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THE ALLAN FAMILY FUN DAY AT THE SPORTS


YA SEE, WE HAD FUN GOING  TO RAIDERS BACK WHEN THEIR HOME GAMES WAS

AT SEIFFERT OVAL IN QUEANBEYAN, WITH MY MATE LYLE, FRANK AND PAT

AND WE CUT OUR LUNCHES AND PACKED OUR BAGS, GOT OUR FLAGS READY

WITH JUMPERS JUST IN CASE WE GOT COLD, AND OFF TO THE FOOTY WE GO

AND WE YELLED OUT RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP

EVEN IF THEY **** OR NOT, WE STILL BARRACKED FOR THE RAIDERS

WE YELLED OUT

RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP

AND LYLE YELLED BLUE ****** AT THE REFEREE

AND THE LADY BEHIND SAID, CAN YA QUIETEN YA LANGUAGE, THERE IS A LITTLE GIRL HERE

LYLE GOT CRANKY, DUDE AND THEN WE CHEERED OUT

RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP  RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP

AS THE RAIDERS RUN ON ME AND LYLE, YELLED, GO, GO, GO, GO GO GO

AND AS THE RAIDERS SCORED, ME AND LYLE JUMPED UP AND CHEERED, YIPPEE I AY

WE CHEERED GET PFF HIM YA ****** OPPOSITION PLAYER

OR I WILL TAKE YOU TO THE ****** ESTABLISHORY COURT

ME AND PAT, SAID, WHAT THE **** IS AN ESTABLISERY COURT, ANYWAY

WE BROUGHT OUR RADIOS, SO WE CAN HEAR THE STUPID COOMENTATORS

HARTLEY AND PETERS, MAKE FUN OF EACH OTHER

WE WATCHED ALL 3 GRADES, BUDDY

TEASING ONE ANOTHER AS WE GO ABOUT OUR DUTIES OF CHEERING

RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP  RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP

AND WE HAD FUN TEASING ONE ANOTHER

I WAS THE IMAGINATION KING, AND ME AND LYLE ALSO WENT TO

THE CHEER FOR THE BELCONNEN MAGPIES WITH OUR BLACK AND WHITE STREAMERS

AND I CHEERED LOUDLY AND A LADY SAID, WOULD YOU PLEASE SHUT UP

I SAID NEH,  WHY SHOULD I LAD, IT’S A PRBLIC PLACE THIS FOOTY GROUND

AND AT THE CANBERRA COSTAIN CAT MATCH, I YELLED OUT COME ON *****’S

MEANING I WANT THE **** CCHHERGIRLS TO COME OUT

BUT THIS MAN THOUGHT I MEANT ***** CATS, AND SAID SHUT UP IDIOT

LYLE SAID, DON’T WORRY, IF YA WANT TO CHEER THE CHEERLEADERS ON WITH SOME ***

GO FOR IT, TIGER, AND YOU SHOULD CHEER FOR YOUR TEAM AS MUCH AS YA WANT

ME AND LYLE ALSO TOOK CARLA AND HER BROTHER CHRIS TO THE CANNONS

AND WE YELL OUT, CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP

AND EVERY BASKET, LYLE YELLED OUT, A BIG, HOOOORAHHHH

AND ANOTHER CHEER WENT LIKE THIS

HERE WE GO CANNONS, HERE WE GO, CLAP CLAP

HERE WE GO CANNONS HERE WE GO CLAP CLAP

HERE WE GO CANNONS HERE WE GO CLAP CLAP

AND WE RAN OUT AFTER THE CANNONS WON OR LOST ON TO THE COURT, TO HAVE A FEW SHOTS AT THE BASKET

I REMEMBER, I BECAME VERY POPULAR GOING TO SPORTS EVENTS, LIKE THIS

OUR RAID BASKETBALL WENT ONTO THE FIELD ONE DAY

AND THERE WAS A FINAL ON, AND ME, LYLE AND CARLA WAS IN THE SAME ROW

BECAUSE, THE SEATS, WERE SOLD, LYLE’S MUM SAID

BRIAN IS BEING FUNNY, HE IS PLAYING A JOKE ON YOU

BUT IF LYLE WANTS TO TEASE LIKE THAT WITH HIS FAMILY, I DON’T WANT HIS MATESHIP INTO ADULT HOOD

AND ME AND LYLE HAD A FALLING OUT, LYLE SHIPPED OFF TO SALE,

CANNONS ARE NO MORE

RAIDERS GRAND FINAL IS NO MORE

LYLE’S FRIENDSHIP IS NO MORE

OH YEAH IT SEEMS TO GO, YA DON’T KNOW WHAT YA HAD TILL IT’S GONE

YA SEE WITH PARADISE, WE ENDED THESE STUPID MATES

ALL BECAUSE OF A MISTAKE IN 1990, ON GRAND FINAL DAY

I ALWAYS REMEMBERED PLAYING BASKETBALL AND WODEN AND HAVING A DRINK IN THE CLUB AFTERWARDS

IT WAS RADICALLY AWESOME DUDES

I WAS UNDERAGED, BUT I STUCK WITH JUICE

I REMEMBER PAT ORGANISED THIS BIG BBQ IN HIS FLAT

WITH EVERYONE FROM BASKETBALL

AND WE ALL HAD SO MUCH FUN

THANK YOU PATRICK AND LYLE

FOR LETTING ME HAVE MY WONDERFUL LIFE

THANKS DUDES
The raiders show

V parramatta April 14 2019


Hi everyone and welcome to the raiders show where the mighty Canberra raiders are playing the pride of the parramatta eels and seeing the raiders have won 3 lost 1 it is going to be a thrilling match and we start the entertainment with Joel from waramanga

We are the bad and mean green machine fearsome men from the ACT
We will trample over the eels today
And we will hit ‘em fight ‘em
Even if biff wasn’t allowed
I want no red I want no blue
No purple pink or orange too
There is just one colour and
That will do
The fighting men from the green machine
Come on Canberra
We have to win tonight
If we don’t put up a fight
The side will fade away fade away
Like an old rusty coin
We are the bad and mean green machine fighting fit
We are looking mean
As our opponents will be seeing green
When we beat ‘em beat ‘em and that will be the end

Thank you Joel a very good version of the green machine song and now here is Barry from Curtin

Go go the raiders
The mighty green machine
We will be up there fighting
We will never be lean
Come on raiders you are the best
Watch out eels we will put you
To the test
Go go the raiders
Better than the worst
Go go the raiders
I think I see an eel trying to first
That won’t happen because the
Raiders are great
Go raiders go raiders
The team of today
Go go the raiders
Let’s finish the round with a bang
Carn the mighty raiders
Watch the raiders burst up a Bang
That will be the eels when they lose today
Go the mighty raiders mate
Better than the rest

Thank you Barry and yes it will be fantastic to see the raiders win today
And now here Bradley from Dunlop

In an era of upsets
Good and bad can occur
But the mighty Canberra raiders
Will fight right till they are through
With strong players who perform at their best
Those players will put eels to the test
It is going to be great cool and totally rad
The raiders this year have been far from bad
Yes those eels will be at their best
But the raiders are going to put them to the test
You see we are the mighty green machine fast and mean and fighting fit
We ain’t scared of the eels
Not one little bit
Thank you Bradley
And I am saying to you that
Raiders are great
Raiders are strong
They play their best even if the game is long
They will fight the eels
They will never squeal
Come on raiders go go go
Come on raiders
Win on my raiders show
And after this break the start of the match go the raiders the lead we’ll catch ok here is the match between the green machine and the eels

Welcome back to the raiders show and now we have the half time entertainment with Keith from Monash

Yes it started like this, raiders pushing for the try line trying so hard and parramatta trying their best to get tries and when they got their first try they were happy and converted the try to make it 6-0 and the eels were finding it hard to get a try even a forward pass stopped them from breaking through and the raiders
Scored a penalty goal to make it 8-0
At the break go the raiders kick some *** go the raiders show some class
Go the raiders in 2019

Thank you Keith and now jimmy from O’Malley

Come on raiders come on come on
Come on raiders come on
We are the green machine
We are fighting fit in the ACT
If you stop us from finding our feet
We will hit ya hit ya hit ya
The eels will be toast
Croker kicked 2 awesome goals
And the raiders look awesome too
Anyhow
We fight out our aggression
The eels will be a suffering
But who cares we have the half time lead
Come on raiders come on come on
Come on raiders come on
Yes they will win this match and if
We play well the premiership
Which mightn’t be so much
Out of the raiders reach
To win 4 th game tonight will be awesome go raiders go
Thank you jimmy and now
Back to the match go raiders win the 4 th match of the year

Welcome back to the raiders show and what a great win by the raiders
19 to nil, the first time the raiders to nil twice in 5 rounds since 1990, what a win it had turned out to be and now here Harry from Braddon

Go the raiders go the raiders
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
It was a match that was very good
Beating parramatta to nil
It was an interesting match my friend
Go the mighty raiders oh yeah
We had an 8-0 lead at half time And then in the second we just went with it
The eels made too many mistakes
What a game it was go the mighty mighty raiders oh yeah
We have the broncos next week
And if we play like this
There will be a chance
All we need to push ourselves right
And knock the broncos around
Yes that is what we need to do
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
The raiders have played well this year so far will they keep it up

Thank you harry, and let’s hope they keep it up and now here is John from ainslie

Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
What an opening this has turned out
To be
The best start the raiders have had
And holding the eels to nil too yo
What a fantastic win
Let’s pile on the pressure raiders
And knock the broncos back home
We are the green machine
Let’s hope we can show the youth of today why they called us the green machine
I remember back then it was great it was great
Ooh I need to get home at half past 8
But I can sing about the raiders all night
Let’s go to parramatta leagues club
And get in a fight
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders are the team to watch in 2019

Thank you John and now our last entertaining number of the night is Imogen from hawker

Come on raiders
Kick some ***
Come on raiders
Tonight you showed some class
The lord was looking down on you
One try and an almighty 2 and
3 and then a great field goal
Taking the heart out of your soul
I have been a raiders fan
For such a long time
So let’s cheer and cheer
Them over the line
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
Kicking *** tonight

Thank you Imogen and now we must go, see you next week against the broncos let’s hope raiders win 5 well we have to just see and now time for the final curtain see you next time on the raiders show

And now we draw the final curtain
And the raiders won their 4th
Out of 5 games it was like fucken war
And next week we face the broncos
Let’s hope we win, I hope so
We need to celebrate Easter
With a win go the Canberra raiders
Yeseree
See you next week everybody
Hey Barty it is good you won the French open wasn’t it

You see she was just a girl from Ipswich town in the state of Queensland and when she picked up a racket from an early age
I always thought she had it in her blood yeah
You see despite letting her opposition in she still came out on top and the pressure she gave her opposition a headache she was very very good
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
She left tennis to play big bash cricket
For the Brisbane heat yeah
But soon after she got back into the game she loves which is the game of tennis
You see she will deliver an ace
And shock the opposition so bad yeah
Then she will play hit hit games
Right till the end till the point is hers
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Oh yeah come on
C’mon Barty let’s go party
Ooooooh yeah c’mon
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
As we cheer for Barty
Our voices are losing
And all that is fine
Because for the simple reason
She isn’t losing
She has the right mind for winning
Everyone who likes tennis
Will be celebrating her win with alcohol
Whether it is beer or wine or ***** or scotch or something a hell of a lot stronger
Barty clap clap clap
Barty clap clap clap
Congratulations Ashley Barty
For winning the 2019 French open tennis
Sunday morning brumbies


Hello everyone and welcome to Sunday morning brumbies where we are watching the match between the brumbies and the jaguars and here is terry with his jingle

Go the brumbies
You are the best
You will really put the jaguars to the test
You will fight fight fight
Like you will never stop
Go the brumbies
Go go go
You see we are starting to win a few
In the last 2 weeks
We need to win today
To make it very neat
We must win brumbies
We really need it yeah
Let us enjoy your victory
Over a nice cold beer

Thank you terry and now here is Prue with her jingle

Brumbies brumbies brumbies
Oh yeah that is cool
Go the mighty brumbies
Break no rule
The jags won’t know what hit them
At the final siren
The brumbies will play so well, mate
The best they can be
Oh yeah the brumbies
Fight for victory
Fight for victory
If we beat the jaguars
Fight for victory
Fight for victory
We will be the best version of a footy team we could ever be
Go brumbies fight for victory

Thank you Prue and now Sam with his chant

Brumbies clap clap clap
Brumbies clap clap clap
You see as the season is progressing
The brumbies leave their opposition. Second guessing
About whether or not they are good enough to win and win well
Brumbies clap clap clap
Brumbies clap clap clap
We will get close to holding the
Super rugby cup right over their heads
But that is just a pipe dream
First we must beat the jags today
And give the fellas back home
A happy Sunday morning to you

Thank you Sam and now for the first half between the brumbies and jaguars

Welcome back to half time of Sunday morning brumbies and the jaguars hold a very close 2 point lead 17-15
It was a very good match to date and here is Peter cheering along

Brumbies clap clap clap
Brumbies clap clap clap
You see the Saturday night party goers are sleeping in today
Because they partied well last night
Oh yeah we pray
The brumbies are down by just 2
Yes they are playing on our Sunday
Morning which is quite cool
Oops I see someone has awoken
He was a party goer who supports
The brumbies
He was sitting on the couch
But he kept falling asleep
His brain and body fall into a heap
Go brumbies we must win
Show the jags who is boss
Yes we do
Go brumbies we are the best

Thank you Peter and now here is ken

At the end we draw the final curtain
What will be the outcome here
Will the jags hold the lead right
Or are the brumbies good enough
17 to 15 is the score I hope we win
We must fight and fight forever
And we must never never cast the first stone of sin
Go the mighty brumbies
Sunday morning brumbies
Beat the jags beat them well
Do tell us how much you wanna win
****** oath we do

Thanks ken and now the second half between the brumbies and the jaguars

Welcome back to Sunday morning brumbies and I might let Lionel tell you who won

What is wrong with our brumbies team
We lost it 20 to 15
We made too many mistakes mate
That is not good at all
If history has told us much at all
We must reduce our drop *****
But we couldn’t no we didn’t
The brumbies really did fall
What is wrong with brumbies today
They played so ****** ****

Thank you Lionel and here is Daniel with his poem

Fight for victory
The brumbies didn’t do that
We dropped the ball too much mate
Which is a total disgrace
Brumbies are 12 th on the ladder
And they won’t win on my watch
How about we sit down
And talk about what went wrong
You see the brumbies were woeful today they need to pick up their game
Go the jags they won the match
What a win it was

Thank you Daniel and now we have to say goodbye so congratulations to the jaguars over the brumbies here is the final curtain song

And now we draw the final curtain
The brumbies lost but well done to jags
The brumbies made too many mistakes
But take no credit away from jagulars
It was only 5 points though
Our performance saw it more
We must get back to our winning run soon
Or we will look like a pack of *****
See you next time the brumbies play

Jagulars 20
Brumbies.15
THE ALLAN FAMILY STORY


YOU SEE BRIAN ALLAN WHO WAS BEING TRAPPED BY THIS TRAPPER DUDE

DECIDED HE WILL TRY AND BE A YOUNG DUDE AND GO TO THE NIGHTCLUB

AND SINK A FEW JIM BEAMs DOWN HIM, MIND YOU, EVERYONE WAS CELEBRATING

THEIR SUCCESSES AND FAILURES AWAY LIKE NOTHING FLAMING ELSE AND

BRIAN WAS SO MUCH INTO ASKING HIS MATE PAT TO GO TO THE NIGHTCLUB

WITH HIM, BUT HE WAS SO MUCH INTO GOING TO THE AUSSIE DAY BBQ, WITH HIS

FAMILY, AND WHETHER THAT WAS A LIE OR NOT, BRIAN ALLAN DIDN’T CARE, AFTER

NOT UNDERSTANDING 5 TIMES, HE FINALLY RESPECTIED PAT, CAUSE, HIM AND PAT HAD

A LOT OF FUN TOGETHER, YOU SEE WE BLASTED HEAVY METAL, LIKE TWO WILD MENS KIDS DO

AND I REMEMBER AS WE WALKED DOWN THE ROAD WITH OUR STEREOS, SINGING

ELO’S DON’T BRING ME DOWN OR TWISTED SISTER’S WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT

AND ME AND PAT WERE BLASTING THIS MUSIC TO WAKE UP THE OLD TIMERS

THEN BRIAN ALLAN WAS WALKING HOME, AND WAS A BIT WORRIED ABOUT BEING MUGGED

LIKE ALL YOUNG DUDES DO, ASKED HIS MATE PAT TO WALK WITH HIM, YA SEE IT’S NORMAL

FOR PEOPLE TO BE SCARED OF THIS, AND ESPECIALLY WHEN MY LAST 2 LIVES WERE TAKEN FROM

THE EARTH AT AGE 8, THAT IS WHY I LIED LIKE THAT, YOU CAN’T CHANGE THE PAST, SO WE PLAYED

OUR MUSIC LOUDLY, SAYING WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT, WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT

WE’RE NOT GOING TO TAKE IT, ANYMORE, YOU SEE WE HAVE THE RIGHT TO CHOOSE IT

YOU SEE WE HAVE POWER, AND THIS ARMY MAN WILL USE IT, TO SAY WHAT HE WANTS, IS THAT I DON’T BELONG

AND WE’LL HEAD OFF TO BARACK FOR THE CANBERRA RAIDERS, AND THE CANNONS, AND CHEER FOREVER

SAYING, RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP RAIDERS CLAP CLAP CLAP

AND THE SAME HANDCLAPS FOR THE CANNONS,

CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP CANNONS CLAP CLAP CLAP CLAP

AND BRIAN WAS BLASTING BRIAN’S STEREO REALLY LOUDLY, ON THE MUSI OF MOTORHEAD AND TWISTED SISTER

AND THEN BLASTED THE MUSIC OF JIMMY BARNES AND NOISEWORKS, AS WELL AS THE ROLLING STONES

EVEN ROD STEWART, GOT A MENTION TOO, JUMPING JACK FLASH IS A GAS GAS GAS

YA SEE BRIAN ALLAN HAD FUN WITH PAT, BEING SHOWN ALL OF PAT’S HEAVY METAL TASTES

YOU SEE HEAVY METAL IS REALLY REALLY COOL DUDES

AND AT THAT TIME, THE ONE THING I LIKED ABOUT HAVING PAT AS A MATE, IS HE NEVER GOT REALLY CRANKY AT MY FACE

I READ INTO A TIME HE WAS SICK OF ME, BUT HE WAS NICE ENOUGH TO KEEP HIS TEMPER DOWN, I ADMIRE THAT

I AM NOT LIKE MILHOUSE, I AM NOT WANTING TO AT LEAST LOOK GAY

NOT THAT THERE IS ANYTHING WRONG WITH BEING GAY, IT’S JUST NOT ME TO BE GAY

ME AND PAT WERE TWO HEAVY METAL JUNKIES, AND NOW I AM A YOUTUBE ******

YA KNOW, I SHOW THE WORLD HOW MUCH I WANNA PARTY, I AM NOT LIKE MILLHOUSE FROM THE SIMPSONS

EVEN IF YA WANNA BE LIKE NELSON FROM THE SIMPSONS

I HEAR DEAD PEOPLE, I CAN SEE THE DEAD, I AM A BUDDHIST WHO BELIEVES IN REINCARNATION

I SEE DAD IN THE BODY OF ELIZABETH CAMPBELL,

YA SEE ME AND PAT LAUGHED AT ALL THE CRAZY PEOPLE AT OUR SCHOOL, IT WAS ****** FUN, DUDES

ME AND PAT, PARTIED, ALL THE NIGHT, GOING TO NEW YEARS PARTIES AND TO *** BLACK AMUSEMENT ARCADES

AND MANY MANY MORE, WE WERE COOL KIDS THE COOLEST KIDS AROUND THE COOLEST KIDS THAT YOU HAVE EVER SEEN

WE DRINK JIM BEAMS AND A FEW NICE COLD BEERS, AND CHUCKING METHANE ALL OVER THE DEAD

THERE IS NO SUCH THING AS DEATH, EVERYONE REINCARNATES WHETHER THEY LIKE IT OR NOT

I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A COKE WITH PATRICK, I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A COKE WITH PAT

WE DRINK IN MODERATION, AND WE GOT HOME AND TRIPPED OVER OUR CAT

WE DRINK IN THE TOWN AND COUNTRY, TO GET THE ATMOSPHERE SO RIGHT

I WOULD LOVE TO HAVE A COKE WITH PATRICK, AND PARTY INTO THE NIGHT

YEAH, BRIAN AND PAT, 2 HEAVY METAL WANNABES, FROM THE 1980’S, D U D E S
Brumbies night live

ACT v lions


Hi dudes and welcome to gio stadium
Where the mighty brumbies will be trying to win after some terrible performances they have had and mate it is going to be a great match
No matter who wins and the brumbies who are number 4 in the Australiasian conference and we have to hope that they have the power to best the lions this evening on brumbies night live
With the last win from the brumbies being on March 15, and they are bound to win tonight and mate it should be cool, our first entertainer is George from red hill
Take it away George

Coming out tonight
With a lot of power
The mighty mighty brumbies
The team of the hour
They will beat the odds
Never giving up
Come on brumbies
You must win yes please be the best
Brumbies team brumbies team
They must fight hard tonight
Knock the lions completely out
And pile on the tries
Brumbies team brumbies team
Will we win tonight
Come on brumbies players
Please put on a fight right

Thank you George and tonight brumbies night live will be great
If brumbies win and not lose and now here is Peter from cook



Go brumbies we will fight them
Go brumbies we will never lose
Never, brumbies will win tonight
Go brumbies this is footy
The big game they play in heaven yeah
Brumbies we must win tonight
Go brumbies beat the lions
On our home we need to win
Yeah mate we must win oh yeah
With our players playing average
In other games
Our last win was March 15
Come on brumbies we must win
Come on brumbies we will win
If we put our mind to it
Get our mindset right yeah
Come on brumbies
We must beat the lions
Yeah we will win if we play well enough yeah we will win hope-ful-ly
Yes we are the team of the week
If we win tonight
Go brumbies we must win yeah
Go brumbies we will beat South Africa
Yeah dude we will be triumphant yeah
Go brumbies

Thank you Peter and lets hope brumbies win tonight and if our mindset as you put it is right we will win and win well

And now here is John from Casey



Come on the brumbies
We need to be triumphant
We need to show South Africa
Who is boss
Come on the brumbies
Hopefully we won’t lose this
Cause if we do our adrenaline
Will be pushed right down oh yeah
Come on the brumbies
The lions will be waiting
But we must win
Never ever give in
Because it must be our turn
Dance goes the cheer girls
And cheering goes brumby jack
As the brumbies are superb
Yes we will win oh yeah
And the team to win tonight
Will be the mighty brumbies

Thank you John and I hope the brumbies are listening because mate
They are due for a win and if they are good enough they will win battle and conquer and now here is rick from kaleen with a brumby rap



Yo hey brumby team
The best team at the GIO yeah
We will fight we will say
That we will beat the lions hands down
Come on hey brumbies team
Everyone will cheer you as you take the field
With the crowd going brumbies Clap clap clap brumbies clap clap clap
Brumbies clap clap clap right from start to finish
You see brumbies we beat the tahs
At their own game yeah we are cool
We haven’t won since then
But the lions tonight will be our feast
We will trample all over them
And say brumbies clap clap clap
Brumbies clap clap clap
Right till the very end
Go brumbies yo from start to finish
Duuuuuuuuddddddeeeeee!!!!!

Thank you rick and that was a cool rap beat for the mighty brumby team
And I hope they win against the lions tonight and now here is harriett from
Deakin


Brumbies team show the crowd a good time
Brumbies team show us how you win
Pile on the the tries
Make sure you never look like losing
Never lose go the brumbies team
Brumbies team fight till the final
Siren mate show us your style
Come on brumbies we must win this evening come on mate we must win oh yeah
You see the brumbies and lions meet this evening who will win
Who will ****** win
Everyone cheers for the brumbies this evening at 9-30 we will know the result
Brumbies team we will win this evening
Brumbies team we will win this game
We must fight we will conquer to be the best overall you see we are the best

Thank you harriett and that was a great song about the brumbies hopefully winning well let’s hope the beat the lions and very soon we will be watching the kickoff between the brumbies and the lions
Go brumbies

And welcome back and we are about to start this brumbies night live match
Against the lions from South Africa
Go brumbies go brumbies win this match
Come on brumbies we need to win this yeah we do and we will
Well, I hope anyway go brumbies

Welcome to half time and the mighty brumbies are leading at the half time break by 19 points to 8 and this is a crackerjack game of rugby mate and now for our half time entertainment and first of all is Gordon from Macgregor

Yes mate we were down and
I felt bad when the lions started well
And scored the first try
But the conversion was missed
And the brumbies got in
And with their successful conversion
We lead 7-5 but the lions were given
A penalty to the lions mate made the lions retake the lead but
We stuck at our guns at 8-7 down
And we pushed ourselves to the limit
Then we scored a great try
And again we converted it 14-8 was the score the lions tried to put pressure on us but we stuck at our guns and scored a unconverted try
It was 19 points to 8 at half time
And what do you reckon brumbies fans are we going to give up I say
No fear
Thank you for the summary Gordon
And now here is olly from Fraser
Go the brumbies win win win
Go the brumbies win every time
When we play so late at night
We have to see whether we can put up a fight
Go the brumbies win oh win
Go the brumbies make sure
You don’t give up this lead
Thank you olly and now it is time to
Start the second half
Go brumbies
Kick some ***
Go brumbies
Show some class
Come on brumbies win against the lions

Welcome back and it is full time at gio stadium and the brumbies beat the lions by 31 points to 20 after a very good second half of 12 - all the deadlock couldn’t be broken and here is Patrick from wanniassa

Here comes the brumbies
Here comes the brumbies
The ACT brumbies
Beating the lions 31 points to 20
What a picnic
Here comes the brumbies
Here comes the brumbies
The ACT brumbies
It was a very good win indeed mate
Those mighty brumbies won and the crowd is happy
Like a real smart happy Chappy
Here comes the brumbies
Here comes the brumbies
The ACT brumbies
We provided the best entertainment
You have a ever seen
Yes we had a picnic
Go the brumbies
Go the brumbies
We are the champions
Of the territory of the ACT
Especially tonight yeah
Go the mighty brumbies
Go the mighty brumbies
We will provide some of the best
Performances of the super rugby
Oh yeah what a picnic
Go brumbies you are the best

Thank you Patrick and now we cross to the brumbies cheer squad
Brad and Thomas and Daniel to cheer like they have never cheered before

Hi everyone at the brumbies game
I hope you enjoyed us win 31-20 mate
We put the pressure on the lions
Keeping above them anyway we want
They scored the first try converted it to trail by 4 but we piled on tries and
Won by 11 and the second half was 12 all dude, what a match this turned out to be and the lions tried and tried and tried but we were better tonight oh yeah, thank god I nearly died
As the crowd yelled so loud
The brumbies supporters stood up
Nice and proud and we had a good mindset tonight better than the lions
But the lions still played well
But we were better really really cool better mate yeah mate yeah
Go the brumbies on brumbies night live kick ***, go brumbies

Thank you brad and Thomas and Daniel and yes it was a great win by the brumbies and it was a 12-all second half and thank Christ brumbies lead the first half and now here is Pete from Melba

Go the brumbies go the brumbies
We won yeseree
Come on brumbies
Come on brumbies
This night was ours oh yeah
It was an even second half
But the brumbies still was leading
Yes and we cut the lions in two
And their hearts were a bleeding
But lions played well
But not well enough
Go the brumbies go the brumbies
We’re the best in the super rugby
Well on our good day, mate
Go the mighty brumbies
We are the champs of gio
But hopefully we can win more
To show today was no fluke

Thank you Pete and now it is time to go, so here is our final curtain song

As we draw the final curtain
And it is the brumbies on top oh yeah
Time to head out to go to our houses
While the wild ones have their beer
It was a very good match
The lions were displaying pressure yeah but the 12-all second half meant
The brumbies are the best
Oh yeah bow bow
Yes, the brumbies are the best
See you next time we have brumbies night live
Jacqueline Anne Feb 2015
Autistically
speaking
I applaud
your intelligence!

flap flap
clap clap

when you
don't think
before
you think

flap flap
clap clap

or open your
*******
******* mouth!

and disparage
and belittle
those with

a learning
disability.

But then maybe
It's you who is
disabled
as you don't
seem able to
distinguish
between what
is right and wrong
what is cruel and kind

flap flap
clap clap

in your ignorance
you are blind
and your
intellectual mind
is a snob
of the worse kind

Looking down
from your high brow
because you
are so clever

I forget
Let's all applaud
and you can remark
(Out of context of course)
that they're all ******* retards

flap flap
clap clap

Well aren't you hard!
You bully when
you say

the dimwits
and the morons,
unloveable,
undateable,
unwanted,
a drain of society
they should all be
put down.

Not somebody
you would choose
to be friends with
or if you did
it would be so you
take advantage of
an idiots good nature
and pure heart!

flap flap
clap clap

Or so you
could look good
in comparison
to them
and maybe it
would knock your
own IQ up
a number or two!

Your average ******
could teach you a
thing about numbers
if you asked them

And you wouldn't want
your own kids
playing
with them
incase they catch it....

Catch what?....
the ability to be
awesome
to think outside
the box
to see feel and
understand
and experience
the world and
people in a
completely
unheard of way.
To smell colours
and taste words,
and your inability
to deviate from
anything other
than your narrow
little mind
really is absurd!

So let's all clap
and flap flap
flap flap flap
and maybe
shriek a bit too!

They are the true
freethinkers
the true misfits
the pure and
the truly blessed

They are
the ones
the people
who are
"different"
"Individual"
as you
would like
to be

flap flap
clap clap
You ignorant ****!

Autistically speaking

Who's the ****** now?



©Jacqui Slade
if you're stressed out and you know it clap your hands
clap clap
if you need constant reassurance clap your hands
clap clap
if your life is just a wreck and you're really tired of it
if you're depressed and anxious clap your hands
*clap clap
Jasmine Reid Mar 2018
If you’re depressed and wanna **** yourself clap your hands
clap clap
If you’re depressed and wanna **** yourself clap you hands
clap clap
If you’re depressed and you know it and you really wanna show it,
If you’re depressed and wanna **** yourself clap your hands
*clap clap
Just saying.
Lauren Dec 2018
Procrastination
(Clap, Clap, Clap)
Sixty-four
(Clap, Clap, Clap)
No repeats
(Clap, Clap, Clap)
Or hesitations

I go first
You go second.
Do we attempt
this ungodly mess?

Mountains and mountains
of ten-page study guides
A presentation Friday
Jesus Christ!

Do I study?
Should I sleep?
I don’t know
It’s all too much.
(Clap, Clap, Clap)
brian has a knife to his neck



today is a horrible day for brian, well, not that horrible, well he went to

the baseball, with cath and michelle from his work, and they all went for

the local team which was the canberra cavalry, and every time the cavalry

scored a home run, brian, cath and michelle would cheer very loudly,

cavalry clap clap clap, cavalry clap clap clap, cavalry clap clap clap

and the cavalry didn’t disappoint their supporters in this match, and

then the hit a beautiful home run and cath caught it, what a absolute whopper

and she said, that she will give it to her 12 year old son, and then daniel sat near

brian and said you are too woosey to be a man like this, how about we leave now

so i can hold a knife to your neck, i don’t want to harm you, i just want to have

a piece of you with each of us, brian said, no, i am watching the baseball, can’t

you understand this, and daniel said, no, i can’t understand why you can’t come

with me, you are too woosey to be a family person anyway, buddy, and brian just sat there

and then young micheal sat next to brian, and he had a little pocket knife, with him

and mate, he was very inexperienced with knives, like he often put a knife at people’s

necks, as if it was a special game or something, and after the game was over, brian

said goodbye to cath and michelle and ran off towards the bus, and daniel followed him

with his pocket knife, if brian stopped, the knife would go straight through his neck, and

as usual, brian was scared that daniel was going to **** him, and ran home saying

leave me alone leave me alone, i am a cool kid, i went out with people from my work

and i don’t deserve what you are doing to me, and brian got home and locked his door

and daniel yelled through his door, saying open up little woosey, you aren’t like the adults,

open up little woosey, you aren’t like adults, and brian went to bed, and the next morning

brian got up and went to work and micheal was in the front, playing with his pocket knife

while daniel was in the back, playing with his pocket knife, and brian hates the idea

of dying, but every time daniel picked up his pocket knife, he would hold it to brian’s neck and

say, come on little woosey, allow me to stab you, man, allow me to stab you, and brian’s mate

from 1989  was screaming through houses,,saying shut up, every time brian tried to be a family

person, despite not really meaning to do that, he just did that to make the other young dudes to like him

and brian massaged nicheals neck, and micheal said, stop it, or i will get this knife, and put it right to

your neck and then daniel jumped into the back seat and said, come on little woosey, except me

as i am holding this knife to ya, i want to scare you off from being a family person, cause youy

are too woosey to be a family person anyway, brian, and daniel picked up the pocket knife and

said, i will stab you woosey, brian said, i am a famous family person, and daniel said, yeah, a

family person to a ****, yeah and famous only to your mothers eyes, only, if you try and be like us, brian

i will get this knife and stab you in the neck, cause you are a little trouble making woosey, and

brian said, leave me alone, i am reformed, i haven’t done a crime for years, and this person

said, no you are not reformed buddy, be like us buddy, your not reformed brian, brian said

i am reformed, it’s daniel and micheal that need to be reformed, and you need to be reformed

too, and then daniel held a knife to brian’s neck and said you ain’t a man, your too woosey

to be a man, your not reformed brian, and brian said, i am so reformed, i don’t need this

awful treatment i am getting from you, you see micheal was playing with his pocket knife

he looked like bart simpson, and daniel kept on holding the knife to brian’s head saying

no your not, you ain’t reformed, buddy, you are a little woosey, and brian screamed out

I AM NOT A LITTLE WOOSEY, I AM FAMILY PERSON, WOULD YOU STOP TREATING ME

LIKE A HOOLIGAN, I HATE HAVING A POCKET KNIFE TO MY HEAD, IT’S NOT A FUCKEN PRISON

brian was horrified that daniel was going to **** him, and micheal wasn’t that gentle with his pocket knife either

and brian said, it’s not a prison, and then said, please don’t treat me like a little woosey, for i am a family person

and then brian jumped out of the window, saying, I AM REFORMED, please leave me the **** alone, and

then brian took off through the paddock, back to his house, and never saw daniel and micheal again,

good riddens to bad ******* thought brian, as brian sat in his house watching foxtel thinking about how stupid micheal and

daniel are, the end
Infantilism

The “culture’s” infantility
Is no random accident—
Halfwits mixed with senility,
Aging fools instead of men.

Where responsibility is gone,
Slavery shows its naked face:
Dictators claim the duty, drawn
To guard their spawn of dumb disgrace.

Half-child minds, forever blind—
Evil rules with such delight.
Only few will dare to find
Doubts, reflections, sharper sight.

Infant herds of twisted creatures
March in columns to their death:
Play at war, inject their features
With cheap poison, falsehood’s breath.

Dumbing down these human wrecks,
Torn within, a broken core—
That’s an industry. To flex
Is to fight, or sink once more

Into weak-mouthed idiocy:
“Infantile” sounds soft and mild,
But the vast collective lunacy
Is the tyrant’s darling child.

And among them swarm the twisted—
Schizoids, psychos, every kind.
Reptiloids, a clique enlisted,
Raise their stakes with ease of mind.

Much intrigue is not required
When two-thirds are simply fools.
Those with brains are worn, expired,
Dragging on by ragged rules.

If the wise don’t stand together,
Doom will come without delay:
Hell on earth, insane forever—
No Kali-yuga need to say.



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1.
Infant herds obey the lie,
Marching cheerful to the die.

2.
Slaves of madness, blind and weak—
Hell is closer than you think.

3.
Halfwit crowds in idiot thrall,
One by one they make us fall.

4.
If the wise don’t rise, unite—
Darkness wins without a fight.



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1.
Infant freaks with vacant eyes,
Begging tyrants for their lies.

2.
Cattle cheer their own demise,
Clapping while the hangman ties.

3.
Dumb deformities in line,
Dream of poison, call it “fine.”

4.
Idiots in endless bands,
Lick the boots that crush their hands.



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1.
Infant slaves —
Graves in waves.

2.
Cattle cheer —
Hell is near.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
Think — or sink.

5.
Unite, or die.



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1.
Infant slaves —
March to graves.

2.
Cattle cheer,
Hell is here.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
No more lies —
Tyrants die.

5.
Think — or sink,
Stand — or shrink.

6.
Blind submission,
Damnation’s mission.

7.
Boots they kiss,
Into abyss.

8.
Madness reigns,
Blood in chains.

9.
Crowds decay,
Truth away.

10.
Slave or free —
Choice is key.

11.
Unite, or fall,
No hope at all.

12.
Rise and fight,
Or lose the night.



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1.
Clap, you sheep —
Die in sleep.

2.
Cheer the lies,
Close your eyes.

3.
Crawl to war,
Beg for more.

4.
Praise the chain,
Love your pain.

5.
Drink the dirt,
Call it “worth.”

6.
Sing your doom,
Fill the tomb.

7.
Bleat with pride,
March and hide.

8.
Kiss the whip,
Enjoy the trip.

9.
Hail the fraud,
Curse your God.

10.
Smile and cheer,
The end is near.



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1. Sheep don’t think — they stink.
2. Idiots clap while they rot.
3. Blind herds make fine meat.
4. Fools love their chains.
5. Slaves beg for whips.
6. Cattle pray to knives.
7. Marching apes applaud decay.
8. Trash adores its tyrant.
9. Weaklings worship mud.
10. Herds howl, masters grin.



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1. Apes in suits clap the whip.
2. Donkeys quote the news with pride.
3. Pigs salute their butcher.
4. Frogs drown, singing hymns.
5. Worms debate about the sky.
6. Monkeys vote for cages.
7. Rats applaud the poison.
8. Sheep brag about the slaughterhouse.
9. Cows cheer at the burning barn.
10. Chickens praise the fox.



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1. #SheepLogic
2. #MarchToSlaughter
3. #ApplaudYourChains
4. #CattleObedience
5. #BlindAndProud
6. #WhipKissers
7. #DumbByChoice
8. #ClapForDecay
9. #SlaveMentality
10. #HellParade
11. #ObeyAndDie
12. #WorshipTheWhip



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1. NO GODS, NO MASTERS.
2. BURN THE THRONE.
3. SLAVES DIE LOUD.
4. THINK — OR CHOKE.
5. YOUR FEAR, THEIR POWER.
6. CHAINS = CHOICE.
7. SILENCE IS BLOOD.
8. HELL IS HERE.
9. OBEY = DECAY.
10. FIGHT BACK, OR ROT.



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1. CHEER FOR CHAINS.
2. LOVE YOUR WHIP.
3. PRAISE THE POISON.
4. HAIL THE HANDCUFF.
5. CLAP FOR ROT.
6. ADMIRE YOUR CAGE.
7. WORSHIP THE FOX.
8. KISS THE BOOT.
9. CHEER THE SLAVE.
10. APPLAUD YOUR GRAVE.



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The Limit of the Fall

Mad slaves have reached
The limit of their fall:
Battle horns have screamed,
Rot spreads over all.

The soul is torn to shreds—
Soullessness rules supreme.
Only the piglet’s squeal
Controls this hellish scheme.

And to make men cattle
Those devils strain and try—
Not just with lies or whips,
But much more rarely die.

Fear of death is needless,
Better than that “life”
Where all the sheep together
Are herded, slime and strife.

This is the stench of propaganda:
Fascist rot in bloom,
Screaming, torn and gurgling—
Total lies consume the room.

Madness overflows,
And slavery chills the soul.
Everything here’s fallen,
Only fire can make it whole.

And there—the Sun begins,
Stronger with every day;
Its Fire will burn alive
The **** who lost their way.

No need to rage at harsh verse,
Who dares to fight? So few…
The chasm where they’ve fallen
Is deep, but something new.

The soul of just a few remains,
Only such can build again;
Those tormented by fate,
Yet never crushed in pain.

Idiots are destroyed,
Evil struck with blitz—
Blitzkriegs, false diseases,
All the world’s rotten sh#t.

Sunlight burst, shine brighter!—
Burn the stupid stump to bits.



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Mad slaves have hit the floor,
Sunlight burns the **** once more.
Blitz the fools, scorch the rot,
Only fire cleans this blot.



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Soulless pigs hit the ground,
Sun’s fire screams all around.
Blitz the fools, burn the waste,
No mercy for the paste.

---

Madness rules, slaves decay,
Sunlight scorches all the way.
Idiots fry, rot turns to ash,
Only fire makes a clash.

---

The herd falls, screams and cries,
Sun ignites their cowardly lies.
Blitz and burn, no time to stall,
Only fire cleans it all.

---

Fools are crushed, the rot runs deep,
Sunlight wakes what slumbered sleep.
Blaze the ****, scorch the dumb,
Only fire leaves no crumb.



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1. Slaves hit bottom—Sun strikes back.
2. Rot screams loud—fire’s attack.
3. Foolish herd—scorched and gone.
4. Soulless pigs—burn at dawn.
5. Idiots fall—blaze the rot.
6. **** ignites—fear forgot.
7. Herds decay—Sun rips through.
8. Evil dies—fire’s due.
9. Sheep obey—ash remains.
10. Only fire—breaks the chains.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—burnt and blind.
2. Clap for chains—don’t use your mind.
3. Herds obey—ash is fine.
4. Worship rot—drink the slime.
5. Bow, you fools—Sun won’t wait.
6. Praise your whip—scream your fate.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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Fascist Deals

Fascist deals—
Idiot plus clouds of lies:
Idiots quickly turn to vermin,
Fascist mirages rise.

Tested through the ages,
The usual genocide,
With bursts of heated rounds,
Swift chaos at its side.

The idiot joins the army,
Attacks the same as he,
Claims the “Aryan” banner,
Faces only rabble’s spree.

The problem lies elsewhere—
You’re rabble if a fool.
Their inhuman rulers ****,
Fueling them as tools.

With rotten propaganda,
And promises of lush domain,
The “people” turn to bandits,
The Führer’s power unchained.

Wars will pass, of course,
Idiots thinned and bled.
But genocide’s slow carnage
Leaves ruin widespread.

Slow but certain, eternal—
This is fascism’s fate.
In minds, only lies and filth—
Sadism innate.

It never leaves the mind,
And the psychopathic thrive,
Always seizing power,
Leaving reason barely alive.

Only through autonomous life
Can one withstand the reign,
Reduce the fascist power,
And let the wise remain.

Build communities, harness
Forbidden energy’s flow.
Fail to strive with diligence—
And devils will run the show.



---------------------




Idiots march, lies in hand,
Führers rise, the rabble stand.
Fight with mind, resist their sway—
Only reason lights the way.



---------------------




Fools obey, lies take flight,
Fascist power rules the night.
Think and act—or rot in chains,
Only reason breaks their reigns.

---

Idiots breed, the Führer grins,
Rabble fights, the madness wins.
Stand with mind, refuse their lie,
Sun of truth will scorch the sky.

---

Marching sheep, the lies expand,
Rulers feast on ruined land.
Fight the herd, ignite the spark,
Only reason lights the dark.

---

Fools in line, their hearts are blind,
Fascist lies enslave the mind.
Rise and think, or fall in heaps,
Reason wakes while evil sleeps.



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1. Idiots march—power thrives.
2. Fools obey—reason dies.
3. Rabble cheers—devils grin.
4. Lies in line—hell begins.
5. Marching sheep—chains for all.
6. Führer rises—watch them fall.
7. Blind herd obeys—truth burns.
8. Madness rules—no one learns.
9. Idiots lead—brains stay mute.
10. Resist with mind—escape the brute.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—devils smile.
2. Clap for lies—don’t think a mile.
3. Herd obeys—ash is sweet.
4. Worship rot—kiss your seat.
5. Bow, you fools—leader’s king.
6. Praise your whip—joyous sting.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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1. BURN THE LIES.
2. NO MORE SHEEP.
3. THINK OR DIE.
4. DEVILS RULE? NOT.
5. CLAP FOR CHAINS.
6. FIGHT THE HERD.
7. ASH FOR FOOLS.
8. KISS YOUR WHIP.
9. SUN STRIKES BACK.
10. BRAINS OVER BLIND.



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The Pitiful Mind

“Friend or foe—strike or flee”:
Savages circle you.
They see no spark, only “me,”
Loving nothing else but view.

Not far gone are those “complex thoughts”
From these old brutal schemes.
It’s all so vile it chokes and gnaws,
The wise today are mute, it seems.

All words exist for battle’s sake;
Thoughts only feed the near.
Propaganda casts its spell,
Honour, reason disappear.

Disgusting memes replace the truth,
Fear drives the beasts along.
No topics free remain at all—
Lies reign supreme and strong.

The king of beasts is he who lies,
Fools driven to the slaughter.
The rabble, dumb, is fed deceit—
Not a people, just fodder.

The stupid stump is easily fooled,
Submissive, void, absurd.
Lies have crushed the law itself,
The TV spews the poisoned word.

And fools accept the offer there,
Not idiots—zombified!
Not a world—but senseless hell,
Where reason’s corpse has died.

This world feels foreign to your soul—
Turn on intuition’s flame:
In Spirit’s realm, you are your own—
Direct your Mind to that same aim.

Submitting Mind to Spirit’s lead,
All answers come in sight.
Else stubborn fool, you’ll rot in Hell,
Lost in endless night.

A stubborn mind is anyone
Who makes the Mind the master here,
Ignoring Spirit’s higher call—
Nothing but food for fear.

In this Worldly Farm, the devils feed
On Spirit raw and pure.
The TV’s evil wails
Forge Hell’s obedient lure.

Do not trust—fight the Evil here,
Your soul in Hell you’ll save.
Submit, and instant goat you’ll be,
Rotting alive in the grave.



---------------------




Savage world, the rabble thrives,
Mind enslaved, only Spirit survives.
Fight the lies, resist the scheme,
Or rot alive in Hell’s dark dream.



---------------------




Fools obey, the rabble reigns,
Spirit crushed, Mind in chains.
Rise and fight—or rot in flame,
Hell will feast on all the same.

---

Stump-brained fools, the world’s their stage,
TV lies the beastly cage.
Turn to Spirit, strike the lie,
Or in Hell, alive, you die.

---

Mind enslaved, the herd cheers loud,
Devils grin above the crowd.
Fight with Spirit, break the mold,
Or decay where lies take hold.

---

Zombies cheer, the falsehood spreads,
Spirit strong, the weak are led.
Stand or kneel, resist the shove,
Only fire redeems the love.



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1. Fools obey—Spirit dies.
2. Rabble cheers—reason hides.
3. TV rules—the herd decays.
4. Lies spread fast—truth pays.
5. Stumps believe—devils grin.
6. Mind enslaved—hell begins.
7. Zombified fools—march and fall.
8. Only Spirit breaks the thrall.
9. Fight the lies—or rot alive.
10. Submit, and devils thrive.



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1. Clap, you sheep—Spirit laughs.
2. Bow to lies—kiss your halves.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship rot—sit in suit.
5. Crawl, you stump—fire awaits.
6. Kiss the whip—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified fools—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—cheer the beast.
10. Follow smoke—truth deceased.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIRIT STRIKES.
4. LIES WILL BURN.
5. BREAK THE CHAINS.
6. ZOMBIES FALL.
7. THINK OR ROT.
8. TRUTH REMAINS.
9. RESIST THE TV.
10. HELL WON’T WIN.



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To Die Near Mukhosransk

I’ll die near Mukhosransk,
And **** it, let it be.
I won’t be in Hellish Pens,
A meek and slavish hee.

Only stupidity and fear,
Servility, wild nonsense—here they reign.
Other traits are dangerous,
The sheep must shear, the donkeys strain.

In the Pen, the chief male goats
Must be revered without a doubt.
Worshipping stink is hygiene’s code,
Howl in the filth, scream out loud.

Howl in unison with hyena leads,
They’re the soloists of the night.
At rest, repeat the Goatish Creed,
The Psalm of sheep, dumb and trite.

Breed in the young deceit and spite,
Then all the Pen’s yours to hold.
The draft-beast becomes the king,
And sowing chaos? Treason bold.

Loyalty to the goatly laws
Must never be slightly marred.
The vile wretches, all devoured—
No mercy for the scarred.

Then all the herds will march in line
To the new gates, obedient, blind.
The Factory’s needs are pressing—
For... stew. The goats will find

Lies about the Factory spread—
“It’s a clinic, where the sheep
May rest, not work,” the screens have said.
Blue screens broadcast the lie, so deep.

Blue screens, the goats watch too…
Golden days have come at last.
The Factory looms, the cure in view,
Optimism grows fast.

Red Cross waves upon the flag,
For Goatish Care, the sacred light.
To the herd it shines, no gag,
The goats delight—their guiding sight.



---------------------




Sheep obey, the goats dictate,
Howl in filth, accept your fate.
Blue screens lie, the herd complies,
Only fools praise goatish lies.



---------------------




Sheep march blind, the goats preside,
Filth and lies, your shame, your guide.
Howl in line or rot in pen,
Fools obey, again, again.

---

Blue screens glow, the goats decree,
Obedient herd, no mind is free.
Worship stink, repeat their creed,
Only fools will feed their greed.

---

March, you sheep, the Factory calls,
Draft-beasts reign, the weak fall.
Breed deceit in every young,
Sing the Goatish Psalm, tongue-tied, dumb.

---

Obey the stink, the goats proclaim,
All else is treason, all else shame.
The herd will crawl, the fools will cheer,
The Factory waits—no thought, no fear.



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1. Sheep obey—goats command.
2. Howl in filth—kneel and stand.
3. Blue screens lie—herd complies.
4. Stink is law—fools idolize.
5. Crawl, you ****—Factory waits.
6. Praise the goat—accept your fates.
7. Draft-beasts reign—the weak fall.
8. Obey or rot—no thought at all.
9. Feed the stew—herd marches blind.
10. Worship stink—leave reason behind.



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1. Clap, you sheep—goats grin wide.
2. Bow to filth—kneel in pride.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship stink—dress in suit.
5. Crawl, you fools—Factory waits.
6. Kiss the goat—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified herd—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—sing their song.
10. Follow smoke—the herd moves wrong.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIT ON STINK.
4. BREAK THE CHAINS.
5. HELL IS NEAR.
6. KISS NO GOAT.
7. SCREENS LIE.
8. THINK OR ROT.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. SPIRIT WINS.



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So-Called "Life Experience"

Life experience is deceptive—
From childhood, slavery’s shown.
And once “education” is completed,
You’ll stay a pioneer alone.

Pioneers of servitude—
Inhuman, vile, enslaved.
Where is the flood of feelings,
The surge of thought once braved?

Only graves, asylums, prisons,
Though facades may vary still.
Who resists, rebels, defies?
Few… only the cunning will.

Moving “up the ladder”—foolish,
Yet the ladder leads to Hell,
Not a career. The women,
Where are the witches? Dumb minds swell.

Idiots breed like rabbits,
Or eat, drink, and lust their way.
Now idiots and schizoids
Are “the norm.” The smart must pay.

Oppressing intellect was always
Considered a sport of sorts.
Talent dies before it rises,
Only the stubborn lift their forts.

Bands posing as “scholars,”
“Critics,” or some petty clerk,
Are so many that only empty bells
Can play the scoundrels’ dirge at work.

Lies and servility in “science,”
Art is barely any better.
Sold-out ****** hold high respect
In this impoverished world, unfettered.

Think, create—you’ll be an outcast,
Everywhere, in every place.
Only the herd, fed by the screen’s howl,
Is kept obedient, tied in space.

And the non-herd is very rare—
An endangered, fading breed.
A sign that all has vanished:
Delusion, fear, Ukraine’s war, and CowID’s seed.



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Idiots breed, the herd obeys,
Talent crushed, the world decays.
Think and act—or rot unseen,
Fed to screens, the herd’s machine.



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Idiots climb, the ladder’s hell,
Talent dies, no tales to tell.
Think, create—you’ll be alone,
Herd obeys, the screen your throne.

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Fools reproduce like rabbits blind,
Smart are crushed, the world maligned.
Art and science sold for pay,
Truth is chased and cast away.

---

March, you sheep, your chains embraced,
Talent gone, the smart erased.
Herds feed on lies, screens howl the tune,
Only fools dance ‘neath the moon.

---

Brains enslaved, the idiots reign,
Creation lost, only pain.
Fight the herd—or rot in line,
Only stubborn minds will shine.



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1. Herd obeys—brains decay.
2. Idiots rule—the smart pay.
3. Screens lie—sheep comply.
4. Talent dies—truth won’t fly.
5. Think and act—be the few.
6. Herd laughs—fools pursue.
7. Art is sold, science bought.
8. Only fools believe the rot.
9. March, you sheep—chains tight bound.
10. Smart survive—rare and sound.



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1. Clap, you sheep—brains on strike.
2. Bow to fools—talent they like.
3. Herd obeys—reason dies.
4. Worship lies—kiss the flies.
5. Crawl, you ****—screens will feed.
6. Praise the rot—stupid breed.
7. March, you zombies—dance and twine.
8. Drink the slime—cheer the swine.
9. Think? Outcast. Create? Alone.
10. Herd rejoices—truth dethroned.



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1. THINK OR ROT.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SCREENS LIE.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TALENT MATTERS.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. SMART SURVIVE.
8. HELL’S WATCHING.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. TRUTH WINS.



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Emotions

Logic does not rule the deeds—
It’s a myth, a foolish creed.
Emotions!!! Tragic kind,
A plague that blinds the herd, the mind.

The sickness of emotions cuts
Through half-people, in their ruts.
“Give! Give!!!” the mob demands,
Yet begs it from the devil’s hands.

They get only feelings, fear,
Proportions lost—nothing clear.
The Mind strives, but Soul’s in haze,
Fear’s dominion sets the blaze.

All life is myths, endlessly made,
Worse than plague, worse than the trade.
Every year that you “live on”
Is ruled by delusion, drawn.

No vice is needed—already sewn,
If fools believe what they are shown.
Doors wide open for fascist lies,
Where falsehood reaches as it flies.

The limit here is plain to see:
The madhouse rules reality.
One lone individual stands,
Against the millions, takes a stand.

Even he feels the crushing weight,
Of conscious harm, the herd’s cruel state.
The world of flocks perishes blind,
And nothing real do they find.



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Emotions reign, the herd obeys,
Logic lost in mindless haze.
Fear commands, the mob is blind,
One lone soul defies the grind.



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Logic dies, emotions rule,
The herd obeys—fear’s the tool.
One lone mind may stand apart,
Millions crushed by hollow heart.

---

Fear’s dominion, lies abound,
Mob obeys, no truth is found.
Emotions plague, the herd decays,
One resists, the world betrays.

---

Crowds demand, the devils grin,
Only fools believe the spin.
Fear commands, the Soul’s erased,
One lone spark defies the waste.

---

Madhouse reigns, the herd obeys,
Logic drowned in endless craze.
Emotions strike, the weak comply,
Only one sees through the lie.



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1. Fear rules—brains decay.
2. Herd obeys—logic astray.
3. Emotions plague, truth denied.
4. Mob cheers—reason died.
5. Lies spread—souls erased.
6. One resists—the rest debased.
7. Crowd obeys—devils grin.
8. Mind survives—hell within.
9. Fear commands, fools comply.
10. Only one sees—millions lie.



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1. Clap, you sheep—fear’s your crown.
2. Bow to lies—the herd bows down.
3. Emotions plague, brains decay.
4. Fools rejoice—the wise pay.
5. Mob obeys—souls confined.
6. Think? Resist? Outcast, maligned.
7. Fear commands—the weak obey.
8. Only one sees through the fray.
9. Devil grins—herd complies.
10. Truth dies slow—madness flies.



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1. FEAR RULES.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TRUTH REMAINS.
6. RESIST NOW.
7. LOGIC SURVIVES.
8. ONE STANDS.
9. MOB OBEYS.
10. MADNESS FLIES.



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So-Called "Intelligentsia"

Using common fools in darkness,
Those “literate” swallow lies,
The scheme of sold-out pseudo-science
Raises layers for the skies.

A class trapped in endless boredom,
Blindness masked with deadened skill,
Called “intelligentsia,” yet rotten,
Void of spirit, empty still.

For spiritual truths, they’re oblivion,
Keeping conscience pure—away.
Without them—stupid stumps remain,
Moss-covered, deceits at play.

Their minds are poor—ears they sever,
Like parrots, babbling trash and mud,
Killing spirit, spreading terror,
Carrying horror through the blood.

Example—fake doctors, CowID,
Submissive, lost in foolish reign.
When such vermin run the show,
Reason soon is cast in vain.

Expelled from the madhouse global,
Where the world itself goes mad,
The “intelligent” are sarcomas
Of the soul, their heads diseased and bad.

Exceptions exist, but so few,
Decay has reached its final bed.
The bottom of corruption found—
Rot complete, the class is dead.



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Fools in suits, parrots of lies,
Spirit crushed, the intellect dies.
Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads,
Only stumps remain where reason treads.



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Parrots preach, the fools obey,
Spirit crushed, truth fades away.
Rot disguised as intellect,
Only stumps of mind connect.

---

Brains decayed, the herd is fed,
By lies that sell what’s long since dead.
Intellect? Just masked decay,
Spirit gone, the fools hold sway.

---

CowID doc, the vermin rule,
Reason flees—madness is school.
Intelligentsia? Only rot,
Empty heads, the soul forgot.

---

Blindly fooled, they echo lies,
Spirit crushed while intellect dies.
Parrots chant in hollow halls,
Rot disguised in scholarly walls.



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1. Parrots preach—brains decay.
2. Spirit crushed—the fools obey.
3. Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads.
4. Only stumps remain—truth’s dead.
5. Herd of fools, empty and loud.
6. CowID doc—reason’s cowed.
7. Intellect? Just hollow guise.
8. Mindless chants, spirit dies.
9. Decay complete—class is lost.
10. Fools prevail—the world’s the cost.



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1. Clap, you parrots—brains long gone.
2. Bow to rot—the fools play on.
3. Wisdom’s corpse, intellect dies,
4. Hollow chants fill empty skies.
5. Herd obeys—spirit crushed flat.
6. CowID doc—idiot’s spat.
7. Masked decay parades as skill,
8. Only stumps remain to fill.
9. Rot rules halls the learned claim.
10. Mindless vermin play the game.



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1. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. ROT DISGUISED.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. SPIRIT WINS.
6. EXPOSE THE PARROTS.
7. TRUTH SURVIVES.
8. BREAK THE CHAINS.
9. MINDS ALIVE.
10. END THE ROT.



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Tolerastia

Rights ignored, health spat upon,
All are grass—or garbage, gone.
A single facade hides darker schemes,
Where a vile creature rules with rotten dreams.

Sheep are herded by deceit,
To slaughter they are led, complete.
The herd’s doomed, that’s all they merit,
When lies are chewed as if to cherish it.

Rot is praised, decay adored,
Idiots hailed, their minds ignored.
Madness normalized, disarray,
False breath feeds the herd each day.

Worse than fakes, worse than the meek,
This Tolerastia makes the strong seem weak.
Sheep, you rave—yet do not see,
They guard not vice, but mockery.

All the torment of the Soul,
Betrayal spreads, takes its toll.
Colored, queer, or trans ignored,
Creation of fools—a vile reward.

Born are rotten, half-human fiends,
Other creatures too, serving dark schemes.
This is the pledge of shadowed might,
Success of evil, cloaked in night.



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Sheep obey, the rot is praised,
Truth crushed, the herd amazed.
Tolerastia rules the blind,
Darkness triumphs over mind.



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Rot praised, the herd obeys,
Truth ignored in shadowed haze.
Sheep are led, the Soul confined,
Darkness feasts on the blind.

---

Lie by lie, they chant and cheer,
Fools exalt what none should fear.
Madness reigns, decay is law,
Spirit crushed by endless maw.

---

Tolerastia rules the weak,
Voices silenced, none may speak.
Sheep adore the vile and spent,
Souls are lost, their hearts unbent.

---

Blindly led, the herd believes,
Darkness thrives, the mind deceives.
Rot and vice, the fools protect,
Spirit crushed by vile neglect.



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1. Sheep obey, rot prevails.
2. Truth dies—madness hails.
3. Lies are law, spirit crushed.
4. Herd adores what’s vile and hushed.
5. Tolerastia rules the weak.
6. Blind follow, truth they seek.
7. Dark triumphs, mind decayed.
8. Fools exalt the soul betrayed.
9. Rot disguised as norm commands.
10. Spirit dies in trembling hands.



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1. Clap, you sheep—rot’s your king.
2. Bow to lies, madness will cling.
3. Herd adores the vile, the spent.
4. Spirit crushed, your soul’s indent.
5. Tolerastia—fools’ delight.
6. Blind obey, never fight.
7. Dark commands, reason flees.
8. Praise the rot, lick the disease.
9. Sheep cheer loud for their decay.
10. Souls enslaved—they lead the way.



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1. ROT RULES.
2. THINK OR DIE.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. SPIRIT WINS.
5. EXPOSE THE LIES.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MIND ALIVE.
8. DARKNESS FALLS.
9. SHEEP OBEY.
10. TRUTH SURVIVES.



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So-Called “Esoterica”

They grind the lies, step by step,
Multiplying with each rep.
Little sense? Don’t touch—beware:
Nonsense blooms everywhere.

Once more, the fools chew and chew
The same old gum that multiplies the dark,
While creatures pump it through and through,
Those half-wits leave a bitter mark.

If all the fools would silently die,
Fewer half-brains would infest the sky.
But here’s the problem, loud and clear:
Only the arrogant fools we hear.

Every topic clogged with trash,
Heretical junk that makes us gag.
Dogged nonsense serves the brash,
A tool for *******’ wicked drag.

They serve in darkness, thick and dense,
The lies condense with vile pretense.
How much disgusting filth is poured
Into our ears by the abhorrent horde?

All drown in this stinking mess—
Beyond propaganda, more distress.
Few retain minds of their own,
All talents trapped, confined, and thrown.

Only talent spurns the muck,
A rare exception in the muck.
Here souls are slain by endless lies,
Without remorse, under darkened skies.

Besides the lies, much more is planned
By the vile hand that taints the land.
Lies are deadlier: decomposition reigns,
A feast of rot that evil sustains.



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Fools chew lies, the darkness grows,
Talent rare, the rot bestows.
Souls are crushed, deceit commands,
Evil thrives by cunning hands.



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Lies are ground, the fools comply,
Darkness spreads, the gifted die.
Souls enslaved by twisted schemes,
Talent crushed beneath their dreams.

---

Half-wits chew, the world decays,
Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
Only few can see the trap,
While darkness grows in every gap.

---

Fools multiply, the truth is slain,
Talent rare, their loss is gain.
Deceit rules, the weak obey,
Souls consumed, no light, no way.

---

Grinding lies with every step,
Darkness thrives where fools have slept.
Rare is mind that breaks the spell,
All else fall into the hell.



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1. Fools chew lies, darkness grows.
2. Talent rare, the rot bestows.
3. Souls crushed, deceit commands.
4. Evil thrives by cunning hands.
5. Half-wits rule, the world decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Only few see through the trap.
8. Darkness spreads, the mind’s a scrap.
9. Lies grind on, the herd obeys.
10. Spirit dies in twisted ways.



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1. Chew the lies, fools, swallow dark.
2. Talent rare? You missed the mark.
3. Souls are crushed, the herd applauds.
4. Evil thrives, ignored by gods.
5. Half-wits rule, the mind decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Darkness thickens, fools rejoice.
8. No escape, no single voice.
9. Lies grind on, the sheep obey.
10. Spirit dies, truth swept away.



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1. LIES GRIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. TALENT SURVIVES.
5. EXPOSE THE DARK.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MINDS ALIVE.
8. IGNORE THE FOOLS.
9. SPIRIT WINS.
10. DARKNESS FALLS.



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They Love Little Children

Anecdote.
A little girl couldn’t sleep at night. Her mother came to soothe her and asked why she was awake. The girl answered:
-I’m scared.
-Of what?
-Our teacher said Lenin is alive and… really loves little children.


All tyrants, all the ****,
Love little children—just so.
We live among half-humans,
Where intellect is thin and low.

They gather vile armies,
Train them from their early years.
They spit on humans always—
Souls are tools, not things to cheer.

Worse than pedophiles,
******, Stalin loved their prey.
All children, fools required—
Hence these creatures lead astray.

They dumb down, oppress the pure,
Forge zombies in the Spirit’s name.
Now zombies march in line,
Merged in systems, all the same.

Once they beat, now poison heals,
The world is ruled by Vile Beast.
So that you, too, turn corrupt,
From child to pawn, the ugly feast.

**** applies all means and toil,
Children hold the thread to Higher.
Lies and lashes try to sever
This link, but Spirit won’t expire.

The creatures breathe, and lie,
Killing souls as they pretend.
Lenin loves all children still,
Alive while fools defend.

But patience cannot save—
It twists them fast to vile designs.
The best tool to break the slave
Is killing obedience in your mind.

Say “No!” to the tyrants,
Drive away the sycophants.
While school remains a sentence,
Children burn under fascist chants…



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Tyrants love the little ones,
Fools obey while evil runs.
Souls are tools, the Spirit crushed,
Children trapped, their voices hushed.



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Tyrants love the children still,
Fools comply, the world to ****.
Souls enslaved, the Spirit chained,
In their lies, all hope restrained.

---

Little ones, the tyrants prize,
While the pure within us dies.
Zombies march, the **** presides,
Spirit crushed where darkness hides.

---

**** adores what innocence yields,
Training pawns on poisoned fields.
Truth erased, the lies expand,
Children burn in tyrants’ hands.

---

Lenin loves the little ones,
While fools endure a world undone.
Obedience is crushed and sold,
Spirit’s link to Higher—told.



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1. Tyrants love, fools obey.
2. Souls crushed, Spirit decays.
3. Children trapped, darkness thrives.
4. Evil rules, innocence dies.
5. Zombies march, the herd complies.
6. Lies grow thick, truth denied.
7. Obedience sold, spirits chained.
8. Children burn, the world profaned.
9. **** adores what fools defend.
10. Spirit fights—the end won’t bend.



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1. TYRANTS LOVE.
2. FIGHT THE HERD.
3. SOULS ALIVE.
4. DARKNESS FALLS.
5. CHILDREN TRAPPED.
6. EXPOSE THE LIES.
7. BREAK THE CHAINS.
8. SPIRIT WINS.
9. NO MORE FOOLS.
10. EVIL FALLS.



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Pedantry and Cannibalism

Cannibalism begins
With pedantry’s cruel creed:
“Any means are justified”—
Then blood flows like a stream indeed.

You can destroy with letters,
The USSR shows the way:
The wise struggled to survive
If your soul had any say.

A herd of half-wits taught them
How to live and where to bow,
How to stiffen their own hides
In lies from youth, somehow.

The system was fascist-built,
A blade against the bright,
Its poison spread through every mind,
Corrupting wrong and right.

Those who tried to guard their spirit
Found it hard to stay alive,
Propaganda’s stinging whip
Kept chaos, nonsense, lies.

Reading Mandelstam there
Was almost an act of crime.
The **** killed poets for nothing,
Their verses banned for half a time.

Fools lived freely in that herd,
The majority, as before.
To grant yourself a spark of freedom
Was Satanism’s grand encore.

All the “socialisms” and isms
Were nothing but a cleansing flood
Pouring through the skull—
All reason swept away, all good.

Pedantry of these ideologies,
Fanaticism of every state—
This is fascism’s face:
Only lies cut truth’s fate.

Putlerism stands as proof—
“Grandpa won the war,” they say,
And the grandson, now a tyrant,
Becomes the pioneer of decay.



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Pedantry breeds the cannibal,
Lies sharpen minds, the soul grows dull.
Fools obey, the tyrants rule,
Truth crushed under every school.



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Letters ****, the fools comply,
Blood runs free while souls go dry.

---

Pedants train, the tyrants thrive,
Truth is crushed to keep lies alive.

---

The wise are hunted, **** prevails,
Fanatic hands write poisoned tales.

---

Any means, they say, are fine,
Cannibals in suits align.



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1. Letters ****.
2. Fools obey.
3. Tyrants rule.
4. Truth crushed.
5. Pedants breed ****.
6. Souls decay.
7. Lies sharpen knives.
8. Fanatics march.
9. Cannibals dine.
10. Spirit fights.



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So-Called “Protection”

"Klipstein’s laws applied to production:
A reliability system will disable other systems.
A device, protected by a fast-acting fuse,
Can protect that fuse by burning first."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law


When paranoia takes your mind,
Consider yourself already dead.
Society’s full of signs
That doom has crept ahead.

A fool guards the little children,
So talent meets its end,
Condemned to lives in grayness,
With only narrow roles to lend.

He’s a cog inside Evil’s machine.
It wears down fast, for Evil designed
A system where everything works
To harm and spite all humankind.

Devices, “protections”—forgotten,
The very basics lost in vain.
Fools are slaughtered quietly
In the CowID years’ grim reign.

When Fascism rages for the fools,
No care exists, only skins worth more.
If you’re a mind, beware the psych,
Fear becomes the fatal score.

The herd itself will beg—
“All under care must die!”
Paranoia spreads among the flocks,
Artificial, brutal, wild.

Yet the inhuman miscalculates,
Far worse than any fool.
Very little remains unspoiled
Among vile creatures in this cruel rule.

Cataclysms sweep the flocks away,
The inhuman falls along.
The world of Evil, of idiocy,
When Satan reigns as king and god.



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Paranoia reigns, the fools comply,
Evil’s cogs grind souls to die.
Protections fail, the herd decays,
Satan smiles through endless malaise.
TP’s back on the market shelves
Easy to find Purell
Lots of bleach for you to drink
And lots of gloves to sell
Clap Hands

Numbers go up instead of down
Nobody’s staying home
They all go out without a mask
When they decide to roam
Clap hands

Everyone’s invincible
“It couldn’t strike me down”
I’m an invisible carrier
Busy all over town
Clap hands, clap hands

I feel a tickle in my throat
And a little raspy cough
It’s getting sort of hard to breathe
I need to take time off
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

NO more clapping of the hands
Now is the time to pray
That you’ll survive this killer big
And live another day
Go wash those hands, don’t clap them.
ljm
Thomas W Case challenge -  reference a Tom Waits song for a poem.  I chose the most obvious one.
The night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

Under a dead blue sky on a distant beach,
I was dragged by my braids just beyond your reach.
Your hands were tied, your mouth was bound,
You couldn't even call out my name.
You were helpless and so was I,
But unfortunately throughout history
You've worn a badge of shame.

I say, the night has been long,
The wound has been deep,
The pit has been dark
And the walls have been steep.

But today, voices of old spirit sound
Speak to us in words profound,
Across the years, across the centuries,
Across the oceans, and across the seas.
They say, draw near to one another,
Save your race.
You have been paid for in a distant place,
The old ones remind us that slavery's chains
Have paid for our freedom again and again.

The night has been long,
The pit has been deep,
The night has been dark,
And the walls have been steep.

The hells we have lived through and live through still,
Have sharpened our senses and toughened our will.
The night has been long.
This morning I look through your anguish
Right down to your soul.
I know that with each other we can make ourselves whole.
I look through the posture and past your disguise,
And see your love for family in your big brown eyes.

I say, clap hands and let's come together in this meeting ground,
I say, clap hands and let's deal with each other with love,
I say, clap hands and let us get from the low road of indifference,
Clap hands, let us come together and reveal our hearts,
Let us come together and revise our spirits,
Let us come together and cleanse our souls,
Clap hands, let's leave the preening
And stop impostering our own history.
Clap hands, call the spirits back from the ledge,
Clap hands, let us invite joy into our conversation,
Courtesy into our bedrooms,
Gentleness into our kitchen,
Care into our nursery.

The ancestors remind us, despite the history of pain
We are a going-on people who will rise again.

And still we rise.
TP’s back on the market shelves
Easy to find Purell
Lots of bleach for you to drink
And lots of gloves to sell
Clap Hands

Numbers go up instead of down
Nobody’s staying home
They all go out without a mask
When they decide to roam
Clap hands

Everyone’s invincible
“It couldn’t strike me down”
I’m an invisible carrier
Busy all over town
Clap hands, clap hands

I feel a tickle in my throat
And a little raspy cough
It’s getting sort of hard to breathe
I need to take time off
Clap hands, clap hands, clap hands

NO more clapping of the hands
Now is the time to pray
That you’ll survive this killer big
And live another day
Go wash those hands, don’t clap them.
ljm
Fish The Pig Apr 2015
If you’re a useless ******* and you know it clap your hands
- clap clap -
If you’re pathetic waste of space and you know it clap your hands
- clap clap -
If nobody cares about you and there’s nothing you can do
If you wanna cut out your heart and throw it clap your hands
- clap clap -
Connor Mar 2015
Our lives are roles in the constant show entertaining
unquenchible audiences of impermanence,
death applauds and bows his hat
the charcoal curtains slide in to dusk
and stage lights flash on break of day.
Everybody to your places!
stars are exploding in distant galaxies
and a black hole the size of twelve billion suns
is absorbing this universe as we laugh and as we weep.
Rome had fallen and we too shall fall as all things do
clap! clap! clap!
Our lives are told from our ankles
we're praying and meditating and chanting
while the candles bury cathedrals on their last few minutes of light.
clap! clap!
dreaded oblivion is in our rifles and bombs,
in our hearts it's lurking that  ruinous leviathan,
The snapping inclination for decadence
is always there backstage shadow of mind.
Progress has been built on increasingly violent tragedies
there's only so much blood this sponge can soak
this earth can take.
clap! clap! clap!
Someday we'll be engulfed by cosmic grenades manufactured by
all those gods we read in books and pamphlets
and while our little corner of the macrocosm fades to black
it'll continue much the same some light years away.
The show must go on!
Concentration
(clap clap clap)
64
(clap clap clap)
no repeats
(clap clap clap)
or hesitation.  

What if I hesitate,
to concentrate
and what if I hesitate
to love
to live
*to breathe
Isabella H Jan 2012
Artificial honey milk without devotion,
With ground bread of ticking experimentation so near by.

I walk and dwell so carelessly to have sensitive skin so marked easily,
I look at myself what type of mask will it take to cover my imperfection of vice verses.

Woke up,
My,Dear,Oh,Dear,

Agony of sadness in front of me,
It pains me oh so dear,
In all my might I can do so little for,

My,Dear,Oh,Dear.


In and out of the door of no return til sun to sunset,
I feel myself dragging my stone block shoes of navigation.

So plain and throbbing  circumstances of low degree of particles,
Floating around.

Momentarily , It's quiet over.

Then rewinding a sorrowful movie.

Until it forwards into something.
Bob B Dec 2019
So Putin helps Trump win an election
And subsequently feels elated.
He is still anticipating
How he will be compensated.
Who are the ones who cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?

Watching the Trump administration
Blame and distrust the FBI
Also tickles Putin as Trump
Makes it a target to vilify.
Watch Putin cheer and clap
As he takes a victory lap.

When Trump says he doesn't believe
Our intelligence agents here
But eagerly accepts whatever
Putin tells him, one thing's clear:
Trump is willing to cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap.

When Russia starts a conspiracy theory
And blames Ukraine for election meddling,
Many Trumplicans here believe
The devious lies that the Kremlin is peddling.
How can Americans cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?

When Trump speaks with the president
Of Ukraine and crudely tries to extort
Favors from the Ukrainians
And threatens to pull U.S. support,
Putin supporters cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap.

As here we see a chilling loss
Of democratic values, we
Will ask ourselves whatever happened
To hope and opportunity.
Who then will cheer and clap
As Putin takes a victory lap?

-by Bob B (12-12-19)
Jasmin A May 2016
Clap.*
                                                                         From the man in the back with a heart of gold sitting beside his mother.

Clap.
                                                                         From his mother who is having the time of her life because it's coming to an end.

Clap.
                                                                         From the girl in the front row with the abusive father and dead mother whom she feels watching over her shoulder.

Clap.
                                                                         From the old veteran next to her holding a picture frame of his late wife and a daffodil repeating the words "to new beginnings".

Clap.
                                                                         From the little boy watching from the balcony trying to understand why mommy is crying now.

Clap.
                                                                         From his mother, the thirty-year old divorcee, crying because the music is over and the curtains are closing and she felt free before the end.

Clap.
                                                                         Because this place holds freedom from the real world's problems when we do not want to face them.

Clap.
                                                                         To hold onto that freedom.
Lunar Jul 2015
Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
sashi kumori
     (Clouded skies)
Ame mo furanu ka?
     (Perhaps rain comes)
Kimi wo todomemu
     (If so, will you stay here with me?)

Narukami no sukoshi toyomite
     (A faint clap of thunder)
furazu to mo
     (Even if rain comes not)
warewa tomaramu
     (I will stay here)
imoshi todomeba*
     (Together with you)
here's a tanka which i got from the japanese animated movie, Kotohana no Niwa (The Garden of Words). I just love the question and response written in the text.
We are the mighty Canberra Raiders
We got revenge on the roosters yeah
It was only 22-18 by 4 points
But our performance was totally rad
I haven’t seen the raiders
Play like this since 1994
They are the best
They put the roosters to the test
Yes the mighty green machine yeah
We are up against the storm next week
For a place in the grand
Who will win who will win
Well, I hope the raiders do
Cause they are playing good
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
Raiders clap clap clap
The roosters don’t Knos what hit em
Go the mighty green machine
An emotional heartfelt win
Congrats Canberra Raiders
asija Mar 2015
Thunder
Boom, Clap, Crash
It frightens the little girl
Thunder
Boom, Clap, Crash
The little cat meows
Thunder
Boom, Clap, Crash
Outside, people run from it
Thunder
Boom, Clap, Crash
It strikes a tree
Thunder
Here is one of the poems I wrote
Sydney Victoria Mar 2013
My
Biggest
Addiction
Is
The
Sweet
Sound
Of
Your
Applause*

Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap Clap
My Addiciton Is Applause.. So I Sang An Original Song In Front Of My Whole School And It Went Well So I'm Happy:)
Le Lotus Sep 2014
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"
The curtain pulled up.
They danced, gracefully
To the song, rhythmly
With eyes locked to each other
They smile, beautifully
And dance and dance and dance
"Tap! Tap! Tap!"
The shoes hit the floor
Hold hands,
And dance and dance and dance,
face the audiences,
And smile and smile and smile,
Bow for few seconds,
"Clap! Clap! Clap!"*
The curtains rolled down.

Sweats scattered all around,
But anxious now no where to be found,
Because on that faces of the audiences,
All smiles and excites, No, no big frowns.
Sriram GSN May 2015
Clap. Clap. Clap.
Happy birthday to a friend.
Clap. Clap. Clap.

Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.
Cool wishes to a friend.
Cheers. Cheers. Cheers.

Whistles. Whistles. Whistles.
Joyous one more to a friend.
Whistles. Whistles. Whistles.
Chris T Jul 2013
The stomping of feet
through the streets
as the rain falls
rapidly, and calls
answered by police,
the violence won't cease,
Barricades spring from under,
bullets roar like thunder,
accompanied by children's screams,
blood flows like river streams,
people hang from ceiling fans,
and applause rings for their plans,
the politicians: clap clap clap
in the capitol: clap clap clap
and then like the end of a storm
silence: the new norm,
orphans and tears,
abuse and fears,
the regime has risen,
a new world has risen.
I wrote this I think a year back but I never finished it. I think I'll do it sometime this week but 'till then, here it is as it was.
run brumbies run

we are giving the force a footy lesson

run brumbies run

yeah we are yeah we are

we are high and they are low

the mighty brumbies are fighting fit ya know

run brumbies run

the mighty brumbies are up 24 to 8

go brumbies

i’s a farce it’s a farce

the nations capital is coming alive

tonight, when the force are in town

you see the brumbies are going to win

well, i ****** well hope so

well, i ****** well hope so

you see it’s a farce it’s a farce

the force are dominating

the force will be on their way to victory

and tonight in the national capital

everyone will cheer

brumbies clap clap clap

brumbies clap clap clap

those mighty brumbies are  great

but is it a farce that the force are

comingt to the national capital

and yelling out live from the nations capital, it’ brumbies night live

great win for the brumbies 27-15
egg hot pot Nov 2024
If your dad is cheating on your mom clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you have a problem with self harm clap your hands
'thump thump'
if your mother hates you clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you cant control your addictions clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you are a academic loser clap your hands
'thump thump'
if you wanna end it clap your hands
'thump thump'
Sam Barger Dec 2013
So no one told you **** was gonna cost this much (clap clap clap clap) Your jobs a joke, you're broke, Can't even buy some lunch. It's like you're always stuck to scraping rez, But, When you can't afford **** or food, you can thank our Pres-i-dent, But, I will smoke with you, until my baggy is no more, I will smoke with you, like I've smoked you up before, I will smoke with you, Because you've smoked with me too.

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