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Jonny Angel Mar 2014
Come komodo,
unleash your ancient ways,
teach me lightning moves,
let me feel the sting of your bite
& the pain of your claws,
make me your disciple,
come komodo.
Jodey Ross Oct 2014
Your bites are like venom coursing through my veins.
Causing me to loss my strength.
I collapse to my knees.
Beg and plead
for you to stop the pain.
Why must you do this to me?
Make me weak and helpless?
Why must you do this?
I ask,
taking my last dying breath.
Martin Narrod Mar 2015
I called to give you a rearrangement of irony and a bucket full of Jews, I tailor made a rebreather because the past connections were used . Indeed, just like a crossview that encouraged stars to collapse, then did a fix up for the X's and O's so every oxymoron followed with a laugh. A pail of shrubs, an ounce of yore, yesterday you were following your very own bated breath. Up until you challenged yourself to a duel, you didn't look so bad for a disastrous mess. Harms' Way could be the place in town where odds go to get even, or it could be the street where Blow-Pops aren't just made, but also handed out to toothless citizens. We the captured, please and thank you, sir and mam until our captors go, like if you imagine  The Godfather in The Graduate, describing how the Komodo dragon roasts. We haven't made it thru a single day since they've come in packs of seven, but today we'll have the chance to share some face time with the hours that we are being given.

Misty-eyed, mournful, and very sorry walked in separately from the yard. They drank cold-filtered PBR and joked about all the kids they may have fathered. Has it been four weeks or just four days, since the Ferguson, Missouri Captain resigned his post? I was always taught that for a captain to go out, he or she must go down with their boat.

In time where boredom lays around with dynamite by the loads, tomorrow remind me of the basorexia I've had since we met not long ago.
Mike Essig Jan 2016
Every day I toss it
a raw piece of my heart
so it doesn't **** me.
Strange to feed something
so it won't devour you.
I have lived with this
for years beyond memory.
Perhaps, I have always
been like this,
rending my heart
to keep death at bay.

  ~mce
September May 2013
Komodo Dragons don't stop
to pick off the skin and gut
a ****. Eat the liver.
Eat the kidney. Eat the jugular
vein. Eat the
Cardiac artery.
Cliodna Rabbnot Sep 2018
There once was a lizard from the Indies
Who had a large pair of *******
The boys came to beg
But she made her own egg
And now she has a bunch of clone kiddies
world's largest lizard
very aggressive lizard
Komodo dragon
Joel Hayward Apr 2016
Wickedness dances like a Chinese dragon
held high on poles by the grinning

It curls its tail and snakes around the minds
of admirers who see beauty in its gaping jaws

Flaccid and incapable, this billowing beast
intoxicates and seduces the frustrated and resentful

It dances in Kirachi, hoodwinks in Bradford,
and slips into the dark places in distracted minds

— this infernal idea more bilious and mephitic
than a komodo’s bite

It dances wildly in the confused thoughts of lost boys
who haven’t noticed its cunning wink

They sway and rock — utterly taken
far more mistaken — until stilled by the slap of death
Stevie Ray Jul 2014
Ugly and repulsive
nek twisted backwards
facing forward
my path twisted
raining sulphuric acid
looking up
eyes and mouth wide open
I'm thirsty..
taken drugs
crack, ****, krokodile
the rain biting through my bones
necrosis from the drugs have made their way home.
tongue kissed a komodo dragon
wearing a boa constrictor for a scarf
parasites eating away at my innards
so I don't have to ****
and Imma just go on
floor made purely out of bullet ants
keep walking this path of insanity
Never before have I faced such a formidable foe as Adobe Photoshop
I give in, it has bested me.
Oh **** it, I need to make this rhyme.
Holy komodo dragons, a bee...
what a waste Apr 2016
Got the locomotion of a Komodo swollen tenfold
Harpoon tongue working like a snake's does
Point of attack: Your food for thought stash
Connecting the dots like Rorschach
Lord of the dunce cap; I'm in it for the long laugh
Poetry like scratch off's minus the cash trough
Too bad, better luck next stop
Spare a dime for the would-be spies
breaking bones from behind closed off blinds
Karijinbba Jan 2024
Repost; Various countries.
These Double standards.

With Gaza terror
resounding screams
of babes mothers fathers
sons grandparents all
shot by devils army
of cobras hiding
in plain sight
as the chosen ones
of their horned
adversary type God.

Constrictive pythons
Suffocating for decades
every child born where
no peace can ever exist
as long as unarmed
civilians cannot fight back;

He who burns innocent
souls by an old weapon
of his ancient genetic
deviated cruel make
up will again
die by greater deadly
weapons raising
for justice right now,
faster then the last.

And then only then
these primitive demons
Will be no more.
Neither their demonic
witchcraft invocations
Nor by any heavy
outwardly weaponry
against humanity
unarmed civilians

Never those komodo
Culprit ever will breathe
to smoother precious
innocent life again.

The tyrant regime rising
shamelessly orders to not
do nothing to aid
Palestinians
But only Ukrainian.

Our quest is to
unite find and stop
whoever of us all
will be targeted
for demolition next.

We all already know;
may we invoqie the main aider narcissistic culprit USA and its other puppeteer number two sadist sadist  Sinister.
Satanyshu.
"Over the top Biden" 100.000 civilians mothers children fathers. And over 10 thousand Palestinian young boys kept in prisons deplorable degrading humiliating pipe beaten, injected sterilized Gestapo headquarters number two Israel pruning human Palestinian, eating grass people!
For all if us to witness
hellish army of malice, greed, blood thirsty human genocidal lying garbage Israel.
Trashing Palestinian indigenous beautiful people to the eleven winds assassination of character Hamas' fighters  are not terrorists, Hamas is hero defender of peoples civil rights violated since fays if yore. 
The suffering three generation parents, for three decades in Gaza concentration death camps forbidden into their holy lands.
As we all boycott Nasi agenda, without end. Demonstrating worldwide, roaring for Israel, USA and England to "stop fire, to free Palestine" free civilians and allow humanitarian aid trucks in to feed children left alive to no avaid"

Now Palestinians civilians starved famined for over a month!
The only sound now israel understands is of bomb falling as if by copycat **** regime id israel brewing in waiting for decades against humanity.

Our quest now is evident, many promise to chop Israel's brutal grass cutting machine and its head snake.
~~~
https://youtube.com/shorts/wI7bqmgTcrM?si=FGNgncJE7VyqsEMr
How does one Lie?

I lie by the wayside to see the stroked faces of an old friend's dream become vivid before any scene bore witness.

I lie through my teeth to feel my hunger devour disease eager to fill a void caloric as the temperature of my society.

I lie by the bay where the watermelons grow to share a seed with my fellow fish swimming below to see if our earthen food delights their aquatic tastes.

I lie through flames as the my flesh on my feet peel back strapping down with callouses darkened as molasses to manifest the black top as payment for each step I take on the pavement.

Why does one rely on lying for rest? A rested mind is healthy throughout time. To struggle for the blues without a guitar at my waist, would seem to be a waste. I lay down my instrument as the mental space echoes concussion reverberating consciousness in my vertebrae.

I can lay my soul on the lie to define my love, or I can place my faith in defiance willingness sold down the river to stand atop a caste of dirt.
No excuses when the cash need led to hyper dramatic reactions, violent never seems to circle in his bed.

Prosperous never spoken to hold the candle up, I would have to claim Diogenes as I am the hermit yet alit no longer I roam untold of the direction only the destination is paid by temporal loop distorts creation in love in my blood.

Nyx tricks the children from hearing their own voices, encoding the solar in the monitor lizards. A Komodo spits feces as digestion: no **** required. A dragon lingers in the heart of the Chivalrous ready to swallow the maiden whole, what else can he do?

Except Lie down by the morning light grasping onto blue light between ring finger and wrist ache, A jail cell is a warmest in the winter when desperation is at his peak. A streak un-won, however losing wouldn't hold dues.

Regret harbors a Serpent in the ocean, the greatest Artist I never had a chance to hear through electronic transmission placed his being in the Leviathan, swallowing him whole with a smile on his face being the cause of his own because.
Mateuš Conrad Jan 2020
.in a land, where, ahem, "supposedly"... the one eyed man leads the blind? that oeuvre proclaimation? hard to... give the one-eyed the mastering of the people, who can see, no? as the one eye-man said, son of Odin... the two eyed are as blind as the no-eyed, in that they cross their eyes, and imagine themselves drowning... i see a serpent... without eyelids... perpetuated spine of lizard, cranium of cold, venom... the hebrew didn't exact... "justice" by ensuring the lizard to be left, wriggling, spine-esque, without attachment of limbs... no... the real torture? the torture that Moses didn't speak of? why, why oh why, did he leave the serpent without eye-lids?! i ask, because a mammal, a bonsai tiger is playing the role of a bassett hound, he's a maine ****... and he, for some, reason, enjoys my company... the fact that the "devil" lost his limbs... i'm not here for that... i'm here for the fact that serpents... spine and cranium remnants of dinosaurs... have, "apparently"... "lost" their eye-lids... imagine the agony... of falling asleep with your eyes open! sympathy for the devil? well... is there really any sympathy for a god or the gods? beside the point... ever since i was born... for all the creativity of the h'american people, their primitive christianity was perpetually sentenced to be abhorrent for me... i could never stomach it... that being said: so what their atheism. i could never stomach either side of the argument... at least with the russians you were told to settle for the kazakhs, those pseudo-Mongols... then, those, intermediate mouth-offs of the english... it's like a dog dies, but you can never get the fleas off of a dead dog! they keep on biting, trying to "revive" *******, akin to 20th century's 1960s zenith, "property allowance of dictum". let me just say... how god cursed Satan... to be left without limbs... is how he cursed... the fact... that dinosaurs, "once upon a time", ruled this orb... limbless sidewinding spines and brains? that's not the real... "pardon", for the emergence of man... do snakes have eyelids? i'm pretty ******* sure they don't. big tigers... tigers and lions... what about the domesticated bonsai tigers? last time i checked... big cats... tigers... lions... they had eyes... that resembled mammals... their pupils dilated, or contracted... cats? the bonsai? why do their pupils resemble lizards? ******* spies! leather in furrs! what's that old christian metaphor of wolves in sheep clothing? that's it, isn't it? well... here's a ******* update: lizard leather in bonsai ***** furrs! i keep having these blinking matches... with my maine *****... yes... the basset hounds of the feline kingdom... blinking matches, wavering: staring contests... the poverty of the metaphor poetics of Moses is finally revealed... you trust your cat? sure as **** your cat's eyes do not dilate or contract like a tiger's or a lion's might... there's a ******* lizard spy in that cranium of their, "cute"-ness... i'm pretty sure the eyes of a tiger, or a lion, become O from o... regarding the pupil... and not O from ()... slit. again... the biggest curse of the "devil" (dinosaurs) was... to craft a slithering pickle jar of a lizard's worth of a weaving spine and a brain cell? or, the fact, that, serpents do not have eyelids?! that they have to black out to craft a pair of eyelids? that they have to binge... and the reason why they ingest a whole body, is so that they can digest a whole body in order to fall asleep, with their eyes, open? i have just left, whatever was the worth of the poetics, associated with Moses' genesis... some **** ***** can play around with a serpent for all i care... i just need to hear a sssssssss sound in my head... find a cat sleeping in my bed... and say: those eyes are not big cat's eyes... they change from mammalian through to lizard... cats are dinosaurs' spies; and no, the curse of leaving a serpent without limbs... which explains the ******* crocodile... the komodo dragon... i'm worried that "god" took a snippet of the eyelids of the serpents... the "retrospective" lab. specimen of the remains of the dino. inquiry into the past of this, orb.

o.k., so i integrated, now what?
can the anglophone world
put away its ******* of giving
everyone a fair chance when that
supposed "fair" chance is
a neurotic take on not being "racist"?
what, a, load, of, *******:
  and pastoral ****-heaps of oops -
i should have migrated in my
teenage years and kept my
diacritical exfoliation,
       the distinction by accent if not
by colour... but i'm sure you're
well aware that the oliwki -
i just call the ******* olives -
              have a joker card of the obviousness:
i.e. like ******* are descendent
of an eskimo...
                 today is the first night
of night frost...
     metal is hit first,
the cement paparazzis are not yet
economised -
                        and i find it a waste of a day
in winter if i see sunlight...
    so i go back to bed:
the plan was always:
go to sleep in the night,
wake up when it's night.
           i'm not buying it...
              but i should have really
misguided by efforts in learning this,
god-forsaken tongue,
imperfected it, rather than perfected it,
retained the: free meal ticket of
the ******* accent and then scream
when the opportunity came: racism!
racism!
                  easier if i were olive
skinned...
                free rides like that don't come
so often...
         the english have become
neurotic beyond compensation!
      i'm not nervous about being called
a racist or a ****... call me that enough
times and then a lightbulb moment
will, happen... problem is:
i'll embrace that stereotype with as much
gentlemanly airs and "concern" that
will only be made for the opposite
party to not distinguish politeness from,
ridicule...
              no no,
these people will not be riddles -
they'll be ridiculed, a massive difference.
i sometimes regret learning the english
language to establish myself by the native
standard of talk,
  because once you've attained that:
then what?
     you already have a meritocracy that's
build upon: what's best representative
of your multiculturalism -
apparently the whites don't distinguish
other whites...
                    as it is clearly seen:
christianity taught the nebulous blood-thirty
barbarians a culture of masochism...
            it's actually painful to hear
a german speak, less painful speaking
german yourself...
       herr... wachsen einige hoden, bitte!
danke
.
           it just looks like watching a boxer
in match wearing a ******* tutu.

    willkommen! zu aufpassen:
                    die zeit zu kommen sie!
*****-brute-deutsche...
    hündin-brachial-ßaß!
           ­      ich: jawohl!
                                  
   you want to punch: you better want
to punch high, on the head...
for the... ******* concussion
    (die gehirnerschütterung...
guess what... no trenches for you...
chemical nouns!
  ficken feen paddy kobolde -
    glücklich?!)

there has never come a time,
similar to this,
when a ******, a polen...
would, love, the deutzsche-zunge
as much, as he might love it now...
weird... seltsam...
                gott, mit uns!

memories of my grandfather's plea:
herr! bitte bon-bon!
         before the soviets came
and decided to sleep with the goats...
kommen auf ein metallurgiefamilieanfänge
(carbohydrate enough for you,
mrs. khan?!)
          what is it with me and the allure
toward the german tongue,
away from zee Ęnglisch?!

       i have an idea, or, two...
so many pakistanis with khan
as their surname...
it almost makes you, "wonder"...
islam blah blah this,
islam blah blah that...
       a lot of pakistanis with
mongolian surnames...
       time to find the wound...
time to find the salt..
  don't you think?
     oh: nicht bitter...
                       wirklichkeit... prüfen,
eh?
                i can't, or rather,
i don't have the energy to hate,
or remind the saxons,
their misdeeds...
              ich bin müde!
                i am, tired...
    see? no diacritical marks,
i have to make up the "loss" with
punctuation markers...
                            kennt ihre nachbar!
liebe? liebe?!
                   kennt ihre nachbar
            wie dich selbst!
liebe?! ah ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
sagte die eifersüchtig gott...
liebe?
                how about: know your neighbour
as yourself...
      the command, love your neighbour
as yourself... can we leave that sort of *******
to petting cats and pigeons?!
i rather know my neighbour as i
might know myself...
        love is never a part of the golden rule
of universal application...
  love is a futility of diminished
senses...
       i rather know my neighbour,
than love him,
as much as as i rather know myself,
than love myself.

so when's the next *******' worth
of riddles going to come from?
   palestine...
  look, i've already exhausted the "jewish q.",
i'm tired of jewish wisdom...
what's next: the arab pandora's box?
great!
    mind you... it's so nice to see
the yews the yids, the 'ebrews
making fwends with the arabs again...
hell: goat herder met another goat
herder...
       which leaves the argentinian
neo-nazis with the beef!
            and some of us:
with leather shoes, belts...
                 jackets... and... bacon!

god bless... this wonderful world!
Pluto Jul 2019
Breathe !

I softly lay my lips on yours
With eyes shut and only the sound of my raging heart calling your name

BReathe !

Our toungues wrestling like komodo dragons
With blood rushing through every inch of my veins

BREathe !

I dig and scratch my fingers into you back
Trying to claw my way into the very essence of your soul

BREAthe !

I pause and push you gently and become lost in your pale blue eyes once more
I see the ocean...the sky...the stars...and reach again as your pupils dilate

BREAThe !

My body pulsates as I call your name
Like a man drowning in the ocean

BREATHe !

Please stop...I softly whisper in your ear
With my last breath...as death do as part

BREATHE !
what a waste Sep 2016
I'm commanding a komodo.
--Lord of the Dragonflies.
I'm scraping my belly
against an utter like sky.
-So close you can fang the rainbow.

My enemies look like kangaroos
equipped with brass knuckles.
-USELESS-
But they don't know this.
So they keep swinging,
thinking, "Please! Let just one hit."
Little do they know,
you can't hold a candle to a ghost.
**** and I'm up in smoke.

I'm fishing in a fissure.
Fighting off the seizures.
Flinging my gorilla mitts
at them cowardly lizards
like look, this is my tower.
Jamison Bell Jun 2016
I figured it out at a fairly young age, there is nothing I want, only what I need.
But if I could have what I want? Free from the gluttony, the guilt, and the greed?

I want to know what, the where, when, and why.
The who doesn't matter, because everyone dies.

Its my desire to know these things that you don't.
Those things you can't know and probably won't.

Like just what was up with the loneliest whale.
Sung much too loud, no friends by his tale.

I'd like unlimited access to what the Hubble finds.
The **** you keep secret from blowing our minds.

To know what she's thinking, feeling, and ****.
So that I may know whether to stay or quit.

To be right on time for all the best sunsets.
Or to forgvie and forget all those ****** regrets.

To know when and where to see the northern lights.
A front seat next time the Komodo dragons fight.

To know if she's smiling, make the why optional.
To know if she's hurt, this ones unconditional.

And why was I where I shouldn't have been when?
And why the hell cant I go back there again?

How may I acquire a bioluminescent glow?
That one right there would be impressive to know.

Just how did I get her to despise me so much?
Was it the lack of presence, or the last time we touched?

What was the name of her favorite song?
I will learn this if it takes all night long.
Amy asked for
Brian's basket,
Casey almost blew a gasket.
Daniel went to summer school,
Ethan thinks he's super cool.
Fiona fell right on the floor,
Gabby laughed and laughed some more.
Hugo got the heebie-jeebies,
Isaac loves to score some freebies.
Jess is top in all her classes,
Kylie needs her reading glasses.
Lyra loves to sing a song,
Maggie never thinks she's wrong.
Noah broke his little nose,
Oliver drinks right out the hose.
Penny poses for a photo,
Quincy's dragon's a Komodo.
Ryan thinks his dog has rabies,
Stuart's cat just had some babies.
Tommy likes to play baseball,
Ursula likes the season fall.
Violet plays the violin,
Wyatt's strength comes from within.
Xavier needs all
Your attention,
Zane just got his tenth detention.
Pippi Apr 2017
I write about my ex a lot,
we didn't talk much, but our tongues touched,
we used to have *** a lot and
it was so hot that it set my soul ablaze,
and no, it wasn't my first time, but ****,
he sparked something in me, I was ready to tell
my mother I am in love now and I am a woman
in ways I never was before, I hoped that these
flames never go out, I'd proudly show off these
burn marks and these scars, I'd leave my
Neosporin at home.

I said that I needed someone to come along and
break my heart, but no, it was only a joke, I just
needed that spark to write, something to get me
fired up, something to get my pen scalding ink
into the page, but why did it have to be pain?
You were never good at detecting sarcasm,
you were never good at reading my text
messages, responding to my love, my love
this burns, I have reached my boiling point
everything of yours must go now.

Take back those texts which were more like
I was conversing with myself, the phone calls
that were always convenient for you, the "baby,
I really want to see" when you felt like being bothered,
the "I miss you" when you wanted to slide inside me,
because remember, we didn't talk much, our bodies
touched, we used to have *** a lot, naive of me to think
that lust could convert to love so easily, you quickly
reminded me that I am was playing with fire.

Take back those shirts and hoodies that used to smell
like you, the ones that I would breathe in deeply when
you weren't in my presence, take those good days back,
they cloud my judgement and make me forget that the
bad times outweighed the good like a fat kid on a seesaw,
take back those words, you didn't mean any of them, those
lies that stuck to my thighs, this body tagged with your graffiti,
this love that was never reciprocal, never equal, I love math
but I have always had a personal beef with improper fractions,
take this body, this ******-WAIT. Actually, just bubble wrap that
and put it in a box and send it back to me, I will be sure to give it
to someone more deserving than you next time.

My friend warned me after our second break-up that this is
dangerous, but I said no, I waved her off, that because you,
an arsonist and me, a pyromaniac, that this is just the way our
love goes, I turned off the sprinklers, ignored the beeping of the
detectors, I snatched the batteries out after a while, I told my
friend no matter what do not call 911, do not extinguish this,
there is no point, this forest fire destroys everything in its path,
this love is a slow burn.

There are things that you can't take back, things that you want
to give back, or throw away, they still find a way back into your attic,
or back in your bed, or lodged into your brain, I remember scrolling
Twitter once, and landed on one of your tweets, you said that you
was just dating but it was nothing special, and that caused my heart
to combust, as if implying that I was nothing special, like I didn't concave
my body in the ways you wanted me to, like I didn't engulf myself in
submission, like I didn't become the woman that you wanted, nothing
special and that burned like spraying perfume into my eyes, and that
singed like rubbing alcohol into a fresh wound, hurtful pits of rage, I
felt flames coming from my ears, I spat venom, I became a Komodo
dragon, I became dead set on ruining everything you owned, my blood
simmered, it reeked of the smell of my bubbling flesh, I have reached my
melting point, everything of yours is gone now.

At least I can say I tried even when it went up in smoke, I coughed and
choked and my eyes ran tears, I am the last thing to go, and though this
pains me, I must leap from this burning building even if it means I'll break
my legs, at least I know about sacrifice, at least I know about love though not
much to show for it but at least I tried; I am the one who flew too close to the
sun, I am the one who couldn't control the chariot and Zeus had to strike me
down, I came back alive as a firefly, pray you get to catch me next time, I arose
from the debris blemish free, my friends will say look how you glow now, and I
will say yes and I now have tons of material, but why did it have to come from
pain? I hope you are scrolling on Twitter or Instagram or see me in person and I am
smiling, and you think wow what happened to all of her scars, isn't she something
special, she looks so beautiful, she is so happy, without me...without me? And I hope
it burns your hearts to ashes.
Stu Harley Apr 2019
the
raisin black
marbled eyes of
the
armor-plated  
komodo dragon
introduced
me
to
his
kinfolks
with
a
whiskey smile
a wink
and
a
cherry red
fork tongue
that
said how do you do
and
not only that
it is a great pleasure
to
meet you
Storms and Dreams

I love the storm in heated Fall —
So much for "warming's" final call!
If you are sharp, awake, aware,
You’ll trash the BEASTS and all their glare.

The cows all ****, the plants all choke —
This world’s a gas-infested joke.
But if your mind is clear, not blind,
You’ll cut through dogma’s ties that bind.

You’ll see the Sun grow bold and bright,
Preparing for a searing rite —
To scorch all lies down to the bone
And burn this False World to the stone.

Yet if the Spiritual Man
Were not so rare, but led the clan,
He’d stand for Nature like a king,
And even calm the solar swing.

The Earth has called — the Sun replied,
Its blazing message cannot hide.
But why must all be turned to ash?
Let’s smash the LIES, not Earth, in clash.

That rot has poisoned field and sea,
And humans crawl like blight on tree.
While anti-humans rule the hive,
The Earth will cleanse — none left alive.



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Two-Legged Sheep

A sheep is bred for Doom and Death,
For cultured Ends, for Final Breath.
A brand-new type, by fate designed —
Its brain near-pulp, its soul declined.

The Ramnavirus made it plain:
This world has lost its twitching brain.
They’re building camps across the sphere
For all whose minds are still sincere.

If you're not sick — prepare to die.
They'll craft a CowID to try
Outdoing past and future Hell —
Death dressed in white — a doc as well.

He stabs you with a poison lie
While Evil’s howling from the sky.
And fools — they cheer, believe the swine.
But now the fool's an old design:

The "sheepman" is the brand-new freak —
Submissive, blind, corrupt, and weak.
Will higher powers watch this farce?
This mad world worships Satan's ****.

Yes, he’s the god now, drenched in slime,
Ruling this age of filth and crime.
The sheep revolt? No — not a chance.
So let’s just smirk… as MADNESS DANCE.



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A world of sheep — no soul, no clue.
The doc’s in white — the end comes too.
They cheer the camp, they love the chain.
And Satan smiles… through sheepish brain.



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Light in the Dark

Gleams of Light —
Not a stream:
Song is sung,
Now comes the Dream...

Storm is rising —
Dark and deep.
Crowds await
Their "happy sleep."

Was the song
For them designed?
What a waste —
The deaf, the blind.

They won't feel it,
Won't awake —
On their knees
For "manna" fake.

Sing your truth
To just a few,
Call them forth
Through twilight blue.

Lead them past
The darkened veil —
Mind won’t grasp
What lights prevail.

Let your inner sense arise —
Light’s flare is a glimpse of skies.



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The Light won’t flood a world so blind —
It sparks for those who seek and find.



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The Net and the Zombie Box

Today I watch TV with glee —
This puke connects me to my "free"
And mighty homeland, drunk and dazed,
Still mourning Spirit it erased.

It drank itself into a grave,
Once wise — now proudly soul-depraved.
I’ll watch again — the rot, the trend,
Grows funnier… for poems to bend.

The zombie box? A vile parade —
Yet perfect source for truth displayed.
Hell’s broadcast in its rawest stream:
Each meme’s a monster’s mocking dream.

CowID was a circus act,
Broadcast on loop — no sense, no tact.
One gulp of that and you might drown,
Like minds gone rotten all around.

Just kidding, though — I never stare
At zombie screens. I’m more aware.
Reflections from the sheep online
Are more than enough for every line.



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TV’s a sewer, spewing lies —
But in the Net, the stench still flies.
The herd repeats it all by rote —
And that’s the "truth" they love to quote.



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Strangled by Memory, the Mind Must Die

"The most vital knowledge is the art of forgetting the useless."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BCE


Forget the useless! Toss it out!
How much crap they pour about
In youth — with strain and stiff decree —
Straight from Bedlam's ministry.

Memory overload — beware!
It murders thought beyond repair.
They “teach” with tons of reeking trash,
Till minds collapse in one loud crash.

This isn’t chance — it’s by design:
To **** the mind, by slow decline.
They swap your thoughts for toxic streams
And run your life through broken dreams.

The creatures lie — through work, through news.
In Mary's World of Twisted Views,
Deception's fine-tuned to the core —
They fake it better than before.

For ages long, their scheme's the same:
Plant fictions deep — then shift the blame.
The idiot in mental chains
Is easier to lock than brains.

He cannot think — so can’t perceive
The monstrous lies that make him grieve.
But call him “free”? He swells with pride,
While truth is mocked and pushed aside.

Forget the useless — hear your Soul!
It holds the key, the map, the goal.
And if you dare — with mind intact —
You’ll find the path they want you lacked.



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Forget their junk — reclaim your mind.
The path to truth leaves lies behind.
Think clear — and all their fake design
Falls dead beneath your inner sign.



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Consumption and Mass “Culture”

Main course, please! Bring out the herring,
Sausage, bacon — load the plate!
Pour some *****, keep it daring —
Drown the country in that state.

Gorge and chug — the proud ambition
Of the masses, dumb and proud.
Hence the chains and the submission —
Everything else gets disavowed.

***, “education,” faith — all twisted
To amuse and numb the brain.
Learn to grab what’s most delicious,
Skip the soul, pursue the gain.

Gobble down those rare sensations,
Shun excess — keep lies intact.
Lying well ensures your station —
It’s the top-consumer’s pact.

Lie with skill — and you’re ascending.
Truth? Just dead weight on the climb.
What you sell means more than meaning —
Emptiness becomes the prime.

Empty heads and zombie stations —
That’s the peak of culture now.
But this Hell of simulations
Won’t deceive us — not somehow.



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They feed on lies and call it grace —
The mass “culture” is a feeding place.
But those not drunk on screen and plate
Still see through all that crafted fate.



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So Bored, So Broken...

It’s boring now. It’s grim, it’s dead —
No more themes left to be said.
Worthy souls are rare as air...
Is it time to leave? — Who'd care?

Fools still swarm with base desires:
Breed and binge, then stoke their fires.
All this mess was made for It —
Born to gulp and breed and sit.

Years decay — the sane are few.
Don’t regret what you must do.
To linger here, mid mutant spawn —
Is death by boredom, drawn and drawn.

Worse than Misha’s fate, I’d say.
Our world shrinks more every day.
Trapped in trivia, caught in debt —
Tiny hooks, and tighter net.

The creatures lace us up with fluff,
Their petty lies — a steaming bluff.
Fascists shout from holy spires,
Spewing filth as sacred choirs.

All’s infected. Mind and Soul
Show the rot — a deeper hole.
Not a scratch, but sarcoma’s thread:
No bright years — just walking dead.

The House of Fools is overgrown —
The creatures **** to guard their throne.
War, CowID, and hunger’s call —
The fool obeys — and that's it all.



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No heroes left, no fight to start —
Just mutants bred with soulless heart.
The fool obeys. The world’s insane.
There’s nothing left... but dirt and pain.



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Disillusionment

Be disillusioned — crush your fear.
Be done with lies that rule you here.
Cling to nothing — it’s all dust.
Why rot among these masks of rust?

Disillusion — your first stride
Toward the Truth they’ve tried to hide.
Shake off this shameful, clinging crust —
Your mind’s a haze, your thoughts unjust.

Only then you’ll break the chain
That drags your Spirit down in pain
Into the hell where Thought is torn,
Where Soul is mocked, and Fear is born.

Sharpen instinct, strengthen sight,
Let your Spirit lead the fight!
Wage your war on global lies —
It’s not just you that Truth revives.

The root of spell is charm and trance —
A curse that keeps us in a dance
Of dumbing-down and blind retreat
In madhouse worlds made for the meat.

Smash the fascism — or it kills.
Live off-grid, outside their drills.
Man’s no longer free — he’s bought.
A slave no more — just labeled stock.

Need an example? — Muzzled face:
Their fake “plague” laid it all in place.
Where is Honor, Reason, Pride?
Truth is drowned in fascist tide.

So fight and rise — your Soul’s at stake!
Find the wise ones. Bonds to make.
**** this fascist global beast!
Stand for truth — or be deceased.



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Disillusion — break the chain.
See the spell, reject the brain.
Soul won’t live in fear and lies —
So rise, or rot as Spirit dies.



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The Dagger

The thirst for Truth, the drive to be,
And longing for true Liberty —
These two foundations, firm and raw,
Define your nature's deepest law.

But one alone will never guide
The flame of talent deep inside.
Without both sight and inner spark,
You’ll stumble, groping in the dark.

For every "giant" of the mind
Needs keen critique, and senses fine —
Let intuition lead your way,
And forge your Self without delay.

Unite the Soul, the Mind, the Will —
A molten blade of sharpened skill.
For only through creative fire
You touch the light that won’t expire.

The Spirit knows no full retreat
When chasing truth through cold defeat.
So seek! Defy! Be bold! Be true —
Only the master breaks right through.

That mastery begins as quest —
A search for paths that free the best.
But intellect, without the Soul,
Will rot, and never reach the goal.

So forge yourself — a dagger bright,
With Spirit core and Reason’s bite.
And strike the Beast, the soulless Thing —
It’s simple. Cut. And end its sting.



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A soul-forged blade, a sharpened mind —
That’s how the Beast gets left behind.
No lies, no leash, no gilded chain —
Just one clean cut — through mask and brain.



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Tensions

"The 'I' is built from moments of inner strain.
When those dissolve — the 'I' is gone,
and only true emptiness remains."
— Katsuki Sekida


Release the strain — and you’ll see clear.
Till then, you're just a fool, my dear.
You've crawled through lies with choking breath,
A walking ghost — half-dead to death.

Strain is born where lies reside,
Where fear and murk infest the mind.
That’s how the BEASTS destroy the bright —
Pure thought gets slaughtered in that fight.

But once the clutch of lies is gone,
The grasping ends, illusion’s drawn —
You’re not a lamb led off to die,
But One Who Walks. You ask: “Where? Why?”

Out of Hell — that’s where you go.
EMPTINESS — the path to flow.
Rare it is, like sacred breath —
When you break from herds of death.

Masses dumb, diseased and blind —
If you escaped, don’t look behind.
At first, no god you’ll find in space —
He’s risen far beyond this place.

Strain is ego, clenched and tight —
It births the rot, distorts the Light.
This world of filth and sold-out things
Will fall — it breaks on ego’s wings.

But what of those who break and go?
We’ll see, in time — don’t fear the flow.
Leave this garbage world behind —
Ahead, a Spark begins to shine.

Go within — let that be known:
Your intuition carves the stone.
Let your insight shred and tear
The LIES the creatures plant in there.

Lies in you — yes, more than few.
So clean your soul — let truth break through.
Let EMPTINESS be born inside —
From that, your Self will rise with pride.

Rebirth in Hell — the only way
To tear the iron gates away.
Delay, and you become the swine —
So charge, with fire, through their line!



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Strain is ego. Drop the weight.
Emptiness will liberate.
In the dark, let soul ignite —
And blast straight through into the Light.



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An Insured Case

An insured case —
A pension in Ugliness,
Called a country.
Simple as a guess:

A genocide prolonged,
Stretching through the ages.
Yet the “blessed folk” —
Are fools on empty stages.

Easy to rule fools —
Promise what you will.
Happiness far off —
A path forged by a devil.

The devil’s president,
King or other dunce.
A cop controls the media —
Like a hammer’s punch.

That hammer strikes
The mind with brutal force —
Lies nonstop —
The dull believe the source.

To live for truth —
Is sin in Ugliness.
The law — oppress
The mind, the nobleness.

An insured case —
A world decaying fast:
Head sick,
Soon led to slaughter’s past.

CowID revealed
The beast’s dark, snarling face.
If not yet crushed,
End with a swan’s grace.

Close the door with thunder —
That’s the answer to the horror
Of a world beneath the Beast’s sway,
Where darkness holds its law.



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A world sick, ruled by lies and pain —
The Beast’s grip tightens like a chain.
But slam the door, make silence loud —
Resist the dark, refuse the crowd.



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Dualistic Thinking

Dualistic thought can’t grasp this world:
It casts a shadow, flags unfurled,
Where sorting lines become a god —
And truth gets chained, suppressed, and flawed.

Cause and effect stand firm as stone,
Yet beasts and **** rule thrones unknown.
Their vision’s black and white, so crude —
What’s unseen simply eludes.

No tool can bring the near or far,
Introspection’s where the answers are:
What’s Soul? What’s Mind? The subtle quest
Beyond the mind’s verbose unrest.

A world of verbal diarrhea,
Its peak — the dullest, darkest idea:
Good and Evil, dual poles,
Where crocodiles outclass the foals.

No cynicism? You won’t survive —
Not sane, if you’re not sharp and live.
Most fools abound; dualism fails,
Though poets reshape words in tales.

Between the words lie gaps of fire,
And passion flows in rhythmic wire.
No words suffice, no joke, no play,
To frame the complex in full display.

But direct Vision knows no words —
Its depths outpace a thousand birds.
Intuition stands your guard,
Reducing lies and falsehoods hard.

Return to roots: the Spirit leads,
The Mind’s but servant to its deeds.
Then mind’s no fractured mosaic —
It fears no storm, no logic break.



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Dual thought blinds — it cuts in black and white.
But Spirit’s flame reveals the light.
Mind serves Soul — in unity,
Fearless in infinity.



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The Enemy’s Image

"Don’t retreat, don’t ever yield," —
A battle cry the dull have sealed.
The mindless herd, whose cruel game
Mocks common sense without a shame.

They lead us to the fight, the grind —
But build their prisons in our mind.
The "enemy" is set by them:
A mirror warped, a twisted gem.

They’ll find a dozen traits to blame,
To stain the “us” and fan the flame.
No quirks allowed, no strange dissent —
Division grows, their lies cement.

That propaganda fuels the war,
Painting foes as poor and poor.
Thus beasts rule fools with slight disguise,
Just changing methods, but the lies.



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The enemy’s a twisted mask —
Designed to serve the tyrant’s task.
Divide and rule — the beasts proclaim,
And fools obey their endless game.



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Rot from a Fool

Pinocchio crafts his Pinocchietta,
Wood once firm — now dust and fret-a.
They turn a man to lowly beast,
A clinical fool, the dullest least.

Entropy grows with every round,
Decay is nearing, creeping sound.
This world is sick with fatal curse —
Idiot’s plague, but none disperse.

Fools feel better in madhouse halls,
That madhouse — global — where all falls.
And Spirituality lies comatose,
The Spirit’s doomed if mind’s morose.

But all this rot will fuel the fire,
When rot itself becomes much higher.
Papa Carlo, dumb as cork,
Once dared to carve a fool’s fork.



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From fools comes rot, decay, and dust —
Yet rot can blaze if sparked by trust.
The fool’s own doom, a twisted jest —
Made by the fool who built the rest.



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Cotton Wool

In Germany’s dark war-time years,
No one was called a filthy fascist here.
But Cotton Wool’s long lost its mind —
Quoting “Mein Kampf,” and Goebbels’ kind,

Twisting words to spread the hate,
A fiery poison, seed of fate.
One half-leader rules the show —
And lies grow bolder as they grow.

Cotton Wool, simply put, is broke —
A fool’s fortress, fascism’s yoke.
Some of them fascists true and raw —
Could teach the Führer’s twisted law.

Yet German folk, more sharp and bright,
Outpaced these fools trapped in their blight.
History’s farce returns again —
The cotton crowd’s enslaved to pain.



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Cotton Wool’s lost sense and brain —
Spreading hate and fascist stain.
Once proud, now fools who blindly kneel —
To darkness, lies, and iron heel.



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Reincarnation of the Tachanka

The tachanka’s ghost revives the dread
Of orcs who flee where tanks would tread.
Where armor stalls and battle wanes,
A jeep with guns still holds the lanes.

The Rashist hordes in wild retreat —
Abandoning their broken fleet.
New tachankas bring their doom
To cursed fascism’s hateful gloom.

Makhno fought both Reds and Whites,
For freedom’s cause, his only right.
Ukrainians fight with fearless pride —
Their father’s song flows far and wide.



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When tanks slow down, the tachanka rides —
Fear sparks in fleeing fascist hides.
Freedom’s fire in every fight —
Ukraine’s sons defend the right.



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Armageddon Man

Stack your cash, think less each day,
Fortify your burrowed way.
Drink more, crunch your snacks with glee —
To hell with all that’s meant to be.

Forget the vows, the honor, shame,
Forget clear mind, forget the name.
Shed your burden — let “Councils” reign,
“Governments” will bear the pain.

Wipe out burdens, hard and grave...
But when disaster comes to save,
From those “Councils,” wrath will rise —
Sin’s atoned through End’s demise.

The End of History, global stage —
A total, fiery, final rage.
If fool today’s obedient pawn —
Your fate’s the end before the dawn.



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Drink, ignore, and build your den —
While fools await the end of men.
Armageddon’s burning call —
One fate awaits us all.



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The Yes-Man and the Patient One

The yes-man’s worn to bitter bone,
While patient ones are rock alone.
Trust in lies pressed hard like gas —
Now chaos rules, no turning back.

Here every madness finds its way,
Where once mere noodles hung to sway.
No sarcasm’s sharp enough
To sketch decline — the **** move rough:

Biobots must be turned to beasts
As fast as possible — no feasts.
Drain the global sludge away,
And pen the herds where they must stay.

No need for people — costly, slow —
Too much fuss, just let them go.
Turn humans into cattle, fiends,
And those who fight — end of scenes.



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Trust the lies, press hard the gas —
Turn minds to beasts, let reason pass.
Herd the fools, crush those who stand —
This is how they rule the land.



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Lies

Amidst the lies, it’s hard to find
The grains you need — so rare, so blind.
Without some luck, you dig and dig
Through empty rocks, a barren rig.

Divine intent must guide your way,
Or in the falsehood’s flood you’ll sway.
Half-truths, illusions, veils that bind —
At Judgment’s Day, you’re caught, confined.

Caught by lies — the nets are spread:
Propaganda’s poison thread,
“Science” sold by Judas’ hand,
“Education” built on sand.

Countless lies and wicked breeds,
All entwined in wicked deeds.



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Lies catch you in a deadly snare,
Truth’s grain is buried deep somewhere.
Without the light to guide your stride,
You’re just the bait the lies provide.



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Pinocchio as Beast

Time to turn Pinocchio
Into a bio-robot, cruel and low.
Just scare the logs till dumb they fall —
Once half-wits, now idiots all.

The dumbest logs must meet their fate,
While chips go in, to program state.
Pinocchio gave in, trapped and tight,
New Papa Carlo drugs the night.

You’ll become a perfect tool,
Spirit crushed, beneath the rule.
The new fascism’s strong and near —
They’ll march you to the “brave new sphere,”

A camp rebuilt, a hell on earth,
Where beasts command, and break all worth.
Satan’s era soon will reign —
The age of horrors and of pain.

No limit to this idiot’s breed —
“New man” will be the filth, indeed.
So trash them all, the **** and slime —
Remove this blight from Earth in time.

It’s coming — cataclysms sweep,
To purge the filth that lies too deep.
Let these fiends shriek lies in vain —
Darkness falls, no dirt remains.



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Pinocchio’s lost, a beast in chains,
The new fascism’s fiery reign.
Spirit crushed, the earth will purge —
Lies fall, the darkness will submerge.



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Kremlin Fascism

Fascism plus fools — a force so vast.
But when **** loots the dumb and last,
Putler’s no ****** — strength’s not there
To bring the world its fatal snare.

That Kremlin clone, all rotten minds —
A stench that flows through darkened times.
Come down, you ****, off Kremlin’s throne,
Your masters fall — left to bemoan.

Genocide may run its course,
But fools are trash without the source.
Fascism needs a steady plan,
Or all their schemes will fall, and

Attacks without a clever brain
Will stall and fail, just cause more pain.
Down with the dull and senseless crew!
We’ll crown new fascists, old and new —

And horror screams like days gone past,
When Chekists ruled with iron grasp.



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Fools plus fascists, rotten core —
Putler’s weak, can’t wage full war.
Without a plan, the attack will fail —
New fascists rise, the nightmare’s tale.



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February’s Scoundrel

“February. Ink to weep and cry,
Write of February’s breaking sky,
While slush and roar in cold dismay,
Burn black as spring fades far away.”
— Boris Pasternak, 1912


Our scoundrel: turn on TV, weep —
Our Führer’s fierce, his grip runs deep.
A mastermind who drives the orcs
To charge with brutal, ruthless force.

“Three days — then Kiev,” slyly spun,
He stretched the months — the dog undone.
“******,” that cursed, fierce beast,
The noose he tightened, never ceased.

The noose slips down, the people crushed,
Russia’s folk squeezed, hope turned to dust.
****** stunned — kings and false saints fall,
His double left no throne at all.

A titan in this tragic play,
Bearing “values,” striking the West’s sway.
If you don’t bow, you’re doomed, erased —
A threat to bonds he’s sworn to brace.



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Turn on the screen — the scoundrel’s there,
Leading orcs with ruthless flair.
The noose tightens, hope’s grown thin —
February’s dark lies begin.



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Meowing Cats, Talking Sheep, and Komodo Propagandists

The Dao of “Meow” from sheepish herds,
Stinks and fumes in countless words.
Varans many, loud and crude —
Komodo lizards spread the feud.

Poisoned spit sprays on the sheep,
Hybrid wars run dark and deep.
Once poisoned, sheep march to the ****,
Wounded by their masters’ will.

Be a cat — meow loud and free,
Live apart, your own decree.
For sheep, such fate is grim and stark —
No war, no poison, no false mark.



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Cats just meow, while sheep obey —
Komodo lies lead them astray.
Stay a cat, live free, apart —
Avoid the poison, guard your heart.



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Hotbed of Evil

Like “Hippocratic Oath” they claim,
And everywhere “democrats” the same.
Hard to write without a curse —
Lies, fascism, degenerates worse.

**** and wars, the mess we’ve earned,
Though no peace, but boils that burned.
Like a python, **** lie still,
Crushing all by ruthless will.

Only the strong hold the reign,
Schemes arise, a twisted game.
Left sector, right — all sell their soul,
No one here plays a decent role.

No barriers for fascist schemes,
Idiocy rules, shattering dreams.
Less tragedy, more fools’ parade —
Masks of grief are just a charade.

What we face is no tragic play —
It’s muzzles tight, night’s foul display.
Hotbed of Evil in full bloom,
If you endure — you share the gloom.



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Lies and hate breed everywhere —
Evil’s garden, foul despair.
Muzzle up or speak your mind —
Endure the dark, or break the bind.



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Sinking Rot

A colossus stands on clay-made feet —
This world beneath the moon’s defeat.
Dark fascism thick and deep,
And creeping dumbness crushes steep.

Two-thirds are fools, the blame is theirs —
These logs approve all evil snares.
The lice devour all, farewell, Earth’s grace,
As **** corrupts this sacred place.

Lice are beasts, no humans here —
Satan wears masks, even “communism’s” sneer.
Lies have swallowed all we knew —
No world remains, just rotten stew.

No poison worse than lies so vast.
Multiply them quick and fast,
And madness grows beyond control,
Any command fulfilled in whole.

For fools abound in greatest throng,
No whining helps, no right from wrong.
Repentance fails — the truth’s undone —
The world drowns in this web of ****.



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A world of clay, on rotten feet,
Where lies and fools and **** all meet.
No hope remains, the rot runs deep —
The Earth drowns fast, too blind to keep.



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May’s October Child

I walk through May’s own days,
Though it’s October’s haze —
Shedding lies and fear
In this cursed lair.

This world’s become a den,
And rightly so, my friend,
For bowed beneath the dread
Of that pestilent spread.

But June will never come —
The doom’s not far from home:
All filth will fade away,
If Spirit’s gone astray.



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Walking May in October’s chill,
Lies and fear I fight with will.
The world’s a den, the end’s in sight —
Spirit fades, succumbs to night.



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So-Called "Mobilization"

Prepping the “meat”:
Office plankton fleet,
Straight “past the cash desk,”
To war — no retreat!

Meat turns into mince,
The “cash desk” will burn.
Marching straight to Hell —
If reason won’t turn.



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Meat for war, they herd and send,
Reason lost, the march won’t end.



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Orcs Hiding in Their Holes

Orcs were made to beat and break,
Born of lies, for pain’s own sake.
Step outside your filthy den —
Get a beating once again!

Doubt the Gnome who rules that place,
You’ll get crushed without a trace.
That foul beast holds cruel reign,
Slaves the orcs in endless pain.

Lies justify his cruel hand —
“Love,” he claims, to rule the land.
Orcs all hide inside their holes,
Feeding on deceitful goals.

Yet the beatings never cease —
Gnome and Satan share their lease.
This harsh torment has no end —
Orcs will fall by fiend’s command.



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Orcs in holes, whipped and bound,
Gnome’s lies keep them down.
Beatings endless, shadows grow —
Power corrupts, the fiends will sow.



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Monkey Logic

Monkey logic, built on "yes" or "no,"
Simply "fight" or "flee" when dangers grow.
In minds so pitiful, these chains are tight —
No need for prisons, courts, or whip’s bite.

Reality flows as a single stream —
Don’t tear it apart, don’t break the dream.
Else you’ll become just beastly prey,
Led to slaughter, thrown away.

When “fight or flight” is all they know,
You scare the herd — to pens they go!
This world is ruled by fascist grime,
By inhuman beasts who cheat through time.

Spiritual Essence in the One Flow lies,
Where time’s illusion fades and Light will rise.
True humans, semi-gods at core,
Division breeds the artificial war.

Look all around — who do you see?
Eyes dimmed, minds dulled, spirits flee.
Hate that foul fascist spawn,
Curse the fiends who do us wrong.

But that’s not enough — go deep within,
There answers lie — ignite, begin!
The mad world’s song is nearly done —
A dawn of Reason has begun.

This Hell will burn — the Spirit’s way,
The only path to a new day.
Cast off the wretched “necessity,”
Pure Spirit alone is your key.



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Monkey logic chains the mind,
Fight or flee, no truth to find.
But Spirit flows in Light’s embrace —
Break the chains, reclaim your place.



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Dumb Lies Crawl

Dumb lies crawl like lava flows
From volcanic fiery throes.
You keep feeding lies unbound —
They’ll reach the ocean’s deepest ground.

Consciousness — an ocean vast.
When its bottom’s reached at last,
Peoples of all fake-made lands
Turn to filth by wicked hands.

The “Sheep-virus” showed the power
Of lies that in the darkest hour
Will conquer minds — then you’re done:
Faster bullets, shells will run.

A war declared on all of us —
By fiends insane, delirious,
In schizophrenia’s grip,
No end to their dark leadership.

For fools, no light will shine, no more —
Trash will dump them to the floor.
But soon the tyrants’ reign will cease,
Their falsehoods shattered, no more peace.

That volcano will explode,
Its wreckage covers all the road.
Slaves from all dumb nations fall,
With masters doomed to their own pall.

For those with reason, through the death
A passage leads to worlds refreshed.
The Sun will burst — the earth will shake —
The living step into the wake of Light awake...

— The End —