Superweapon
A fool keeps watch on a fool,
The madman plays the sage.
While lies grow deep as a pool —
Each step speeds toward the Cage.
No need for a blow from a lodge —
He poisons the world with deceit.
The media scream and dislodge
What’s left of the mind’s defeat.
If you're not yet insane — rejoice!
You're rare in this broken track.
For Fear and Lies — the weapon of choice —
Have turned the whole world to wrack.
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Fear and Lies — the Final Blade.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.
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Stupidity
Stupidity is thick and black —
Where fear and rot infest the brain.
If you don’t toe the lying track,
They call your truth a madman’s strain.
They hate you for the truth you own,
Their minds are graveyards, sealed and shut.
Like cancer, dullness claims the throne —
A wretched fiend commands this rut.
It grows — this dullness, side by side
With genocide, its loyal twin.
It slays what's left of soul and pride —
Of mind, and shame, and truth within.
So seek the cracks where light breaks through,
Reject their lies — that cursed chain.
Find answers only born in you,
And let your insight rise — and reign.
Tune in to instinct, clear and deep —
That’s all that saves you from this pit.
Where “tradition” crawls and creeps —
A mask worn by a blithering twit.
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Stupidity reigns —
And genocide grins.
Break through their chains —
The truth begins.
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Simple Things
Some things are clear and plain:
Cross the line — you're ****.
How many? Not a chain —
A billion. Burn. Go numb.
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One step — you're filth.
No turning back.
A billion lost
To smoke and black.
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*****-Eaters
*****-eaters swarm,
Devils' little pets.
If you're not deformed,
Your rage begins — and sets.
Endure this madhouse? No!
This world’s a stinking pit.
Not peace — just filth and woe,
And pain for minds that lit.
So drink that pain. Don't crack.
Store agony in jars.
Do stumps of flesh fight back?
No — their minds fled to Mars.
But *****-eaters breed —
Their demons soon will feast.
The Earth itself will bleed
From all this sickening beast.
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They feast on bile —
The devils cheer.
The Earth, defiled,
Screams loud and clear.
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Global Madhouse
Fools and tools and mindless brutes,
Imbeciles with vacant stares —
Marching in their **** boots,
Feeding fascist nightmares.
Only fools would turn on kin,
Snitch and rage with empty pride.
Cops are drooling cretins in
This fascist hell worldwide.
Fools and tools — expendable.
They’ll be culled, one by one.
Bred like dogs — commendable! —
In this Foghouse of the ****.
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A world gone mad —
Where brutes obey.
The fascist plan?
Breed dogs from clay.
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Sensitivity vs. "Clarity"
Sensitivity will shatter
Their fake world — a jellied mess.
"Clarity"? The devils scatter
It to dumb the minds — no less.
"Clear" is death — in charts and patterns,
Used to strangle souls en masse.
Propaganda’s memes — like shrapnel —
Fire straight through each brainless ***.
Souls lined up like targets, shaking —
Lies their ever-trusted gun.
Not still humans — just the shadows
Of the Evil — thought is gone.
Sensitivity will boil
This cloaca — mind's decay.
You won't need a sword for battle —
Inner Light will win the day.
Sensitivity to Light
Leads you to the world that’s true.
No more power cuts at night —
Flush their sewer down the flue.
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Clarity kills —
In charts it hides.
Only the Light
The soul still guides.
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Fatality
A grim reality unfolds —
No mind, no light, no law.
So fate in filth and lying molds
Becomes the final draw.
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No mind — no fate.
Just filth and lies.
Where truth is late,
The spirit dies.
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Fatality
In harsh reality now we stand,
Where wisdom’s empty, dead, or gone,
So fatal fate takes hold of hand—
In lies and filth our doom lives on.
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No mind —
Fate binds.
In lies and grime—
Doom winds.
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The Ninth Circle of Hell
Work is for the brainless drone.
Obedience — for sheep alone.
With snitches, traitors, lies, deceit —
Genocide walks down the street.
We’ve long been trapped, don’t even doubt,
In Circle Nine — no crawling out.
And in this Hell, so cursed, so low —
Step anywhere — it's into **** you go.
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Circle Nine —
You’re knee-deep in.
Hell’s design:
Obey — or sink in sin.
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Worse and Rotten
Make the bulbs dimmer still,
The faucets rust and break —
Monsters want the market’s ****,
And more stumps they will take.
Nature’s ruin, cold and planned,
Has long been set in stone.
The freaks — no humans, devils’ brand —
Will charge us debt alone.
Here fools bulldoze like raging beasts,
Inhuman drivers’ hands.
They raze it all — the human least —
Soon worms will crawl these lands.
For parasites there’s cleansing fire,
And other means, no doubt.
It’s not just heat — revenge climbs higher —
From Above, the freaks burn out.
Few humans left — but pests abound,
Overflow the Earth’s frail skin.
When hell fries those fiends around,
Only then will Heaven win.
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Rot and ruin —
Made on plan.
Freaks will burn —
And rise, the man.
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"MASH" and Trash
The truth's the war’s first sacrifice —
From "MASH" that told the tale.
Today’s a twisted, cartooned vice —
Where doc’s a butcher, cold and pale.
He serves a fascist mob with zeal,
While war’s a nightmare, pure and rash.
The doc’s a fool — no patient’s real,
The madhouse is the final clash.
No breaks or leave, no cry, no heal —
Just endless war, and endless trash.
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Truth dies first —
Madness grows.
Doc turns fiend —
The war just blows.
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Fools
Hell trembles under fools:
The worst of all the chains —
A pest that never cools,
Amidst the endless pains.
The "doctor," filthy cop,
The faker president,
The "teacher" — petty flop —
All serve the vile serpent.
But fools don’t see the game,
Who’s foe and who’s their friend.
So thieves seem saints in shame,
While fools meet bitter end.
They’ll **** you as a fool,
In madhouse’s endless sway.
If not — then play the tool —
Be cattle cast away.
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Fools breed chains,
And feed the lies.
They **** as fools —
And cowed, we die.
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Fools breed chains, the poison spreads.
**** you dumb, then use you dead.
Slaves and cattle, all the same —
Madness wins the ****** game.
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Fools
Hell shakes beneath the fools’ command —
The worst **** chains that bind the land.
A nagging plague that never quits,
Drowned deep in lies and endless *****.
The “doctor” crawls, a filthy cop,
The fake-*** president — a flop.
The “teacher” plays a petty pest,
All serve the fiends who steal the rest.
The fool can’t see who’s really boss,
Who’s friend, who’s foe — it’s all a loss.
So thieves wear halos, saints by lies,
While fools get slaughtered, no surprise.
They **** you dumb — a perfect tool,
Or herd you down — a cattle fool.
No mercy here, no hope, no stop —
The madhouse grows, the madness chops.
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Fools feed chains —
They bleed the flame.
**** you dumb —
Then own your name.
Slaves in herds,
Blind and bred.
Madness rules —
The world is dead.
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Fools spawn chains —
Spread poison wide.
**** dumb, then claim —
Your soul denied.
Cattle march —
No fight, no cry.
Madness laughs —
While millions die.
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Fools sow chains —
A web of rust.
They drown the mind
In poison’s crust.
Puppets march —
Strings pulled by dread.
Madness whispers —
“Raise the dead.”
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Madness and Sarcasm
Shame’s buried deep in MPs’ graves.
The president’s a cop on steroids.
“Citizen” — your mind enslaved.
Officials? Filth, in darkest voids.
Stench and shame — again, again,
Decay and madness run the show.
Don’t touch the **** who rule this den —
Punish with sarcasm’s blow.
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Shame is dead,
The **** remain.
Mock and burn —
Expose their stain.
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Alya-Ulyu!!!
“Alya-Ulyu!!!” rules the land —
The zombied box’s deadly hand.
Monsters won’t spare fools alive,
Lies **** like gas, they smother, drive.
Old poison gas — mustards, sarin —
Are dumb and worn-out war’s refrain.
But “Alya-Ulyu!!!” and sticky fear
Call stupidity to war’s frontier,
Dragging down the world in dust,
With mindless rage and brutal lust.
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Alya-Ulyu —
The call to dread.
Fools march blind —
While truth lies dead.
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Freebies
Freebies, freebies — poison’s taste,
Nothing more, no saving grace.
When the herd is always right,
Monsters claim their dark delight.
Cheap junk, propaganda’s lies,
School’s genocide in disguise.
The ruble buys a fake “gang” pass,
Exit’s death — no hope to last.
They **** your reason, **** your shame,
Your soul’s next, lost in the game.
Freebies — nasty, vile tale,
Ends with Death — no life, no sail.
Freebies, freebies — earth’s decay,
Humans turned to parasite prey.
Step left or right — no chance to flee,
Earth’s a global death camp, see.
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Freebies **** —
The mind turns black.
No escape —
The world’s attack.
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Kapsho and Kirduk
“Uncle with uncle — all is well,”
In children's books they dared to tell.
Is this the world? Or just foul trash?
Is this the mind? Or putrid ash?
No — rot, filth, and lies abound —
A global madhouse breaking down.
Inhuman like crows they soar...
And Kirduk? Just a date, no more.
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Rot rules the world,
Crows circle high.
Kirduk’s coming —
No place to fly.
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The Split-Up
To split again what’s torn apart,
To dull the dulled, the wounded minds,
They’ll live as told — no will, no heart,
By those who bind and twist their kind.
No limit to the treachery,
Betrayal’s work — a ceaseless grind.
What legacy will we leave free?
A fractured world where fiends lie blind.
Fools, *******, beasts aligned,
Like lice, the traitors swarm and feed.
In fear and lies, all intertwined —
We are the Earth’s disgrace and need.
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Split and torn —
The fools obey.
Betrayed, broken —
Earth’s shame and prey.
