Dissolution of the World
Subject, object — lies and dust.
Fear and fables rule the just.
Spirit’s realm knows no divide —
If your mind is not denied,
Let it bow, and let it serve
Spirit's law with steady nerve.
Then this petty world will blur —
Like a trap with rotting curd.
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Rotten World
Serve the Spirit — break the lie.
This world’s a trap. Let it die.
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The Roofer
The roof of the world is leaking —
Or perhaps just slowly sneaking?
The roofer asks his bitter questions,
But trash replies with no objections.
These roof-devourers — just waste!
Ask the wall — you’ll get more taste.
No use seeking sense in **** —
Their skin is thick, their hearts are numb.
And their skulls are forged from steel.
Under lies, the world can’t feel.
If the rooftop slides away —
Who can tell, when lies hold sway?
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Sparrows and Propagandists
Chirp-chirp-chree —
The sparrow sings.
Mind can’t see —
Two-legged things
Got their brains
And souls scrubbed clean.
Washed down drains —
Now hear the scene:
Chirp-chirp-chree,
Not their mad moan —
Just pure glee,
Not lies from freaks they've overgrown.
Variations of the last stanza:
1.
Chirp-chirp-chree —
Not the freaks’ deranged parade!
Let truth fly free —
Not the filth those traitors made.
2.
Chirp, not lies —
Drown the freaks in their disguise.
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Sparrows and ****
Chirp-chirp-chree —
The bird is singing.
Brains? Flee.
The **** are clinging.
Media bile
Has scorched their heads.
Gone in style —
Now truth lies dead.
Chirp-chirp-chree —
Not their sick spell.
Let minds break free —
And drag those ******* down to hell.
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Sparrow vs. the Swine
Chirp away,
Bright little bird.
Brains decay —
Truth is slurred.
Media bile
Floods their heads.
Souls on trial,
Reason's dead.
Chirp, not screams
From soulless drones —
Sold-out teams
Pushing lies through megaphones.
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In This World of Empty Sound
In a world of hollow chatter,
Nothing's real — it doesn’t matter.
Even you are just pretense,
If you stomach the offense
Of a stinking, festering lie
Year by year — and still comply —
Trapped and tamed, a quiet wreck
In a madhouse full of dreck.
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Rot in lies, stay tame and blind —
Caged among the filth-designed.
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Problem — Reaction — “Solution”
Create a crisis, stoke the fear —
Let media scream it far and near.
Then all the worms begin to preach
Of “freedom” — just within their reach...
The “fix” is ready. What a feat!
That’s why the problem was so neat.
“Into your burrows! Shake with dread!
Obey! No whining!” — so it's said.
“A brilliant Führer leads us on —
The Earthly Paradise is drawn!
Forget your conscience — serve your skin!
Too clever? Gulag's where you’ll win.”
“Solutions” sprout from poisoned dirt.
New plagues are born — no need to hurt
Your brain with thought, when empty crowds
Are mute, and weak, and drugged with doubt.
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Scare. Obey. The lie’s in bloom —
And clever minds go straight to doom.
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Tight Set of Clowns, or The U.S. Two-Party System
Two grand parties, same old scam —
A clown parade since time began.
The lineup’s tight — a fool’s delight
Who finds such limits pure and right.
A circus show, the ballot game —
They “play” at freedom, what a shame.
Few clowns? No worry — here’s the twist:
They’re nearly clones, you get the gist.
It’s fake, and staged, and everywhere —
But Europe's got a wilder flair:
More masks, more crap — still slaves, still chained,
Still kneeling low, still soul-restrained.
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Vote your clown, pretend it’s free —
Still on your knees. Democracy.
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Tight Set of Clowns, or The U.S. Two-Party System (Dystopian Version)
Two parties — but they’re one at heart,
A clownish dance to tear apart.
A system built to mock your mind,
Where freedom's just a cage, confined.
A rigged charade, a poisoned choice —
The fools who “lead” with hollow voice.
Not just a clown — but mindless drones,
Their faces blank, like broken bones.
Imitation, lies, and chains,
Where Europe’s madness still remains.
The world’s enslaved, its future dim,
Forever chained — no chance to swim.
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Clowns on stage, but chains remain —
A world enslaved, a mind in pain.
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Dystopia of Decay
Once bright minds are crushed to dust,
Beneath the weight of endless rust.
The truth decays, the lies remain,
A sterile world, where hearts are slain.
The rulers wear a mask of might,
But in their eyes, there's only night.
The people crawl, devoid of sound,
Their spirits broken, bound and drowned.
The streets are lined with hollow screams,
Where hope is sold in shattered dreams.
No voices left, no thoughts to lead —
Just empty souls, devoid of need.
The air is thick with choking lies,
A rotting truth beneath the skies.
Doomed to repeat the same old dance,
In chains, forever — lost by chance.
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Lost in lies, no light remains —
A world decayed, in endless chains.
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Degradometer
The speed of decay,
Now measured in time.
The world’s in dismay,
Occupied by grime.
It’s easy to fool,
To dumb down and maim,
But lying’s the tool
To extinguish the flame.
There’s plenty of ways
To rot all you see,
Propaganda’s blaze
Twists minds endlessly.
Start with the children,
The soul’s where it starts,
Then every decision
Tears truth apart.
In the degradometer,
The lowest is found,
A millimeter closer,
And you're doomed to the ground.
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Decay's on the rise,
Truth's lost in their lies.
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Reading Material
Agent Zero-Seven, Fool Zero-Eight,
Their bond is strong, yet no leads wait.
When children ask the Fool for truth,
They’ll get pure nonsense, lies forsooth.
For degradation, efforts must
Be spent on vile and poisoned dust.
What’s left but ignorance? Weakness —
Its value grows in endless madness.
War is cruel — it’s soul’s destruction,
The mind’s the target in the function.
Decay is here, it spreads and spreads,
Through clips and clicks and empty heads.
And then, some reading, just a bit —
The Fool responds, so sure of it.
He thinks he lives a life so grand,
With death, of course, far from his hand.
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In books of lies, they rot the mind —
Death’s distant still, but blind they find.
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Degradation
Degradation is the only law,
The one that rules us, cold and raw.
Spirit and honor — all are slain,
The mind cast out, the soul in chains.
Braindead fools across the land,
They crush you with a heavy hand,
Wasting your nerves, draining your might,
Bending you to serve their blight.
Here, the wise cannot survive —
Fascism completes its final drive.
All that’s left is to decay,
With muzzles tight and needles’ sway.
But nature sets the limits still,
Its law defines the bitter spill.
It breeds corruption, poisons all,
And expels the filth from every wall.
It all will start again, but then —
Without us, lost in death's own pen,
Unless we break fascism’s claw,
Before the Spirit fades and falls.
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Decay will rise, the wise will fall —
Fascism’s grip destroys us all.
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Intuition
In the sea of illusions, vast,
Intuition’s the saving mast.
For lost in confusion and strife,
You’ll drift like a fool through your life —
Until you turn on your inner guide,
It’s always been there, by your side.
But the social norms, so strong and cruel,
Fight it with force, try to make you a fool.
They drown it out with their poisoned lies —
Like "knowledge" that leads to your demise.
This horror of falsehood will quietly slay,
And drag all the minds in its sway.
Trust nothing at all — be smarter, beware.
Trust intuition, let it guide you with care.
Everything "known" is a lie at its core,
For the liar's behind it — the Beast evermore.
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Don’t trust their lies, they’ll lead you astray,
Only intuition can light your way.
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Questions Misplaced
Question — answer:
A lie and nonsense,
They leave a mark
For years to come.
In the mind, in the soul.
The result — it's done,
If you trust the Dark.
Like a worm in muck,
Living among lies.
Its worth is nothing.
Resigned? Well then —
In it, you'll rot.
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In the dark, you’ll rot and fall,
Living in lies, lost to it all.
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To Go Into Circulation
Pol ***’s not waiting —
No doubt about it:
The people are spent,
Their mark in history, lit.
What of the poet’s mark?
The editor's a ****.
If you push the lie,
“For us and you,” don't shirk.
Then forward, go —
Into circulation you’ll flow.
In it, the verse will die,
But the type will still comply.
And "cheerfulness" too,
And "optimism" —
THE LIES WILL GROW:
Around us, fascism's grim.
Fascism is always near —
And "perkiness"?
Then death is here,
Into circulation, no finesse.
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Fascism’s the game,
Lies bring no fame.
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Agent Zero-Zero... Minus Seven
Bond, to be "bonded"? Steal the sense —
Amuse with foolish tales and trends.
In entertainment, the world’s suspended —
Bread and circuses, to hell with the rest.
The media knows,
With mass culture, what’s the deal:
A slave for Darkness is needed —
Less "food" that will help the mind heal.
But heaps of crap,
To keep the people stuck,
Unable to escape,
Their minds lost in the muck of Evil’s luck.
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In the dark, they keep you tied,
With lies and trash, your mind’s denied.
