Total Slavery
You can leave—at least it seems,
So is slavery just dreams?
But escape? Now that's a trick—
The world’s a prison, walls too thick.
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The Abyss of Satanism
Standards matter—goods must last!
Schooling? Now that’s just a laugh.
Dumbed-down minds, no guiding form—
Fuel to feed the abyss’s storm.
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Running in defiance of ***
No troubles haunt your private life
If you avoid its heated thrill.
More space for thought, much less of strife,
And peace that bends to steady will.
Hormones can rest—let miles inspire,
For running’s faithful through the years.
It won’t betray like burnt-out fire,
Unless excess brings pains and tears.
Fights cut much deeper than the track,
And claims can wound more than a fall.
No shame from treachery attacks—
Just herbal tea instead of all.
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Cadres decide everything
Schools of Pol *** and informers' brigade,
Goebbels' own studio, lessons in hate.
Doctors like Mengele—monsters are made,
Crafted to keep us all under the weight.
Geniuses? No, that’s too much of a task—
Raising new Hitlers is harder to do.
But turning a **** into one with a mask?
Just start him in law enforcement crew.
****** once shouted of nation’s great need,
Branded a villain when all came to light.
Now the same monsters are learning his creed—
“Health” and “progress” their banners in sight.
“Health” won the war on CowID they spread,
“Progress” has lit up a battlefield’s flame.
Fools nod along as they're easily led,
Fighting and "healing" in ignorant shame.
Now there are legions—too many to save,
Hope for this world is fading to none.
It crumbles to filth, a fast-rushing wave,
And Satan stands as the last worshiped one.
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The Carrot of "Knowledge"
The fool sees knowledge as a prize—
Pass all your tests, and soon you’ll be
A learned *** in foolish skies,
Content in hollow company.
But dare to add a bit of nerve,
And you will lead the blind along—
So long as you know how to serve
The "duce" keeping your herd strong.
That truths are bent, that lies run deep—
Such things don’t bother donkeys' minds.
They only crave what they can keep—
The promise of their petty finds.
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Masks and Fools
The foe appears as a kindly uncle,
Yet in deeds, he's ruthless, cruel.
But for ages, fools adore the masks,
The simpletons and jester’s tasks—
"Real men," they say, "the golden rule."
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Sacred Grounds
The cross shines brightly all around,
Gold gleams with beauty, pure delight!
But to the soul of a bound man,
It pulls with force, though not so right...
For the Free Spirit, it’s dark and grim,
A life of toil and weariness within.
To them, any place is blessed and true,
Where Enlightenment comes without the view.
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"He who doesn’t work, shall not eat"
In those words, slavery’s no disguise.
But that's old news. The new "test" we greet—
CowID’s the trial for the broken lies.
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In ignorance, there’s peace of mind—
Like cows in stables, calm and still.
Enlightenment is not a bind—
It’s alchemy. The fate, the will.
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To Die for the Global Asylum
"Live, be dead, be truly dead. Do all you wish— it will be well."
Bunan.
The splinter of this shabby life
Lodges deep within your mind.
Pull it out— let it burst forth,
Shame and misery intertwined!
As though you were dead,
But not a heap of waste—
The Spirit’s borders erased,
And with it, war is chased.
The war’s fought by the twisted ones,
Who made you their slave.
And all the troubles you face,
Are artificial, misbehaved.
Expand your mind, so simply—
That’s the way to go.
Otherwise, you'll perish a fool,
Propping up the Asylum's flow.
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Crooked Comparisons
A fascist, like a leaf,
Falls into the Autumn's sway.
But the CREATURE, like a worm,
Gnaws at all that’s in the way.
The fascist, a CREATURE,
Grows upon the tree of doom.
The king is formal,
His enemies in the womb.
Winter comes,
The CREATURES will survive.
But the fool,
Once more, won’t stay alive.
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Chipollino is the Only Man
Chipollino’s the only man
Among the veggies, standing tall.
The cucumbers will find a plan
To heed the rulers of them all.
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The Ram’s Hell
Fears and lies on every screen,
Yet the rams still heed the scene.
They can't break free, they can't awake—
The Ram's Hell goes on, for their sake.
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Enslavement by "Ideas"
The fascist’s talk is sharp,
The humane, so meek and mild.
Like a blank sheet,
The people beguiled.
Not enough for all—
Give them "the idea,"
To bend the fools,
And rule them forever, in fear.
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The Pendulum of a Creative Soul and the Struggle of the Mediocre
Struggle's not a pendulum,
But a slide down low—
A monument to foolishness,
A triumph of madness’ glow.
The pendulum swings—
Light, Knowledge— Dark.
The creative never falters,
Or madness leaves its mark.
The pendulum swings to Dark—
Close your mind, retreat.
But when it swings to Light—
Create, and life’s complete!
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Metamorphoses
Kalashnikovs—pencils bright,
Drawing wars into the night.
But the soul's true revelation,
To hell with it—world's damnation.
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Dreams in Dreams and in "Awake"
"Life and dreams are pages of the same book."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
You keep turning through the pages
Full of nightmares, lies, and pain.
Wake up "conscious"—fool for ages,
Just to fall asleep again.
Yogis train to dream while knowing,
Yet it's hard—the gods still sleep.
That is why this world keeps glowing
Like a festering, filthy heap.
Be a god! Don't fear the ending,
Burn the rot down to the ground!
Stop decay—no more pretending,
Let the flames consume the mound.
Sunlight helps—it sees the reason,
Burns the bottom year by year.
Each new season, with more treason,
Sinks still deeper in the smear.
Spirit’s realm will rise thereafter—
There, a god must take his throne.
Dice in hand, you'll play with laughter,
Crafting worlds to call your own.
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Easier With Time
Hour by hour, it feels less dire
Swimming hard against the tide—
For the Soul. Yet some require
Struggles measured, pain applied.
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The Petition System
Vote and cheer—no real choice.
Blind and deaf, the people stay.
Idiots, rejoice! Rejoice!
Now it’s you who rule the day.
Pick a puppet—just a token,
Spun by one corrupt brigade.
Madmen march to chants unspoken,
Drummed by lies their masters made.
"Pay your debts"—the cry is spreading,
"Citizen" must heed the call.
War or "sickness", self-unthreading,
Dying’s duty most of all.
Media beasts control the masses,
Guide them like a mindless horde.
Fools are glad to serve as glasses
For the talking head they’re poured.
Yet they claim it's "good"—how clever!
Only few can see the game.
Darkness rules the world forever,
Bound by Evil’s endless chain.
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"Imperial Spirit" of a Rotten Colony
In the marshlands, fools are rushing,
Craving war without a clue.
Ruled by ****, their world keeps crushing,
Sinking deep into the blue.
"Imperial faith" is choking,
Binding all with iron chains.
Few rebel, defy the yoke, and
Face the wrath of mindless brains.
No bright future—none in sight,
Stupor drags them far below.
Brave ones fall without a fight,
Death has come to steal the show.
Judgment's near—the **** must perish,
Clean your house, rebuild anew.
Only peace is worth to cherish,
Else you’ll march to ******’s doom.
Cargo-führers play their roles,
Clumsy puppets, petty trolls.
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