The Inversion
Feeble minds and weak ambition,
Childish dreams and vain pretension —
Draped in style and fine condition,
But beneath — a dark dimension.
This inversion's all around us:
Judas wears a halo proudly,
Fools proclaim their wisdom loudly,
Life becomes a chain that bounds us.
Tormenting the mind with teaching,
Books and schooling — just illusion.
Souls are tortured by the preaching
Of false faiths and their "conclusions."
Hell is crowned as new perfection,
Idiocy — now affection.
Wait a bit — the end is nearing.
Can’t you see? It's all past bearing.
Madness rules — the world is spinning.
They will burn this plague-beginnings.
Now arrives the time of cleansing.
Others soon will do the tending.
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"Elections"
A "charismatic" clown’s worth more
Than someone smart but less composed.
That’s how the state selects its ****** —
The crowd is mentally deposed.
All candidates — one single body,
Their differences are just for show.
The herd elects them — dumb and shoddy,
Too lost in filth to ever know.
They share one vault, one stream of funding,
Their "rivalry" — just for the scene.
They lack in brain but ride like thunder —
Why think at all, when you're the king?
Their speeches ghostwritten by hacks
According to a script assigned.
And backstage fascists plan the tracks
That lead the mob straight into blind.
A circus strung on puppet strings —
That’s politics and every vote.
A clown above, a freak beneath —
The daily act they love to quote.
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Sharks and Other Scare Tactics
A Chukchi in his little tent
Fears the sharks on terror’s trail —
They’re coming straight, with dark intent,
TV says so — grim and pale.
New “diseases” flood the station,
Flying straight into his dome.
Better get that “vaccination” —
Brilliant minds have brewed the foam.
Trust the box — it’s got the treasure,
Only truth, and nothing less.
Chukchi’s home turns into pressure
If he swallows their distress.
Dumb and savage, loud and lurid,
Propaganda loads the gun.
Lies are sharper than a bullet —
And they blast out reason — gone.
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The Dead Ones
Dead are the children of dead generations,
Cities reek tomb-like, soulless and gray.
Few are the bearers of light and salvation —
Spirit is shattered, and reason betrayed.
Hellish dominions have seized the foundations,
Beasts rule through traitors — their will is imposed.
Power is forged through mass suffocation:
Choke every soul — and your bonus is owed.
Rotten in essence, this death-breeding sickness
Kills all that lives, spreads decay like a mist.
Filth is now worshipped as vital and “fitness” —
If you still eat, do you really exist?..
Soon, all the graves will be leveled and taken —
Time to redeem what the Earth had once known.
But no one cares. The dark is awaken —
And dead ones will claim you, make you their own.
There’s no surviving without transformation —
Look at the past: "Communism" stands.
Worse is to come — no imagination
Can grasp the reach of the fascist command.
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The Fourth Law of Not-Newton
"A test is deemed successful when
Half the data’s tossed away —
Just enough to fake a plan
That makes the theory seem okay."
That’s the law — forget Sir Newton,
This one's followed far and wide:
Truth gets filtered, facts are shootin’
Blanks that still look justified.
"Custom science" — faked for hire,
Proofs for monsters, bought and sold.
Lies have dulled us, made us tire —
Fake science crawls through ages cold.
Like a hitman, trained and ready,
Hired to do a silent task:
Miss the mark? You're next already —
Fail the beasts, and feel the blast.
Human minds — the main obsession
For this crooked, sold-out cult.
Can't enslave them by oppression?
Trick them blind — that gets results.
So they lie, with charts and jargon,
Flashing "Proof!" like holy writ.
Cry "It’s proven!" — and a heron
Nods along and swallows it.
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Does the Brain Excrete a Thought?
“Stimulation — then suppression” —
So they frame the mind’s expression.
But get wounded in the Heart —
And you’ll tear that lie apart.
Still, the madness floods our senses:
Souls decayed — no real defenses.
Freaks now preach their twisted creeds,
Breeding fools for darker deeds.
Thought descends from higher places,
Brain’s a wire — no shining source.
If your Heart is scorched in traces,
“Suppression” lacks the force.
That’s why poets die so early —
Or go mad, with vision swirly.
If they linger, it’s with pain —
Their soul burns slow, not plain.
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The Sheeple-Virus
The sheeple-virus split the land —
Two parts, but not the same in weight:
The mass is dumb, too dull to stand.
So where’s that “brilliant mind” they rate?
So few remain — and now draws near
A time of horror, sharp and tragic:
A global camp, designed by fear,
Beneath a cross — how bold, how "magic."
Go mark the world with one last X —
No hope ahead, just degradation.
Corruption spreads — no place reflects
A trace of soul or elevation.
This world’s decayed — it will be burned,
No other end remains to choose.
Its shame: the beast that once had turned
Into a corpse that walks — confused.
For now the weak are bred and crowned,
A race of mutants, dull and broken.
They’ll praise the Beast, in madness bound —
CowID’s just flowers. Worse is spoken.
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Slave Psychology and Ideology
“Freedom is necessity — but known.”
Spinoza’s thorn to minds full-blown
With chains they cherish, fears they keep —
A slave must tremble, crawl, and weep.
There is a choice — to serve or not,
It happens deep, inside the thought.
That thorn, once twisted in the brain,
Leads straight into the dark domain.
And now they’re “free” — within their minds,
They claim fate’s random, blind, and kind.
No slaughterhouse, no silent doom —
Just “accidents” that softly loom.
They’re offered tons of prophet-lies,
And gobble them with glassy eyes.
They’ll praise oppression, call it style,
Name whips “tradition” all the while.
They’ll live in chains, then call it grace,
With blissful numbness on their face.
And thinking dies beneath the yoke —
A funeral where minds are choked...
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Ignorance Is Strength!
When fools are fed a steaming pile
And call it “knowledge” with a smile —
Then truth turns dark, and lies grow tall.
They lie, and lie, and lie through all.
Fake plagues like CowID, lies on AIDS —
The mind’s been drugged, its edge decays.
Ten percent left — perhaps still clear,
The rest are lost in dull-eyed fear.
So turn your intuition on,
Expose the lie it feeds upon.
Add reason, sharp and unafraid —
You’ll see the madness that they’ve made.
The herd’s no longer truly man,
But beasts beneath a darker plan.
To miss this truth — you play the clown,
Or serve the Beast that breaks us down.
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Loyalty to Yourself
The crowd stumbles blind into the night —
To madness, with no end in sight.
If you refuse to do their wrong,
You’re an outcast — not where you belong.
All relationships, since you were young,
Will label you as untrue.
If you won’t be their means or pawn,
You’re false to their “ideals” too.
Yet evil’s called “ideal,” and praised
With words that sound so high and wise.
Be true to yourself, or your soul will fade
In a world of lies and futile lies.
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Decadence
Ah, Hollywood and fast-food chains—
They’ve killed off art and daily dinners.
The media just fans the flames,
More brazen lies, more soulless sinners.
Wherever you may cast your glance,
It’s wedge on wedge—no room for turning.
No noble blow, no second chance—
Just scorched-out nerves from beauty burning.
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Hybrid War
The dumbing down becomes the key
To wage a war so sly and mean.
It’s everywhere, without a face—
A swarm of fools now takes its place.
That idiot will track you down
And march you to a camp in town.
Refuse the pen? Then meet your fate—
The madhouse has an open gate.
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The Well of Oblivion
A twisted crowd —
The well is proud
To drown what's best
And leave the rest.
Refuse to bend?
Then down you’ll send —
Cold waters wait
To seal your fate.
Say "yes" instead
To ice and dread —
A smarter path
Than join the wrath.
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Marching Orders
He was told to march out west,
She was sent to face the rest.
Off they went — the witless throng
To civil war, where all feels wrong.
Time has taught them close to nil —
Again, the poisoned tongues instill
The urge to **** at someone’s shout,
To strike their kin and wipe them out.
Who pulls the strings? They do not see —
The foe controls the mindless spree.
So in a fevered, frenzied trance,
They slay their friends without a glance.
Ukraine, Korea — names that burn,
When fools forget, we don’t learn.
Onward, idiot! Be bold!
No shame in measures dark and cold…
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The Deer
The world’s just fine for docile deer,
As long as no one stands too clear —
Stay on your knees, enjoy the feed,
And never question what you need.
Food and ***** — a simple plan,
Fit for every stag and clan.
They’re herded back into the pen
Beneath the flag of "change again."
The pen will change — that’s all they get.
It’s always been that way, and yet:
Food, then *****, and back once more —
The years just trickle out like lore.
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The Cause
No time to stall or wait!
Are men still in this state?
Or have the fools laid mines
For braver, smarter minds?
The bold, the true, the wise —
Now trapped in dull disguise.
The wicked lead the way,
And good is swept away.
No time for hesitation!
If you're a man — your station
Is facing evil head-on.
It strikes through clueless hang-ons.
Avoid the clowns, the brutes —
Their madness bears no roots.
They’ll wreck the work you start,
All chaos, no true heart.
The cause is striking lies
With fire that never dies.
The beast of lies won’t sleep —
It kills, it crawls, it creeps...
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The Office Baboon
The Sheep is led by Monkey's hand,
The Goat commands behind the scene.
That’s the "people" of fake lands —
Where fascist whims are routine.
The CowID show revealed the pit:
No room for human hearts or grace.
The soul is fading, bit by bit,
As devils scrub it from the race.
A brand-new breed is being bred —
The office baboon, born and trained.
When "Neo-crap" is fully spread,
The world will be a penned domain.
And once they form the ruling mass,
All human hope will face its doom —
For we let herds and fools surpass
And seed the world with evil’s bloom.
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Tautology
Pink roses, rosy bright,
Oily, thick, and shining white.
No threat in sight — but still they reign,
The new fascists rise again.
Their "kindness" hides a twisted face,
And "care" brings only cold disgrace.
Massacres masked as "healing" ways —
A peak of their audacious plays.
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Concentration Camp
The fools and swine, they are the base
Of this world's foolish, vile embrace.
Is foolery now all that's left?
A new Führer rises, cold and deft,
To craft the fools, and send them blind,
Like cattle led to slaughter, mind.
It’s hard to be your truest self
In a world where madness reigns in stealth.
If you won’t join the fools or swine,
Then you’re lost — there’s no design.
This pair has turned the world to rot,
A REAL hell, by their own plot.
The ****** are here, yet swine still crave
To feast, to riot, misbehave.
The fool builds camps from rotting ground,
A world gone sick, where hell is found.
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Wings
With wings of truth, your sight will clear—
Only then will you take flight,
Leaving decay and darkness here,
To find the Spirit's peaceful light.
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New Kolobok
The Kolobok rolled into soup,
Distracted by the creatures’ game.
Think you’re not as dumb as you look?
If so, then play the foolish same...
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The Grayness of the Zombie World and Its Box
"Topics" — memes,
Hell’s own schemes,
Filth, "deals" to sell.
And we remain mute as hell.
Clips, the box —
A true paradox,
No rules at all.
A brilliant mind —
But it falls.
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In the Mouse Trap
The world is cheese, no lutes or lyres —
A lyre spoils the appetite.
For "spirituality," just choir’s fires.
As for the mind? It’s near its end:
The CowID shows the bottom’s depth —
Few minds are left to count or trace.
If there’s cheese, it matters not:
In the trap, we eat and rest.
What’s most important, after all,
Is what each does, for what they’re worth.
To pride oneself in Hell’s own fall—
As long as there’s a stock of cheese on Earth.
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The Fools
To spin a tale,
A fine art, they say?
These fools will hail
The darkest lies, come what may.
They’ll ask for more,
Add fuel to lies' fire.
Nonsense, madness, rot —
The world a tightening wire.
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Stupidity, Grayness
Stupidity, dullness,
Rudeness, and greed.
Endless lies,
Selfishness, need.
Savagery, decay—
All in dismay:
To slaughter!
No delay...
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Superconductor
The "conductor" burns away,
If he goes too deep in Evil’s sway.
A poet’s flight — he falls or fades:
The "super-conductor" lasts but a blaze.
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Nothing to Remember
No friendship left, no love to see,
For women, none, no memory.
If art’s a strain that weighs you down,
Cut all ties, and wear no crown!
--- Total 27 poems. ---
