrap.
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1.
Breathing free? Just a fake —
Dead man’s breath, a hollow quake.
2.
Lies stack high, fools cheer loud,
Lost in hell, proud in the crowd.
3.
Goodies trap, fools fall deep,
Living with fools? Hell to keep.
4.
In this hell, none breathe right—
Fools thrive only in the night.
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1.
Breath of fools — a rotting lie,
Dead inside, just death’s supply.
2.
Lies flood in — fools drown and choke,
Hell’s own spawn, a cursed folk.
3.
Goodies poison, fools decay,
Living here means soul’s decay.
4.
Fools breathe filth, wear death’s crown,
In this hell, all kings go down.
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1.
Fools breathe lies — death’s disguise.
2.
Goodies **** — fools stand still.
3.
Hell’s crowd — dumb and loud.
4.
Rot within — no way to win.
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Before the Dive...
Just a little’s left—
Hold on, endure.
Cast aside regret—
Sleepless nights endure.
But finish your task,
Then dive with grace:
From the cliff, unmasked,
Fly light through space.
The skill to fall—
Is flying’s start!
Leave the world of gall—
And sing your heart.
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1.
Hold on tight, the dive is near—
Fall with skill, abandon fear.
2.
Finish the fight, then soar and sing—
From darkness rise on silent wing.
3.
To fall is flight in shadow’s dance—
Leave the world, embrace your chance.
4.
Last step down, but soul takes flight—
Beyond the edge, into the light.
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Smothered and Covered...
Not smeared with honey —
Only smeared with ****.
Filth and foul chaos
Have taken the wit.
So there’s nothing
For you to fear:
Part with this “life” —
Like a guard on your ear.
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1.
No honey here — just pure filth.
Fear nothing — life’s a jailer’s kilt.
2.
Smeared in ****, no sweet disguise.
Part with life — no need for lies.
3.
Filth rules all, the mind’s undone.
Life’s a guard—escape, just run.
4.
No fear now — just break the chain.
Life’s a guard who brings you pain.
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1.
Honey’s gone — **** reigns here.
Fear’s a joke — shed the fear.
2.
Smothered in filth, no sweet plea.
Break the leash — set yourself free.
3.
Life’s a guard, a choking noose.
Cut it loose — reclaim your juice.
4.
Filth and fear — chains you wear.
Rip them off — breathe fresh air.
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Counting Out the ****
There’s a traitor, there’s a fool,
A mad quack doctor on the loose,
A lickspittle for fascist rule,
A dumb and ugly caboose.
There’s a teacher who will teach
Children lies and slavery’s chain;
A cop who’ll lock you out of reach,
No cause needed—just disdain.
There’s a bureaucrat who’s keen
To steal and follow every call—
Send all fools to camps unseen,
No mercy, just the fall.
Then propaganda’s eagle—
Top pillar of the regime.
He cages all in his lethal eagle,
The tyrant of the screaming stream.
And you? You’re nowhere here—
Doomed, erased, a lost refrain.
Lies have flooded, drowned in fear—
Fed to fools who shout in vain.
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1.
Traitors, fools, and madmen breed,
Lock us up for their foul greed.
2.
Teachers lie, cops drag chains,
All to feed the fascist reign.
3.
Bureaucrats steal, send to hell,
Propaganda’s iron shell.
4.
You’re erased, lost in the flood—
Fools drown deep in lies and mud.
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1.
Traitor, fool, madman’s game—
Lock and chain, feed the flame.
2.
Lies teach, cops enslave—
Fascist ****, none to save.
3.
Stealers rule, truth’s erased—
Propaganda’s poisoned taste.
4.
You’re gone — lost in the mess—
Fools drown deep in emptiness.
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1.
Traitors rule. Fools obey.
Truth is dead. Fade away.
2.
Chains tighten. Minds decay.
Hope is lost. No more day.
3.
Lies spread. Silence screams.
World burns in poisoned dreams.
4.
You’re erased. Nothing’s left.
Life’s a lie. Soul’s theft.
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The Land of Losharia
The land of Losharia,
Half a hemisphere’s shame,
Long ago polluted by itself—
Then united in blame,
Gathered strength like poison spread,
Now it flows like **** in streams.
A single herd, one beastly mass—
A world order of broken dreams.
Enemies? The clever kind.
This mad world will **** you dead,
If you dare to keep your mind—
And walk a sane path instead.
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1.
Losharian land — a stinking herd,
Where brains are foes, and lies are heard.
2.
Half a world, all full of ****,
Think with sense? You won’t fit.
3.
One beast herd, united shame,
Mind’s the enemy in this game.
4.
Clever ones will never thrive,
In Losharian’s deadly hive.
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Brainwashing
Filth keeps rinsing minds
Of fools, the weak and blind,
So simpletons will fall
Into nets that bind—
Be it wars or fake plagues,
False viruses’ dread.
They deserve nothing more
If they lack their head.
Chronic fools can’t be saved,
No strength should you waste.
This Night is dark fascism,
Soon swallowing all in haste.
The reign of ******’s crown,
The world’s forgetful haze.
So wise must unite strong—
Mad slaves won’t be raised.
The fight will be long,
No way back remains.
And through this bitter war,
The vile fiend wanes—
The vile fiend fascism,
Enemy of all souls,
Root of ******’s scourge,
Shame of final tolls.
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1.
Filth brainwashes fools,
Traps the weak and cruel.
2.
Fascism’s dark night,
Kills the last of light.
3.
No help for the mad,
Fight hard, strike bad.
4.
Vile fiend will fall,
******’s shame for all.
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Monument
“I’ve raised a monument not made by hands...”
— Pushkin, 1836
I couldn’t care less for that sickly stone,
Though hundreds of fine verses have been writ.
What matters most — to break the lying throne,
The base of all the chains that tightly fit.
This world will vanish soon — no place for Lyre
In madhouse chaos, not the old refrain.
Now comics fill the toilets, lies conspire,
Fascist filth feeds poison to the brain.
And Lyre deserves no less than war and fight —
No love remains, and friendship’s but a jest.
Here only madness rules, no past delight,
Betrayal’s work, and spies infect the rest.
No spy? Then servant to the fascist ****.
If fool — unaware of chains that bind.
The time has come for collapse, for numb,
Fascism turns the masses into mindless kind.
Only Fire will sweep this filth away—
Sunrise bloodied at the start of dawn.
The poet’s task: to dare and to betray,
Expose, destroy, bend fools until they’re gone.
The only monument to fighters stands—
Victory crowned, not selfish pride or show.
No place in Hell for idle hands,
If slavery’s long shadow won’t let go.
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1.
Monument? I spit on stone,
Truth must break the lying throne.
2.
Madness rules, no love remains,
Fools are bound in fascist chains.
3.
Only Fire can cleanse this filth—
Victory’s crown for those with will.
4.
Poet’s task: expose and fight,
Bend the fools, ignite the light.
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Monument to the Rat
Rats search far more than men, it’s clear,
Fleeing warm, stinky nests for mazes of fear.
They don’t destroy their own for quirks or strange signs,
While humans have psych wards and far crueler designs.
How twisted the torture on humans for years,
That rats now outpace them in seeking frontiers!
Let’s raise a monument to the rat—
A titan of intellect, where humans fall flat.
For men obey orders—bosses, kings, or clan,
While rats break free, the true searchers of man.
A half-man hides in a filthy den,
Waiting for sweets, fearing the pen.
“Happiness” trapped in a cage of despair—
While fools above mock and strip all bare.
A brute keeps us dumb, tight on a chain,
Humans aren’t servants but meals for the brain.
Feeding on fear, filth, and spite,
Vile creatures grow stronger by fueling the blight.
Madness spreads in this animal herd,
And sane minds are crushed, unheard.
Like bees they vanish, the wise disappear—
Nothing left to seek, just genocide’s sneer.
A hellish brew of violence and lies,
Where intelligence in animals rise.
But soon the maze will shatter and fall—
This filthy world will end for all,
When only animal imprints remain—
Worshipped fools, mindless and plain.
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1.
Rats search far, men stay blind,
Stuck in lies, cruelly confined.
2.
Half-men hide in filthy dens,
Waiting for sweets, not pens.
3.
Brutes keep us dumb and chained,
Feeding fear, minds drained.
4.
Wise vanish like bees at dusk,
Leaving hell’s dark, poisoned husk.
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Zombies
Half-wit zombies line the ****,
No longer men, just lumps of ill.
Ruled by fascist filth and ****,
Their souls already cold and numb.
They’re to blame, these fools, no doubt,
For letting **** oppress and shout,
For letting demons feed their greed,
And **** the soul, the vital seed.
If from youth they chose not to think,
To shirk the fight, avoid the brink,
The herd’s sum is just a crowd—
Fascist pawns, obedient, proud.
This herd’s controlled with easy grip,
A sheep as wolf in dictatorship.
The world is ruled by fascist rod,
Whose only skill’s in brutal nod.
These zombies sweep away the last,
Of humans burning fierce and fast,
Resisting devils’ dark command,
Their fight reduced to fading sand.
Horror films have lost their grip,
Reality’s nightmare now the script.
In fascist hordes the ******’s brewed,
With countless wicked acts renewed.
But Super Death stands in this hell—
The Sun’s bright fire will burn and quell.
It marks the end for fascist slime,
And life will start anew in time.
But without us—no exam passed—
In spirit, honor, strength surpassed.
If fools and brutes hold endless reign,
We perish all—mind’s bitter pain.
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1.
Half-wit zombies, fascist slaves,
Marching blind into their graves.
2.
Souls killed off, minds turned to dust,
Fascist **** rules through mistrust.
3.
Humans fight, the zombies fall,
Sun will burn and purge them all.
4.
Failed the test of spirit, mind—
Fools condemned, left far behind.
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1.
Zombies march —
Brains starve, hearts parch.
2.
Fascist filth —
Soul’s death kilt.
3.
Sun burns all —
Fools will fall.
4.
Spirit lost —
Pay the cost.
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Poisoned Like Rats
They poison us like rats in *****’s wards,
This world they call the Earth’s domain.
Tainted waters flood the seas and fjords,
Pesticides fight not the rot, but gain.
They target humans — dull, obedient, weak,
Half are broken, sick from early days.
The poisoned water, food with preservatives bleak,
This vile **** wages war in hidden ways.
The facts are clear — the fools increase,
Not from TNT, but chemical chains.
A deadly silent war won’t cease,
Where fake plagues spread to cause more pains.
Fake tests assign the needed score,
A perfect way for fiends to scare.
Chemtrails, false cleanses add to the gore,
This inhuman plague rules despair.
Till we **** off this cursed breed,
No freedom here will ever grow.
They spin their lies and poison seed,
But soon revenge will overthrow!
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1.
Poisoned rats in *****’s lair,
Toxic lies fill poisoned air.
2.
Weak and dumb, they fall in line,
Slaves to plagues and poisoned brine.
3.
Fake tests, chemtrails, fear’s cold grip,
Inhuman ****—death’s fellowship.
4.
**** the breed, reclaim the day,
Freedom’s fire will burn decay.
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1.
Rats poisoned, lies spread.
2.
Weak minds, puppets fed.
3.
Fake plagues, fear’s reign.
4.
**** ****, break chains.
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Methodology
Each ******* here has
Their own methodology.
The method’s simple—
Keep your post, no apology.
Each sentry’s cracked in mind,
Serving evil’s vile goat.
It’s time to send that filth away,
And build a world that’s woke.
Create new tribes and bonds,
Don’t let deceit and whip
Turn all to cattle once again—
That’s the tyrants’ script.
Only cattle obey,
So any freak will breed
A genocide if minds are asleep,
While reason takes no heed.
The wise must grasp once more,
That only unity can save,
To break the chains, to find the door,
And rise above the grave.
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1.
Dumb fools cling to posts,
Serving evil’s ghosts.
2.
Cattle obey the whip,
Brains asleep — world’s slip.
3.
Send the filth away,
Build a brighter day.
4.
Only unity saves,
Break the chains, be brave.
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Weariness
When weariness creeps close and near,
And nothing more seems left to find,
Rest just a little, calm your fear,
Then plan how to defeat mankind’s bind.
How to beat the fiends who bind the world—
Those fascist maniacs insane,
Whose chains have made the globe unfurled,
Turning life to a deadly game.
Foolish are those who seek in vain—
Like needles lost within the dirt.
These fascist scums now **** with no shame,
And spread their poison, lies, and hurt.
Don’t drown in art or science vain,
When mind and heart are prisoners held.
Don’t strive to justify the pain—
The fascist thief will reign, expelled.
Save all your strength and fury bright
For battle fierce to break the chain.
Or you become a puppet tight,
A slave’s fate sealed in endless pain.
Work and fight—that’s soul’s salvation,
In this hell, that’s all we own.
We answer to the Highest station:
Don’t fight—then you’re truly alone.
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1.
Weariness creeps, don’t resign—
Fight or fade, the soul’s last line.
2.
Chains are strong, but fight is stronger,
Yield to fear? You’re lost no longer.
3.
Save your strength, resist the thief,
Only fight can bring relief.
4.
No rest for those who seek the light—
Or perish swallowed by the night.
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1.
Tired? Fight!
No retreat.
2.
Chains bind —
Break mind.
3.
Save strength —
**** length.
4.
No rest —
Fight best.
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Honesty
Only honesty remains —
There’s nothing left to gain.
Forget fame’s empty lies,
And money’s cursed disguise.
The **** of dull, dead worlds,
Where genocide’s flag unfurls.
The Lyre’s voice has long gone cold,
The spirit from Clio’s told.
Together we watch time decay,
Earth turning to a den of shame.
A brothel of madness, lost and vile,
A hell of half-men’s cruel guile.
No jokes remain — just bones to gather,
For tombs and monuments to lather.
Vereshchagin’s eyes would blind today,
Painting ugly’s grim display.
The apotheosis of deform,
Where lies and ******* scorn transform.
Madness rising in endless tide—
Truth and reason cast aside.
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1.
Only honesty remains,
While lies and madness reigns.
2.
Earth’s a den of shame and pain,
Bones and ruins are our gain.
3.
Fame and money? Nothing there—
Just a world beyond repair.
4.
Truth is gone, the spirit’s dead,
Madness floods where reason fled.
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1.
Truth dies —
Lies rise.
2.
Madness rules —
Soul fools.
3.
Bones pile —
World’s bile.
4.
Fight back —
Or crack.
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Dog Races
“The world of dogs with bloodshot eyes,
Their frozen muzzles’ cruel disguise,
Where every one to bursting fills
Their pride in playing doglike roles.”
— Varlam Shalamov, 1966
This life’s a race for dogs to run,
The soul’s the stake, though chained, undone.
Be fast — or lose it all at once,
Yet you don’t know — in fog you bounce.
This fog’s a dream, a nightmare’s veil,
The one harsh dream on which we sail.
Awake amid the frantic race —
They’ll trample you without a trace.
When you awaken, you won’t run,
But watch the Hell where you’ve been spun.
There since old times you’ve dwelled asleep,
Where soul-killing’s law runs deep.
Only awake — your soul to save,
Though in this “world” you might not brave.
The price is steep, but freedom’s near —
Escape the dog race’s bitter sphere.
For Spirit’s all; the rest decays.
It’s time to break these filthy chains,
To strive for heights of Spirit pure.
Awake at last — rise strong, endure!
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1.
Life’s a dog race, soul the prize,
Run too slow — your spirit dies.
2.
Trapped in Hell, asleep, confined,
Wake or perish — break the mind.
3.
Spirit’s key, all else decays,
Rise up now, end dogged days.
4.
Race ends only when you wake,
Or be crushed for freedom’s sake.
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1.
Wake or rot.
Soul’s your shot.
2.
Dogs run —
Spirit won.
3.
Break chains —
End pains.
4.
Fight blind,
Fall behind.
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Instead of a Heart
"We’re born to make the fairy tale come true,
To break through space and vastness’ view,
Reason gave us wings of iron might,
But instead of heart—a burning light."
— Pavel German, "Aviators’ March," 1923
No Heart remains — just half-dead motor,
Hell’s door wide open for the fool or crook.
If you steal moments of conscious life,
You shape a madhouse of dumb swine’s strife.
No place in Bedlam for soul’s pure flight,
Just fools on fools, piled deep in blight.
This filth we call “life” — a brutal curse,
Madness boundless, only getting worse.
This all will echo — Hell’s abyss,
Where all will bow and cease to exist.
Fascism’s threshold stands at our gate,
Fake virus launched to seal our fate.
To crush the last of Spirit’s flame,
Honor, reason—wipe the name.
To make us dung flies on manure heaps,
Swarming in darkness, death that creeps.
But those vile fiends will choke in their own waste,
We won’t allow Hell’s shadow to be traced.
We’ll hold our minds — refuse to fall,
And stand as one against that all.
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1.
No heart — just rust,
Fools feed on dust.
2.
Steal your mind,
Hell you’ll find.
3.
Fascist lies,
Spirit dies.
4.
We’ll not fall,
Stand tall, all.
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Play Dead
We’ve all played dead... the zombie box,
Zombies rise from graves in flocks.
This Hell is real — no mere disguise —
Decay of Spirit, Mind, and Might.
Manipulation rules the game,
A sport in this madhouse’s name.
A race to be the quickest stump,
The one condemned to final dump.
That stump, doomed soon to be uprooted,
Where healing means the soul’s polluted —
By poisoned needles, death’s embrace,
The priority’s to erase.
Now only lies as vast as Everest
Are heard aloud, the brutal test.
This is a killing of the soul,
The world’s a congress of the fools.
Few are the wise, the spirits rare,
In Bedlam’s halls, nonsense fills the air.
Idiots here stack up like kings,
While madness flies on broken wings.
But Bedlam’s time is at an end —
Nature’s verdict will descend.
Soon this madness falls to the pit,
With fascism’s vile, rotten grit.
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1.
Zombies rise,
Truth dies.
2.
Hell’s real here —
Mind and soul disappear.
3.
Fools run wild,
Spirit defiled.
4.
Bedlam falls,
Freedom calls.
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1.
Break chains!
End pains!
2.
Wake up!
Burn up!
3.
No fear!
Stand clear!
4.
Fight back!
Attack!
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The Sheepish Virus Song
Where the sheepish virus spreads,
No more doctors stand their ground:
The executioner caste
Takes the bodies all around.
Where the sheepish virus lives,
Few remain with human minds.
Between them grows a fence —
Dumb stumps of hollow kinds.
Where the sheepish virus rules,
Brains are blasted to the core.
Their thinking’s torn away,
Till they’re fools forevermore.
Where that sheepish virus thrives,
Fascism stands supreme.
It cuts the peoples down
With poisons and vile schemes.
Where the sheepish virus reigns,
No wisdom can be found.
Lies tower like Everest,
And filth piles all around.
Where the sheepish virus spreads,
There’s nothing but pure waste.
Only fascist corpses’ fall
Will cleanse this poisoned place.
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1.
Sheep virus spreads,
Truth drops dead.
2.
No doctors here,
Only fascist fear.
3.
Brains crushed down,
Fools wear the crown.
4.
Fascism’s rise,
Lies fill the skies.
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1.
Sheep die —
Truth won’t lie!
2.
Virus kills —
Fascist thrills.
3.
Fools fall —
Break the wall!
4.
Rise strong —
Fight wrong!
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Train to Hell
“Everything foretold is coming true.
The train to heaven leaves — a joyful ride!
Oh, how we wish, how all of us do,
Not to die, but simply to sleep inside.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1973
Each one already holds a ticket to Hell,
The train waits on the platform — no delay.
Its departure’s set — a long, dark spell,
Where souls will suffer many a day.
For letting them deceive our minds,
For Spirit’s betrayal, time and again,
For killing with false sickness signs,
For dullness’ curse — decay and stain.
That train was built by our own hands,
For most of us were fools outright,
And many like dumb beasts still stand,
In madhouse ranks, where rudeness bites.
The wretched non-humans act as guards,
Injecting beasts with poison’s sting,
To thin the ranks that leave the yards,
And slip through gates to Tartarus’ ring.
All that’s left — to blow the train apart,
Send all to light unburdened, free.
And there to answer for your heart,
For shame endured so endlessly.
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1.
Ticket to Hell —
You bought it well!
2.
Train’s at the gate,
No chance, no wait.
3.
Spirit betrayed,
In darkness laid.
4.
Blow it up —
No time to sup!
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At War
I'm always at war — remember that well.
This war has raged for countless years.
Its core is to make the Spirit forget its spell,
The tactic — to forge fools and feed their fears.
For only a fool endures this vile disgrace,
And only a ****** finds hell to be sweet.
But wisdom will dare and boldly embrace
The Spirit’s command — it cannot be beat.
The enemy’s one — foul, inhuman breed,
Who made you a slave with sword and lies.
Their crimes and chaos no mind can heed —
Now they want all men to be their cattle, despised.
Only a world built free and apart
Can stop these schemes that invade our souls.
Communities born to multiply heart,
With barter and trade — no money controls.
And only the fight will save your soul here —
Ignore the fools and their noise that distracts.
Don’t listen to idiots — they’re dead, unclear,
No saving left in their hollow acts.
If we do not unite today,
This stinking hell will only grow.
Then into beasts we’ll surely decay —
Marked forever by Cain’s dark shadow.
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At War
War’s been here for endless years,
Spirit crushed beneath the lies.
Fools endure, but wisdom steers —
Fight or fade where darkness lies.
Enemy’s a filthy breed,
Slaves they make with sword and hate.
Only unity can lead —
Break their chains before too late.
If we don’t rise, we fall —
Beasts in hell, lost to Cain’s call.
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So-Called Terrorism
To tired bearded men — no reason
To blow up things in vain.
Behind it lies a secret legion
Of vile beasts who spread the pain.
These filthy “special services”
Serve no peoples — only ****.
Their sadism is endless, merciless,
A devil’s army on the drum.
They’re not knights wielding daggers,
But lackeys of the snake.
Their sword and sting bring only dangers,
No shield for any state.
And things explode just to frighten,
To herd the flock once more.
When fear’s unleashed, they tighten,
And run to pens in score.
This shaking repeats for ages,
Confusing every mind.
They need this “dance of cages”
To tear the world and bind.
When all the herd is terrorized,
False viruses they send.
That’s all fascists want — terrorized,
Then ****, and bring the end.
But if you’ve left the herd behind,
Then fear has lost its grip.
You mark the vile snake unkind,
Expose the lies — the twisted script.
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Terror’s Lie
Bearded fools scared stiff, they fall —
Beasts ignite the world’s cruel thrall.
False bombs, false fears — a fascist game,
To herd the blind and **** the sane.
Step out the herd — no fear remains,
Expose the snakes, break all their chains!
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Pseudoscience
Pseudoscience weaves a tangled lie,
Rejecting truths it can’t deny.
Designed to cloud the mind, erase,
And trap us in forgetful haze.
Abundant facts have long laid bare
The flawed foundations hidden there.
No honesty or tact remain —
A mafia rules through lies and pain.
A plot against the uninitiated,
Where checking facts is long and weighted.
So muffled lies are spread around —
Manipulating minds profound.
“Science proves it!” — the magic phrase,
That shaman’s trance will soon replace.
What follows is the ritual’s end:
A fate where reason’s forced to bend.
When many cards flash in your face,
Your focus shatters without grace.
This shameful cult diverts the fight
From all that’s true — and dims the light.
Where Spirit’s reign should lead the way,
There’s only falsehood’s cruel display.
Not science, but a weary drone,
A tool to keep us all enslaved and prone.
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Hole in the Bagel
A foolish mouse is gnawing through
The hole inside the bagel’s frame —
That “republic” cage he’s stuck into,
A rotten trap with steel-bound name.
No cheese has lived inside that snare,
Deception grows with every year.
The lies will leave deep wounds to bear,
Till monsters form from doubt and fear.
A pig-rat’s bred inside that cell —
The shepherd shapes his herd anew.
The children there are cast in hell —
The cruelest beasts attack them too.
Enclosures built for kids appear,
Called “schools” but really dens of shame.
A mind’s decay begins right here —
Those years in hell will leave their claim.
What leaves the cage’s choking air
Is docile herd, prepared to shear,
To “fight,” to fall without a care,
Led by the fiend they blindly fear.
Fascism shifts its faces, yet —
Genocide’s become their game.
It’s shameful, bitter, full of threat,
When poison’s served as food and flame.
The herd’s health is their concern —
But healing comes in venom’s sting.
With poison shots they seek to burn —
The fascist’s cruel and deadly ring.
The only way to break this bind —
Is fleeing fast the cage’s door.
Build your free life, leave chains behind,
And build your tribes outside once more.
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Burn!
“Arise, O prophet, hear my call,
Be filled with will that’s true and high,
Go ‘round the seas, through lands, and all,
With fiery words to scorch the sky.”
— A. Pushkin, The Prophet, 1826
So far they’ve burned a bald spot bare,
But it’s the whole nest we must ignite.
Wake from the sleep and stale despair,
Stop just consuming, start the fight.
Write with TNT — blood flows like streams,
Let all the elements collapse.
Destroy the Hell that haunts our dreams,
Where mind and spirit face mishaps.
We must burn out the inhuman breed —
No life for humans left beneath.
No more books — just death decreed,
To **** the vile, the ****’s last wreath.
All those who think must stand as one,
And fight the final, fierce campaign.
Then will the will revive, be won —
And you’ll be truly free again.
Not silent slaves who do not burn,
Who wait beneath the crime and filth,
Until their turn to face the urn,
Trapped by the grime of human guilt.
