Take my hand - you've got to
feel fun time's heading
closer
Futuristic daydreams
are at hand -handy!
microchipped wild
boys and girls
on rent - hardly paid off -
dance! Roll the dice!
Flicker eyes!
Adrift on the dimlit
flourescent
effervescent
reflector rays°°°°you're
never lost or at loss;
Coloured circles glide
across the dancefloor__
bouncy boots swoon, high heels
crack, remastered barefoot Tribe~
Enjoys momentary revelations!
Latino lovers attracting
honey dew magnetic more-s
rain coats off - smiley coasts shine on~
those cunning shenanigan freckles
pressed redhair beauties against
needy torsos in ecco-leather jackets  
electrified silhouettes stunning
like elves un-fading beauty  
transforming tuxedos
of a tight
night; a jingle of
Prague crystals into
one dancing wave submerged
by the vicinity of hissing tongues  
-been- beaten by fierce kissing
in a stronghold ballroom
frenzy - polarized
beatings - hi-s and bye-s ; a
stroboscopic syncopation
ecstatic hips,  
space shuttle
trips

There are those who have a place,
And those who lost one.
Those who change the world,
And those who are never known by it.
The seen and unseen.
This girl is average.
Like every other.
Manufactured in a child labored factory,
Under horrifying conditions.
Yet she makes the cut, as imperfect as she is.
to live in this imperfect world,
Obsessed with perfection.
Twisted into believing that it is.
Has not enough beauty marks,
And to many zits to pop.
Focuses on high maintenance,
Forgets the festering wound.
Not quite a reject she is.
The bi-product of searching for that ONE with IT.
****** into a fast paced life with a slight limp, and a stuttered lisp.
Unable to catch up.
Yet she hears, and sees,
And knows.
"I was created to fill a space, and yet I have no place."
A clone of every other,
Same microchipped thoughts.
Walking aimlessly on a planet with no room.
Purpose for the purposeless,
Eat or be eaten.
But you can not eat without utensils,
And you weren't packaged with these necessities.
To feed with your hands is primal,
And not accepted.
Live this life until you die,
Unknown and alone.
We all walk the same stories,
Each thinking we are our own.
Some separate, and find a way,
Never looking back.
But for those of us who walk with that limp,
We will never get it fixed.
And in this fast paced "perfect" world,
Where we can't catch up,
We will never find our way.
Live unknown to die alone.
But alas it is our mindset that makes the difference
Is it not?
The challenge is re-coding what we were made into.
Loving ourselves, and fighting for the imperfect world.
Instead of accepting the roles given by society.
That's when we will become someone different.
But it's not easy.
It rarely ever is.

maps coloured in,
places where I’ve been
other maps show stolen land, places of war,
cemeteries marked with crosses
– plague cities black ringed
– places of pogroms marked pins –
arrows indicate migrationary trails –
outward from Africa monkey man to homosapien
the evolution of the thumb &
blind fishes

(the first restaurant sold primordial soup)

in Precambrian forests they hired
priests to baptise micro-chips before they left the factory
holy water sprayed from water pistols
– microchipped meat
you are a small blip on a map
on a map on a screen
on a screen in a room that doesn’t exist –
a small blip flashing
–
a liver made in a factor
a wooden lung

so many pills
she sounds like a maraca when she walks down the street –
rattle rattle rattle
– pills for all kinds of alignments
weight loss
erectile dysfunction
laser eyes
internal rot
diseased *****
side effects two many to mention
the Elvis shakes

I will

never

be microchipped,


even if

I

am ostracized.

A Deplorable Action and Internal Regret

Thunder cracks open the dark gray skyline, unleashing its contents onto the quiet, flat plane below.
Lightening dances around the sky putting on a dazzling show.
A man sits alone in a dark, quiet house firmly holding a cold, unforgiving pistol,
unfazed by the increasingly violent weather outside his broken front window that’s being presented to him as a symbol
to signify that the end has arrived.
His heart beat is fading and soon it will become impossible to revive.
He stares blankly at his computer screen horrified.
With his heart shattered and his soul destroyed, the numb barley living carcass he has turned into is responsible for a crime far worse than genocide.
Putting a bullet in between his eyes right now is more than justified.
He caused this…he is the mastermind.

One dot remains active on his computer screen.
He closes his eyes fighting back tears, consequences this severe were not foreseen.
Twelve billion dots use to be present on his computer screen, that’s twelve…billion…dots.
Far too many, or so the global elite had thought.
A global population of twelve Billion had all been microchipped to track their whereabouts at all times.
He should have known better, he saw the warning signs,
but now it’s too late and a population of twelve billion people on a dying, decaying world is down to one.
Him, the lone survivor, a fate he wouldn’t wish upon anyone.
He is the last surviving human on the flat plane known as Earth.
Extinction is on the horizon, there will be no rebirth.

It’s his fault that mankind has reached extinction.
He went along with the plan given to him by his boss’s, the global elite, and helped carry out their mission
of reducing the world population by seventy-five percent to save the dying world and its resources.
They paid him handsomely for his service.
They instructed him to create a fast spreading, deadly disease to fulfill their plan.
He knew what he was doing was wrong, knew the plan was flawed and wasn’t ever a fan,
but turning away from it would have gotten him murdered.
Now he wishes he had.

He was instructed to create a cure that would be released once the population decrease hit its mark.
He thought he had the formula nailed down and had hit it out of the ballpark.
But he was wrong, his formula was flawed
and did nothing to stop the spread of the disease.

Second by second, dots dropped off his computer screen.
He watched the dots disappear all the way from twelve million down to the teens,
to now just one, him.
Death calls his name but what awaits him on the other side is rather grim.
Eternal damnation in hell fire.
The blood of twelve billion on his hands is not something the father is going to look kindly upon after he expires.

He was paid ninety-three million for his disease.
Money he burned after the plan went to ****.
What good is money now anyways when you’re the only one left?
He can’t even donate some of it to an invited quest.
The extinction of the human species is on his hands.
Isn’t that kind of fate just grand?

He takes a deep breath, sits back in his chair and places his gun in his mouth.
He doesn’t want to die, but it’s time to face his maker and send his soul down to the very deep south.
He closes his eyes tight fighting back the nerves of what he’s about to do.
Even after death, the day he created his disease will be a day he forever rues.
He asks God for forgiveness, truly sorry for what he has done, but not expecting forgiveness to be granted.
He will be greeted with harsh criticism and quickly reprimanded.
He takes one last deep breath, places his finger on the trigger and gets ready to pull…
…as a knock on the front door interrupts the proceedings.

A knock?
At the front door?
How is that possible?
Thoughts of confusion rush through his head.

He stands up from his chair and walks slowly to the front door.
He places his hand on the ****, then in his mind counts to four.
He slowly turns the **** and opens to door revealing…
nothing on the other side.

He walks outside looking around by finds no one in the area.
It’s probably just him becoming a victim of hysteria,
or the weather playing a trick on his mind.
Who is he kidding, he is the only one left of all mankind.

He turns around and steps back inside the house where he instantly stops.
Sweat begins to pour down his face as he feels his jaw drop.
Standing in front of him is a young child holding out his gun.
Shocked, he’s unsure if he should stay and chat or take off and run.

The child smiles, “you left your gun behind sir, I wish to return it to you.
You are going to need it very soon.”

“Who are you?
Where did you come from?
Are there others like you still alive?”

“Come sit down in your chair and all shall be revealed.
My mission here is not to conceal,
but to open your eyes to what you must do.”

The man takes a seat back in his chair unsure of what to make of the boy.

“Who are you with?
How are you still alive?”

“I’m not alive…and neither are they.”

The man looks around the room as suddenly he is surrounded by hundreds of children, both boys and girls.
Their skin is pale.
Their eyes gray and lifeless.
They all chant barely above a whisper something he can’t make out.
He looks back at the original boy still smiling in front of him.
Now may be the time for him to start singing some hymns.

“We are part of the twelve Billion lives you have taken with your selfish actions.
Granted we are a small fraction
of all the souls you stole and robbed of life,
but this gets the point across that it’s time for you to come face to face with a knife.
In this case your gun.
We were sent here by our father to ensure you do what must be done,
for he awaits your soul and can’t wait to meet you.”

“Just who is your father?”

“Lucifer, why?  Did you think God was going to come for you?”

The man breaks down, tears falling from his eyes,
“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen!
I…I…I…was forced into making the virus!
They would have killed me if I didn’t do what they wanted!”

“At least you would have gone to Heaven and saved twelve Billion lives,
but now it’s too late for that,
so, take the gun, place it in your mouth and pull the trigger now.
The human species survival is no longer allowed.”
The man, crying hysterically, places the gun into his mouth.
He asks God one last time for forgiveness but accepts the fact that he is about to head south.
He pulls the trigger, a bullet rips through his brain, exits out of his skull and comes to rest in the wall behind him.
The light of the world begins to dim
as darkness creeps in corrupting his soul.

The final dot on the computer screen in front of him flashes three times
then disappears as the final man dies out.
The extinction of mankind is now complete.

The Total Classifier of Delusional Reality


A monstrous fraud-classifier
Has crept through every crack—
This world, like torn-out wiring,
Is shredded, shelf by rack.

The whole complex existence
Now sorted, filed, and tagged.
And thought—stripped of resistance—
Lies broken, bound, and gagged.

For all is One, eternal,
Yet man, from age to age,
With pseudo-science infernal
Divides the sacred page.

What’s whole gets split and scattered
By minds that crave control—
And caught in nets long tattered
Is his own fractured soul.

These nets are hell’s invention,
To sever and enslave—
What once was Love’s dimension
Becomes a devil’s grave.

A garden, undivided—
Its trees, its grass, its flowers—
Was never meant to be chided
By minds drunk on dark powers.

The world is whole, unbroken
When thought is pure and free.
You're more than flesh—you're spoken
From soul’s infinity.

And thought is not the master—
The brain just plays its role.
So dare to ask, and faster:
Is this your final goal?

This *******—does it suit you?
A beast, a branded thing?
How long will lies pollute you
And falsehoods proudly cling?

The arrogance grows louder—
A virus built on lies.
The screen spews bile and powder
While demons feast in guise.

But if your mind stays centered
With others who still see—
They’ll not have you dismembered,
They'll never muzzle me.

If freedom still has meaning—
Then grasp this, plain and true:
Division is the sin demeaning,
That makes a sheep of you.

And that is why these vermin
Classify all they scan—
To fuel the fake and sermon
That blinds the soul of man.

Soon every soul will slumber
On shelves of coded night,
If all believe this lumber—
The devils dressed in white.



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1.
Divide us, brand us, shelf us all —
That’s how the soulless gain control.

2.
Their science lies, their virus kills —
And sheep obey what darkness wills.

3.
You are not stock for coded pens.
Break every cage — or serve their ends.




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1.
The Science™ knows! So hush, obey —
And let them file your soul away.

2.
They measured truth with plastic brains,
Declared: “It fits in test-tube chains!”

3.
Big Science labeled grass as threat —
It's now a class C alphabet.

4.
They split the world to make it neat —
Then wondered why it smells like meat.

5.
“No soul detected,” said the scan —
“Just cells that think they’re more than man.”



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1.
The virus thinks, the screen decides —
“Science confirms!” the madness rides.

2.
No proof? No stress! Just sternly say:
“The Science states — now kneel and pray.”

3.
Your brain’s infected — not with bugs,
But broadcast truths from labcoat thugs.

4.
Lies go viral. Then endorsed —
By science-stamped Ministry of Forced.

5.
“Approved by Science,” barked the screen —
While corpses smiled on the vaccine.

6.
No tests required, no need for proof —
Just say “The Science™!” — instant truth.

7.
Your mind is safe! Relax, submit —
The zombiobox has babysit.




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Monologue of the Chief Affirmator
(From the Institute of Undisputable Facts)

Good day, citizens!
No need to think — we’ve already done it for you.
You’ve been accepted
Into the ranks of those
Who agree by default.

Proof? That’s outdated.
We — affirm.
Because Science has spoken.
And you — stay silent.
Silence, by the way,
Is now the highest form of agreement.
Scientifically proven.

We’ve measured your anxiety
On the official Screen-Trust Scale™.
Diagnosis: you're restless —
Because you don’t trust the virus enough.
But don’t worry:
After three news reports
And one expert frown,
You’ll be corrected.

Correctness is fear.
But structured, scientific,
With graphs and a QR halo.

Everything is classified:
— Proper fear: encouraged.
— Doubt: a dysfunction.
— Evidence: obsolete.
— Pseudoscience? Only that
Which lacks approval from our sponsors.

Oh, and by the way:
A new strain of fear is arriving soon.
Don’t forget to wear your respect.
Also known as a muzzle.
Also known as reason.
Also known as your scientific obedience.

And please — no thinking.
We’ve pre-thought everything for you —
In convenient format.
With a truth subscription.
And a shot against critical thinking.

This briefing is now complete.
But truth continues in our next broadcast.



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Belches

Dedicated to Stefan Lanka — a brave warrior against pseudoscientific darkness


You cough — and you're “sick”?
An “idiot” sneezes —
And someone gets bricked?
This madness increases!

There are no viruses —
Lanka proved that.
But now, the horizon’s
A new wave of crap.

The herd still believes
The sellout brigade —
A cult of "healers"
In masks on parade.

No proof, no defense —
Truth's thrown out the gate.
Now only deception
And treason await.

Don't trust these creatures —
They all serve the beast.
The fascist grim features
Snarl at the feast.

Stand up. Don't obey.
Find minds that are free.
The Spirit holds sway —
Burn every ****** “degree”!

The books have been poisoned,
The food and the streams —
The cause of disease?
You believed their sick dreams —
Now you rot in their schemes.



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1.
Science says?
No proof, no facts —
Just masks and threats
And pharma contracts.

2.
They sold you fear,
You bought a cage.
Now burn their lies —
And turn the page.

3.
Belief in germs
Killed half your brain.
Wake up, my friend —
Or die insane.

4.
No proof. Just rule.
No mind. Just drool.
Obey the screen —
You perfect fool.

5.
A sneeze. A mask.
A lockdown script.
Obedient cattle —
Microchipped.



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1. Spiritual enslavement
Poisoned books and minds confined,
The spirit crushed, the soul declined.
Fake gods rule, the truth erased —
Rise up now, or be disgraced.

2. Zombification of the masses
Feed the herd with lies and fear,
Dumbed down masses cheer and sneer.
Thought enslaved, controlled, confined —
Wake the brain or lose your mind.

3. Revolt of the mind
Break the chains, ignite the fire,
Fight the lies that build the pyre.
Truth’s a blade, cut through the fog —
Rebel soul, reclaim your god.



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The Tragedy of Laplace

When asked why Laplace allowed
Doctors in the Academy’s fold,
Though medicine’s no science true,
He said: “So they might talk with you.”

Laplace’s curse — eternal blight,
Dragging dumb crowds into light?
At first a joke, now fascism’s grip,
Filth spreads, and minds start to slip.

Burn that **** like witches old,
Doctors turned to fascist cold.
Small rewards, but deadly game —
Needles ****, and none to blame.

So-called “Psychotherapy”
Psychotherapy — rotten frauds,
Greedy “docs” with money gods.
False premises in pseudo-science,
Serving demons, not alliance.

They claim no lies, no twisted thought,
Yet fools their vicious battles fought.
Madness grows from freakish spawn,
True minds steer clear or they’re gone.

All within — yourself explore,
Simple methods, soul’s deep core.
Introspection’s sacred art,
Not vivisection tearing hearts.

Steps are simple, path is tough,
World’s too dumb, and lies are rough.
Spirit’s base — the only way,
If you serve greed, you’re led astray.



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Laplace’s Tragedy — Sharp Strike
Doctors in the Science hall?
Laplace knew the farce and all.
Medicine’s a crooked game —
Fascist pigs who burn our flame.

Needles **** — no justice there,
Silent screams choke poisoned air.
Masses fooled, their minds enslaved,
Science sold, the truth depraved.

Psychotherapy — Brutal Blow
Fake shrinks pocket cash and lies,
Feeding madness, killing wise.
Spirit crushed, dumb sheep obey —
Greed’s slaves in a devil’s play.

Soul’s path crushed by shallow scams,
Brains enslaved in twisted jams.
Fight inside, or drown in slime —
Slaves to greed, lost all in time.



---------------------


Laplace’s Tragedy

Medicine’s a farce.
Doctors ****. Silence screams.



---------------------



Psychotherapy

Shrinks lie, souls die.
Greed rules, truth bleeds.



---------------------


Laplace’s Tragedy

Medicine?
Killers.
Silence.



---------------------


P­sychotherapy

Lies.
Souls.
Greed.
Death.



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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance or rotten fall?
Total lies, degradation’s call.
Dark fact, but one small twist:
In that age profane the gist.

Spirit smashed — a brutal rod,
Beating kids in schools, so flawed.
Monsters broke a sacred wall:
Mind without the Spirit — fall.

Since then all profanation —
Fake science, fake salvation.
Minds sunk deep in dull decay,
Life enslaved, led far astray.

Mind must serve the Spirit true,
Unconditionally pursue.
But dull fools seized the throne,
Knowledge cast aside, alone.

Truth now only poets sing,
Spirit’s voice, a fragile wing.
World’s a filthy cesspool, see —
**** impose their "truth" on me.




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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance? No, rotten rot!
Lies that choke the common lot.
Spirit crushed with iron rod —
Schools beat kids with Godless fraud.

Monsters cracked the sacred dome,
Mind without the Spirit — tomb.
Fake science, fake salvation,
Feeding dull decay’s inflation.

Dumb fools grabbed the throne of thought,
Truth betrayed, forever bought.
Poets fight, the last bright flame,
While **** declare their filthy claim.

World’s a sewer, pure and vile —
Truth ***** by the demon’s smile.
Chains of lies, the masses crawl,
Spirit dead, but fools still bawl.

Mind must bow to Spirit’s fire,
Or rot in falsehood’s mire.
No more mercy — time to burn
This cesspool’s twisted, sickening urn.



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Age of Degeneration

Renaissance? **** that lie!
Rot and filth that kills the mind.
Spirit crushed beneath their boots —
Schools breed dumb, obedient brutes.

Monsters smashed the sacred gate,
Mindless slaves accept their fate.
Fake science, **** religion,
All are tools for mind’s derision.

Stupid ***** seized throne of thought,
Truth betrayed, forever bought.
Poets fight the last pure flame,
While **** **** on truth and name.

World’s a sewer, full of **** —
Truth’s been ***** by demon’s wit.
Chains of lies choke every breath,
Spirit crushed, a slow, cold death.

Mind must bow to Spirit’s fire,
Or rot in lies and deep desire.
No mercy now — let fires burn,
Time to watch this cesspool churn.

**** the liars, **** the frauds,
Fools who worship twisted gods.
From the ashes, Spirit rise —
Burn the filth, expose the lies!



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The Cyclomatic Theorem of Lies — Proof by ******* Chaos

I proved the formula —
Cyclomatic core of sin.
A three-part hypergraph of lies,
Where faith’s a hollow din.

All cycles are just loops,
Where truth bleeds out like blood.
Three full parts of lies —
The scheme of death and mud.

Psychology’s a shame,
Diplomas smeared in dirt.
Proofs of lies overflow —
Science? No, just hurt.

Lies run in cycles,
Impossible to break.
But my formula burns,
A code no lies can fake.

I’m a coder with spirit,
Tearing false nets down.
Truth lives deep inside,
While lies wear the crown.

Let the system crumble,
Burn down all the shame.
My verse’s algorithm
Will bring enemies to blame.



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Lies run forever —
An endless loop consumes.
Devouring every byte,
Killing truth’s small blooms.

No escape from error,
System’s choked and dies.
Truth trapped in recursion —
While the fake world lies.



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The Cyclomatic Theorem of Lies

I proved this ******* formula —
Cyclomatic core of ****,
Three-part hypergraph of madness,
Where truth’s a ******* myth.

Cycles chained in endless torture,
Truth trapped in recursion’s hell,
Lies breed like ******* cancer,
In the system’s broken shell.

Psychology? A sick joke,
Diplomas soaked in lies.
Science sold for filthy cash,
While reason slowly dies.

The code’s a poisoned virus,
Burning all we hold dear.
The system chokes on *******,
Swallowing truth with fear.

I’m a coder wielding fire,
To crash this ****** machine.
Truth’s the weapon in my hand,
Cutting through the obscene.

Let the empire rot and crumble,
In ashes, let it drown.
My verses are a nuclear strike —
Blowing their fake crown down.



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Infinite Dead Loop of Lies

Lies spiral in recursion —
Truth trapped, nowhere to flee.
The system’s dead inside —
Choking on deceit’s disease.

No reset, no reboot —
Just endless death in code.
A ******* dead loop kills —
Truth crushed beneath the load.



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Conceptual "Thinking"

All concepts are limited —
Only useful in part.
The mind, like iron Felix,
Stands firm — but then will start

Crunching down on indicators,
More work or less they seek.
The world’s far more complex,
Than concepts make it seem weak.

The herds are dumb and docile —
Like military slaves.
All concepts — soulless lies,
Hence fascism enslaves.

Spirit is the primal force,
While matter’s just a mask.
Pseudoscience is superstition,
To crush the herds at last.

The shepherd’s just a front,
Satan’s aim is deeper.
The rabble won’t understand,
Their concepts turned to creeper —

Smearing everything with ****,
Creating upside-down.
Wake up before it’s too late —
Stop worshipping this plague around.

In plague-ridden camps,
The earthly cities drown.
They listen to the vile lies —
For centuries, not a short round.

Spirit reigns supreme.
Mind obeys the soul’s call.
If not — then put out the light,
For beasts like lice will crawl.



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Conceptual "Thinking"

Concepts all are limited—
Useful? Barely so.
The mind’s like iron Felix,
Crunching, grinding slow.

Chasing hollow indicators,
Work more, or less—who cares?
The world’s too deep and twisted
For dumb, blind herds and snares.

Sheepish, dumb, obedient—
Like soldiers, locked in line.
All concepts? Soulless poison,
Fascism by design.

Spirit’s first, matter’s fake—
Just shadows, lies, and games.
Pseudoscience is pure superstition,
A tool to break the chains.

The shepherd’s just a mask—
Satan’s goal runs deep.
The **** won’t understand,
Their concepts crawl and creep—

Smearing truth with filth and slime,
Turning all upside-down.
Wake up, or drown in plague—
Stop worshipping this clown.

Plague camps spread, cities rot,
The world obeys the slime.
They swallow lies for centuries,
Not hours, not a dime.

Spirit rules, mind obeys—
Or else extinguish light.
Lice and beasts will crawl and swarm,
In endless, endless night.



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In Memory of Nikolay Kozyrev

The mystery of phenomena
That TIME itself bestows—
Beyond all logic’s reach,
A world ABOVE TIME grows.

It fights the entropy,
Reverses usual flow,
The ones who catch its signals
Are few, but they do know.

Extreme, forbidden wonders—
No place for fraud and sham,
They shake the racks of liars,
Expose the con and scam.

Prophecies and visions,
Telekinesis’ force,
Beyond bold logic’s borders—
A path that charts new course.

There time, a magic power,
Lifts falsehood’s crushing weight,
And sparks the rarest changes
In minds that seek their fate.

To dull fools, all this is nonsense—
Their “knowledge” stale and dead.
But those who dare awaken
Will rise beyond the dread.



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Executioners of the Mind

Nikolay Kozyrev, 1937,
Arrested on a twisted claim:
For trying to steal the Volga West—
A “crime” to shame his name.

Stealing the Volga to the West?
The sentence—ten long years.
The nation’s best destroyed with lies,
Pushed masses drowned in fears.

Today, the same old **** remain—
Their filth displayed in full.
No change, no growth, just endless war
Against the mind’s own pull.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37—arrested, framed,
For “stealing Volga” westward bound.
A monstrous farce, a ****** disgrace,
A sentence crushing genius down.

Dragging down the nation's finest flame,
With lies and fear they poison all.
The mob devours truth like carrion—
While puppets dance to power’s call.

Same vile ****, unchanged, unbowed,
Through centuries of mental war.
Their poisoned claws still tear and maim—
Destroying minds to keep control.

The brain’s own killers wear no masks—
They’re kings of darkness, fear, and grime.
They smother light with iron fists—
Condemned forever by their crime.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37—arrested, framed,
For “stealing Volga” westward bound.
A monstrous farce, a ****** disgrace,
A sentence crushing genius down.

Dragging down the nation's finest flame,
With lies and fear they poison all.
The mob devours truth like carrion—
While puppets dance to power’s call.

These executioners wear no shame—
Their hearts a void of greed and spite.
They choke the light, they **** the flame,
Enslaving minds to endless night.

Their tools are fear, deceit, and chains—
Brainwashed crowds and silenced screams.
They ****** thought, they crush all gains,
Drown freedom’s voice in poisoned streams.

They breed confusion, force submission,
Invent false wars to blind the gaze.
Destroy the wise with cold precision,
And drown the world in endless haze.

No soul is safe, no truth allowed,
No rebel mind escapes their grasp.
Their kingdom built on lies and blood—
A hellish cage, a tyrant’s clasp.

For centuries they wage their war—
Against the spark of human will.
But every time they close the door,
The spirit breaks and rises still.



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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev was arrested in ’37,
For stealing Volga — absurd charge given.
"Dragging river West" — the verdict’s pain,
Decade lost to lies and chains.

Killing the nation’s brightest flame,
Feeding masses with endless shame.
Today’s no different — **** still reign,
For centuries, war with brain.

They’ve not changed, these ruthless fiends,
In shadows cast, they pull the strings.
Against the Mind — eternal fight,
Dark puppeteers rule the night.




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Executioners of the Mind

Kozyrev, ’37 — accused, destroyed,
For “stealing Volga,” crime absurd.
Today — total control,
Muzzles on the masses, stifled souls.

Streams of lies — poison’s flood,
A cowardly world enslaved by fear.
Pandemic — shadow play,
Truth is gone, only lies appear.

Executioners of mind in white coats,
Propaganda shoved into every home.
Fakes, tests, forced submission —
Virus of lies that breaks the dome.

All sciences sold for cash,
Humanity — a herd of dogs.
Viruses of genes and ideas,
Flashes of doom for all of us.

In schools they break young souls,
Genetics under the blade of lies.
They dull the core, they mute the mind —
To run powerless into the blind.

Executioners of new age do not hush,
From top to bottom — ruthless press.
Genocide of thought — a quiet scream,
Endless loop of lies and progress.

Satan in technocrat’s disguise,
Preaching “new order” in the lies.
But rebel spirit tears the chains,
Soon it will burst all their lies.

All the false plays of power break,
Cutting freedom’s shining light.
And mind’s executioners will fall,
When dawn will finally strike the night.



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The Razor Truth-Bearer

He found the blade inside the vial,
Graphene shards like razor’s smile,
Slicing veins, unseen, concealed—
The silent war the liars wield.

Spoke aloud what none could face,
Exposed the poison in their race.
Too sharp the truth, too cold the light—
They silenced him in darkest night.

No justice served, just whispered threats,
The shadow pulls, the terror nets.
A martyr lost to greed’s domain,
Where science bleeds, and lies remain.

His name erased, but not the pain,
The struggle burns, defies the chain.
In silence now his voice resounds—
A blade that cuts through all their rounds.



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Veterinary *****

We wear our muzzles tight,
And pump that toxic ****.
Who dares to stand and fight —
Their fate is sealed, they quit.

We jab them down by force,
To save our precious skin.
No need for will or course —
Freedom? We’d just sink in.

We only want the doc,
And cops to keep us tame.
Our genius? “Procter”’s stock —
We’ll raise his ****** name.

A monument we’ll build
For pushing all that junk.
Life’s simple, hearts fulfilled —
A paradise, no bunk.

We’re all just imbeciles,
A fool leads with a grin.
We stockpile health and pills,
Don’t poke us, don’t begin.

Dissent? Just sit and shut,
Don’t stink or stir the mess.
With needles, we construct
Our “heaven” in distress.

And all who disagree —
We’ll **** them off real soon.
Then life will be carefree —
Beneath this blood-red moon.



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Veterinary *****

We drag our muzzles tight,
Inject their poison’s spite.
Oppose? You’re wrong, you’re dead—
Your fight is burned and shred.

We force the toxic jab,
“Saving” us with their stab.
Forget your rights, don’t speak,
Freedom’s just for the weak.

Only cops and docs,
Run this sick, twisted show.
“Procter” leads the flocks,
A monument of woe.

Praise the poison pusher,
Who feeds us all this filth.
Life’s ****, but get used to it—
Welcome to their hellish quilt.

We’re dumbed down, led blind,
A fool’s the one in charge.
Stockpiling health confined—
Don’t poke the barbed barge.

Dissenters? Shut your trap,
Or drown in their disease.
Needles build their trap,
Our “heaven” on its knees.

All rebels will be crushed,
Their voices torn and stilled.
Then we’ll live dead and hushed—
By tyrants’ iron will.



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“The Cure”

Not to heal — just “treat” nonstop,
No breaks, no mercy, no escape.
“Can’t live without it,” lies nonstop —
The doctor’s game’s a ruthless scrape.

He “treats” the fools who buy the schemes,
While rot spreads thick and silence reigns.
Fear shackles voices, kills their dreams,
A world trapped tight in shadowed chains.

Now doctor’s gone veterinary,
Dogs get papers, stamped and sealed.
Better than the old prisons —
A sanitary hell revealed.

They hook up chips to fools’ veins,
Inject their nano-mind control.
Reason killed, stripped of all brains,
Souls flayed raw, a crushing toll.

Dr. Mengele’s back in play,
Running this grim, twisted show.
Time has come — the **** must pay,
And in the fire, all must go.



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“The Cure”

Not to heal — just jab and shove,
Endless lies they shove down throats.
“Without this shot you’ll never love!”
The doctor’s grip’s a steel-clad moat.

He treats the fools who swallow lies,
While rot devours the silent throng.
Fear locks jaws and blinds the eyes,
The weak bow down — the herd goes wrong.

Now dogs get papers, marked for death,
No difference from camps of old.
Nano-chips invade the breath,
Mind enslaved, the soul sold cold.

Mengele’s ghost commands the scene,
Torture masked as “care” and “heal.”
Time to purge this filthy spleen —
**** the vermin, break the seal.




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“The Cure”

Not to cure — just shove that ******* needle,
Endless ******* fed like ******* gospel.
“No shot? Then die, you’re ******* feeble!”
Doc’s a *******, locked in iron castle.

He feeds the dumb who swallow lies,
While **** corrodes the silent mass.
Fear clamps jaws, blinds every eye,
Weak ***** kneel — herd’s dead in the grass.

Now dogs get papers, tagged to die,
No better than those old-*** camps.
Nano-chips crawl in your veins, don’t lie —
Mind and soul ripped, dumped in the scamps.

Mengele’s spawn runs this sick show,
Torture dressed as care and cure.
Time to burn this ******* low,
**** the vermin — make it pure.



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Executioners of the Mind — The System’s Design

We haul the Volga westward, chained,
Ten years sentenced — no shame retained.
A nation’s blood to poison deep,
To feed the herd the lies they keep.

Still now, as then, the **** parade,
Their war on reason, centuries made.
Not rogue mistakes — a system’s hand,
A hellish web across the land.

They choke the truth, enslave the brain,
Propaganda’s cruel domain.
False science weaponized to ****,
The System grinds, unyielding still.

The rulers wear their masks of lies,
To crush the light that dares to rise.
No flaws, no glitches in this game —
A perfect, ruthless, grinding flame.

The puppeteers pull every string,
To trap us in their deathly ring.
They sell us chains, disguised as keys,
And feed us poison with disease.

So scream, revolt — the time has come,
To tear apart this web of ****.
Not errors, no — the System’s art,
A ****** dance to break the heart.




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Executioners of the Mind — The System’s Shitshow

We drag the Volga west, no *****,
Ten years locked down, the system *****.
They slaughter nations, feed the herd,
With ******* lies and twisted words.

Same filthy *******, same old game,
Waging war on reason’s flame.
No fuckups here — it’s all by plan,
This ******-up system rules the land.

They choke the truth, enslave the brain,
Propaganda’s ******* reign.
Fake science used to **** us all,
The system grinds — a ruthless thrall.

The ruling **** wear masks of lies,
To crush the light that dares to rise.
No bugs, no flaws, just cold command,
A ******* death-machine’s demand.

Puppeteers pull every string,
Lock us in their hellish ring.
They sell us chains as shiny keys,
And poison deep in disease.

So scream and fight — the time is now,
To rip this shitshow down somehow.
Not mistakes, no ******’ art —
The system’s blood-stained broken heart.



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Executioners of the Mind

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

So scream and rage — it’s do or die,
Rip the mask, expose the lie.
Not ******’ glitches, it’s the plan —
System’s heart’s a bleeding man.



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Executioners of the Mind (Expanded)

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

Systems grind like rusted gears,
Feeding fears, confirming tears.
Not a glitch — a brutal plan,
Crushing souls, breaking man.

Executioners wear suits and ties,
Smiling snakes with venom eyes.
No random fail, no accident,
Just cold machine — the mind’s torment.

Truth’s a threat, so cut it loose,
Feed the herd the ******* juice.
System’s core: control and ****,
Bleeding minds beneath the drill.

So rage, revolt, or drown in shame,
This dance of death, this twisted game.
But know it’s not just rotten luck —
It’s systemic ****, the poison pluck.



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Executioners of the Mind (System’s True Face)

Drag the Volga west — ten years in chains,
Nation slaughtered slow — blood on the trains.
******* liars spin their twisted games,
Feeding masses ******* — spreading flames.

Same old ****, the cancer’s deep,
Waging war on thought while we all sleep.
No fuckups here — it’s all designed,
A hellish system, cold, unkind.

Truth choked tight, lies fed nonstop,
Science murdered, bodies drop.
Masks of lies, fake smiles, fake law,
******* puppets, claws in the jaw.

This world’s a cage, they hold the key,
Poisoned needles, tyranny.
Chains sold cheap, freedom’s a joke,
Truth burned down, silence spoke.

Graphene blades in fake “vaccines,”
Blood runs thin, torn by machines.
Whistleblowers killed and erased,
Their warnings lost in the lies they’ve traced.

A modern Mengele’s carnival,
Playing god, the final fall.
Nano-chips and death in vials,
Mass control through toxic trials.

Systems grind like rusted gears,
Feeding fears, confirming tears.
Not a glitch — a brutal plan,
Crushing souls, breaking man.

Executioners wear suits and ties,
Smiling snakes with venom eyes.
No random fail, no accident,
Just cold machine — the mind’s torment.

Truth’s a threat, so cut it loose,
Feed the herd the ******* juice.
System’s core: control and ****,
Bleeding minds beneath the drill.

So rage, revolt, or drown in shame,
This dance of death, this twisted game.
But know it’s not just rotten luck —
It’s systemic ****, the poison pluck.



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Intuition of True Knowing

A sensitive sail tenses — the ear,
And stupid mind derails so clear:
True knowing’s purely INTUITIVE.
Strict logic? Nature finds it repulsive.

Complex webs beyond the brain,
Amid the clouds of foul disdain —
“Education,” propaganda lies,
Controlled by vile gang’s disguise.

THE FILTH that rules this world with greed,
Feeds on sameness, scheming creed.
Go only INWARD — thirst for soul,
Not quenched by popes or scholars’ role,

The ****** who serve the creeping beasts,
The crafty liars — market priests.
Forgeries and fakes they spread,
To **** the Pure Mind’s thread.



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The ShitIceberg


A goat in gold commands the pit —
While talking heads just scream and spit.
You call this life? It's death disguised.
Wake up — or rot, lobotomized.

Fear and Loosh

The cans are years expired,
The harvest rots away,
Your nerves are fried and tired —
But dare not disobey.

“It’s fine,” they say, “we're living
In Hell’s most perfect sphere!”
While skies grow dark and driven —
The ghouls are drawing near.

They feed on rising tension,
So terror takes its course:
Those loathsome things, no mention —
They **** the Loosh with force.



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They darken skies with terror’s brush —
To **** your fear. To drain your Loosh.



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The Wasteland

A desert made of stone and steel —
The city's soul is dead.
Its breathless heat, its reeking feel
Could suffocate the dread.

But tears won’t help — they fall in vain:
That cursed place won’t care.
Corruption, filth, deceit, and pain —
It’s not a town. It’s lair for swine. Beware.



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A city built on rot and lies —
No soul survives. Just filth and flies.



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Donkeys and Others...

"No matter how well you feed a donkey, he won’t become a stallion."
— Proverb of seasoned long-distance runners


Feed a donkey all day — he’s the same,
You can’t make the blind see the Light.
Most just live for the feed and the game,
For the ***** and the lies they recite.

It’s their fate — dull and grim, full of trash,
And through them you’re under attack:
Yes, the slave is the weapon they flash —
The dumb beast they unleash on your back.

So seek only minds that are bright,
Walk with souls who have vision and flame.
If you bet on a fool in the fight —
Don’t expect any mercy or shame.



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Don’t preach to a beast with no spark —
He’ll trample your light in the dark.



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Ode to the Traitors' Mind

The traitors haven’t lost it —
It’s Hell’s approved routine.
So many souls have cost it,
Now slime runs cold and mean.

Fascistic muck keeps spreading
Across the brainless crowd.
The traitor’s sly — he’s dreading
No sin… he stocks betrayal proud.



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He trades his soul for filth and fame —
A traitor knows which truth to maim.



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To the Henchmen of Rashism

So many crawled to power, vile and cursed —
Ex-athletes, actors — tainted to the bone.
If you perform — perform, but at your worst
Don’t prop up lies with slogans of your own.

You joined the filth. And fascist contamination
Won’t wash away — your grandkids will despise.
There’s always choice. The peak of degradation
Is selling soul for cash and soothing lies.

But when the purge begins — no bribe will save you.
No statute shields from what the law will find.
And shame — your final label — will engrave you:
You sold your truth, your soul, your name — for slime.



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Sold soul for cash? Then brace for pain —
There’s no amnesty for the stain.



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A Fizzle...

"Brutal and senseless," they once cried —
But that’s no revolt — there’s nothing left.
The best were culled, the rest just died
In purges, lies, and moral theft.

Now rot and ruin fill the stage,
And only fascism strikes with force.
Yet laughable — their hate and rage
Resemble cargo cults, of course.

This cult will fall — a new one grows,
Still dumber, darker, more absurd.
Fascism always re-enslaves —
And "communism"? Just another ****.

All past revolts — a ****, a joke,
With halfwits reigning shore to shore.
The cult is fed by walking smoke —
A freak parade of mindless lore.



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They killed the best — the **** remain.
Now cults of madness rule the brain.



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"Upbringing" and "Education"

Attack the young — that's how they win:
The chains must grip before you grow.
Just poison minds with darkness, sin —
And crush the spark they used to show.

It’s called “upbringing” — a disguise
For programs crafted to destroy.
They nail young minds with sacred lies,
And bleed the soul of light and joy.

This is "education": death
By dull routine and blind control.
A pedant drains your final breath —
A fascist slave, without a soul.

They teach you Satan wears a crown,
That God is gone, and thought is sin.
They burn the gifted children down
To keep the dead machine within.

A system built on *******, fear,
Where kids are forged to serve the lie —
With stubborn dullness, year by year,
They train bright minds to crawl and die.

They **** the soul — and call it school.
This world’s a void, a hellish tool.



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They teach you lies and call it grace —
To **** the mind, to blind the face.
The system's goal? Obey. Be dumb.
And serve the beast you should outrun.



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The New Zombo-Order

Madness grew strong, the "oaks" all bent —
Fascism snapped them like a twig.
They “woke up” — drained, broken, spent —
And shared one coffin, cold and big.

Then zombies charged with vamps beside them
To bring a new world order in —
To make the world a twisted latrine,
Where fascist filth could choke the spin.

They came to crush the mind’s last ember,
Its spark still stuck inside their throat.
For lies alone they now remember —
The kind that rot, the kind that gloat.

These hordes now knock on every door,
A nightmare gang in dead parade:
A vamp commands this hellish corps,
A drunken goblin — his brigade.

Die if you must — but don't turn zombie.
Reject their lies, their rotting creed.
Let truth explode like rebel bomb-be —
And grow the ranks of those who bleed... but lead.




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Don't join their cult. Don't bow or nod.
Be truth's wild flame — not fascist fraud.



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The Forces of Fascism

Drunks and fools, the traitor horde,
Snitches crawling back to form —
These are fascism’s new reward,
The spine of its reborn swarm.

And the sellouts, silent, tame,
Endorsing madness with a grin —
Their decay becomes the flame
That burns the world from deep within.

The mute, the meek, the ones who bleat
With hollow sounds and empty stare —
They make the tyrant's task complete
And think they're lucky. How they dare!

They’ll shear them first — then send to slaughter.
Justice? Yes — but grim and late.
The voiceless sheep, led to the water,
Drink their doom and call it fate.

You’ll become a goat, a beast,
Just keep eating, stay asleep.
This world’s ruled by vermin priests —
And to the Dark, your soul is cheap.



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You fed in silence, thought you'd win —
Now march with sheep — into the bin.



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Shrines for the Sheep

Their “shrines” for brain-dead cotton-heads —
A “teacher,” rigged election clown,
A **** who lectures kids in dreads
While ******* fascist slogans down.

They pour out buckets full of sludge,
And call it “roots,” or “sacred ties.”
The end is filth — dumb thugs who trudge
Through life with hate and hollow eyes.

No need for “higher thought,” they say —
Just wave the flag and chant the myth.
They’ve trashed their land in every way —
What’s left? Collective mental drift.

So few with minds, so few with soul.
The Kremlin-swine, like lice, command —
A Supreme Tick who takes control
And ***** the blood of all the land.



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A tick on top, the rest — decay.
They ****, they grunt, they praise and bray.



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Cotton-Wool

Muffled voices, crushed and torn —
Cotton-wool backs Kremlin’s fiends.
A fake Führer, enemy born,
Bringing shame on Ukraine’s scenes.

Rude and brutal, uncultured spite,
Even the red flag’s stained and torn.
****** boys haunt dreams at night —
"Our cause is just — death to the scorn!"

That wretched girl, who lost her legs —
Bucha, Kharkiv’s hellish cries.
Is Satan God? The question begs —
Where mercy dies, the evil flies.

Cotton-wool crushed conscience, soul, and pride,
The flea-like Führer seeks revenge on mind.



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Cotton-wool fools crushed by lies,
Führer’s vengeance blinds their eyes.



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Fascism Is Always Right

"To always be right, to charge headlong, doubting nothing —
these are the great traits by which stupidity rules the world."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair, 1848


Fascism’s always right,
While you are wrong:
It storms ahead,
It pushes strong.

You’re just a freak,
If scared by evil’s stench,
With paws upraised —
Dumb, blind, and mute, a wretch.

Bribes are slick,
The world’s a stubborn mule,
Ruled by fascism’s whip —
A heavier rein, no fool.

Against the World’s Dark Force,
The thread of resistance thins.
No donkey can win —
Led by the supreme goat who grins.

No doubts allowed —
The goat is god.
A madness loud —
The world’s a prison squad.



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Fascism’s right — no doubt, no fight.
Donkeys bow to goat’s dark might.



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False Laws

This world is poor and small,
With fake laws ruling all.
Far from Kon’s pure light,
Here lies and darkness bite.

Forgery, lies, and grime,
Violence, forgotten time.
The world’s a horror show —
Where mind and soul decay slow.

The rotten soon will fall,
Discarded, swept from halls.
While fascism drives the rot
Out from its secret spots.

CowID and genocide,
Wars of another tide.
The Spirit almost slain —
A global madhouse reigns.

But only Spirit’s law,
By Kon’s own mighty hand,
Will cast the hellish thralls —
And bring true joy to land.



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False laws rule worlds in rot —
Spirit’s law will end the plot.



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Woodape Monkeys

Woodape monkeys work the store,
Churning nonsense more and more.
They prefer their mortgage chains,
And love the zombie screens — what pains!

That box of lies keeps pushing fear:
Woodape monkeys march in gear.
While the fake Führer barks command,
Driving their herds to meet their end.



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Woodape monkeys, dull and blind —
Led by lies, they fall in line.



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The Perfect Lie Detector

The perfect lie detector’s clear:
That box of zombies you hold dear.
Switch it on, the signal’s true —
It shows the lies dictators spew.

The selling propaganda beast,
Experts who justify the least.
And shameless fools who loudly cheer,
Pushing evil as good cheer.



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Turn on the box — the lies explode,
Dictators’ truth? A rotten load.



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Orcs and Beatings

The earth reeks heavy, soaked in death —
Orcs choke on fire, doomed to fall.
Driven by plague’s cold breath,
Tired of lies and endless thrall.

Those “peaceful times” that breed the orcs,
Turning humans into beasts.
They wage their wars — piles of corpses,
Peace returns — then beats and feasts.

They say it’s Samsara’s wheel...
What nonsense! Orcs dwell in Hell.
But one orc cares just for meat,
A vile brute in endless heat.

This is decay, relentless, vast,
Like oceans deep, it never fades.
So much filth it’s cast —
Here live dead souls without the raids.

The dumb CowID revealed —
A madness, lies for ears of dead.
The Spirit’s near destroyed and sealed,
Fear, stench, and stupidity spread.



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Orcs burn, the plague drives war —
Dead alive, forevermore.



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Nonsense

You’ve listened all your life to trash,
To slime of propaganda's lash,
A world coated thick with lies,
That tear your mind and spirit’s skies.

Truth here is hard to find, you see —
Too many servants there will be
Of fascism, a global plague,
Where genocide’s a sport so vague.

To keep the masses meek and dumb,
Stubborn fools who won’t succumb,
To orders from the Dark's domain,
Governments worse than Kremlin's stain.



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Fed lies their whole life long,
In darkness dumb, they play along.



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The Combat Forces... of Fools

All fools are TNT—
Megatons of dumb.
New fascist filth experiments
To see if they can numb:

Can fools alone destroy
The last of minds that think?
Old TNT makes noise,
But minds are on the brink.

So little wit remains,
Hybrid war’s the game —
A fool fueled by lies,
Worth little in the frame.

The plague has always counted
The worthless as its throng.
But fools aren’t just the minions —
They’re fascism’s backbone strong.



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Fools explode with empty hate —
Fascism’s core, the dumb dictate.



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Interests in a Demon’s World

The space of interests speaks much more
Than any words could hope to show,
In worlds of demons, fools who swore
To blindly serve the hellish flow.

It shows what you are truly worth,
Your path, your soul’s authentic way.
If lies have drenched your very earth,
A stagnant pool where mud will stay.

The spiritual realms are vast —
But pride there turns you all to beast.
The world grows fewer souls at last —
More herds of sheep, the minds deceased.

The sting of lies drills in their heads,
And rot takes hold where truth once fed.



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In demons’ world, the truth is clear —
Lies breed the sheep, the soul’s not near.



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Like "Bread and Circuses"

It’s grim and foul to live this life.
But if you feast and drink your fill,
Can you escape the daily strife?
Only if you’re a fool or ill.

To be no freak here’s heavy load,
A burden biting like a tick.
This hellish world will crush your soul —
No books required to learn that trick.

If your mind’s dull, you won’t see through —
You’ll worship garbage, praise the waste,
Destroy what little reason grew,
And feast like cattle, blind and chaste.



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Feed, drink, and drown your fading mind —
Become the beast the world designed.



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Blinders and Burrows

Blinders and burrows,
Burrows and blinders —
Lies breed fear,
An endless grind.

Blinders on burrows —
Coming soon,
The world’s turned dust,
Rogue power’s tune.



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Blinded blind, trapped in holes —
The world decays, the tyrant rolls.



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New Crusades

New crusades, new twisted schemes —
Inventing woes for fools who dream.
They’ll swallow lies, then self-destroy,
Monsters feeding on their ploy.

They’ll **** their pants from terror’s grip,
This junk parade on madness’ trip.
Horned faces crawl and creep,
To drag all fools into the deep.



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Lies breed fear, fools march to doom —
New crusades lead to the tomb.



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Running "Yoga"

The human is a running machine,
Aerobic health’s the key.
Yoga’s slime, if stuck and mean —
A relic of old history.

When farming ruled the earth and land,
Lotus pose could bring you peace.
But now, with idle hands,
Run — that’s yoga’s new release.

There’s meditation too —
Awareness everywhere.
But if your mind and soul are through,
Old nonsense traps you there.

They keep dull fools in chains,
The older, the more strong.
Listen to the Bible’s strains —
A wild, false anthem long.

This ancient, twisted mess
Holds sway and causes grief.
The root of many woes, no less —
Old lies that steal belief.



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Run free — new yoga’s way.
Old lies trap minds in decay.



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CowID Never Sleeps

The fool "sleeps" —
But CowID’s awake:
Fascism guards health’s fake stake,
While Reason’s breath begins to break.



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Fool’s asleep, but CowID spies —
Fascist watch with cunning eyes.



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Played Too Much, Sold Out

They played too long — too far, too deep,
The end’s a shameful, darkened keep.
They killed their minds, to Darkness sold,
No crown of thorns, no hellfire bold.

Just sludge that stinks, that clings and weighs,
A bottom pierced in endless haze.
How lower still? The fog descends —
And downward spirals never end.



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Sold out minds, played far too long —
Downward drags the endless wrong.



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Caring for the Former Fools...

Those microchipped, the branded herd —
Disgusting cattle, marked and stirred.
Now ruled by clips and zombie screens,
Sent off to waste in silent scenes.

They “care” for health — these beasts, no less,
The whole herd’s cooked in wickedness.
For Spirit, Mind have long since fled,
Left burning cold and hanging dead.

New fascism’s always keen
To rule this flock, keep all unseen.
Once fools alone were all they had —
Is this forever livestock’s fad?

No — soon the barbecue will flare,
The sun will roast them unaware.
Then maybe hell will cool, set free —
A wilder, darker liberty?



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Microchipped, the cattle groan —
New fascism rules the drone.



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Feedback Loop

Monitor lizard, stubborn sheep;
Sheep, a lizard slow to creep.
Komodo’s venom in its spit
Will slowly make the sheep unfit.

How sick the sheep’s mind and brain,
So much lies the lizard feigns.
In falsehood, measure’s key — beware:
Too much, and sheep will flee elsewhere.

CowID lies beyond compare —
Tested through the “AIDS” nightmare.
No nation’s spared this twisted game,
So CowID passed through the shame.

Sheep have fallen far, so low,
A disgrace all nations know.



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Lizard spits — the sheep fall blind,
CowID’s lies wreck every mind.



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Rashism

Orcs upon the hill stand tall,
Their target: innocent lives all.
At home were beatings, lies in store,
Now orcs strike with deadly roar.

They shell with rockets, “Grad” so fierce —
This orc is now a fascist curse.
Soon he’ll rest in morgue’s cold bed,
His doom is written, soon he’s dead.

A “two hundred” he’ll become —
For genocide, no mercy comes.
Cursed fiends will face their fate,
No escape from cruel hate.

Orc will fall or run away,
The Earth itself now shakes and sways.
A greater shame none can devise,
But retribution will arise —

A vengeance dark and fierce and dire,
To burn the fiends in hellish fire.



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Orcs strike hard, but death is near —
Hell’s revenge will soon appear.



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The Future

The doubles will be done away —
No trial waits to have its say...
That Kremlin madman won’t escape,
His empty lies won’t seal his fate.

The lesser hacks will change their coats,
When time comes, they’ll play new roles.
But all the nonsense, shame, and lies
Will fade away, no more disguise.

No renaissance will light the skies —
A grave sin waits; no grand surprise.
A long, slow decline will drag,
In common words: a stagnant plague.



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Doubles gone, no court, no dance —
Stagnation seals the chance.



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Discard and Recast

Overlay,
Discard —
That means a
Recast hard.

All that glitches —
Overlay,
Feeds decay,
Leads astray.

Truth thrown out —
Discard’s call,
To noisy fools,
Recast for all.



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Discard lies, recast the noise —
Truth crushed under falsehood’s ploys.



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The Tempters

“Lead us not into temptation...”
A prayer’s line — a supplication.


The Pope’s the devil’s envoy here,
Look closely at the chamber near.
Fools and knaves hold council’s seat,
While people choke on lies and deceit.

Satanism bursts wide and bold,
Yet souls in slaves’ chains are sold.
The devil’s messenger, they say,
The Pope serves darkness day by day.

To serve and sell their honor cheap,
Their conscience lost in shadows deep.
Satan tempts in prayer’s own fold,
Corrupts the soul, the spirit cold.

A global madhouse of beliefs —
Chains for minds and soul’s relief.
Satan reigns, the tempter king,
Darkening reason’s fragile spring.



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Pope, the devil’s chief recruiter —
Tempts in prayer, enslaves the future.



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The Answer

Forget the Light,
Pull blinders tight,
Play your mad games —
Golf or cricket’s flights...

But if you lack
A sober ground,
A mind that’s clear,
No evil bound,

Then hear this truth,
No sweet regret:
“Send hell’s own dogs
Your cold regard, forget.”



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No light, no sense —
Just devil’s fence.



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Abominations

Freaks, *******, clueless drones —
Traitors, fools, and broken bones.
Sheep so dumb, like plugs they stand,
Rot of Satan rules the land.

Minds are lost, souls sold and drained,
Books corrupted, poison gained.
Only **** now rise above —
A cesspool choking out all love.

Killing Mind and Spirit’s fire,
So few remain to lift us higher.



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Freaks and fiends control the show —
Minds destroyed, the soul’s death blow.



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The Slave’s Collar

Slave collars come in every size and hue,
Without one, your fate’s a pipe you’ll rue.
For you alone must answer all —
The weight of fascism’s twisted thrall.

It justifies the darkest crime,
And cloaks forgetfulness in rhyme.
Slave collars—essence of the night,
Shame, delusion, stench, and fright.



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Slave’s collar tight and grim,
Chains the soul, the light grows dim.



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Trakhemundia

“Unmatched” Trakhemundia,
A bond plus bond so grim,
The fiercest weapon forged to hit —
It knocks the slave’s hope dim.

Looted, poisoned, stripped and lied,
By filth and “media” defamed.
Brothers turned to foes in stride,
Dreams of West, yet souls untamed.

Few remain, their minds controlled,
Fierce propaganda, fascist grip.
Slaves are dumb, their spirits sold —
This is modern Rashism’s script.



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Trakhemundia’s deadly chain,
Slaves crushed under ruthless reign.



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Drug Control

Drug control —
A brazen troll
Puffs cheeks for fools to buy the lie.
Never trust
Those fiends, they ******
A poison that will **** you sly.

Drugs do **** —
So watch them still,
This weapon serves the regime’s will.
Rumors spread, the gangsters rule?
Spies and agents play the fool.

But fools believe these wicked games —
It’s what those monsters always claim.



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Drug control’s a troll’s deceit —
Fools fall for lies they repeat.



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Not Quite Proper...

Collecting “facts”
To learn to think
Is not always quite the link.
Fiends lie shameless, tactless too,
To twist their nonsense — better none for you.

Memory overloaded, kids spaced out,
Talent crushed beneath the doubt.
Degradation spreads so wide:
School and propaganda side by side —
Tools designed to **** the mind.



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Facts piled high, but minds degrade —
Schools and lies **** thought’s parade.



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Kashchey’s Immortal Border

The border’s locked,
The key inside a bag,
Tied tight in a sturdy snag.
That bag hangs far away —
On a hook ******* high to stay,

Up in the attic’s grim retreat,
In a stinking tavern’s heat,
In Kashchey’s dead-end place,
Inside a locked-up space.

To reach it, ha! not light or quick —
You’d need an armored trick,
Like scenes from battle flicks.

But all’s a lie — no country’s there,
No end to wars they’d never dare,
When sons betrayed with cold despair —
Only dreams remain to bear...



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Key’s locked high in stinking lair —
No free land left, just cold despair.



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Mad World

Foolstan, Dumbland’s reign,
Schizobaska, Stupidplain,
Paranovia, Beastland’s chain,
Imbecilgon, Betrayband’s stain.

A mad world where nations fake,
Genocide laws that never break.
The first is stupid — stuck we stand,
Pushed aside in cursed land.

Remnants of honor, conscience thin,
Talent crushed, and truth worn thin.
No revenge is crueler done,
Than ruling here by meek and dumb.



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Mad world ruled by fools and slaves —
Truth buried deep in shallow graves.



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A Sluggish Mechanistic Sabbath

A mechanized clown
Grew bold, amassed his might,
Yet knows not who he is —
Asked no one’s insight.

He staged a wild sabbath
Disguised as “progress” bright,
All for “new” foundations
And... “his” selfish right.

This interest’s tangled deep —
A spring’s dark, twisted bind,
Built into the mechanism,
By horned beast’s wicked mind.



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Clown machine, blind and vile,
Progress masked with guile.



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Evergreen Idiocy

The trough is covered —
Drink fear and lies,
Conscience worn away,
Doubt hidden, disguised.

Lie and feed,
Till bellies burst wide.
The end is near —
Idiots have tired
Even Nature’s soul —
Cataclysms loom,
Fascism’s global toll
Ends only this doom.

Yet idiocy’s seed
Will sprout again, indeed...



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Troughs brim with lies and fear,
Nature’s end draws near.



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The Zombie Box

The filthy box of zombied lies
Drives us all to quick demise,
Spreading pain and wounds inside,
Turning souls to rot and hide.

Few are spared this plague of fools —
Stupidity reigns as rules.
Propaganda’s wicked sting
Builds a madhouse ‘round everything.



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Zombie box spews venom deep —
Turning minds to hollow sheep.



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A Trip to Traumatology

I went "among the folk" —
Ended in the ward:
Madness reigns, no joke,
Sanity ignored.

To describe that filth —
Too grim, too base.
Who cares? The guilt—
A shameful disgrace.

Won’t go "among the folk" again soon —
Like a freak, I’ll hide in my room.

From there I’ll howl,
And bark my pain,
To purge the foul
And ease the strain.



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Into madness thrown —
Folk no more my own.



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Get the Hell Out

Annunaki —
Get the hell out!
Like all the vile crowd about.
Stick your Hell’s lies
Right where it fries.
We are the people, strong and proud.

This Earth belongs to us alone,
Not to your poison, cold as stone —
Lies like fake AIDS, CowID’s plague,
Division, war, and mind’s vague plague.

Take your venom deep inside,
You deserve only Darkness’ tide,
Hell’s own slime where you reside.



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Annunaki, off and gone!
Hell’s lies shoved where pain is drawn.



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The Overseer

The Overseer from the “sky,”
Below — the Law of Dark,
Bread and circus, all a lie,
A rotten, putrid mark.

Sacrifices made each day —
Just to dwell in Hell’s decay.
Souls decay, the mind corrodes,
Lies mocked under twisted codes.

The Overseer of Hell's domain —
No others here remain.
A dark swarm of bought-out fiends,
Nearly all are sick, it seems.



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Hell’s Overseer rules above,
Darkness cloaked in lies, no love.



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The Exorcism of Demons

Exorcism of demons — CowID’s core,
Once Inquisition ruled before,
Now fascist **** in vile reprise,
Fake tests serve their dark disguise.

The herd obedient marches blind,
No thought remains, left far behind.
Their minds replaced by creature’s cries —
Only the zombie box supplies.

Don’t talk to me of wise and bright,
Nine out of ten are dull and trite.
They feed the fiends, a cursed lot,
And fools are now the norm forgot.



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Demons exiled, CowID’s lie,
Fascist **** that won’t deny.
Fools march blind to their own doom —
Zombie box commands the room.



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Rotten Tuxas

Rotten Tuxas rules us all —
(Just hiss that word, a guttural call!)
And soon will strip from us our mind,
No Thought, no Art — just gut confined.

Only digestion left to feel,
That’s the grim, dull, rotten deal.



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Transcendence

Meanings… they lose all sense.
Their loss brings new intents.
Even pure thoughts may arise —
But thought’s collapse won’t disguise.