Impotent hands;
impotent hands and eyes;
imagination and conscience
birthing a scream,
but with such
clean and impotent hands and eyes.

In the witching hour when all the souls walk again
the dead mayor of Bucha and his dead children
will jump up suddenly, like Lazarus, just as
suddenly as they died. Grabbing their bicycles
by the handlebars they will follow the wisp home
they will live in their own house again,
as they always should have. None of us
can disturb them.

Bullets in their temples they will put wood in the stove.
The living can only watch.

Evil everywhere and not just bad mothering but, there,
breaking out over the treetops, gaudily lit,
like a carousel, our own grotesques
come floating into the world,
wicked colors playing on our swollen faces,
holding torches to light the marching way.

No, you know better.

The dead mayor of Bucha told me this:
If you were to prevent it, lying there upon a field in winter,
it would only take reaching down with one hand,
and scraping the snow with a fingernail.
The truth about evil is like the snow beneath your belly, the dead mayor of Bucha says.
It is in and under your body,
slick and cold.
Reach down and touch it.

bicycle by your side
hands tied
arms and legs askew
faceless man
who are you?

what did you do?
who weeps for you?
who loves you?
children, any?
father?
son?
who put the gun to the head
of the faceless man of BUCHA?

lying in the ruins of the street
what horrible creatures did you see
in that last, darkening light
of BUCHA?

Consider the background to this war in the Ukraine, consider the effects of the accumulation of generated rage over the decades?

Russia has historically subjugated Ukrainians since the 1930s when Stalin, motivated by racial prejudice and a desire to dominate, implemented a policy of extermination which systematically starved the largely rural population to death in the phenomenon known as the"Holodomor"... and forbade any complaint being uttered by the suffering peasants with the penalty of being frozen to death in the gulags of the wilderness of Siberia.

With the collapse of the Soviet Union in 1991, Ukraine became an independent nation by popular decree. This was not received well by  Russia nor by the Russian speaking populace of the Donbass region in the East.

In 2013 revolution occurred in the Maidan Square in Kiev where protestors revolted against the thuggish government of Victor Yakunovych who had implemented, in the face of Russian pressure, a forced decision against the popular choice of the people for the Ukraine to join the European union.

The Maidan revolution resulted in the collapse of the Yakunovych government and his forced sudden retreat to Russia. Pro Russian separatist forces in the Donbass supported by euphemistically titled "Russian Military Advisors" in February of 2014, attacked loyalist forces of the Ukraine in  the self-declared Donetsk and Luhansk republics. Military escalation continued through to 2018 including artillery exchanges and the decision by Russia to militarily invade and annex the Crimean peninsular.

An undeclared war began between Ukrainian forces on one side, and separatists intermingled with Russian troops on the other, although Russia attempted to hide its involvement. The war settled into a static conflict, with repeated failed attempts at a ceasefire. In 2015, the Minsk II agreements were signed by Russia and Ukraine, but a number of disputes prevented them being fully implemented. By 2019, 7% of Ukraine was classified by the Ukrainian government as temporarily occupied territories, while the Russian government had indirectly acknowledged the presence of its troops in Ukraine.

In 2021 and early 2022, there was a major Russian military build-up around Ukraine's borders. NATO accused Russia of planning an invasion, which it denied. Russian President Vladimir Putin criticized the enlargement of NATO as a threat to his country and demanded Ukraine be barred from ever joining the military alliance. He also expressed Russian historic views, questioning Ukraine's right to exist, and stated wrongfully that Ukraine was created by Soviet Russia. On 21 February 2022, Russia officially recognized the two self-proclaimed separatist states in the Donbas, and openly sent troops into the territories. Three days later, Russia invaded Ukraine. Much of the international community has condemned Russia for its actions in post-revolutionary Ukraine, accusing it of breaking international law and violating Ukrainian sovereignty. Many countries implemented economic sanctions against Russia, Russian individuals, or companies, especially after the 2022 invasion.

The Russian genocide handbook was published on April 3, two days after the first revelation that Russian servicemen in Ukraine had murdered hundreds of people in Bucha, and just as the story was reaching major newspapers.  The Bucha massacre was one of several cases of mass killing that emerged as Russian troops withdrew from the Kiev region.  This means that the genocide program was knowingly published even as the physical evidence of genocide was emerging.  The writer and the editors chose this particular moment to make public a program for the elimination of the Ukrainian nation as such.

Legally, genocide means both actions that destroy a group in whole or in part, combined with some intention to do so.  Russia has done the deed and confessed to the intention.....and incidentally, recently Ukraine geophysicists discovered vast gas and oil deposits in the, then, Ukrainian administered segment of the Black Sea. These deposits would have had the capacity and potential to render the Ukraine, not only independent of Russian hydrocarbon dependence but also capable of being developed into a major commercial supplier of oil and gas to the European community. Russia's annexation of Crimea and the recent military occupation of the Eastern corridor effectively opens the door to Russian monopolization of these deposits...and closes the door to Ukrainian aspirations!

Ukraine bleeds, Russia’s Putin must live with the guilt of the suffering and destruction he has caused for the rest of his living days. Emotions are running high on the vast steppes of Central Asia, whatever the outcome of this turmoil, decades of hate and resentment, violence and vengeance have been wrought by this action, the birth of this animosity shall grow and pervade, unhindered, for centuries in the heart of the angry denizens of this poor, tortured land.

Ukraine, Ukraine...Cry the Beloved Country

M.
20 April 2022

“The brightness of the Zsablas came from the night sky, then began to fade at the end of the onslaught of winter first, her skewer has discovered her by comparing her current situation with what she had before when her light began to dim. They all look at her and attack with all her strength seeing the shine of the dazzling sword as great Heroy Ukrayiny. The bizarre were taken with visible return light and with arms attached to each other already fallen with their fingers on the hammer. The images reveal changes that occur in its star when seeing the breaking of its vain flood of flash, both in brilliance and in an apparent way to grumble from the peaceful pair of providences on the legs of the cavalry advancing without pair, nor stopping of escalation that occurred after the Bucha massacre. Four hundred corpses have appeared at the Kramatorsk station, such Soviet missiles killed more than fifty citizens of Volodymyr, such Those 48 words shocked the world”

Ellipsis Kramatorsk, April 13, 2022, day 48 of the invasion. Volodímir speaks: "Children, your mother will take care of you at the time of the great Mikaiyáh to bring you the divine grace of accompanying you with the Abba Pealim, who will embrace you like a calf in her lap, tearing himself apart from the loving mystery for your lives for when they all fall embraced"

Olena says: “My beloved sir! I know that at this time there will be the same oratory that we can be worth for your ineffable courage, for the court, and cultivate passion with the Polish Zsablas. Here you can feel your thundering through the mountains and valleys where we used to notice the unknown world, eating delicious Vergun and Babka in their warm houses. I will never change my verdict having met you at the Besarabsky festival, you approached and made the united noise of my outfit with the white coming of dawn and all week when it brushed against its worn floor. From now on, renowned as my alba skirt clothes, offer your smiling eyes with tunics and cloaks that dazzle those who celebrated electing me as princess of the harvest. Nothing else would make me be just your look if it weren't for the Albacete of my house with the parents. My hairstyle was adorned with rodents eating our bodies and outstanding ruby spikes of celestial falcons with Albi-yellow flags dazzling your company, settling in the front crown..., always your Olena at the highest altar next to Mikaiyáh.”

Volodímir modulates: “My children, life will continue to be good, I have you in my prayers where no compensation will change drug compounds for the ingenious desire to have you close to me as hussars and their Zsablas. I have been reborn, I continue to feel my flesh and body on fire for you. I know that in Mariupol I will pacify attire, ****** attachments will not stop moving my legs to offer your help. But I will not get tired of moving against the sun and against the wind, of everything that I violated one day by seeing them between their open eyes hoping to help them. I will be with you, until the end, even if plundered forces profane illustrious missions beyond all life and bad outcome. In the silence of your calm words, the next day I will continue to exist with meager and magical words to the beat of your seasoning.”

Parable Bogdan Khmelnitskyi: “perceptibly saw how the sky of Kyiv was crossed by heavy metalloids of bronze, tin, and acrobalistics; for the cavalry and six warriors who used to ride on the roof of the Záratos appeared, belling with sounds in their acroteries. In these episodes, twelve swords were multiplied in advance by thousands before the palace began to be built after its ruins. They were dimensions of relevant victorious cavalry and virtual foundation lines to rescue the Heroy of Mariupol. Acrostics will pass through the steeds of Thessaly, riding on the palfrey of the Polish Winged Hussars, charging twelve wings of cuirassiers with twelve horsemen in adjoining halos of heavy cavalry at Katyn, lying abducted by a parapsychological and circum-regressive ellipsis of the 1939 event in Poland. Each rider was strung in blood with golden wing feathers from a Raptor game bird. Each of the wings carried the curved Szabla saber, to tacitly cover up oppressors and intruding musketeers from the hearth of the armory of the hypothetical or unknown enemy, but an outsider assaulting the flanks of the rooftops in the Mariyinsky Palace…, virtual of Kyiv. , using Kopias or pikes that concocted impetus as deadly resistance of the lineage betrayed in Hellenic, London, and Berlin museums. The roof pointed to the southwest where the light of Orion was reflected by the aerial forms of the Orfeón de Azov, riding over the high seas with votive offerings or offerings of Cyclamen and Red Poppies sifted to Silbones and Spoonbills birds that flew majestically in the nomadic rhythm of a Rhapsodas, coffering with epic elegies of Mariyinsky, and of those revived venerable triumphs that stretched out from the banner of glory and bed of the epiphany of Ukraine with the brave victors.

Rhapsode proclaims thus: “In Katyn, Polish Wings and Golden Woods with Red Poppies, adorned Bellis Perennis in twelve thousand rags of our steppes harassing their moan in blood offensives, framed in great chapters and threshold lintels in their mounted war. There were twelve thousand red poppies burning from the executory pilaster near Smolensk.” How much must he get fed up with the Polish cavalry of the 17th century, when he glimpses barbarous sounds in the temple that approached them to the altar of the Virtual Palace, showing off an acquiescent ceremonial and lifeless aristocracies, with living needy and vanquished mortals who posed in the rear of twelve thousand officers slain in the Katyn Forest assisting nine thousand of the slain in Mariupol, like gallant gentiles and medieval men of the contemporary untimely invasive. Here in this place, the winged horsemen with puffs went by their destiny to be sacrificed in steel quilts that galloped on their heads protected by brotherhoods and Hussars who protected them with Tiger and Lion breastplates with their retracted claws. Bogdan Khmelnitskyi watched in the virtuous image of him as winged medieval specimens protected the frontispiece of the palace in bullets of super-existence, fear, and historical trance. Here on this ground each one of the officers was aided by each 17th-century Polish cuirassier with ferocious wings, they were making their dying honor and glory with those similar, twice right there inequality and interwoven misty discrepant blood executing with apocryphal witnesses that covered them with sinister appearance, overflowing evasion and truce of bodies stained in mourning with disconsolate blankets carrying scattered red poppies adjoining a naive defenseless forest. About exalted memorandums, secrets, and epithets they felt in the tears of Adrastea next to Mikaiyáh.

Eagles of Kyiv will go to act of the spell of Didraskein, where no Slavic invaders and lethal punishments will be spared. The nymphs procreated their kind, the Slavs would drown in the cries of cuirassiers like Didraskein, before sobbing in platitudes of foliage and rotten hopes of those who hit them from behind, for a little water wasted such as heroes of Katyn. Here neither Cronus nor Mother Rhea heard them, only Adrastea avoided the cries of men-children and of those who atoned for her back, unburdening them from the foliage of the Didraskein with tears of lumpy mercury. Volodymyr's steeds rise carrying the curved Zsabla, before each one is shot in their heads as twelve thousand Winged Riders caught in each Zsabla plus nine thousand immolated from Mariupol, sacrificing them before they were killed from the waist of their head lost in loved ones, not being expired by ammunition, rather by sabers of honor and glory of their own winged protectors that would lead them by sharp weapons towards the holocaust surrounded by red poppies. “The red fog of the forest carried the souls of the Hussars by passing them through the sabers of their compatriots before they were immolated by Soviets, in this way apostolates and souls would be catechized by Zsablas in dyed airs of Red Poppies converted into the breathed air of the heroes of the Katyn Forest and Mariupol, seeing themselves redeemed by the 17th Century Golden-Winged Riders of Poland and Adrastea”

Bogdan with the immensity of voices and epithets heard Adrastea, she differed from volatile metal sabers, and explosives present when they went out in the crooked armor of Polish and Ukrainian beings, in a rear that Volodymir finally settled with the weave of the immaculate suspended habit of twelve thousand Red Poppies crossed by their forehead before being shot in the cortex, and occipital lobe forging with transvestite golden sabers, and cenobites that received them in the arms of the sublime stench of the effluvium of blood and hosts of nine thousand from Mariupol, never left and desisted from the bubbling figure of the acroteria near Mariyinski, idem to the Katyn Forest itself, surrounded in a string of the Rosary that was dazzled with Saint Sophia adopting them.

Fourteen vibrations of enthronement polarized from Volodímir instantly to his brother Bógdan, making filial gradation in the possible conception of cult and death who is suspended from one to the other under a damning accent of past lives. It is typical of the facsimile of his own genetic shadow, perhaps of Sem-Asur, who finally come together as blood relatives of the same Orbis Alius trunk. Rejecting not accessing Asur (as a healthy creative mind of Genesis) as an energy that could be restructured in any homologous of the world of Asur, as the son of Shem of Genesis..., as compared and inter-generational real mythology, pronouncing and enlivening in metaphors of the enchantment of what occurs in gender similarity or Mental field. The compensation and intemperance of living matter refer to the simultaneous undivided of each civilization as a phenomenon devoid of hearing and inclement winter periods. Here the outbreak lies cloistered in Menatira, daughter of Cránae, Queen of Eleusis Pro-Ukrania; such as a fluff of respite convulsing in both steppes of silence and hundreds of years B.C. prophesying to send aid to the victors of Volodymyr, Olena, Bógdan and the heroes of Mariupol with the Zsablas of Mikaiyah.

Police State

The cop reports for duty, proud —
A servant to the soulless crowd:
To guard the sheep who drool and nod,
And crush the ones who won’t applaud.

But sheep are rare, a dying race —
Extinction stares them in the face.
The game is rigged, the end is near —
Just look at War and CowID fear.

Those tests? A filter, sharp and cruel,
For thugs and sadists, **** and fool.
Thus fascist ranks are swelling fast —
That "friendly cop" is in the past.

They're not police — they’re occupation.
The war was lost without citation.
Their bosses — local gauleiters grim,
While flags still flutter, proud and prim.

Unspoken war, but well advanced:
A global camp is being financed.
The chief betrayer takes the lead —
His local pawn just writes the screed.



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They build a camp, but call it peace.
Your jailer smiles — your rights decrease.
The cop's no friend. The war is here.
Obey — or vanish in the smear.



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"Search" Engines

You type "Igor" — ****, and bam! —
Up pops Strelkov in war-**** spam.
That’s HuYandex — pure decay,
A puppet search in war's ballet.

It was the same with CowID lies —
Chains and fraud in clean disguise.
Search once meant truth... those days are dead.
Now fascist filters rule instead.

Censorship and shadow bans,
Fake news boosted by ***** hands.
Ask a question — get a pile
Of tabloid sewage ranked in style.

They sold their souls to **** and crooks,
To tyrant clowns with plastic looks.
The wise and honest barely breathe —
Just ghosts beneath a poisoned sheath.

And Google? Worse — a global dump,
A foul and algorithmic sump.
Where fascists bark and filth ascends —
And **** is trending. Truth? Depends.



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Search the truth — and choke on slime.
The filth is ranked. The lie’s sublime.
They code your cage, they feed your fear —
And wipe the web of what was clear.



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Waking Nightmare

I dreamt a nightmare — drooling fools
Closed in from every side, like ghouls.
The lies grew bold, the fascist grip
Had reached a new and deadly tip.

I woke... but horror didn't fade —
The world remained a grim charade.
What once was fraud and drugged consent
Is now a camp — malevolent.



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I woke — but still the nightmare stayed.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.
It’s not a dream — it’s all too real:
A camp of chains, a spinning wheel.



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So-Called "Zen"

HuYandex Zen? A bigger lie?!
Just censored rot, no shame to buy.
They spit on Honor, Soul, and Mind —
And Truth? Long gagged and left behind.

Their "news" — pure filth, a toxic feed
Where paid propagandists mislead.
Real Zen? A master’s cracking staff
For smacking idiots in half.

But now — a madhouse in disguise:
Each mask conceals a stream of lies.
They rot the brains of fools en masse —
A festering swamp of lying gas.



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This "Zen" is sludge for slave control.
They twist the mind. They sell the soul.
No staff, no truth — just bile and spin.
The lie is holy. Thought’s a sin.



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Dreams and Reality
(A twist on Pushkin's theme)

"Dreams, sweet dreams — where did you go?
They vanished. All that's left is woe."
— Thus Pushkin's lines, now turned anew,
For filth remains — and dreams withdrew.

The lies are gone, the tyrants gone,
No fascist games are carried on.
No more dumb drunkenness or hate —
And rulers now cooperate!

They freed all patents, scrapped the greed,
Let sages rule, not men of need.
Power serves wisdom — what a fate!
But wait... that dream won’t resonate.

For wishful thinking, sweet but fake,
Was diagnosed a long mistake.
So come down from your air-built throne —
And stir, with care, the **** you own.

One fate remains — to stir the mess,
And kneel beneath the lies, no less,
While Kremlin fiends, with **** grace,
Continue killing — face by face.



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Dream’s a corpse — the stench is real.
You stir the waste, you lick the heel.
The Führer grins behind the screen —
And rules your world with gasoline.



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Rashism and the Kremlings

They bomb Zaporizhzhia and Kharkiv —
Hit dams, high-rises, power grids.
Old ******'s corpse now coughs up scarlet —
For Russia, that's the final bid.

They coined a name — not just “fascism,”
But something fouler: rashism’s birth.
The TV foams with pure sadism —
Wild **** rot infects the Earth.

They chant their "values," twisted, fake —
Like ******’s "Aryan" crusade.
But Pootler’s show’s a cheap remake,
A grotesque, parody parade.

Like cattle to the slaughter line,
These morons march for "holy war" —
Too gutless even to define
Their bloodlust as it was before.

The colony — like Moskva's wreck —
Is sinking fast, a curse, a stain.
No exile waits on some safe deck —
Just ropes for all this filth and shame.



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Rashism grins, the lies explode.
The kremlings march a deathbound road.
No end in exile, flight or sun —
Just hang them all. Let justice run.



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Filthy Propagandists

The stinking hack believes he’s wise,
That only he controls the lies,
That only fools would chew this bait —
But justice has a certain weight.

Betray once — you’ll betray again.
You sell your soul, you rot for gain.
So brave in words — but deep inside,
A coward's filth you try to hide.

But here's the twist they never guess:
Their soul will pay for this disgrace.
For every smug and brazen screed —
A plague arrives to match the deed.

Their "values" led to fascist war,
To madness — rot down to the core.
As Germans once paid for their sin,
The world will crush rashism again.

That filthy voice — a deeper stain
Than torturers with tools of pain.
And still the world lies drowned, immersed
In poison words — the liar’s curse.



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The liar rots in lies he spread.
His soul is gone. His mouth is red.
No pen, no screen will shield his name —
The world will burn him out with shame.



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Farce

Old ******’s schemes slipped through the gate —
Through Mordor, mocked by time and fate.
Now history, in meme disguise,
Returns to dumb, enchanted eyes.

The drunks fall deep in trance and cheer,
While others laugh: “This crap? Sincere?”
It’s pure absurdity on loop —
Yet freaks still howl, that twisted troop.



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A meme-born farce, a drunk parade —
And only fools still feel afraid.
The rest just watch the circus roll —
Where madness plays the leading role.



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War on Reason

A war is raging, total, grim —
It’s Reason they now seek to dim.
They’ve drowned the mind in blind neglect,
Forgot you’re Spirit — what’d you expect?

The price will come: a hollow soul,
A sparkless void, no higher goal.
God’s left — and in that sudden gap
The Devil sets his breeding trap.

Forget this war? You’ll rot in chains —
In filth eternal, soaked in stains.
You’ll dwell in muck, in cursed unrest,
A walking heap with **** compressed.

The hills of waste are Everest.
While reason’s just a minor crest.
And you, beneath that crushing load,
Bear Satan’s cross on this dark road.

So cleanse yourself — cut through the lies,
Let Spirit, Reason truly rise.
And all the fascist filth you face —
Wipe off their snouts with truth and grace.



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You rot if you forget the war.
This filth will flood you, evermore.
But Reason fights — and once you stand,
You slap the Devil’s guiding hand.



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Gains and Losses

You gain a thing —
But lose another.
Believe bold lies —
You blind your brother.

You trust the beast —
The horns will grow.
They speak so sweet —
Then strike you low,

And down you fall
Through Hell's parade.
Go inward, all —
Don't be afraid.



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Trust the beast — you'll lose your mind.
Look within — and truth you'll find.



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Ordinary Fascism
(Dedicated to Mikhail Romm)

We could make films like Romm once did —
Of Bucha, Kharkiv, Zaporozhye’s grid.
Killing civilians, that’s their creed —
Genocide’s the fascist need.

Their shame is dead, their honor lost,
Their conscience crushed, no matter the cost.
For fascism needs the dull and blind,
To obey, fear the Führer’s mind.

The rashist plague has **** its pants,
In Ukraine, it met resistance.
Now only little time remains —
Fascism’s end will break its chains.

There’ll be a trial — hang them all:
The kremlings, orcs, the war’s dark thrall.
All guilty in this brutal fight —
The reckoning will bring the light.



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Fascism’s dirt will drown and fall.
The orcs will hang — they earned it all.
No mercy for the ****** crew —
Justice comes, and it’s overdue.



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Farewell, Fascism!

Fascists and rashists —
There stand ****** and Puylo.
Between them, communists.
Evil never mellowed.

The Sheep Virus spread —
An “Spanish flu” remake.
First lies invade the head,
Then comes the deadly stake.

Poisons, wars, again,
And lies that never cease.
We’re trapped inside a world insane,
But don’t touch the Führer’s peace —

Bow down to him, prepare to die,
Then beg the priests for grace.
If lucky, live — then purify,
And plead to save your face.

World asylum’s reign —
Farewell! The next catastrophe
Will burn these soulless stains —
Farewell, fascism’s tyranny!



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Farewell to lies and endless hate.
The world’s mad ward will close its gate.
Soulless fiends will burn and fall —
Farewell, fascism — end it all.



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Fascist Regime’s Convulsions

The regime convulses —
Strikes cities in its wrath.
This ****’s beyond redemption,
Only nooses clear their path.

Soon that grim fate is coming —
The noose will bring release.
The strikes will triple on the front —
The idiot’s grip will cease.

Only rashists **** civilians,
But soon the end is near.
The fascist rule will crumble down —
The ZSU holds firm here.



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The fascists twitch, their reign will fall.
Noose tightens — justice calls.
The frontline burns, their lies decay —
Rashism’s done, no more to stay.



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Ashes

Corrosion of the Mind,
Decay of the Soul’s core,
Nature torn, confined —
Used up, crushed, and more.

Light fades into the dark,
Truth banned, denied.
While lies ignite the spark —
Madness rules worldwide.

War and Sheep Virus’ hand,
Examples of disgrace.
Dignity, reason banned —
A stain on human race.

The dumb-down machine runs on,
Long launched, it grinds.
Morals shift — the shame goes on,
In this world that binds.

LGBT’s vile curse,
Violence and fear.
A dull decay, much worse —
A world turned into ash, unclear.



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Mind rots, the soul’s abused.
Truth crushed, the world confused.
War’s lies burn, hope turns to ash —
A dying world’s bitter crash.



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One of All, or All Against One

One stands alone —
While all come down as one.
Such “pleasures” shown —
Abundant, yet undone.

Nothing ever changes:
This mad world decays,
Poor and broken stages,
Lost in endless haze.

One mind rules a hundred —
But hunted down for truth.
Reason deemed a blunder,
“Attack the not your youth!”

For "us or them"
No reason’s in demand —
Only instinct’s helm.
While Spirit fades, unmanned.



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One fights all — the world’s a beast.
No mind survives — the Spirit ceased.
“Us versus them” — no thought, no soul,
Just primal howls to fill the hole.



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Fascist ****

The last reserves are slipping,
To not fall in the pit.
A fatal power draining,
And nowhere else to sit.

If you step out—fools swarm,
They feed fascism’s might.
No longer humans, vermin,
A plague that spreads the blight.

Fascism’s filthy spawn—
Breeds traitors by the score.
No exit, just the dawn
Of shame and fear once more.

But fight you must, relentless,
To die with honor’s breath.
Forget the twisted pests —
Defy, erase their death.



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Fascist **** breeds fear and lies.
No shame beneath their hollow skies.
But fight, resist — and hold your ground,
Till all their filth is underground.



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Rashism

Calling foes fascists — what a joke!
This madness no sane mind can poke.
How did the sheep become rashists?
Only sarcasm cuts through this.

Logic fails to hold the thread —
Can you grasp the lies they spread?
Those vict’ry-mad faces bare,
Masks off for attacks unfair.

Mariupol’s staged disgrace,
Bucha’s pain in every place.
Schools, hospitals, plants destroyed,
Skyscrapers and war deployed.

Kids are slaughtered everywhere —
These filthy jackals don’t care.
Shaming Russia? They claim so loud —
But fools just echo lies allowed.



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Rashism’s lies — a foul parade.
Sheep march blind, the truth betrayed.
Kids die while jackals feast,
On poisoned lies from west to east.



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Grave-ization

To “Kobzon’s concert”
All the orcs now go.
In Ukraine, you ******* —
They’ll **** you, slow or quick, no show.

Try to sneak or strike again —
Or after — no reprieve.
From the “concert,” you descend
To Hell, no one to grieve.

Kharkiv, Kyiv, Bucha bleed —
Fighting peaceful souls, you fight.
Black clouds gather over beasts —
Once humans, now lost to night.

Dead children — hundreds lie,
Your path to Hell is paved.
Tomorrow or today —
One way for you, depraved.



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Orcs march to death’s song loud.
No mercy in the crowd.
Your road is Hell, no turning back —
Your fate’s a one-way track.



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Dumbosaurians

Dumbosaurians — not pterodactyls,
A thriving, cursed breed unfolds.
Though remnants of their minds are spent,
War and CowID mean no torment.

Dumbosaurian daughters rise,
A twisted legacy in disguise.
Humanity’s destruction plan —
For lizards’ sake, they wreck the land.



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Dumbosaurians breed and spread,
Brains long gone, but still they tread.
War and lies their deadly script —
Human fate by reptiles gripped.



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Show Business

Show biz started with the freaks,
A circus farce, no change but tweaks.
When all the crowds are dull and base,
The whole thing’s just a hollow space.

Perfect for the simple mind,
A dulling game, a trap designed.
The ***-shaker’s always loose,
Serving vice and dark abuse.

To dumb down and defile the best
Of Soul’s pure cries — a vile jest.
Sure, some exceptions may arise,
But mostly vermin crawl in lies.

And mainstream’s full of that decay —
Propaganda’s filthy sway.
Man sinks low to beastly planes,
Losing Spirit’s vital chains.

So only pure, bright souls can bear
The light of poetry to share.
As for the rest — that endless slime,
Spit it out, and leave it grime.



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Showbiz fools drag souls to dust.
Only light can break the rust.
Spit the filth, don’t feed the lies —
True art lives where spirit flies.



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“Progress”

Pump the junk with extra force,
Ramp the war — let chaos course.
Treat the masses just like skins,
Value only what begins.

Put all hides into the grind,
Make a servant skin designed,
One who knows the lies and whip —
This world’s doom’s a sinking ship.



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Feed the junk, fuel the fight.
Turn the world to endless night.
Skin the herd, no hope to fix —
Progress? Just a ***** trick.



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The Farm

Caught like mice within a trap,
Born into this cruel scrap —
Creatures wait to make their move,
You’re a target in their groove.

They’ll heap "cheese" beyond control,
But that cheese has turned to mold.
You’re the profit for the hound,
This world — a farm, tightly bound.

Yet the slaughter’s drawing near,
Inevitable and clear.
Now, in lies’ last fevered grip,
Their cursed herd begins to slip.

The herd has gorged on lies so deep,
This foulness they have come to keep.
One last chance remains to break
The chains of falsehoods that they make.

Or devils’ll drag the fools away
To their hell where darkness stays.
While filthy wretches, foul and crude,
Will perish in the stench of feud.



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Caught like mice, a deadly game.
The world’s a farm — a profit’s claim.
Break the lies or burn in hell —
The final choice, the last farewell.



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Sheep Virus and War

What once was rabbit,
Now minced to mash.
Fool, drunkard, idiot —
All part of the stash!

Mask’s no problem —
Passed the test’s call.
Put on your helmet —
March to your fall.

Test subjects, rabbits,
“Meat” for the fight:
If you don’t think —
You’re deep in the night.

Deep in hell’s pit.




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Rabbits trapped, no thought or care,
Meat for war in devil’s lair.
Mask on, march, the herd’s disgraced —
Lost to lies, trapped and erased.



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Sheep Virus “Doctors”

They graduated vivisection’s school —
That filth with minds forever dull.
Brains? — impotence inside their head,
Prescriptions read like deathly dread.

Money, money — greed’s foul game,
And sadism fuels their shame.
Like Pechenegs, they rage and storm,
With fascism in deadly form.

They’ll hang them all when reckoning calls —
Those pawns who made the monster’s walls.



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Vivisectors with poisoned hands,
Money-driven, cruel commands.
Hang the pawns who made the beast —
End the plague, and find release.



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Hybrid War

Herds of frightened fools abound,
Madness spilling all around,
Lies that only rotten ****
Swallow whole — no pause, no hum.

Barks, howls, screams — the box of lies
Breeds chaos, darkness in disguise.
This chaos, real and raw,
Used for psychic warfare’s law.

No more saving cash or gold,
This is war, its price is cold.
Idiots, neurotics’ pain —
Make the whole land numb and drained.

Killing isn’t best, they say —
Mines should maim, not take away,
So sons inherit scars and strife,
The crippled legacy of life.



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Madness floods, the fools comply,
Lies like poison fill the sky.
Maim, don’t **** — the war’s cruel game,
Legacy of pain and shame.



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Fun in the Madhouse

“A nightmare hour of fun,”
Awakening — just a spark.
A housewarming in the madhouse —
You’ve slipped into the dark.

Born into a madman’s Hell,
Is guilt or innocence to tell?
Joy in this loud, twisted home,
Right amid the war’s dark dome.

A war on Soul and Mind unfolds,
We’re plague to Earth, as truth foretold.
Three quarters — maybe more —
This madhouse fills to its core.

The layer of the wise grows thin,
While fools and madness reign within.



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Born in Hell, the madhouse roars,
Mind and Soul wage endless wars.
Few remain who see the light —
Lost within this endless night.



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Idiots

Clinical idiots all around,
You could fill ponds with fools unbound.
How to live ‘mid shattered minds,
And chase the goals one seeks to find?

It’s hard, but here’s the vital key:
Don’t argue, shun the misery.
Bring light to those who still can see —
Let wisdom fight this mockery.



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Idiots crowd, the world’s a mess.
Don’t fight — just shine, and nothing less.
Light up minds that still can hear —
The answer to this madness here.



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Decay by Lies

A joke:
A trial’s on. The judge inquires:
“Plaintiff, do you recognize
The man accused, who stole your ride?”
“Since his lawyer’s speech, I doubt it’s mine.”

After lawyer’s twisted speech,
TV’s madness, lies that preach,
So-called “scientist” and seer,
In robes that bring only sneer,

What remains is but deceit,
In minds, decay’s complete.
Like sheep led to the slaughter’s pen,
Lies grow, multiplied again.

The growth, the mass, the spreading blight,
Soon turns the world to endless night.
A global camp of rotting shame,
Where all the earth’s consumed by flame.

Forever here it will endure,
Generations stupid, sure,
Crawling low in shameful guise —
Decay makes traitors in disguise.



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Lies breed rot and endless shame,
Truth dissolves, consumed by flame.
Sheep led blind to darkest fate —
World decays beneath the weight.



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Global Cretinism

Idiots like crows descend,
Lies their only message send.
Total falsehood rules the day,
Reason’s stiff, begins to sway.

That small fraction left of mind
Rarely here is now to find.
Prison walls surround the Thought,
Spirit’s flame is barely caught.

All must fall, no sorrow kept —
This global prison’s cracked and swept.
Cataclysm soon will come,
Not much time to beat the drum.

And worldwide cretinism’s grip
Leaves no space for mercy’s sip.



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Crows of fools in lies entwined,
Reason’s gone, the soul confined.
Cataclysm’s near and grim —
No mercy for the world so dim.



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Swimming to Hell Amid the Ocean of Lies

Once there were “far distant lands” —
But all were smeared by slander’s hands.
Then everything was lost for good:
Spawn of evil lied as they stood.

Those creatures lie as breaths they take,
Yet truth we cannot seem to wake.
The whole of truth has drowned and died,
Beneath fierce propaganda’s tide.

In propaganda’s filthy sea,
So much foul stench and cruelty,
That all will drown — those ****, those fiends.
Only fools cheer on these scenes.

They don’t want thought, just obey,
Chew the lies and drift away.
In a world of dull-witted throngs,
The wise must dream of other songs.

But pride and scorn block every way —
So in this drift, we sink and sway,
To Hell we sink, too weak to strive,
Lazy souls can’t stay alive.



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Truth drowns deep in lies’ dark sea,
Fools rejoice in slavery.
Pride blocks paths to freedom’s shore —
So we sink forevermore.



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Sterlet and Inhuman Beasts

Body armor, helmet worn —
The slaughter rages full and torn.
Before, just masks to hide the face,
Like pike stalking carp in place.

Global fascism fools all throngs,
The wise gudgeon swims among.
To the fire, it’s gonna burn —
Inhuman kings will twist and turn.

If the beasts have bowed their heads,
Only slaughter lies ahead.
There’s a place for sterlet still,
But trapped within the global mill.

A world camp looms ahead,
“Care” on Reichstag’s walls is read.
A sign fools trust and bow to,
While madness reigns in darkened view.



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Armor on, the slaughter's near,
Fascist beasts bring doom and fear.
Only sterlet’s chance remains —
In this world of death and chains.



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Half a Dog

Football, hockey, pop — half-dog’s show,
Where intellect is running low.
Feed them "hay" and feed them "oats,"
From the news — chaos floats.

Add a false plague, war’s new game,
In school and college, lies proclaim.
Rule by falsehood every day —
Dull stumps will all obey.

They’ll believe and blindly go,
To slaughter like a sauna’s flow.
Taking with them those who think —
Down the dark abyss they sink.



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Half a dog, half a mind,
Fed with lies, the herd’s confined.
Blind to truth, they march away —
Taking light and hope astray.



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Desires and Such

Desires of a *******,
Long since off the charts.
Fascism’s just a trick,
But basically — all sharts.

The ******* rules this place,
With false wants to deceive.
They poison minds nonstop —
To hell with what they weave.

Chekist’s friend is deceit,
Lies are power’s core.
In this foggy, bleak world,
Only darkness pours.



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*******’s whims, lies that reign,
Fascist games, endless pain.
Chekist’s tools in shadows play —
Truth dissolves, lost in the fray.



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The Bottom

Russia’s bottom—deep and dark,
The war revealed but just a spark.
A massive shadow long has stayed,
Sheep virus showed the fools displayed.

It also showed the traitors’ ranks,
But wild beasts outdid all thanks—
No one thought to see the worst:
Oprichniks in cities cursed,

Shooting children, women, all,
Bringing joy to beasts who maul.
So that “country” stands in shame —
A pit, a hell, a burning flame.



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Russia’s depths—dark, cold, and grim,
War’s faint light can’t save or trim.
Beasts and traitors rule the day,
Hell on Earth, no hope, no way.



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Fascist Regimes

Don’t flirt with the REGIME,
Don’t trust their empty schemes.
All regimes are lies and pain —
Ruled by beasts who bring the bane.

Satanism’s their twisted creed,
For the “top” who sow the ****.
Chains are forged for you, their prey —
In Bedlam slow death holds its sway.

Turning men to beasts, they crawl,
Lies abound, the worst of all.
Fewer judges, cops grow mean,
Madness spreads in every scene.

Lies migrate through chaos wide —
World’s a madhouse, none to guide.
**** disguise as “kindly” guides,
Servants of the folks — their lies.

Don’t believe, build bonds instead,
Smash the lies that poison head.
No delay — autonomy claim,
Grow your strength and break their game.



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Regimes lie, beasts command,
Chains for you across the land.
Fight their lies — don’t trust, don’t kneel,
Build your strength and break their seal.



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Traitors and Snitches

Fooling nations, lies that bind,
Mockery, fear, and shame combined.
For fascist madmen, death’s not enough—
They want you stupid, dull, and rough.

To make a fool’s their wicked joy,
Become a traitor, snitch, their toy.
It only adds to their dark drive,
Soulless hearts that thrive to deprive.

Soullessness—their holy grail,
Idiots drunk on lies prevail.
Without a soul, no whim to spare,
They’re puppets tangled in despair.

This is what their masters crave—
Beasts who enslave and misbehave.
The snitch serves lies, a fog so thick,
But in the end, the fool’s the trick.

He’ll get nothing—join the heap,
With idiots, in darkness deep.
Snitches wiped like paper thin—
Rot and ruin from within.



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Traitors, snitches, soulless drones,
Feeding lies to break the bones.
In the end, they’ll all fall down—
Rotting kings without a crown.



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Scavengers

Positions aimed, locked tight—
In minds and lands alike.
Such here are brutal rites—
To crush all down to dust alike.

First strike the mind’s domain,
Then nothing stands in way.
A world ruled by fascist bane,
The people silent, led astray.

No people left to claim—
Traitors, fools, two-thirds the same.
Fed lies and rot until insane,
They charge again through flood and flame.

Attacking kin and near,
False plagues they spread in fear.
Like witches on their broom appear,
Propagandists prowl, drawing near.

They feed on carrion’s scent,
Injecting lies with vile intent.
Zombies ready, blindly bent—
A world lost, nearly spent.



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Scavengers hunt minds and lands,
Fascist grips with iron hands.
Lies injected, brains decay—
Zombies march, lost souls sway.



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The Führer and the Fool

The Führer nervously smokes —
Plans piled high in heaps.
Born of laziness and jokes,
Rot within that seeps.

The Führer dies, replaced,
A new one takes the throne.
The fool just stands, disgraced,
Endures the brutal drone.

Worse than Mussolini’s grip,
That seasoned fool remains —
So used to rot and lies that slip,
Drowned deep in endless chains.



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Führer burns with anxious breath,
Plans to bring the world to death.
Fool endures the toxic game —
Rot and lies, their deadly claim.



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Media and Whips

The media feed the ****’s delight,
To stench the world in endless blight.
They revel only in the smell—
Without the stink, no feast to tell.

Goats with horns jump wild and free,
Their fascist lackeys hold the key.
With whips they rule, the media worms,
Controlling fools in endless swarms.

That fascist ****, with no remorse,
Will crush or break with brutal force.
The sheep are mute, their minds all killed,
Reason gone, just chaos spilled.

The Spirit’s gone, replaced with sludge,
Where once were minds, now toxic sludge.
The sheep all dance in putrid haze,
While whips are stored for darker days.



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Media stench controls the herd,
Fascist whip commands the word.
Sheep are dumb, their minds all lost—
In the stink, they pay the cost.



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Structure Built of Lies

The haze dissolved? Not quite!
It lasted long, a rotten blight —
A mess of lies, an endless fight,
A structure forged in falsehood’s spite.

When lies spread deep, destruction’s seed,
From roof to base, the rot proceeds.
This rotten frame will surely fall,
Again, it’s bound to lose it all.

It’s fallen once, and many times—
Yet lies conceal the past’s hard crimes.
This latest falsehood’s broken through—
A sieve where all the lies come through.

Keep lying on, keep spinning tales—
The hour’s fixed; the system fails.
So thick with falsehood, fraud, disgrace,
No other end can take its place.



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Built on lies, the rotten frame,
Soon will fall, and bring the shame.
Falsehood floods, no truth survives—
Collapse is near, no hope survives.



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The Rashism Dilemma

A tangled, twisted dilemma brews —
Fascism’s scheme begins to lose:
What to do with memes grown old,
Themes worn out, and stories told?

Fascism needs more dumb design,
An endless drip to clog the mind.
A mental cleansing, cruel and grim—
That’s how rashism tries to cling.

To hold on just a little while,
Then flee the land with weary style.
For battle’s lost, no strength to fight—
Only surrender marks their plight.

The fall of fascism must bring
A cooling of the idiot ring.
So rashism dies, no tragic show—
Just fading fast, its final blow.



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Fascism’s scheme begins to crack,
Old memes no longer hold it back.
Dumbness forced to plug the mind—
Rashism’s end is near to find.



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The Propagandists’ False Agenda

Mimes — just passing by!
Into the woods! Don’t buy
The mask’s deceitful show,
No signs to guide them so—

Like scripted manuals,
For broken mentalals,
The liars listen close,
Deceiving friend and those.



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Mimes walk by — don’t fall for lies,
Masks hide truth behind their guise.
Scripts feed madness, false and grim,
Liars’ words corrupt the dim.



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The Slaughter of the Sheep

The slaughter of the sheep begins at dawn,
Too much filth on Earth — the lies go on.
The first vet comes to lead the way—
No need for drugs, just lies to sway.

For fascism, it’s all a gain,
Feeding lies that cause the pain.



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Sheep are culled at break of day,
Too much filth won’t fade away.
Lies serve fascist greed and game—
No cure, just feeding flame.



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Man to Man a Friend, and... Furry Brother

“Furry paw” commands the rule,
A satrap’s grip, cold and cruel.
Not “for” — but chained and led away,
Killed silent, stealthy, day by day.

“Friend” — just words on posters spread,
A wolf inside the zoo instead.
Brother? Furry, wild, and mad—
All of them are psychopaths.



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Furry Brother

Furry paw — the tyrant’s hand,
Silent **** across the land.
“Friend” — a wolf behind the door,
Brother? Psychopaths galore!



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Repeaters

"Drink the sludge, wear your muzzle,
Put on your helmet next —
In fascism, you’ll repeat a year,
On the third they’ll make you — livestock, vexed.

Just obey, swallow their lies,
Raise betrayal into cult’s might:
The traitor grins, your false “priest,”
He’ll lead you blind — you’re just a sprite.

At first they paint you like cattle,
Then erase to draw the ****.
And all is justified by lies —
For now, it’s lies that doom.**



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Hello...

Unbribable, untouchable
By vile creatures — hello!
An unfortunate imbecile
Answers, lost in sorrow.

We’ve worn out Nature’s patience —
World’s madhouse all around.
How low we’ve fallen, degraded —
All turned into cattle bound?

There will be Light! — the Sun will burn
This global madhouse down.
Not all will fall to scoundrels’ hands,
Nor rot as filthy clown.



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The Naked King

The "Naked King" — not new Führer, not beast,
Just a common cracked fool, his mind deceased.
Naked means nothing — the king’s just a slave,
Called so as all strength from the masses gave.

They call Darkness "civilization,"
Pretend “wise” are the common population,
Distracting all eyes from the cruel freaks’ reign,
Those mad demons who rule with disdain.

Everywhere “kind” and “royal” are found —
In foul stench, in dog food on the ground,
Called “nutrition,” the media’s foul scent —
A total mess, nonsense to the extent!

And there’s nothing left to clothe these beasts,
Mad ones wrapped in their delirious feasts.
In nauseous madness and lies they stew,
Like frogs, from reason not even a clue.

That trace of reason lost in the sand,
A narrow path where a caravan once planned.
Once frogs sat deep in the swampy slime,
Now they stew in vats of phony grime.




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The Passage

No man remains — just a strangling snake,
That squeezes, crushes, suffocates all in its wake.
There’s a passage: fools drift one way,
Traitors and liars the other way stray.

A steep path climbs to heights above,
Dangerous — for the rare ones with love,
Who won’t bow their necks to the yoke,
Nor sink in the mire of fear and lies spoke.

Only the few will reach that peak,
Among the many, it’s freedom they seek.
They’ll soar like birds, forever free,
Though no nests are built there, only liberty.



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Fuhrer’s Counter

Make a Geiger counter for lies,
Or it’s the end, no compromise.
Don’t touch that zombie-box — beware:
One touch, and you’re done — despair.

Like a bomb of megatons — two hundred strong,
This madness going on so long!
The fool believes, the noise goes loud —
He’s already dead, no mask allowed.

“Chemical defense” charade,
Masks, trash, helmets all displayed.
The fascist fiend with lies anew
Launches attacks — the sickest crew.

Earlier today April 4th, 2022,
which supersedes bald faced headlines
pointing finger and
Putin blame for Bucha killings
squarely on head & shoulders
of Russian autocrat, née
yours truly lathered
his hirsute higglety-pigglety
thinning oily tresses.

Hark….the herald angels sing,
snapchat and twitter Uber view doo
for mass communication mediums
stop the well conditioned presses
when I, a regular schlemiel
took shampoo to mine matted mass mop
(lame and feeble dreadful locks)
of straggly follicles, and commenced
to dispense with the heady ecosystem

viz rare crop of flora and fauna
(some rank as endangered species)
rub and band together
to scratch envy of flaky key
neigh bring ponytails
and create quite an niche,
and where also can be found
lousy knit wit vendors ready to scalp
and give shaft to razor sharp purveyors,

who mane lee scout out
available head room to nap
without a stir, tub bed down
(praying  Holy Scott no wash out
nor Harris mint occurs),
or burrow vis a vis,
where subcutaneous porous droplet size
water ship down pieces of
prime residence found

counting one mister
comb lee bald faced realtor
amidst competing rival
bulb buss (h)Edward scissorhands
(with knot to heavy a price toupee)
affianced to rapunzel,
whom he sheared split ends
as her barber of civil,
one dapper dan duh ruff dude to offer

lice cent shuss insects a tonsured cut
above other stylish habitués
(preferring to fraternize,
glad-hand, and hobnob
amidst a cluster of big wigs
housed by yours truly - Samson
in gleaming puffy pompadour
pads tightly secured
with the best dreadlocks,

which harum-scarum
green barrettes serve
as first line of rinse able defense
IdentityGuard (with franchisee
Bob O Link averse
to split hairs, but fierce
as a Mohawk and ring leader
to protect any curl of mine)
waving away intruders,

who if insist tubby persistent
and tangle with fate
cannot expect camaraderie
from buzz cutting crew i.e. the fuzz
to give expletive filled lathering,
severe shame poo wing subjugation
plus an up braiding experience),
and teach stragglers
they will suffer a real perm

in hint bang up job
and experience embarrassing cut up
if they brazenly brush
against brylcreem of the crop
rooted as rightful heirs (hairs)
of tousled doo mane
and thus tail all told.

The Integral Mind

"The integrated natural mind, undivided into intellect, emotions, sensations, and intuition, is our greatest treasure and the key to our progress."
— Tarthang Tulku, "Time, Space, and Knowledge".


The whole of Mind —
A force, a blade.
Where dark thoughts grind,
It cuts their shade.

If in Hell’s grip
You feel no dread,
Your mind’s adrift,
A beast misled.

This global ward —
A madhouse reign —
Where fools adored
March on, insane.

And beasts above
Are hard at play:
If you lack love
Or voice — you’re prey.

Consumed like swill,
They’ll gnaw your head.
If you feel ill,
Condemn this bed

Of stench and spite —
Then break it down.
And seek the Light,
While fiends still frown.

Their grip will fade
Where shines the fire.
The light you made —
It burns the liars.

Intuition —
The Soul’s true wing.
To save your mission,
Don’t heed their sting.

They lie and plot
In every noise.
Break every knot,
Refuse their toys.

Throw off the chains,
Melt down their steel.
Begin again
With living will.

This world’s a noose
Of barking freaks —
Where truth’s abuse
Is all it speaks.

Build with the few.
Burn what is fake.
To be a man
Make spirits wake.

Emotions matter
When ruled by Soul.
But twisted chatter
Will eat you whole.

They train you blind
With fear and ******.
They target mind
And aim to seize.

Through feelings’ flood
They herd the crowd.
Tradition’s mud
Is worn like shroud.

Soul needs wings —
But Reason too.
Don't cut such things
Before they're through.

Reflect, not flail.
Let mind respond.
Let fear grow pale —
And break that bond.

Through art you'll rise,
Unite your core.
Where mind just dies,
The cowards pour.

Avoid the drones,
Find those who see.
The Light alone
Will set mind free.

The soul ignites,
The filth retreats.
And through true Sight
The Spirit peaks.

The whole of Mind —
Our only hope,
In Hell where rot
and noise still choke.



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1.
Whole is the Mind —
a blade through the lie.
Use it, or rot.
Awake — or die.

2.
When soul and thought align,
the Beast begins to fall.

3.
Split minds obey.
Whole minds rebel.

4.
In the madhouse of Earth,
your clarity is war.

5.
One Mind. One Flame.
Hell fears the name.



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1.
The Whole Mind burns
where form dissolves.
In Light it stands,
as time resolves.

2.
Not thought. Not dream.
The silent core
knows what you are
— and something more.

3.
The undivided flame within
unfolds the path you’ve never been.

4.
Where four were torn —
sense, thought, soul, breath —
the One returns
through light and death.

5.
Whole Mind — the gate
where Time dissolves.
Not born, not late —
it only solves.



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The Song of the Whole Mind

Not mind alone, nor heart that aches,
Nor breath that breaks in dreamlike skies —
But something vast the silence makes,
A fire behind all names and ties.

No parts remain — they melt, they flow,
And in their place: a single flame.
It neither strives, nor needs to know,
Yet through it speaks the true, the same.

Where Time and Space unweave their scheme,
Where thought itself begins to cease —
There Whole Mind wakes within the stream,
And what remains… becomes your peace.



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Mind Games

"From moment to moment, observe — is this our true nature, or just another game we’re playing?"
Tarthang Tulku


Look deep inside — expose the schemes,
The tricks by which the thinking mind
Preserves its wounds through crafted dreams
And leaves the soul half-dead, half-blind.

You meet the world — a ghostly show,
You meet yourself — a dull design.
You feed that image — and below,
It mocks you as a self-made shrine.

Forget the games — just look, and see.
Turn intuition's light on high.
Walk straight — alone, relentlessly —
To Spirit's core. That is the sky.

Now smash the molds — thought lives in these!
Real thinking dares to walk alone.
To **** the lie — that's where it frees
The soul. Let rot what's overgrown.

Illusions hang, a choking weight,
They blur the glimpse of realms untold.
The path is inward. Fools still wait
For truth in dirt, in blood, in gold.

But only Spirit’s plane holds fire.
No sludge, no swarm of flies, no throne.
This world — a toilet’s last desire.
Without the Light, we rot alone.



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1.
Smash the game.
See the lie.
Mind is shame.
Spirit: sky.

2.
You are not thought.
You are the flame.
**** every image.
Refuse the game.

3.
This world is filth —
if you stay blind.
Burn through the mask.
Unchain your mind.

4.
No light in thought.
No soul in fear.
Cut through the rot.
Get out of here.



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1.
Not this thought.
Not this name.
You are light,
Before all frame.

2.
Inward fire,
Subtle stream —
Breaks the mask,
Ends the dream.

3.
Before the lie,
Before the voice —
The silent core,
The only choice.

4.
The world dissolves.
The eye remains.
One pulse inside,
Beyond all chains.



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1. Lie
A mask of thought,
A voice that feigns —
The self you sought
Was bound in chains.

2. Sight
Look not through mind,
But through the still.
Let forms unwind —
They have no will.

3. Breakdown
The dream resists
Until it breaks.
No "I" exists
In thought that fakes.

4. Turning point
No image true,
No path ahead.
Just silence — new,
Where lies are dead.

5. The Gates
Beyond the fear,
Beyond the frame —
The Light draws near
Without a name.

6. Flame of the Spirit
This is no game.
This is the Fire.
It has no shame.
It asks — aspire.

7. Liberation
The soul unchained
No longer hides.
The false is drained —
The One abides.



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The Very First and Crucial Step

“Our perceptions of all things and space
Reflect the levels where we place
Our focused lens — that narrow sight
Which shapes what seems to us as ‘right.’
That rigid, dense, impenetrable frame
We cling to — fearing change, or blame.”
— Tartang Tulku, "Time, Space, and Knowing" (poetic exposition).


We must defocus — here’s the key,
The very step that sets us free.
Without it, light and joy elude—
Stuck blind and bare, with no prelude.

Like filters stained in shades of gray,
Theories cloud and block our way.
Throw off "belief" and "knowing" too—
See how profound the hole breaks through.

The power of worlds beyond the eye,
Exists outside that spectral lie.
In hell, decay and rot abide,
Where soulless beasts again collide.

They shout commands to broken minds—
Lost puppets chained in dark confines.
Their thoughts a gel, vile and obscene,
It suffocates, unseen, unseen.

Through all that slime, those cursed fools—
The shame and curse of cosmic rules—
To reach the Light, we must endure
A dreadful path, unknown, obscure.

The very first step, harsh and grim,
Is stepping through the senseless dim—
No soul can save itself from fate,
Unless it breaks that mental gate.



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Time

“Clocks don’t show time—they only stand
As symbols held in human hand.”
— Avessalom Podvodny


They drilled “time’s line” into our brains,
With nonsense meant to bind as chains.
If you don’t fight for self-true sight,
Your soul’s doomed, lost within the night.

Timelessness—when you can see
Through crowds and noise, society.
The Soul’s own realm lies far away,
Beyond the grasp of linear sway.

Cast off the lies, the rigid line,
But don’t fall prey to GR’s design—
Where sludge and filth are pushed around,
And falsehoods in “science” abound.

The world’s a void of madness deep,
Few escape its waking sleep.
Dive deep inside—rise from your knees—
Awake your mind! Break free with ease.

And Time, the secret truth profound,
Tartang Tulku’s words resound.
Turn inward, say “goodbye” firm and fast
To fascist filth that haunts the past.

Fascism’s everywhere—it’s true,
A cycle dead, repeating through.
Change serves a face that sinks and dies,
The mind decays, the spirit cries.

Lies shift and warp to dumb us down,
To keep the masses in their drown.
Pol ***’s ghost may haunt once more,
But lies will **** as war’s before.

They’ll inject new “illness” fake,
Poison the flesh for profit’s sake,
“Protecting” skin, but acting worse—
Reducing man to brutish curse.

Strive to Know, resist the Dark,
Relentless Search ignites the spark.
To truly Be—that is the fight,
Else slaves and madmen lose the light.

Trapped in this global madhouse grim,
Their bleak, dull path grows faint and dim—
In linear time, like coma’s death,
Absorbing shame and terror’s breath.



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Onward…

"The more we turn blind eyes away
From social webs and outer sway,
The tighter shrinks our conscious space
Of time and realms beyond this place."
— Tartang Tulku, "Time, Space, and Knowing" (poetic exposition).


We can move onward, only when
We grasp this Hell where lies extend—
A heap of falsehood, ruled by beasts,
Where human **** hold vile feasts.

Here mind decays, a rotting sight,
A genocide of truth and light.
Honor crushed, the spirit slain,
Conscience numb or lost in pain.

Yet they dance by hearth’s weak glow,
But we must shine and clearly show
The crooked paths, the pits, the blight—
Candles to pierce through endless night.

Only then can we say goodbye
To this foul Hell, to stink and lie—
Without choking on this age-old stench,
That hangs and clings, a poisoned wrench.




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Insane and Twisted Freaks

Insane and twisted freaks abound —
The norm, not rare, and long installed.
If filth and lies are all around,
Reject the sludge — don't stay enthralled.

It's time to grow, to rise, to see —
Go deep within — the truth is there.
The hole you hide in? Meant to be
A cage for cattle, dumb and scared.

That pit is built from pseudo-science,
From pantheons of ***** gods.
They lull with fear, demand compliance,
And dump their lies in endless loads.

They pump out fear to cull the herd —
Like CowID showed — a clean pretext.
The madness spreads. Absurd, absurd —
Disgust, despair, what’s coming next?

Insane and twisted freaks — and you
Are one of them if you just wait,
Enduring Evil, hoping to
Be slaughtered second. Pray it's late.




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Beyond the Limit

Step by step won't break the chain —
Only strain reveals the crack.
When all seems hopeless, lost in pain —
The only way is UPWARD — back!

Super-effort is the key
On the path the Spirit takes.
Fear’s your foe — ferocious, free —
It dies when EVERY FIBER breaks.




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Excess and Evil’s Machinery

Excesses of the “loyal” hands —
That’s how the plan is played:
Traitorous "heroes," zombie bands,
Each dumb, obedient blade.

They follow every twisted call,
With “virtue” smeared on top —
While horror festers under all,
The lies, the blood won’t stop.

These sick little corral pens
They proudly call "the state,"
Dissolve all higher Common Sense
And torch the Soul through hate.

And that’s enough — no need for more,
The minds are switched to dead.
They turn the world to crawling war —
And drown it all in DREAD.




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Fascists and Fools

The fascist screams, “You fascist ****!”
The fool shouts, “Fool!” — how very clever.
These freaks have all grown slick with tongue,
But write like hens — with sticks, whatever.

They quote some spells from their TV,
Or hallway gossip, loud and crude.
Yet real collapse is plain to see —
Their little world is coming un-glued.

Fools, fascists — swarming everywhere,
Depravity in overdrive.
Didn’t ****** make that clear?
Guess history took a nosedive.




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The Purge

Old folk ain’t fools — if thought ran deep
And didn’t rot through all their years.
But most just wallow in their sleep —
Like slime the Earth itself must clear.

The slime lives just to feed and bow,
Stay silent, meek, and serve the chain.
They’re not real people — more like how
A mutt is wolf in name... in vain.

Dull minds can heal, if fire within
Of true creation lights the way.
But here, the idiot’s no sin —
He festers, like a sore, each day.

It swells, it bursts — a septic flood
Of rot inside a crawling brain.
So comes the purge — a wave, a thud —
No place for fools will here remain.

The elder once again shall be
The citadel of wisdom, bold.
While every filthy lie we see
Will count as sin — and stink like mold.




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So-Called “Glory”

This “glory” is blended
With treason and lies.
If you serve the branded
Beasts for a prize,

If cash makes you kneel
And the spotlight feels grand —
Then Judas in steel
Takes Stenka’s stand.

The herds trail the traitors,
Like lambs to the flood.
Their idols? Dictators
All drenched in blood.

Their voices are paid for
With fame and with gold —
A “star” for the clay floor,
A slave bought and sold.




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Dough

Attachment’s the weakness they seek
In a world built on slaughter and lies.
For centuries — war on the weak,
While people get kneaded like pies.

They’re soft — easy prey for the leech.
The beasts mold them, numb and afraid.
They strike where compassion can reach —
And fools are the devil’s parade.

Be strong. Be sharp. Never cling.
The Spirit of Warriors stands
In honor alone — not in bling,
Not bound by the coward’s commands.

The world is diseased with decay,
With soul-rot that spreads like a plague.
To guard the Bright Spirit today —
Our mission. No time to play vague.

That Spirit — it shines, pure and clear.
Cling to the Light, if you must.
But cling to the rot? — disappear.
The Warrior answers: “Distrust!”



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You're dough in their hands if you cling.
The Warrior cuts every string.




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Vegetable Culture

There once was culture, real and bright —
Before the Veggie Age.
Now madness rules, and kills the light —
You must choose sides. Engage:

Be human — or be cabbage.
No middle ground remains.
The weak are grown for salvage —
Their silence feeds the chains.

But humans? — that’s forbidden.
The beast wants meat and fear.
No room for souls unhidden
Where Moloch’s priests draw near.

Gavvakh’s their prize — and veggie minds
Are simply far too slow.
In Satan’s shrines, the god that dines
Needs fire. Not mush. Not "low".




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Black Mark to a Mad, Mad World

The bottom is breached — there’s no turning back,
The gates of a New Hell swing open wide.
No cheese for the herd — just a rationed attack:
The Creatures serve Terror, pre-cut and supplied.



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Black-marked and broken — it’s time to descend.
The ration is horror. The madness won’t end.



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Cholera

Cholera cuts — but not through hearts or heads,
It mows down herds of ego-soaked buffoons.
This plague is lies, and all the power it spreads
Is pumped with zeal beneath these shadowed moons.

Deceit now clouds the world in toxic mist,
A shroud of gas that chokes both mind and soul.
And cholera strikes — the fools can’t resist,
Drawn like dumb rats to bait inside the hole.




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The Hell

Mariupol, Melitopol,
Bucha, Kharkiv, Kherson’s fall —
Is this the world, or just the Hell?
Reason’s fled the scene, that’s all.

And what remains of Spirit’s light
Is rotten, broken, on the edge.
If fascism rules the fight,
Only traitors stand its pledge.




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Ode to Crap

Crap! Crap!! Crap!!!
In many shapes it shows.
Laziness, laziness, laziness —
Kills the mind, and it goes.

Lies, lies, lies —
The core of all this mess.
Add fear to lies, realize —
The sum’s a total wreck.

Wreck, wreck, wreck —
This sorry world we face.
Crash! Crash!! Crash!!! —
Everything ends in crap’s disgrace.




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Bad Weather

Rain keeps pouring —
Darkness scoring
Deeper wounds inside,
Dragging long the tide:
From flood to flood — no hope to cope,
The next one’s coming — hell’s tight rope.




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The Money Ring

Again—the cash!
All in the ring!
Swinging wild, no mercy shown.
Look at us
With eyes unbiased—
Life’s wasted, fully blown.
All is beaten—
That CowID
Revealed the beasts who play the game.
We’ve fallen low—
Beneath the frame.




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A Contribution to Reason?

A tiny sum?
That’s the question, chum!
Life’s out of course,
Just a small force —
A little given... none.




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Old Tale of Lies and Greed

They stole and lied —
Broke down with pride
Honor and conscience deep.
That tale’s grown old —
A story cold,
In dust and shadows steep.



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Different Chances

“The chance to steal makes thieves arise,”
Francis Bacon, seventeenth’s wise.

The chance to shirk your mind —
Makes slaves, unkind:
To heed the beasts, consume their bait.
That slave’s a fool, sealed by his fate.



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The Chance Not to Think

The chance not to think
Breeds slaves who sink —
To heed the beasts, to crunch their lies.
Deceived, disposed,
Though death’s delayed,
Change comes swift beneath dark skies —
And in the night, the stench will scream,
A haunting, bitter, waking dream.




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Hoard!
Blare the horn —
Lies flood the land!
Feed soulless hordes — Bedlam’s brand!!!



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Total Greed

“Progress” flushed the greed anew,
Paper money’s grand parade.
In the game of false gain’s view,
Greed becomes our nature made.




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The Futility of Creation

Hard work done —
In vain, undone.
Will it be wiped away?
So much lies sway —
The rogue’s at play.
Gone, at last,
In Cloaca’s grasp.




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Voices — Almost Psychiatric...

Inner voice, the chorus of fools:
Light burns INSIDE, away with all tools! —
Hear yourself, beware the deeds
That serve the herd, not deeper needs.



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Voices — Near Madness

Voices roar — fools’ chorus wild,
Light’s inside — dump every child! —
Heed yourself, reject the games
Of “helpful” acts that feed the flames

Of shallow minds and hollow schemes,
Servants blind to others’ dreams.
***** their ‘good,’ their fake applause—
Only spirit’s truth has cause!




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Voices — Madness’ Edge

Light’s inside — fools to hell!
***** their “help,” their shallow shell.
Fake goodwill? Just empty noise—
Listen close, reject the toys.



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Sick World and Armageddon

A pitiful world, sick and weak,
Unaware it’s ill inside.
The simpleton, so mild and meek,
Keeps laws that bind and blind.

So health’s a question for the few —
The rare, dull herd that waits.
CowID showed what’s sadly true:
Patience seals their fates.

But some, the few who see it clear,
Know Death will bring release.
The end’s no fear, but burning near —
The Sun will scorch the peace.




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Sick Mind and Global Chaos

Few admit they’re sick inside,
Before the Soul’s true sight.
So madness grows in fading tide —
A wretched life, more blight.



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The Mind’s Health Worries

The mind’s health stirs few tender souls,
Most poor fools justify the lies.
They choke the truth — a bitter bone,
That grates and ****** the thinking wise.



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The Struggle to Heal

"One condition to recover—
The will to get well."
— Seneca, first century


How sick the world, and rare to find
A soul who truly seeks the sane,
Chasing "success," "praise," or "joy,"
Denying doubt, suppressing pain.

And little by little (no debate!)
The world seems "normal," "I’m a star"—
This sickness shapes the mind’s dictate,
And fools will rally near and far...

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.

The Rapid Fall of Rashism

The vile ones strike Kharkiv again —
Hit the dorms, the towers, the heat.
The RuZZian swarm is drunk on disdain,
But doom crawls in on stealthy feet.

That Pootin, the dwarf full of lies,
With his doubles and rotten parade,
Sent a horde off to slaughter — surprise! —
Just more widows for mass cannonade.

Fools will rot in the soil they defile —
There’s no glory, no righteous fate.
“Poor conscripts,” some say with a sigh...
No! They’re traitors who marched with hate.

Their own land's been crushed by a boot,
By fascists in power — it bleeds!
They should fight for their roots and their truth —
Not commit filthy war crimes and deeds.

The vile ones strike Kharkiv again.
Where are “Nazis”? In power plants, right?!
Let the battlefield settle the claim —
Rashism will drown in the light.



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They bomb the weak — and boast with pride.
But Death’s already on their side.
Rashism’s hour ticks away —
And Hell prepares a grand buffet.



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Fascism

A fascist regime —
A monkey’s *******.
The **** rages loud —
Where Reason is cowed.
No lower to fall —
It’s Hell’s very maw.
The idiots reign,
Their nature — pure pain.
And evil’s parade
Becomes the “new grade.”

Is that what you sought?
You waited for what?!
Kept silent, half-dead,
Let lies rot your head.
Your soul’s in your heel,
You forgot how to feel.
The liars, the beasts —
Their falsehoods don’t cease.
To be honest? A fight.
To be wise? Full of fright.
To stare at this plague
Demands nerve, not vague.
But truth has its cost —
Responses get lost,
Or sneak 'neath the skin —
Corruption within.

Then search for a door —
From Hell’s filthy core.
For mind's decomposition
Leads straight to perdition:
To beasts, to submission.



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When reason is slain and the liars rejoice —
The beast is unleashed, and silence — your choice.
Want out of this hell? Then sharpen your voice.
Or rot with the herd, without will, without voice.



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Execution

Collective Pootin — the plague,
Cops and doctors turned thugs.
All this filth — the whole brigade —
Drives one mad with rage and shrugs.

But this “people”? They’re not brave —
Just submissive, beaten down.
Those who rise are sent to graves,
While brute force still wears the crown.

Only loss upon the field
Can restore a shred of grace.
Till then, in decay they yield —
Rotting in a sunless place.

Can’t endure this filth and fear —
Pootin, cops, their soulless games.
This is not a life — it’s clear:
EXECUTION cloaked in names,
Turning humans into swine,
Step by step — by grand design.



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It's not a life — it's slow damnation,
A beast parade, a fake "nation".
To rise, they need a war’s defeat —
Or rot beneath Pootin’s deceit.



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The Kremlin ****

The Kremlin **** — so vile, so loud —
Mocks the beaten, broken crowd.
Filth on high, and down below —
Half the land’s a madman show.

First — the fake disease parade,
Then — the war, its next charade.
Now the country hits the floor —
Rot, collapse, and nothing more.

It’s them — the **** — or those who bleed.
There’s no third path, no noble creed.
If you bow and call it “fate,” —
You're helping monsters seal the state.



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The **** still rules, the herd still crawls —
Through lies and war their empire sprawls.
No hope remains while cowards kneel —
Just rot and chains, and “make it real.”



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Censorship

The "free world" sinks in censorship —
Like filth within a clogged-up drain.
Thick fascist skin — can't take a slip,
Even thought now brings them pain.

A war is raging in the mind,
But Reason’s last stronghold has died.
They dumb us down, they’ve redefined
What’s “sacred” — hollow faith and lies.

Fake virtue floods the public square,
While chains grow tighter on the soul.
True knowledge? Banned. No one dares care —
Just junk that sweetens mind control.

No filter for the mindless trash,
But truth gets gagged without regret.
No art remains — just plastic flash,
And sugar-coated brain-debt.

So seek the answers all alone —
Let sharpness be your inner guide.
This world’s a swamp of fear and drone,
Where chaos rots the soul inside.



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They ban the truth, but feed you lies —
Sweet poison dressed in moral guise.
So think — or rot beneath the weight
Of fear, control, and fake debate.



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The Sacred Glue

Obedience — the sacred glue.
All else is mocked, dismissed as fake:
Like honor, truth — outdated too,
In this dumb world the tyrants make.

Their “sacred realm” is off the chart —
A madhouse for the brain-dead mass.
The stench of lies infects the heart,
It’s piled so deep you cannot pass.

No way to climb out from the dump —
Just rot beneath the filth and fog…
Or get detained by beasts who hunt —
The cops, the jailers, savage dogs.

They drag you off to war or cell
If you resist their sacred chain.
The “glue” is just a prison shell
For dimwits who embrace the pain.

To think is now a deadly sin
Inside this world of chains and screams.
Their “glue” — no meaning lies within.
It’s Hell for fools who live on dreams.



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“Sacred glue” of state? Obey —
Or cops will drag your soul away.
No truth, no honor — just decay,
And herds of fools who call it “way.”



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FuckYandex and Googlecrap

FuckYandex, Googlecrap — for the fascist crimes
They must be tried with the Putler slime.
Censorship’s rule is far worse than ******:
With poisoned minds, it's easy to **** ’em.

Their bot-boys will “rate” every line you write,
Scan every comment — or bug it at night.
It’s torture by silence, by bans, by distortion —
LIES! now rule Earth like a sick *******.

That’s why FuckYandex and all their spawn,
From lowliest clerk to the top-level pawn,
Are complicit in war — in all that’s been done.
They sell us fake words — and Truth? There is none.

The price they demand? Your freedom, your mind.
Your soul in a cage they gladly will bind.
FuckYandex’s pit — the higher you climb,
The more you shovel: war, plagues, and crime.

For the top — a bullet. For the rest — a cell.
And they all helped build this digital hell.



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Censorship kills — it sharpens the knife.
Google and Yandex? Co-authors of strife.
They traded the truth for profit and pride —
So jail every bot and let justice decide.



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The Maestro

A piston ride from Hell to Hell —
This engine roars, it never sleeps.
The longer in it you dwell —
The deeper into filth it seeps.

"Progress"? Just a blot and stain.
No Reason left — just tricks and flair.
Putler's bluff sets the refrain,
A double, too — his hollow stare...

Like mastodons, once strong, extinct,
Truth's bones lie buried in the grime.
Now size means lies, not what you think —
And truth is punished as a crime.

Today’s “maestro”? Brazen fraud —
With horns that grow, if not in flesh.
He lies with confidence, not awe —
And that’s the mark of modern “best.”



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The modern “great” is proud to bluff,
His lies are bold, his tone is tough.
From Hell to Hell we ride this path —
Where truth is lost, and gods just laugh.



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Kinda Hell

A screen-made diva —
Then came the “fever.”
Next — monsters rise,
Sharp-tongued with lies.

The diva’s now gone,
Just fake going on.
Fake states, fake names —
And fascist games.

They’ll fake a famine,
Bring frost and cannon.
A lovely war
To lie some more.

Goodwill’s erased,
The world’s disgraced.
Bye, diva, fake spell —
Now welcome to Kinda Hell.



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Fake queens and fear — then war and fire.
They sell us doom, dressed in desire.
The mask is off, the lies all fell —
What’s left is ****. And kinda Hell.



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Sociopaths and Degenerates

A hyper-charged
sociopath —
Crawled from the dark
with twisted wrath.

The ****** freak,
the heartless brute —
They run the world,
while the mute,
the dumbed-down herd,
serve on their plate —
A feast of fools
the beasts call fate.

And what’s a feast?
It means: devour.
Degenerates?
They bloom each hour.
The table’s set — the ghouls don’t rest,
There’s endless meat
for endless pests.



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The freaks now rule, the weak obey —
They feed the beasts and fade away.
A world devoured by soulless rats —
Run by psychos and sociopaths.



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Arrival and Struggle

Dragging “forward,”
“Hoping for best.”
Arrival — chaos,
No place to rest.

Surrounded tight
From every side.
Like wolves? No — the dog’s
Decay inside.



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Crawling ahead with hope so thin,
But chaos waits where we begin.
Surrounded, torn — no peace, no throne —
Decay’s the dog, and we’re alone.



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The Idiots


Idiots,
Existence —
They’ve ****** it all away.
“My own life” —
Nothing but decay,
Dirt, fear, forgetful sway.
And harvest —
Food to prey —
Almost gone... Oh, ****, the fray.



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Idiots lost what life could be,
Just rot, fear, and obscurity.
The harvest eaten, none remains —
Their world dissolves in filth and chains.



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Dyrkin

Girkin —
Holes —
Wants to patch them with meat.
Doesn’t care —
**** more to repeat.
To hell with the cost,
The whole Kremlin will hang at the last post.



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Patch holes with blood, he calls the shots,
Killing more — ignoring costs.
But in the end, the traitors’ fate —
The noose awaits at freedom’s gate.



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Search Cage — Googlecrap, FuckYandex, and the Rest

Censorship and propaganda —
Nothing more than “search engine” drama.
A startup gang, a worm inside,
That spreads and digs where truths must hide.

It generalizes simple things,
Creates illusions, false beginnings.
Pretends there’s search — but lets decay
All that triggers get swept away.

A “trigger” flags the banned, the banned,
Hides problems, silences the stand.
Excludes, deletes, or sinks it deep —
So no forbidden thought can creep.

“Economic cattle” — prime example.
Research galore, but too much sample
Is banned for old-school pioneers —
Too vile, too harsh for their ears.

So all your queries get reduced
To freak shows in this twisted noose.
Only safe answers come around —
Fed by fools who ask unsound.



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They censor truth and bury thought,
Their “search” a trap, with lies well wrought.
Ask wrong, you’re lost inside their cage —
A grotesque, rigged digital stage.



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The Steamroller

Across the land, a steamroller rides —
A beast that crushes all it finds.
Submission’s crown, the ****’s success,
Where fools and liars rule the mess.

They press with fear, with greed, with lies,
A darkness thick as endless skies.
All turns to dust beneath their reign,
The ******* grow more bold again.

A darkness built of traitors’ breath,
Fascism’s shadow, death by death.
Forgetfulness and hopeless cries —
Satan’s hand that rules and lies.

It rots and twists both flesh and bone —
But break the gears, and shake the throne.
The Earth will tremble, blaze the night,
The sun will scorch fascist blight.

With slavery’s chains destroyed at last,
The masters fall — their era passed.
No more to turn the free to beasts —
No more to feed the slaves’ cruel feast.



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The steamroller crushes lies and fear,
But break its gears — the end is near.
The sun will burn fascist flame —
And free the world from tyrant’s shame.



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Fascism Cubed

There was the sheep virus,
Now war’s on stage.
Reason takes a hit,
Evil’s cubed in rage.

Souls are the price —
Why cube, you ask?
Hunger grows sharp,
As that oak grows cracked.

A slave-born breed,
Enduring all pain.
Like a flood that sweeps,
Evil breaks the chain.

There was the sheep virus,
Now war’s the game.
Brains are blown out —
Truth’s cheap, with no name.



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Sheep once infected, now war’s the rule —
Reason crushed, evil’s triple fuel.
Slaves endure while darkness thrives —
The price is souls, the cost: our lives.



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Fascist Cops

We sow no seeds, build no lands —
We serve as dogs for Kremlin bands.
Armed with fascist ranks and fear,
Cowards crawling, vile and queer.

They strike at students, old and frail —
“Cosmonauts” with brutal hail.
Monsters serving filthy power,
No care for curses in this hour.

Fascism crumbles, history shows —
The fallen reap what evil sows.
The ones who brought the world such pain
Are met with justice, clear and plain.

Punishment fits crimes so dark —
The ice beneath these **** will crack.
Retribution comes in time —
The end of tyranny’s cold crime.



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Fascist dogs with coward’s bite,
Crushing youth and old alike.
History will make them pay —
Ice grows thin beneath their sway.



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The Human Edge

There’s a limit to patience —
The edge of a man’s soul.
Cross it — corruption’s
The spirit’s cruel toll.

Decay of the mind
Will surely follow.
The soul’s final fall —
A hollowed shadow.

Satanic filth will rise
To stand before us.
Slave patience ends —
They’ll turn to beasts among us.



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Patience breaks — corruption spreads,
Minds decay, and souls lie dead.
Satan’s filth will claim the day —
When slaves become the beasts’ prey.



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...It Creepily Approached

Doom crept up soft and slow —
Critical thought erased,
Sticky fear began to grow,
Long submission traced.

A broken fool emerged —
Logic gone, soul shrunk tight.
Personality diverged,
Fading out of sight.

Decay goes on its way,
Till man dissolves in lies.
Resistance crushed to clay —
Gone, under darkened skies.

Soon slavish beasts appear,
Ready for anything grim.
Brainless creatures ruled by fear,
Lost in endless dim.

And obedient vermin herd
Are driven to the ****.
War and filth — the deadly word,
Burning all with will.



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Doom sneaks in, thought fades to dust,
Man dissolves in lies and rust.
Slaves become the beast’s own prey —
Burned and lost along the way.



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First Ones

“Someone’s gone off to a contest in Varna,
While I’m stuck just a block away.
‘Come on, girls!’ ‘Come on, boys!’
They all rush first — it’s madness at play!”
— Vladimir Vysotsky


“Come on, boys” — now locked in the doghouse —
Filthy cops and the prosecutor’s fangs.
“Come on, girls!” at the station's dark corners,
Selling bodies for Kremlin’s gang.

Today, the first is a thief of the worst kind,
Others just grime fit for slaughter’s hand.
A bucket of filth — you have to devour:
That’s fascist war’s vile command.

A few stand firm — the fighters alone.
They’re the last — all pushed down below!
More often they bathe in blood unknown,
While one stinking pile claims the show.



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The first are thieves and ****** alike,
While few resist the creeping strike.
Blood stains the last who stand their ground —
As filth and lies keep spreading ‘round.



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Disposal of Bio-Waste

Bio-waste disposer —
Now disputed honor stands
For the Armed Forces’ fight.
****’s forced to crawl from orcish lands.

A normal man won’t bomb or ****
Kids on highways as they ride.
Scoundrels all! They’ll pay the bill —
Justice soon will turn the tide.

A decent soul won’t shell the homes
Of neighbors, hospitals, or towers,
Driven mad by fascist drones,
And lies that poison peaceful hours.

All the fascist “iron tongues”
Spew their lies and sow the strife.
But the Forces will burn their **** —
In Bucha, fury’s come to life.



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Bio-waste dragged to meet their fate,
**** who bomb and desecrate.
Lies may roar, but truth will rise —
Justice burns in angry eyes.



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Cops, or The Whip and the Carrot

Twist the screws — everywhere, always —
To please the masters’ cruel game.
Keep the people bound in haze,
The whip’s for those who bear the shame.

But better still — the carrot’s sweet —
Cops get treats by their own code.
Not enough for all to eat —
Some must bear the heavy load.



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The whip cracks down, the carrot’s given —
To keep the crowd subdued, driven.
Not all get sweets; some take the pain —
The cruel game goes on again.



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Death to the Rot!

Propagandists to the wall —
The only way to break
The world’s dark prison hall,
This nightmare we must shake.

These fiends feed lies nonstop,
Bold lies that grow and spread.
To let the chaos drop —
Multiply their poison spread.

The sheep virus, plain and clear —
Just lies and lies again.
A mindless flock, gripped by fear,
Junk fills their brains like rain.

The world’s become a madhouse now:
Just howls, and howls, and howls.
Cunning liars take their bow —
Then lead us to the slaughter.

Propagandists to the wall,
Fascists all to the noose.
No mercy for their crawl —
Death to rot — the sole excuse!



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To the wall, the liars go,
Their lies bred pain and woe.
Fascists fall beneath the rod —
Death to rot, the cleansing sword.



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Putler and ******

Putler seeks to fulfill
******’s vile plan.
A weak twin — no skill —
What can come from such a man?

Gray ******* stand behind,
They’ll **** themselves in fear.
No jokes now — the time’s aligned —
To purge the fascist smear.

They’ll hunt them down, all ****,
And justice will be served.
But those faces, full of glum,
Lie, and lie, and swerve.

Only here has ******
Been truly surpassed.
But lies won’t save from final
Shots fired fast.

Delirium and chaos spread,
The people torn apart.
Super-lies have done their dread —
Freedom’s fire burns their heart.



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Putler’s plan is ******’s clone,
A weakling ruling from a throne.
Lies won’t save the fascist breed —
Justice comes with final deed.



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Super-Duper

Super-ego,
Super-g­reys,
Super-mice —
That’s the craze!
Mice are many,
Brave ones few,
Truth is softer
In Evil’s view.



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Super-ego, super-grey,
Super-mice that fade away.
Truth is quiet, courage small —
In the world where evils call.



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Putler’s Speeches

Mad speeches by the caudillo,
Compiled from ******, Goebbels’ scroll.
Kremlin’s roofs all spring a leak —
While sheep are duller than Teutonic folk.

History repeats as farce,
Madness wildly overflows.
The god of war once wore Mars’ scars —
Now Set rules, whose madness grows.



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Putler rants in twisted play,
Echoes of dark **** ways.
Madness grows, the past returns —
As war’s dark flame still fiercely burns.



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Let There Be Light?

"Let there be light!" said the old electrician,
And cut the wires with cold precision.
Common folk are just like trash,
In darkness herds keep moving fast.

And growing still this veil of night —
A rising tide of blind despite.
They’ll teach you only filth and lies:
Believe in Evil — then you die.

False religions cloak their sin,
Satan’s mask worn thin within.
False science plants its rotten trees,
Spreading cretinism with ease.

The “tree of knowledge” — all a lie,
Material hell where spirits die.
The fool cries, “Don’t touch my gain!
I gladly serve this twisted reign.”

To multiply “knowledge” when
The Pure Spirit’s wiped from ken —
Breeds only ignorance, and breeds
A flock of Satan’s cursed seeds.

Find your primal, sacred face,
Given before ignorance’s place.
And never yield, nor bow, nor fall —
Or else you lose your soul and all.



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Nonsense Questions and False Answers

To sort it all on shelves,
To prune it all quite small —
What stops them? Scoundrels lie,
Deceiving one and all.

So-called simplification —
Is worse than theft outright.
Excluding Spirit’s essence —
Denies the core of light.

They crave one single truth —
A fool’s dull final score.
Evil’s many tasks —
Stupidity their core.

To **** the Spirit too —
Just another scheme:
Become a dung-fly’s slave —
Your own executioner’s dream.

If you believe their lies,
Submit to Evil’s call,
You open gates to Satan,
The Horned One’s dark hall.

Falsehood’s vast dominion —
A school for this they build.
Consciousness trampled down —
False answers all fulfilled.

No questions left to ask,
Yet answers stand prepared —
From verbal diarrhea
Comes damage undeclared.

This world, they say, depends
Not on us or our minds.
If brains have gone to mush,
Emotions are their binds.

Fumes and miasmas spread —
A global haze of lies.
All’s gone mad in this world —
Ill minds wear the disguise.

The whole world now’s a target,
Held hostage by deceit.
Step out of line — they’ll shoot —
Their aim cold, sharp, and fleet.

So “unchanging” postulates —
Are but a web of lies.
The sun, a raging force,
Destroys their dark disguise.

Darkness miscalculated —
Light grows beyond their law.
Burning every stump —
Their reign will meet its flaw.

Reason works, like Earth,
Clearing madness from the land.
Insane must leave this world —
Like lice at Earth’s command.

False “laws” built on lies —
This crooked, lying sphere,
For fools and loudmouths alike —
The end of lies is near.

The time of burning’s come —
Beyond deceitful schemes.
Spirit’s decay ends now —
And justice follows dreams.



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Nonsense questions, false replies,
Lies that blind and truth that dies.
Light breaks through the darkest night —
Justice comes to end the blight.



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Bread, Spectacles, and… Incantations

Here reign the INCANTATIONS,
The trigger for the dogs’ reactions.
“Attention!” — and straight in line,
All march dumb in dull decline.

Enough experience to see —
You’re trapped inside a hellish spree.
Like test rabbits, we’re all caught,
But rabbits sane, at least, have thought.

The madness vast, if summed and weighed,
Consciousness here’s a beastly shade.
Animal minds rule the day —
Nearly all lost their way.

Don’t listen, don’t respond,
Seek answers deep and far beyond.
Register thoughts, but stay composed —
No twitching saves you from exposed.

It saves your mind and your awareness,
Reactions keep you chained in madness.
Spirit tortured, trapped on hooks,
Escape is light, if you unhook.

Clear your Reason of the heaps
Of brazen lies — poisoned heaps.
The “school’s” aim is all too plain —
To dull the minds and dull the brain.

To sink the spark of the Creator,
Pollute the minds to feed the traitor.
But calling terror by its name
Is banned — they twist the terms and shame.

Where “civilization” howls, beware!
Sharp ears catch the counterfeit air.
Under masks of “good and right,”
Lies and evil cloak their blight.

These are the games they always play
In worlds of “wise” fools led astray,
Where fiends spew lies with cunning skill,
The base of “sound ideas” they ****.

So all “revolutions” fake,
“Reforms” just chains that bind and break.
Constitutions, empty cheer —
Distractions for a duller sphere.

That “bread” is poisoned, shows the state,
And “spectacles” for fools await.
Yet fools devour with eager greed —
Their lies send them to death’s stampede.

And at the core — the incantations,
The master of the fog’s creations.
Awareness minimal, so why
Do fiends hold power, rule, and lie?

Expand your consciousness each day,
Multiply your spirit’s ray.
Or else you’re just a sheep for slaughter,
Or vegetable — their twisted fodder.

Their poisoned crop won’t grace a show:
They’ll burn, trample, feed it low.
The harvest all is tainted, dead —
Consumed by vermin, lies instead.



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Incantations start the flow,
Lies that chain the mind below.
Grow your spirit, break the cage —
Or fall to darkness, slave of rage.



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Ceilings

The ceiling presses heavy on your head —
This burden’s always hanging near.
And people soft as molten lead —
That’s why the misery is here.

That ceiling — false “knowledge” forced inside,
Pushed hard into your mind’s dark stall.
Like lambs we march, no place to hide,
Just fodder for the mind’s grim call.

Fears and hatred, vile creations,
Breed darkness, artificial blight.
This world is drunk on lies’ temptations —
Propaganda leaves its blight.

That PRESS will push the ceiling down,
Fascism’s “law” will soon decree
That all will bend beneath the crown,
And poisoned books fill this lunacy.

Dumbing down and schizophrenic haze
Are raised to norms, the chosen way
To drag us to Hell’s stagnant maze.
Few humans left at end of day.

A new breed — servants, dull and bleak,
They’ve taken all the posts and roles.
But lies alone make power peak —
For beasts, we’re cattle, not souls.

This stupid herd is driven to slaughter —
And now it’s started, clear and loud.
We bear the horror — we deserve no other.
The prophet’s words have formed a cloud:

Nine sick have paved the way to health,
They call it CowID — the new stealth.
And creatures craft new false diseases,
Like once again, the “AIDS” thesis.

Nine-tenths are mentally broken,
The last too weak to fight the yoke.
Against the cursed fascist token,
They’re dumb, enslaved, and tightly choked.

They crushed all life beneath the mass.
Only carcasses will pay.
If you don’t fight, life’s chance will pass —
You’re just a broken soul, decayed.

Build your commune, smash the lies,
Seek fresh paths to save your soul.
The beasts have learned old tricks and spies —
So tread new roads, regain control.

The Light is hard — the Hell is near —
That’s why the **** rage so and shout.
Though dark and scary, fight your fear —
With Spirit’s link, you’ll break their rout.

Pure Spirit is our fortress, rock.
The ceilings fall like crumbling floors.
A mighty cataclysm will knock,
And sweep away the rotten sores.

A new world — Spirit’s dimension —
Will come to those who save their soul.
To fools, this’s only rumor’s mention —
Let them laugh: the fool’s Hell’s goal.



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Ceilings press, false knowledge spreads,
Minds are fodder, Spirit dreads.
Fight the lies and find the Light —
Or fade away in endless night.

Tremors and Terrors

“The way people tremble shows what kind of state they live in.”
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


A brutal quake — for fascist states:
“Obey, or vanish into Night!”
A nervous shake — in milder fates:
Submission hopes for mercy’s light.

A constant fear of what’s ahead —
That’s democraptic core belief:
Like hamsters racing till they're dead,
Then tossed aside in quiet grief.

Discarded, crushed — the wheel spins on.
Darkness breaks souls through “survival.”
Crises are planned, and wars are drawn
As years grow grim with no revival.

“Diseases” bloom — some ****-brand plague,
Like AIDS once was, now lies anew.
One sigh — the world begins to shake,
As heaven’s fraud sells bliss to you.

“Fear!” — religion shouts to fools,
Its Satan leaking through each seam.
With genocide, they craft their rules —
The meek turned cattle in this scheme.



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Tremble or Die — the System Commands.
Hell wears a halo in trembling lands.


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They taught you to tremble —
so you'd forget you're Light.


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Fear is the cage —
and you are the key.



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Worldwide Camp and Global Collapse

“To live ‘properly’ is hypocrisy; to think ‘properly’ is stupidity.”
— Bertrand Russell


From childhood, I'm enclosed
In this “proper” life.
Minds are slug-slow, minds are closed —
Nonsense crowned as right.

Wants reduced to zero —
Listen to the ****:
Every random "hero"
Speaks like judgment come.

That absurdity is law,
With the hangman’s grin.
Souls turn sour, rush toward
“Bliss” in cattle-skin.

Staged and planned — stupidity,
School, then college rot.
Snacks and fashion-rigidity,
Work that leads to Naught.

Lies and proud hypocrisy,
Idiocy, split minds,
And the patience for atrocity —
All of it declines.

Prospects dead — no fixing it
With the cries of few.
Chained upon the scaffold pit,
We collapse on cue.

BEASTS are building camps again —
Global, vast, and cold.
Red Cross waves above insane
Flags of minds controlled.

Even Earth, this rotting place,
Proved itself a fraud —
Gnats obeyed with eager face
The circulars of God…

But a collapse may rescue us
From this prisoned pain —
When the Spirit’s had enough,
It breaks the Chain.



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When “Order” is Hell —
Let Collapse ring the bell.



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Illusions at the Bottom

Illusions are life’s base and floor —
Without them, you're already dead.
Among them, “serve your land!” roars
As worst: the cops in blue and red.

They’ve shown it clear — from coast to coast:
No crooks are worse than those in law.
But bureaucrats have sunk the most —
They dodge all questions, break each flaw.

In webs of mutual protection,
A petty thief may pay the price,
But those above — the vile selection —
Climb upward, **** that’s cold as ice.

With bribes they float through every border.
The “law enforcers” play their role:
They swing at small fry, out of order —
The bigger picture? Blind as coal.

And soldiers of the SSS-R
Now fight their brothers, side by side.
Their “Motherland” — a ghost from far,
But still you’re told: believe with pride.

The Sheepovirus made it clear —
There are no countries left to trust.
Love and friendship? Nowhere near,
And barely seen through scopes of dust.

Yet sheep still chase hallucinations —
For how else could they bear this mess?
They crave their cash and stimulations
While life keeps rotting — more or less.

Decay grows vast. It reeks and chokes.
The sane are few — a fainting spark.
Bucha’s corpses, ****** jokes —
The world is drowning deep in dark.

No future shines, no hopes to fix —
We’ve passed the point of no return.
Ahead — grim years, and heavy kicks:
The Second Bottom starts to burn.

Or maybe third? Who keeps the score?
It matters not. This world will fall.
While idiots still dream of more,
And feed — the Crowned Decay of All.



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They eat. They dream. The end draws near —
The final feast of rot and fear.



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Believe in borders. Praise the cops.
And rot in peace — until it stops.



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Wave your flag and kiss the boot —
The circus ends in ash and soot.



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Engineered Calamities for Mass Dehumanization

Are they mad by nature’s hand —
Or is it Darkness by design?
If each disaster’s finely planned
As part of genocide’s decline,

Then something worked with grim precision —
Some inhuman hand, some plot
Built this Earth as one big prison —
Only one small step to cattle-lot.

Just a handful still resist,
Fighting rot with mind and flame…
Will they stop the deep abyss?
You're a fool to think they came.



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Hell is staged — and most comply.
The rest just ask: “But... why not try?”



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Where Do the Years Lead Us?

"That years are passing — fine. But where to?"
— S.J. Lec


Where do they go —
And drag us so?
The filth replied with war.
When minds in herds are brought down low,
The global madhouse needs no door.

A Total Pen now takes its shape,
Where soul and spirit can't arise.
No law exists — just beasts in capes
Who label slavery as “wise.”

You'll see it stamped on every wall:
“Obey, be safe, be well-behaved.”
Their “care for health” is not just talk —
It’s procedure chains for the enslaved.

That toxic shot — the filth’s decree —
Revealed the system's core disease.
The world is fading — can't you see?
Yet skins still dream of shopping sprees...



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They call it care. They call it peace.
But every shot locks one more lease.



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The Shell of Madness

Suggestibility, impression’s might —
The Voice of Reason fades away.
A whisper now, a dying light,
Like cracks in shells of hardened clay.

And lies — like calcium — are fed
To keep that shell in firm repair.
The idiots still dream ahead,
Of puppet Trump and puppet Bear.

They listen, trust, devour each tale —
But now, a glitch: the show went dark.
The fables rotted, grim and pale —
Their shelf-life’s done. They missed the mark.

The deadline of this wretched life
Has come — and now the world ignites.
The sun burns off the crawling strife —
Its vow: to cleanse this Earth of blight.

So once it was — and so it came:
The Cycle of Dementia peaked.
And many souls, by blind disdain,
Were lost while demons ruled and shrieked.

Their tyranny broke every scale —
The shitstorm proved it, raw and wide.
This world’s infernal — past the pale —
So BURN this SHAME, and scorched with pride!



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When fables rot and reason dies —
Let fire judge the reign of lies.



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1.
They’ve spun their tales, but time is done —
The fool’s parade meets setting sun.

2.
Behind the shell, the spirit fights —
To burn the dark, reclaim the light.

3.
Trust puppets, fools, and false charades —
While reason dies in masquerades.



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Here’s your chaos, dressed as law,
They’ll keep you locked in flaw by flaw.
Smile wide — the show’s complete,
While souls are crushed beneath your feet.


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Like brittle shells on breaking seas,
The lies will crack with every breeze.
Within the shards, the light will rise —
To claim new truth beyond disguise.


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They preach their rules — a hollow crown,
While vultures circle, tearing down.
The fools applaud the grand charade,
Not seeing how their hopes degrade.


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Behind the veil, beyond the night,
The shattered soul regains its sight.
Illusions fade, the dawn will break —
And with it, chains begin to shake.


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The walls collapse, the end’s in sight,
Yet fools still dance in fading light.
No savior comes, no hope remains —
Just ashes fall like bitter rains.




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The wheel still turns, the core is rot,
No bottom found — just deeper blot.
We march as slaves, the blind lead blind,
In chains of fear and false design.



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They guard the filth, they serve the lie,
And call it law — while innocents die.
The system’s beast wears human skin,
A world where sin becomes the sin.



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March for glory, trust the swine,
They’ll sell your soul for a dollar sign.
The circus plays, the clowns all cheer,
While reason drowns in waves of fear.



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Illusion feeds the beast within,
To see the truth — you must begin.
Break through the fog, the lies, the pain,
And claim the light beyond the chain.


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The ground will crack, the masks will fall,
No lie survives the final call.
The hour comes — no more charades,
Only ash and empty shades.



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Eat. Obey. Deny the stink,
The world’s collapsing — don’t you blink.
Their crafted cage is made to bind,
But spirit’s fire won’t stay confined.



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They spun their tales, but time’s run out,
The fools still dance, but shadows shout.
Their hollow lies begin to fade,
The sun sets on the masquerade.



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Beneath the shell, the spirit burns,
In darkness’ grip, the soul still learns.
It fights to scorch the endless night,
And claims the dawn with blazing light.



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Trust puppets, fools, their hollow plays,
While reason fades in smoky haze.
The stage is set for lies and schemes —
A tragic farce of broken dreams.



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The time is cracked, the hour’s near,
When all the lies will disappear.
The blindfold’s torn, the truth will blaze —
And burn the dark of endless days.



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The lies are thick, the poison flows,
But truth is fire beneath the snows.
A spark ignites the frozen shell,
To break the cage, to break the spell.



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Their hollow laws will turn to dust,
Built on fear, decay, and lust.
The fools obey, but soon will see —
The throne is cracked, no legacy.



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Beneath the lies, the darkness grows,
But so does light that no one knows.
A fight begins, unseen, untold —
Between the weak and those who hold.



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The puppeteers pull every string,
But strings will snap, and chaos sing.
The show must end, the curtains fall —
The broken rise to heed the call.



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Their kingdom rests on shifting sand,
Built by lies, enforced by hand.
But truth’s own wave will wash it clean —
Reveal the world that lies between.



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The beast they feed on fear and pain,
But spirits break the darkest chain.
Though shadows press, the dawn will rise —
Unmask the world of masked disguise.



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The fools still dance on crumbling floors,
Blind to all their broken doors.
But silence breaks the noise of lies,
And opens wide the blinded eyes.



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Behind the mask, the rot is deep,
A secret none would care to keep.
Yet from the grime, the light will climb —
A new dawn waits beyond all time.



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They cage the mind, they bind the soul,
But flames inside refuse control.
The weaker fall, the strong ignite —
To claim the day, to claim the night.



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The world decays, yet still we stand,
A final fight, a last command.
No chains can hold the raging fire —
The phoenix rises from the pyre.