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I sell loosies
On the strip
Flipping Jacksons
Into Grants and Benjamins,
Tax-free

At 6 five
And a few stones
Shy of a brick house,
My packs are stashed
Like mousetraps
On the block
Primed with nicotine

Beyond the naked eye
Pieces of me
Bleed broken
Between pores of kohn
Like colored inmates shackled in cells
To misdemeanors

Like selling loosies...

And I need mdi's
To breathe
When the air gets thin
Or when a chiseled arm is locked
Below my chin

For selling loosies...

And I'm kissing cement,
Gasping, "I--can't--breathe!"
On bay street
Bullied by black boots,
Blue eyes
And deaf ears

For selling loosies...

But don't tell that
To my future assassins...

Their sacred blue is immune
To my tainted black.

~ P
#ISellLoosies
(12/13/14)
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Julie Grenness Mar 2016
I prayed to God in the silent house,
In the quiet stillness, in came a mouse,
Yes, in scuttled Horatio the Mouse,
Sardonic God has sent me a mouse,
So, a little fur friend,
God's blessings don't end,
This mouse is way too hyperactive,
I ask, does it come from a mouse collective?
Is Horatio pregnant? think twice.
Shall I be plagued by furry mice?
I bought poison and mousetraps, too bad,
Is the mouse collective about to be sad?
Thus spake God, in the silent dark house,
"I shall send you a fur friend mouse?"
The real world,  in came the mouse. Feedback welcome.
Hanson Yang Feb 2018
Thinkin you hot in hip hop playing skip it in the summertime
Thinking when reading the dictionary out loud everytime when you state in dumber “rhymes”
Spittin lethal when you’d get abused by thought
And forget the fruited wisdom cuz you’re too confused with motts
Thinkin you flowin when you ******* in the niagra
With all that power you’d think that you created ******
Forget your lefty made bout, cuz your rhymes be played out
You couldn’t even hip hop right even if your left knee gave out
My women call me Mc claps that I’m “eatin prego”
Cuz you receive applause every enlightenment down when you’re getting thrown at eatin everything from off the floor when you’re gettin thrown at from every freakin tomato
I left mousetraps around your bed to prove that you bomb cheese
The next morning after I stole all the mousetraps offa your mom’s knees
You’re only hip hop when rats are attackin your feet
To have you rappin and dancin when evading death to abackin your feat
Dig out your eyeballs and glued them to my God-blue reeboks too so that you can see walk
Might as well morph in-to a dictionary verbalized so that you would be talk
Get your **** tatted with my rhymes so that you can beat mine
And ******* to a dictionary everytime elementary to see rhymes
Intent in poetry id is the only time when you can see mine
Your poetry is better than smoking potent sleeping powder
Your capacity growth is better than your open reading hour
You couldn’t roll with these punches only when you’re swingin on rollerblades
Here's to hoping
they'll make me forget about
devil-red lips,
pockets of skin I've never touched,
coils and coils of it,
delightful nightmares
set up like mousetraps
ready to chatter together
when the hour-hand smacks eleven.
Can I extract your name
like a tooth?
You slip under the door,
into my arms,
the air you've never been
but ought to be.
Written: October 2014.
Explanation: A poem written in my own time, very similar to previous piece 'If I'm Honest', in the sense it was written in a short amount of time while I was watching a movie, with barely any edits made when typed up. Feedback welcome as usual.
Olivia Jul 2018
Dear Coshocton, Ohio-

           I remember how warm you seemed. Not in the traditional sense of the word, but in a way that evoked feelings of safety, comfort, and care. In a time before I knew the true meaning of red and blue, did not realize the depth of ideological division, and assumed that nothing existed beyond the eggshell walls of our town, you taught me the meaning of community. Perhaps you were a community to which I never fully belonged, or maybe I just never earned my place, but you are also a world from which I know I will never be apart.

          Coshocton, you showed me the strength of caring for everyone, young and old. Your chipped-paint homes and run-down factories and aged population all represent a better time but possess the undying hope that this better time was only a state of mind which you never left behind.

          I remember the trips to the library, where swarms of sticky-fingered children and their families listened to story time as I clambered to make conversation with people nine times my age, stumbling over my words and speaking with the staggering and lilting speech of one who has not yet learned what not to say and when not to say it.

         Coshocton, you gave me the first memories I ever had, laughing with friends and sledding down hills, wandering around a house much too big for me, wonderfully satisfied with what life had provided and wishing for nothing more than to continue being happy.

          I know I will always be indebted to you, and for that I apologize, for I will never return what you offered. But you are so much more than what I owe you or what you granted me. You are a community, a city, a history, a people, a tiny dot on a map of cornfields and flatlands and run-down highways, a little theater in a dilapidated strip mall, an annual fair in the midst of an ailing community, a possibility for revitalization at the hands of your now-grown youths, a piece of flypaper in a sea of mousetraps, you were a gift.

         You are a gift.

         Thanks for everything.
Ni5ha Mar 2015
Darkness flows through the veins
Of the men who lack understanding
Of who they are
So busy shining in someone's light
That when they are pushed out, they
Are officially lost

Desperate are the children
Who die from lack of history
Who identify themselves as gang bangers
Who picks up the gun and
Points it at their own brethren

Confused are the school children
Who go to school and learn
But not learn everything
They hear about Alexander Graham Bell, Christopher Columbus, and Pythagoras
People they can't personally look up to
So they fall deep into the mousetraps
Of the world

Sorry are the people who knew
But didn't warn
They didn't warn the next generation
That the world is a bad place
And we are strong people

They didn't tell us that
Unity is what makes us win
Division makes us fall.
They didn't tell us that the sun
Rises in the east and sets in west

They never told us about
Hope as bright as the sun
Who rises and is set in the
Heart of those who are willinng to tell
So tell us that story again
Sing us the slave's chorus
So we could at least have
Something we could call our own
The Yoke of “Freedom”

"We'll cast off the shackles of freedom and the yoke of democracy."
— Vladimir Polyakov


The yoke of “freedom” — dreams turned fiction,
A trap of hope, a blinding mist,
From BEASTS we learned our shallow diction —
And sank below the blackest abyss.

No, that fake yoke will not be lifted —
“Improve the world”? The cost was steep:
Fascistic filth now rules, uplifted,
And drags us down to herded sheep.

The “minds” of dulled and drooling masses —
This world’s long turned a freak parade.
Each day, more twisted horror passes —
It's time to pierce the deeper shade.

That second floor of lies from BEASTS —
A doctrine soaked in veiled Hell-fire.
The mob sees not the Satan’s feast
Behind the Mask they all admire.

We’ll pierce it through — and fall, forsaken,
To deepest Hell — as well we should.
For now, the global camp is taken
By savage Evil, building good.



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A yoke called “freedom” crushed the mind —
And dragged the world to sheep and slime.



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The Boredom of Pseudo-Life

Life is dull — it’s no illusion:
This world’s a fake, a grim delusion.
The Realms of Spirit hold the key —
Hints, not orders, set you free.

Commands and “wise” advice are chains,
Spawned by darkness, soaked in stains.
Heed them — rot will soon begin,
And **** your soul from deep within.

A mind without the Spirit? — Hell.
That’s why the world’s a fascist shell.
God’s spark was sold by fools and knaves
For wallets, gadgets, gold — as slaves.

"Just fine!" — the brute declares with pride,
As dumbness spreads, and truth has died.
"Normal" now is mental rot —
Thanks to Satan’s stealthy plot.

Among such fools, joy’s out of reach.
Their numbers grow — they yell, they screech,
And fuel the fascist brute parade
With every shove and block and blade.

They’re gray as mold, a mindless swarm —
Shoving elbows, buying form,
Crowding aisles, consuming lies,
Blindly marching toward new cries

Of Hell ahead — it’s almost here.
This grayness — worse than sulfur fear.
Don’t walk that path with empty eyes —
Just trust your soul, where wisdom lies.



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“Normal” now is dumb and dead —
The soul is starved, the mind is led.



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The Commissariat of Sold-Out Verse
(after Bulat Okudzhava's “Commissars in Dusty Helmets”)

"Commissars in dusty helmets" —
Okudzhava missed the mark.
Truth gets twisted into velvet
When you skip the slaughter's dark.

Commissars had shot his kin —
All of them. A ******* crime.
Yet he sang of jails within,
As if rot deserved a rhyme.

To that vile, demented system
Swarmed the ****-ups, proud and loud.
Only slaves would dare assist 'em,
Printing filth to please the crowd.

Went to layout like to slaughter,
Selling soul for lines of shame.
While the honest ones — no quarter —
Tore their shirts but spoke no name.

Commissars in dusty cover
Broke the country, crushed the land.
Those who dared to cry or stutter
Died like rebels — hand in hand.

Now the filth is even fouler —
Worse than them — so rise and fight!
Let your verses mark the howlers,
Sting the traitors out of sight.

Let the verse erupt and sear —
For when fascism masks as “love,”
Poets bleed instead of cheer,
Smearing ink with sacred stuff.

This’s the only path to take
If the End of Times has come:
Stop the sugar, stop the fake —
Write against the marching ****!



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When verse obeys — the soul is dead.
Real poems fight the lies instead.



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Answers Without a Question

Immaculate conception?
Just like budding in a jar.
Faith in nonsense breeds deception —
Flood them deep and rule by far.

Drown them in a sweet illusion,
“Sanctify” it with a lie.
Then destroy — through mass confusion —
Mind and Spirit, Truth and Pride.

Use a priestly horde to spread it,
Bolder lies and thicker fog.
Truth will softly call — but let it
Reach the Soul like distant log.

Truth speaks gently, never shouting.
You must seek it, heart in hand.
But the herds are kept from doubting
By a roar they understand:

Wild-eyed sermons, empty phrases,
Words that mimic human speech.
Truth escapes those stable mazes —
Only hearts and minds can reach.

Thinking sharp, not blind believing,
No examples, no "because" —
This alone resists deceiving.
This is how you fight the claws.

All’s within — so why a preacher?
Only business needs a “guide.”
Every pulpit-seller teacher
Is a crook in holy hide.

Intuition, inner sensing,
Critical, creative thought —
These are answers worth commencing.
Ask the question you have brought.



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Truth is quiet. Lies parade.
Ask your question — unafraid.



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Outer Goals — The Root of Fools and Control

The light’s within — the fog is outer.
The deeper fog, the darker night.
The world, my friend, is full of doubters —
Find their truths — and lose the Light.

A goal “out there” is mass production
Of mindless fools and marching meat.
They just tweak the goal’s construction —
Same old chains, but now “elite.”

True goal’s within, not in the rubble
Of worldly junk and rotting lies.
Creation’s spark, not learned-through-trouble,
Is where real, knowing power lies.

A goal in “future” is deception,
Crowd control in sleek disguise.
Didn’t reach it? New direction! —
Feed the sick with fresher lies.



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Outer goals — control the head.
Truth is here, not in what’s said.



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The Goal Within

The Light is quiet, glowing inward.
Outside — a fog that thickens fast.
The mind gets lost in shifting forward,
And Truth is veiled as shadows pass.

The world feeds lies in gilded wrapping —
A friend, beware the outer chase.
Each "noble aim" is just entrapment —
It steals the Light, it dims your grace.

To chase what’s “next” is mass illusion,
A tool to herd, a game of chains.
They shift the goal — it breeds confusion,
And binds the soul in silent pains.

But in the core, beneath the clutter,
Where matter bends to Spirit’s gaze,
The pulse of Knowing starts to flutter —
No future there, no worldly praise.

No preacher there, no map, no measure,
Just presence — clear, alive, and still.
Not reaching out, but holding treasure
The outer world can’t touch or ****.



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The Light is here — don’t chase the mist.
The goal’s within... and it just is.



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No Goal, No Fog

No goal to seek.
No path to win.
The fog is loud —
But Light is in.

Don’t chase the form,
Don’t trust the flame.
What shifts and moves
Will shift to shame.

Be still. Unfold.
No future here.
The Now is vast.
The Heart is clear.



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Ash of Purpose

No goal. Just ash.
The dream is thin.
You chase the fog —
It pulls you in.

No path remains.
No hand, no guide.
The Light you were —
You left outside.

The future speaks —
It always lies.
It feeds the weak
And blinds the wise.

So sit in dark.
Let all things fall.
The One that stays
Is none at all.



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Zero

Not light.
Not dark.
Not fire.
Not spark.

No self.
No name.
No breath.
No flame.

No goal.
No fear.
No sound.
No here.

No past.
No start.
Just Void —
and Heart.


---

After Zero

No word —
but pulse.
No flame —
but glow.

No edge —
just space.
No “where” —
but flow.

No “I” —
just this:
a breathless
yes.

It moves
but still.
It knows —
but will?

No need.
No plan.
Just Light
began.



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Creating Dead Souls with Fear and Lies

With fear of death, they breed the dead—
Believe propaganda’s lies,
And you’ll become a numb misled,
A fool beneath god’s disguise.

They spin their scary tales around,
You swallow all the foolish fear,
Become a coward, dumb and bound,
A puppet trapped in darkened gear.

Once caught inside this deadlocked spin,
Only fear remains to reign,
The mind shrinks small, worn thin within,
The soul dissolves in choking pain.

With broken spirit, all is lost—
The world is canned, rights sold and sealed.
This “citizen” pays the cost
In fake lands where truths are peeled.

CowID showed the Great ***’s face—
He rules through filth and vile ****.
Spreading chaos, lawless space,
Where evil grows and rules become.

The world beneath satan’s throne—
No hope, no future left to see.
When fools infect the masses’ bone,
Humanity fades utterly.

Fear plus folly, now no man—
Just nonsense crowds, dead souls’ domain.



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Fear breeds dead; lies keep them chained—
No soul remains, just fools retained.



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True Art

Invite the pain, the fear,
Transform them, forge them strong —
For freedom’s sake, not for the drear
Of fools who play along.

Will you find Light?
Unlikely, friend...
Will you break the blight?
Somewhere near the end.

They’ll write their songs, their lies,
Respond: “Give up the fight!”
But don’t you fall for their disguise,
Hold fast your will and might.

Though toiling “in the drawer,”
Though honor pays no toll,
Don’t trade your fire for shallow roar
Of crowds who clutch control.

So dare! Though vain the grind,
Though hardship chains your path,
For liars rule the blinded mind —
Condemning honest wrath.

The truthful now are rare and few,
Dull pride has taken throne.
In fake art’s stench, the rotten brew
Drowns reason, chills the bone.

Like public pleasuring,
The putrid feelings reign.
Fascism stalks, the decent mute —
Or scribble all in vain.

With zero reach, you slave like ox,
In dark, forsaken pits.
Yet still your soul will break the locks —
True words ignite the blitz.

Among the kneeling, fallen ranks,
The Creators’ spirits rise —
Their genuine, earth-shattering thanks
Shatter the falsehood’s lies.



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True art bleeds pain, not empty cheers —
It fights alone, but conquers fears.



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Pseudoscience, Media, and Sold-Out “Culture”

The samples fixed —
“Commissioned” reigns supreme.
Degrees achieved,
But monsters rule the scheme.

Orders flood from foulest lair,
Like plagues that spread in endless tide.
False diseases — viral scare —
They launched a test stone far and wide.

CowID fools command the game,
Masters of deceit and fear.
Pseudoscience, ashes — shame,
Decay grows far and near.

The same decay infects “culture” too,
Though literature seems less oppressed.
Yet devils push their flamed debut,
While honest work’s depressed.

No money — just a worthless shell,
In lying lands, a ghost unseen.
“Vatniks” praised in hellish hell,
The monsters’ “Pecheneg” machine.

“Strongholds,” “Rise up from your knees!” —
They march you straight to slaughter’s door.
Truth’s voices squeak midst howling seas,
Censorship strikes silence more.

No new age — just darkest blight,
The sellouts howl, the media’s flood.
Infernal world sinks out of sight,
A bottomless pit of blood.



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Lies spread fast — the fools obey,
The world decays in shadow’s sway.



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Pseudoscience, Media ******, and Bought-Out “Culture”

Samples rigged — the fix is in.
Paid-for lies run deep and wide.
Degrees? Just masks for filthy sin —
Monsters in the world now ride.

Orders flood from devil’s pit,
Plagues of fake disease unleashed.
False AIDS tests? They threw a fit,
CowID fools have lied and fleeced.

Fear and lies — their cruel dominion.
Pseudoscience rots to dust.
Decay spreads fast — no redemption,
Truth’s crushed bones lie in the rust.

Same decay invades “culture” —
Though lit looks less consumed by grime.
But devils hype their ***** vulture,
While honest work’s a crime.

No cash — just wrappers, worthless ****.
In lies’ swamp, you’re ghost and waste.
“Vatnik” trash rules every bit —
Monsters feast in savage haste.

“Stand up!” they scream — to slaughter’s field,
Where truth’s a squeak drowned by the wolf.
Censorship’s a steel-clad shield,
Silencing all honest proof.

No bright dawn — just blind damnation.
Sellouts howl through total lies.
This world’s a pit, an abomination —
Infernal hell beneath black skies.



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Lies feed fools — truth’s on the run,
The world’s a pit, no light, no sun.



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Pseudoscience “Experiments”

"To defend a theory,
One can conduct enough research."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law

"The more knowledge,
The deeper the ignorance."
— Buddhist Saying


The “scientist” works tireless,
To prove his sacred creed:
He runs “experiments” ceaseless,
Rejects what breaks his feed.

Facts and tests that don’t align
Become “artifacts” at best.
Thousands warp the grand design —
A rotten, false contest.

Built to serve some dark agenda,
Foreign to true knowing’s light.
Cash and lies fuel the propaganda,
Just to cloak the wrong and blight.

The world’s trapped deep in madness —
“Science” wiped the soul away.
Logic cramps the mind’s gladness,
Without intuition’s sway.

Dry reason without feeling
Leads the self to slow decay.
“Just prove that nonsense, no big deal!” —
The fool believes the play.

Direct Vision — mind’s true core,
Healthy psyche’s shining base.
“Science” hunts that truth once more —
To sink it to disgrace.

We’re at the bottom, sinking fast,
Science’s tank runs dry below.
Its echoes keep us trapped, aghast,
Like sea cucumbers, minds won’t grow.

When you buy their lies in whole,
Killing your intuitive spark,
You open evil’s door to soul,
And plunge into the dark.

More “knowledge” means more ignorance —
Remember well this bitter song.
Pseudoscience leads the dance,
To the madhouse all along.

Two thirds of earth’s locked in the cage,
Believing “science” lies and games.
Is “science” just an axe and rage,
To hack the living soul in flames?

“Science” forged by soulless fiends,
For evil’s simple, cruel demand.
They need dull slaves with cracked-up minds,
With “knowledge” hammered, not to stand.



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More “science,” more the dark unknown —
Pseudoknowledge kills the soul alone.



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Worthy...

"Worthy above all —
To not let those who give out favors
Drive you to the stall,
Or shut your mouth with hay."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1976


Worthy — even if all’s a wreck,
Sometimes the only way is death.
If chances fail, then die unchecked —
For “living” means to lose your breath.

Only death can purge the flood
Of filth that floods your weary mind.
The Beast through ages breeds its mud —
A mockery of soul confined.

Suicide’s a coward’s game —
Die fighting if you’ve got the might.
You cannot crush the World’s own shame —
This chaos is the “law” of night.

But only by the fight alone
Can you your spirit hope to save.
We all dream crowns — but stand alone,
Not heralds, not the brave.

So “dance away from fire’s glow” —
That’s how the battle’s truly won.
Be but a bad forerunner’s show —
And fate of slaves you’ll overrun.

Slavery and dullness reign —
A poison foul, unfit for men.
Create, resist — let not the stain
Of wretchedness consume your ken.

**** every fear — it’s late to scare,
Armageddon’s world awaits.
It comes with wrath, a grim affair —
We stand within the End of Dates.

The Sun shines stronger, magma flows
Beneath Antarctic’s frozen crust.
The world — spawn of Marasmus — grows
Drowned in the Beast’s relentless lust.

Fight Evil worthily, with calm,
Meet your poor fate with steady heart.
Your choice: fake plagues, or war’s alarm —
Or Cataclysm’s fresh start.



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Worthy fight, though all decays —
Choose your end, and not the haze.



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Mocking Troops, or False Reasons to Not Fight Evil

Marines for sport —
The real foes lie within.
Those beasts hold court,
Their victories are grim.

Don’t fool yourself — you don’t feel
The filth you thrash inside.
You "justify" the seal,
Diving deep in lies’ tide.

They teach those “foundations”
Since cradle to the dumb.
The fools flock to stations —
To cops and troops they come.

Men join communes —
A new fight’s born this way.
But fools swarm like ruins —
Slaves stuck in decay.

It’s time to unite
With minds that still can see —
Or sink into the blight
Of rat holes endlessly.

Rat holes, not rabbit dens —
A stupid world confined.
All “ideas” chain the lens —
Slavery’s harsh bind.

The end is coming — cataclysms
Will wipe this fake world clean.
But for fascism’s schisms,
The sheep still play the scene.



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Troops for show, fools abound,
Rats will sink this sinking ground.



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The “Sailors” Have No Questions...

The **** have lost all questions;
The fools have killed the light —
Their Honor, Conscience, Soul,
Drowned in verbal spite.

A flood of words —
Dark forces scream and crow.
No questions left — just lies,
Commands that never show.

The world’s last song is sung,
Its end is set, not free.



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Pharisee’s Odyssey

Bend yourself much deeper still,
Lie more stupid, lie with spite,
Be the cruel to weak at will —
That’s the way to win the fight.

No need to roam or stray afar —
You’ll fit right in where villains dwell,
If you become a selling scar,
Forgetting honor, truth, and hell.



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Questions Without Answers

Is there a lyre inside the latrine?
Is wisdom needed ‘midst the fools?
Is this a den, a humble scene,
Or just a chain that binds and rules?

Chains of lies, submission, fear,
Of treachery and twilight mind.
Is this the world — a scaffold near,
Or heaps of filth for us to find?



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View from Hell, or Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not —
No place in Hell.
A wretched mob,
For beasts, their hell.

Building here
A New Inferno.
The fool cheers:
“All for peace, you know!”

Protective lies,
The creatures preach.
All calm and smooth —
In False Land’s reach.

One “Pol ***”
We always hear.
Fascism walks —
Lies sharp and clear.

The pitiful crowd
Listens quick.
Soon only wise
Will face the wick.

Obedient to Darkness,
They profit well,
While dust in noose
Keeps burning hell.

From Hell to Hell —
A world’s bleak road.
Corrupt fiends,
Abundant load.

Not Pol *** —
Much worse they be.
Darkness descends
Through them, you see.

The people burned
Like ****** sheets,
Calling evil
“Good” with deceit.

That Darkness half
Has crushed the spine
Of “peoples” — or
Are monsters in line?

Like wheels of grief,
No end in sight.
We wait again
For doom’s dark night.

Armageddon looms —
Hell’s paradise —
The final fall,
The coldest ice.



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Hell builds hell, the fools obey,
Another end, another day.



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From Hell’s Eye, Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not — no room below,
In Hell where shadows coil and flow.
A pitiful herd, dark spirits’ dough,
The forge of beasts, their world of woe.

They build anew the fiery gate,
A New Abyss, a cursed fate.
The fool rejoices, deaf to hate:
“All for peace,” their poisoned bait.

Whispers veil the silent grave,
False calm in lies the darkness gave.
In False Land’s maze, the lost enslave,
One voice: “Pol ***,” the reaper’s stave.

Fascism breathes, a roaring flame,
Striking lies in endless game.
The herd obeys without a name,
Only wise shall face the blame.

Bound to Night’s eternal claim,
They profit while the embers maim.
Dust in noose, the burning frame,
From Hell to Hell — the cycle’s same.

Not Pol ***’s shadow, darker still,
Through cursed veins, the darkness spills.
The people scorched on broken hills,
Call evil good, the lie distills.

Half the dark has bowed the spine
Of “peoples” lost, or monsters’ line?
Wheels of sorrow, endless twine —
We wait the final, cold design.

Armageddon’s breath draws near,
Hell’s embrace, both dread and seer.
The end unfolds without a tear —
A sacred death, a timeless sphere.



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From depths of Hell, the shadows rise —
The final dawn in darkened skies.



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Into the New Hell...

Staged performances—
A fabricated little world.
Only lies make it so dense,
Its time draws near, unfurled.

The point of no return long passed—
Into the NEW HELL we go.
The **** were ready, standing fast,
Glad for crumbs in shadow’s glow.

Into the New Hell — debts unpaid—
It’s just beyond the rise.
Once thieves alone, now fascist made,
A hero in disguise.

A bureaucrat, a tyrant’s hand,
A wicked propaganda mouth,
A teacher rotting souls like sand,
A doctor sold to south.

The Earth’s Kunstkamera,
Save rare few escape the gloom—
All march inside this prison bar,
While paradise’s myths
Are for donkeys’ doom.



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New Hell waits — no debts to pay,
Fascists lead, thieves fade away.



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The Pit of the World

"And so this street,
Or rather, this pit
Is named for
That Mandelstam..."
— Osip Mandelstam, “Mandelstam Street,” 1935


Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t bear children into Hell:
To call things straight — three quarters
Of the world’s a den of hell.

Among the beasts, the Pure at Heart —
Like Osip’s shining Light —
Perish, nowhere to depart,
Beneath the brute’s harsh blight.

The brute will call white soot black,
And poets evil foes;
The beasts will rise in vicious pack —
To jail or madhouse goes.

They shot Gumilyov down,
Said: “Serves him right,” no shame.
Fools sunk low beneath the crown
Of TOTAL lying’s flame.

And Marina Tsvetaeva —
They crushed her to the noose.
If here the beast is led from man —
Stay silent, lie — abuse!

Mandelstam’s pit? Exactly:
A world that bows to Evil’s throne!
Be wise and stubborn, act exactly —
Create, defy that groan.

Mousetraps with rotten cheese —
The fools’ “good” they prize so much.
Be lone, if your mind’s at ease —
Among beasts, you’ll lose your touch.



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Mandelstam’s pit — a world in chains,
Create, resist — break Evil’s reins.



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In the Mousetrap

Nature’s more complex than “pure logic,”
Math’s cold rules don’t always fit.
Pedagogy drives the crooked spike
Into minds, to dull their wit.

The builder—cruel—commands the build
Of World’s dark Fortress of Evil.
The “scientist” speeds up the drill,
“Proving” what fools find feasible.

“Proof” misses spiritual flows—
To donkeys, the world’s quite plain.
The beasts, through media’s loud throes,
Preach the free cheese — a poisoned gain.

All mousetraps—fictitious lands—
A pen for fools, a herded crowd.
Another metaphor — sheep at hand,
Led to slaughter ’neath goat’s loud shroud.

The worst revealed by CowID —
A world a spawn of Evil’s might.
Ruled by beasts, and traitors feed
The goat’s commands to blind sheep’s plight.

The World’s Great Goat, Satan’s face,
Set false science’s wheels in motion.
In slaves’ minds, chains of disgrace—
Proofs fool’s faith, a blind devotion.

Idiocy’s no random fate —
Stupidity’s plague, worldwide spread.
Beasts control through slow decay,
A herd of cattle, numb and dead.

Their goal: to turn men into beasts,
Erase what’s human in the soul,
Make simple all — without a feast —
A digital collar, a control.

To the World’s Concentration Camp,
Sheep led on by programmed score.
AI rewards in cruel stamp—
A shame upon Earth’s core.

Construction plans face doom ahead,
A vile Cataclysm will sweep.
While Lies’ Ocean floods instead,
Foul fascism crawls and creeps.



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Trapped in lies, the herd obeys,
Digital chains seal all our days.



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Within the Mousetrap

Nature’s threads—far beyond cold logic’s grip,
Mathematics fails to bind the spirit’s flow.
Pedagogy drives nails that choke the mind’s bright ship,
A twisted forge where sterile shadows grow.

The builder vile commands the darkened spire,
Raising walls of the World’s Eternal Hell.
The “scholar” quickens lies’ relentless fire—
Proofs forged to bind the donkey’s spell.

Spirit’s currents pass the “proof” unseen,
To fools, the world’s a flat, dull stone.
Through media’s whisper, the beast’s machine
Sings of free cheese—an abyss unknown.

Mousetraps lie in phantom lands afar—
Pens for sheep, a march to doom.
Goats shout loud, the final war—
The flock moves blind toward their tomb.

CowID’s veil reveals the cursed ground,
A spawn of darkness, ruled by fiends.
Beasts command, and traitors bound,
The goat’s dark will in silent means.

The Great Goat, Satan’s hidden face,
Set false science’s sacred rites.
Chains of ignorance enslave the race,
In shadows cast from endless nights.

Stupidity’s a sacred blight,
Spread like plague through mortal clay.
Decay’s throne rules out of sight—
Beasts herd men who lose their way.

The last design: to break the soul,
Erase the light, impose the bind.
A digital collar takes its toll,
The cage for heart and mind confined.

To the World’s cold camp they lead,
Sheep numbered, marked, and scored.
AI feeds the hunger’s greed—
The Earth’s lament ignored.

But soon the Cataclysm’s breath
Will sweep the cursed plans away.
Till then, the Ocean’s flood of death
Drowns hope beneath the grey.



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Shadows weave a silent snare,
Souls confined in dark despair.



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Moments of Decay

"I remember a wondrous moment:
Before me you appeared,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty."
— A. Pushkin, “To *,” 1825


No need to seek those wondrous times,
Or guard them like a holy spell.
The ascetic walks rough paths and climbs —
Decay’s around, a stench of hell.

You’ll always fail, when passions reign,
Forgetting reason, “being’s” core.
Live through the PAIN, endure the strain —
Don’t rot and crawl in putrid gore.

Decay is everywhere, each breath
Is tinged with rot’s unholy scent.
Only Creation cheats slow death,
If madness' prison’s not consent.

The madhouse world — CowID
Revealed the dull fascist scream.
Three quarters in this rotten sea
Are **** that sell the broken dream.

Love’s a fetish, often doll —
No human there, just empty shell.
In greed and lust the spirits fall,
Dark holes in “consciousness” dwell.

Remember that wondrous flash,
When inward you retreat alone;
Where rot and nonsense fail to lash,
If still the Spirit burns like stone.

Legions of soulless beasts abound,
Stupidity—a plague that spreads.
Megatons of lies surround—
Shield not your head; disease embeds.

You’ll fall ill, like many do—
Idiots now the majority.
Warrior propagandists brew
Demons led by Goat’s decree.

The beasts grow wild, their madness deep—
A sign the End is drawing near.
Yet total lies still make fools leap—
Blind led by one who’s lame and queer.

That “distant” path ends in a cliff—
Where all the rot will be laid bare.
But all is “fine” in false belief—
Moments of “joy,” illusions rare...



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Decay’s all around, rot in the air,
Spirit burns — if you still dare.



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Endless, Boundless Despair

"O spring without end, without bound—
Endless, boundless dream!
I recognize you, life! I’m found!
And hail you with shield’s gleam!"
— Alexander Blok, 1907


O boundless, endless, aching woe,
Endless, boundless grief and pain:
In hopeless depths I fade and go,
So weary of the slave’s cruel chain.

Since youth, I’ve scorned the labels pinned—
“Freedom here”—I send them all to hell.
Only pain and weariness have sinned,
Passed down by beasts whose souls fell.

Poverty, a legacy of ache,
Passed on through every slavish frame.
No hope for Reason’s dawn to break—
This world is sick, and none to blame.

Madness handed down through years,
To new generations it is sworn.
With fear and pain, the seed appears—
The many lost, the fools are born.

O boundless, endless misery...
Only Cataclysm may disperse,
But not a path to paradise—
A New Hell comes for fascist curse.

A few may pass to realms apart,
Unchained, unbound, fierce in fight,
Free from Hell’s deceiving art,
Defiant in eternal light.

True freedom lies beyond the lies,
The fruit of struggle long endured.
But fools, too blind to recognize,
Reject all truth, forever lured.

Such freedom dwells in minds of few—
A doomed world clings to rot and spite.
Tortures go on, though time is few,
To strain the mind in endless night.

And boundless, endless sorrow guards
The rage of Darkness, deep and cold:
Now only pain can keep the shards—
In lies, the beasts control the bold.



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Endless grief, the spirit’s fight,
Few are free within the night.



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Marching in a Howl...

Idiots know—the Führer’s best.
Idiots trust—he’ll save the rest:
With just a glance, he’ll crush the foes,
Blow every storm with mighty blows.

Idiots march in rigid line,
To crush the enemy’s design.
Propaganda’s howl, like whip,
Drives them on—no chance to slip.



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Science Madness

The stubborn way they mock and scorn
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is but a sieve that filters scorn,
“Science” lies from first to last.

In name of saving reason’s flame,
They smother all the strange,
The irrational, the same
That makes fake science change.

Their logic’s warped beyond all bounds
Where miracles draw near,
Not trivial things, but sacred grounds
They crush with scoffing sneer.

There’re countless such examples told,
But this is not their tale:
In minds corrupt and spirit cold
Beliefs doomed to fail.

Only fools will trust the lies
Of orders pre-designed,
The bogus science’s disguise—
Rot that’s long declined.

Rot where spirit’s scorned and crushed,
Pure soul dismissed as fake;
Their leader, horned and foul and hushed,
Small souls he loves to break.

Master, corrupter, priest of lies,
Science’s dark facade,
Tempts with his deceiving guise—
Drags all to death’s façade.

The CowID’s wicked game
Dragged fools into the pen.
No doubt—the lies give power’s name
To warped and twisted men.

“Scientific” freaks and fiends,
And propaganda’s roar,
Will bring us down by evil means,
While spirit’s gone before.

They purge the soul, their only aim—
Science as executioner.
From every place, this wicked game
Was planned by sinister cur.

The mystery of life’s true light
They’ve turned to slime and fear.
And those who bear God’s spark so bright—
Are slugged and dragged down here.

All gray and bleak, the final cost—
Darkness’ ruthless attack.
Fake science launches every shot
To keep the world off track.

Those ******* sell their poisoned lies,
Our enemies in kind.
But reckoning shall surely rise,
When soul leads mind.

Mad science madness fades away—
A sickness, stale and vile,
And reason’s light shall claim the day,
Free from that dreadful trial.



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Personality

“A question hangs: does true self exist,
Or just a mass of conditioned twists?”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti’s voice insists.


A nested doll, all cracked and worn,
Paint running off, truth torn,
Lies overflow, with poison born,
Darkness feeds this world forlorn.

Under pressure of deceit,
They **** the mind with fear’s deceit—
Since childhood trapped in dread’s defeat,
Crunch-crunch, the lies repeat.

They prize submission’s empty claim—
Consume the rot, remain the same.
Feed your fears, then bear the blame,
Become dull, a dim-lit flame.

They piece together you and me
Like matryoshkas endlessly—
Schizophrenia’s layered spree,
A tangled mass, a misery.

It spreads so fast—a chaotic stew,
Seeming solid, yet untrue.
Nothing whole inside for you,
Unless pure Spirit holds it through.

No lie or full and selfish gut
Can bind the shards, the shattered cut.
Today from filth they mold anew—
Fascism’s cups are filling through.

Drink deep, drown out your soul’s own cry,
They give it free—just sip and die.
Blood drunk down, the spirit’s sigh—
Killed gently under painted sky.

No need to ****, just keep the peace—
Silence builds the foul increase.
Become a worm, the rot’s release,
While propaganda’s howls never cease.

Lies fall heavy, never slight,
In these last days, a fading light.
Fascist Hell looms in the night,
Soon shattered, skies regain their height.

Cleansed by cataclysm’s harsh hand,
This shameful Hell, this cursed land,
Branded fascism, vile and grand—
Few escape its grasp or stand.

Strengthen Spirit, hold the flame—
Only thus you’ll break the chain.
Cataclysm’s no myth, no game—
It’s coming soon to cleanse the pain.



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Men and Rodents

Here tiny men gnaw at crumbs —
Each other’s scraps, their petty sums.
Minds so poor, a chaos thrums,
A maddened mess where madness drums.

**** reigns supreme, the traitor’s king,
While worthy souls have lost their wing.
Stupidity’s a rock that clings,
Unyielding, crushing all bright things.

From coal to diamond through the years,
Yet dullness breeds and feeds on fears.
In jungle dark, the talent clears —
But bends to **** and disappears.

If to the filth you bow your head,
Forget the Light you once had led,
You’ll rot in muck — the cursed bed,
Where all the world’s lost hope is fed.

Patience of freaks, their dull disgrace —
A monstrous, ever-growing plague.
So many madmen fill this place,
Darkness thrives and wins the race.

Total chaos, boundless fools,
War’s bloodless now, no ****** pools.
Fascism’s needle kills and rules,
While tiny men play petty duels.

These tiny men, the worthy hate,
Forget the books that idiots state.
Trash and lies—they pile the freight,
A cesspool filled with poisoned bait.

You are the Spirit, hold it tight—
In this madhouse, it’s your light.
Answers come from Spirit’s height,
While fools deserve disdain outright.

The End approaches, war with Mind,
From the abyss, salvation find.
Cataclysms cleanse the blind,
And end will come for those unkind.

The worthy saved if Spirit leads,
While creatures tremble, dread proceeds.
The foul stench from media feeds,
For it knows shame will drown their creeds.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw on scraps like rats,
Minds are weak, a chaos spats.
**** rules — traitors, kings of slime,
The worthy crushed by rocks of time.

Coal to diamond, fate’s design,
But dullness thrives, devours the spine.
In jungles dark, the gifted fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Patience of monsters, sin profound,
Madness everywhere abounds.
Darkness wins — the fools comply,
War bloodless, fascists’ syringe nigh.

Tiny men, foes to the wise,
Burn the books, embrace the lies.
Trash and venom feed the lie,
Spirit’s flame alone can fly.

Fools deserve the harshest scorn,
End is near — new war is born.
From abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Those who fight with spirit’s sword,
Escape the dark, embrace the Lord.
Beasts tremble, smell defeat,
Media’s lies meet their heat.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw like rats on scraps,
Minds starved thin in chaos’ traps.
****’s the king, the traitor’s throne,
Worthies crushed beneath the stone.

Coal turns diamond through the pain,
Dullness guards the cursed chain.
In these jungles, sharp will fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Monsters’ patience, sin’s deep scar,
Madness rules both near and far.
Darkness wins, fools march in line,
War bloodless — fascist’s sign.

Tiny men, the wise they hate,
Burn the books, embrace their fate.
Trash and lies breed venom’s sting,
Spirit’s fire alone can sing.

Fools deserve contempt and scorn,
End approaches, war is born.
From the abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Fight with Spirit’s flaming sword,
Escape the dark — obey no lord.
Beasts now tremble, taste defeat,
Media’s lies face their heat.



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Banana-nyama

The monkey’s full, the monkey’s drunk,
But bananas? Nope — just junk.
Total lies — a stinking stew,
Building cages, brick by glue.

Filth spreads out — yet devils build,
Claiming food, and “bonds” fulfilled.
This poem’s truth, the world’s disgrace —
Both absurd, a sick disgrace.



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At Full Speed…

The secret’s out, the Devil rules,
The world’s a pawn, the Devil’s fools.
Faster, quicker — all aboard!
Rush to hell, no time ignored.

This fragile world’s sent off to camp,
Where reason dies — the final stamp.
There lies flow like magic’s wine,
“Care” a scare, betrayal’s sign.

Falsehood reigns, the ruling shame,
Their rule defiles the soul’s own flame.
Soullessness — the only goal…
At full speed down the darkened shoal.

Then, as the last speck turns to dust,
The little ship will break and rust.
From dust will rise the fiery pit,
While Spirit fades — the fiend will sit.
CharlesC Jul 2019
Perhaps there are types..
inventions of mousetraps that
catch with compassion..
celebrating the inventiveness
of the finite mind..

but what of those appearances
of brushstrokes or words
which seem from afar..
as from the whiteness of
this page..
or the sudden juxtaposing
of nature's dissimilarities..

those sudden types
seem available to all..
do not depend on our
diligent preparation in
schooling or craft..
or culture or beliefs
but only upon a
recognition of ourselves
without  the opaqueness
of a masking resistance...
Jill Tait Aug 2020
Somethings stuffin’ it’s self in my garden shed and it’s makin’ an awful mess as it is being fed..one would think an elephant was in my hut..and a drunk one at that staggering half cut!!

I bet it is a mouse with it’s family and  a spouse unravelling everything whilst searching out louse..but the tiny blighter must be as bold as brass coz he’s pooped everywhere from him filthy *** 🙂 ****** Moses what a state he has made of my nice clean shelves.. can the little ******’s not cleanup after themselves..

But I won’t set a trap so he should think himself lucky..I wouldn’t mind as much if he wasn’t as mucky..one would think he had been wearing mahoosive muddy wellies.. there is dirt on all my garden chairs.. filthy and smelly..so if he is living in my crib then he had better beware.. I have deadly mousetraps hanging over there ;)
The Shackles

"Diplomacy means stroking dogs
Until their muzzles fit."
— Friedrich Nietzsche


Diplomacy, politics,
"Good manners" and hard grind —
All lead the same way. And the whiners
Get crushed to dust, confined.

When muzzles fit, the chains click tight,
The guard dogs prowl around.
The shackles weigh on every mind —
Break free, don’t fear the sound!




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Black Mark on a Mad World

A black mark brands this world insane —
Stop toiling just for food and rent.
They’ll take it all — a new dictator’s reign,
The **** are always evil’s rent.




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Walking Among the Masses

No terror breaks you down inside,
If you’re not far from their own kind —
A foolish, pitiful weak mind.



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The Noose Hung Over This World

"You must prepare: either mind to understand,
Or rope to hang yourself by your own hand."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC


If wisdom grows enough to see,
The noose appears — first step to flee.
Decay’s horror chills the brain,
And fools beside you bring the pain.

Understanding starts to rise,
The struggle wakes, the spirit tries.
But strength dissolves in dark’s cold grip —
No slave will make the final trip.

Awareness spirals round and round:
At last you grasp, the fools have bound
The noose that chokes this ruined land —
And all this world is doomed to stand.




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The Noose Hung Over This World

"Prepare yourself: with mind to see,
Or rope to end your misery."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC


When reason hits — the first step’s death,
Decay’s foul stench steals all your breath.
The fool beside you, enemy close,
In this rot, all hope is lost.

The mind expands, the fight begins,
But strength dissolves, the darkness wins.
No slave can break this hellish bind —
Doomed in shadow, trapped and blind.

The truth spins down in twisted rings:
The noose is made by fools and kings,
Tied tight around this world’s disgrace —
A wreck, a cesspit, a dead place.



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Managing a Bacterial Colony

Like a colony of germs—
An “atomic” solo soul,
But in countless throngs it squirms,
Its goals a cruel control.

They seem to move by choice,
Yet nature hides the strings—
No true free will, no voice,
Just vectors pulling things.

That vector’s coded tight
Within each bio-gear.
A “prosector” out of sight
Directs from far and near—

Leading mute colonies blind
To digital camps they’re sent,
Where strict commands unwind,
And whole swarms face torment.

But not all die away—
They spare the deadliest breed:
The ruthless, sharp and grey,
With spirit drained, no seed...




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Colony Control

Like germs in colonies,
An “atom” lost alone,
But countless, slaves and keys,
Their goals by monsters sewn.

They move as if by choice,
But nature’s just a lie —
No freedom, no true voice,
Just vectors pushing by.

That code’s injected deep,
Inside the bio-slave,
A butcher’s hand will reap,
Their strings pulled by the grave.

A “prosector” commands
From shadows cold and far,
Dragging dumb, mute bands
To camps behind the bar.

There, digital hell waits —
Whole colonies erased.
Only toxic, cruel greats
Survive — their souls debased.

The fiercest, cold and grim,
No spirit left to find,
A new breed born from sin,
Dead hearts, but bodies blind...



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Ruins of Mind

Ruins of mind —
Skeletons of lies,
Darkness swallows
What’s otherwise.

Fools rejoice —
**** thinks for all,
Builds and leads,
Blind to the fall.

The idiot knows not —
Their fate is sealed,
To camps they march —
No mercy revealed...




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Activity and Interaction

Fools were active —
Half the pain.
But INTERACTIVE
Inside that game,

Where chimeras swarm —
A "virtual world"?
Means all is lost —
Fake cheese unfurled.

While real mousetraps snap
In daylight clear.
Skill won’t save you —
It’s the price, my dear,

That they will pay...
Those “platinum” pawns,
Whose “life” costs dearly
Till the Monster dawns.

Mind your head —
This question’s sharp;
Know the game you’re in,
Or be torn apart.




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The Rightness of Effort

Begin with courage, skill, and might—
Finish well what you ignite.
Rushing brings a shallow taste,
Dragging out wastes time and haste.

Rightness in the work you do
Is the pledge that sees it through.
Fools just babble, endless noise,
You who create—half-god, not toys.

Drive yourself to tired bone,
Or rest too much, you’ll reap alone.
Only little gains you’ll see—
Grieve at Death’s inevitability.

Death will weigh and judge it all—
This moment is your rise or fall.
Weakness, lies, and coward’s cries,
Fuel the pain where honor dies.

So be truthful, brave, and strong,
In each task, right every wrong.
Then Death will raise you, not defeat—
And make your passing truly sweet.




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A Mix

A mix of madness and TEMPLATE —
That’s the “mind” of most today.
Why create clones? They replicate—
Billions lost in dull array.

No nature lives within these fiends—
Only STUPIDITY in form,
“Raised” by lies, their fiery means
Wound the soul, a silent storm.

Soulless throngs rise past the sky,
Madness reigns and smothers all.
Wise voices fade, grow faint and shy—
Turning humans into thrall.

This madness grows like avalanche
In a world already spent.
Underneath that crushing branch
We’ll vanish—idiot’s intent.

Idiot worse than **** below,
Through them Evil strikes and tears.
But the fool will never know—
Blinded by his own despairs.




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Militant Stupidity

"To always be right, to charge ahead,
Without a doubt—that’s the great art
By which dull fools the world have led."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair’s heart

Fierce stupidity, no doubt allowed—
Charge forward! I’m the truth, the force!
With brutal shove, break ice and cloud,
Crush stones and barriers off their course.

The path to “success” I always make—
Success alone, immense, supreme!
All else I crush, all foes I break,
Those who oppose? Just sweep—extreme!

If many chase this ruthless way,
Then chaos reigns and madness swells—
A bedlam where the fools hold sway,
And reason dies where terror dwells.



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Clear Vision

To see with clarity —
A danger near,
They’ll twist your mind,
That’s half the fear.

Each hour brings
A haunting sight:
The horror born
Of Strada’s blight —

Unending grief,
A restless ache,
A heavy road
Through Hell to take.




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Collapse

Ideas lined
Like dominos,
Built by a Fiend —
All **** that flows.

Then one shove —
Down to Hell they fall.
Fool stays mute,
While Fiend takes all.




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Collapse

Ideas fall
Like rotten bones—
Built by ****,
Pure **** and stones.

One hard shove—
They crash to Hell.
Fool shuts up—
The ******* fell.




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Religion — The Ideology of Broken Slaves

Pray to your god, the weak and hollow,
For patience, meekness — a wretched pledge.
This keeps you chained in darkness shallow,
Rotting in a fake-*** heaven’s edge.



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Horoscope ******-Viruses

Aries, Cancers... ****** traits!
******-virus, horoscope lies —
You swallow stench and twisted fakes,
A fool beneath the smoggy skies.

Scams herded like a nation's flock,
They multiply, but won’t confess
The damage done inside your clock —
A secret kept by dark distress.

The media's agenda drops
From “high above,” they know the game:
To dull the mind, the **** that props
The rotten crew — you’ll never name.

Clicks and twitches for the “roof” —
Horoscopes among their lies.
Media's all sell their poison proof,
Drowned deep in fog where truth just dies.

Astrology’s a science, sure.
Media's the fake-pseudoscience brand,
A place where lies grow dark and pure —
They eat your brain like spider’s hand.



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Like Locked in a Cage

Crystals form of family’s madness,
When fading lifts the fragile veil.
That veil won’t last — time’s quick to madness,
And nonsense rules where truth grows pale.

Two egos, rigid, cold, and stubborn,
Can’t bend or yield in any fight —
In matters grave, they clash and burden,
Like prisoners trapped, enduring blight.




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Newspeak

They mold the "community" with Newspeak —
A "new" community, they say.
But Newspeak’s damage runs too deep:
It breeds half-men in its sway.




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No Rights for Madness!

No franchise for the crazy —
Burn it down, destroy the scene!
Think you’ll hit the lowest? Lazy —
No rights down there, just flee!

Fall fast, then jump like brute,
Break the bottom, claim your place.
But the depths? They’re absolute —
And madness wins the race.

There’s always lower, lower still,
No rights exist beneath that pit.
Hell draws close with iron will —
And madness grows, won’t quit.




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The World’s Mammon

Mammon worldwide starts to march,
Soon to visit Charon’s shore.
Even he will dread the arch —
And close Hell’s gates once more.

Charon fears — he shuts the pit,
Saving demons from their fate.
Serving edges — this is it,
His grim joy, the Devil’s gate.

Mammon drifts, condemned to sway,
By Hell’s doorstep, doomed to roam.
Vanished soon — a new-born way,
A brand new man to claim the throne.

Through gold and lies, again will rise
That spawn to shake this Earth’s repose.
And bring the tremors, shatter skies —
When Mammon’s dark new chapter grows.



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The World’s Mammon

Mammon’s plague now stalks the earth,
Heading fast to Charon’s gate.
Even Death recoils in wrath —
Hell itself must close its fate.

Charon shudders, shuts the pit,
Saves the demons from the fire.
He who guards the shadow’s grit,
Serves the edge of grim desire.

Mammon writhes, a cursed spawn,
Chains of Hell will hold it tight.
Soon it dies — a new dawn
Breeds a fiend to spread the blight.

Gold and lies, the twisted breed,
Rise again to shake the ground.
Earth will shiver, quake, and bleed —
As Mammon’s doom descends profound.



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World’s Mammon — The Deathspawn

Mammon’s curse has cracked the sky,
Marching straight to Charon’s door.
Death shudders, can’t deny —
Hell’s gates slam forevermore.

Charon cowers, seals the pit,
Saves the demons from the flames.
Darkness grins — the cursed writ,
Serving chaos, hell’s own games.

Mammon writhes, a festering blight,
Tied to Hell’s unholy chains.
Soon it dies — but from the night,
Sprouts new plague to spread the pains.

Gold and lies, the poison seed,
Rise again — the earth will bleed.
Shattered bones and broken breath —
Mammon drags the world to death.




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Mammon’s Rot: The Final Plague

Mammon’s plague — a roaring beast,
Lunging straight at Charon’s feast.
Death recoils — Hell’s gates will slam,
Doomed to burn in death’s cruel jam.

Charon shivers, seals the tomb,
Saves the demons — seals their doom.
Hell’s own servant, chaos’ blade,
Feeds on screams the darkness made.

Mammon writhes in chains of rot,
Suffocates the world with blot.
It will die? No — spawn anew,
Slaughter dressed in lies and glue.

Gold’s false glitter, venom’s seed,
Breeds again to **** and bleed.
Earth will quake beneath the weight —
Mammon drags the world to fate.

In hellfire’s grip the shadows scream,
Feeding on a twisted dream.
All is lost, the soul decays —
Mammon’s curse forever stays.



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Mammon’s Curse — The Abyss Unleashed

Mammon, rot incarnate, slithers vile and fierce,
Dragging Charon’s throne into a blood-soaked pierce.
Death itself recoils in dread and shame,
Hell’s gates slam shut on this corrupted flame.

Charon shudders, seals the ****** domain,
Saving fiends to torment souls again.
Hell’s grim warden, sword of black despair,
Feeding on the cries that choke the air.

Mammon writhes in chains of filthy decay,
Suffocates the world in plague and grey.
Not dead — reborn in filth and lies,
A monstrous spawn beneath poisoned skies.

Gold’s sick glitter, serpent’s seed,
Breeds anew to grind and bleed.
Earth shudders under hellish weight,
Mammon drags all to final fate.

In infernal claws the darkness screams,
Feeding on the last of fractured dreams.
Souls dissolved, bones turned to dust —
Mammon’s curse: eternal rust.

No mercy, no light — only endless night,
A kingdom forged in madness and blight.
Hell is rising, the world’s last breath —
Mammon’s shadow is death’s own death.




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Mammon’s Plague — Abyssal Doom

Mammon rots, a putrid curse,
Slithers forth in hell’s own hearse.
Dragged to Charon’s shadowed pier,
Death recoils — the end is near.

Gates of Hell slam cold and tight,
Demon thralls weep endless night.
Charon grits his bones of rust,
Doomed to guard the cursed dust.

Mammon writhes in chains of slime,
Feeding on a world’s decline.
Not dead, but birthed in filth and bile,
A plague that poisons all with guile.

Gold that gleams with satan’s breath,
Spawns fresh monsters born of death.
Earth convulses, wracked with pain,
Mammon drags the world insane.

Souls devoured, bones crushed to ash,
Hope consumed in hellish crash.
No salvation, no reprieve,
Only darkness left to grieve.

Endless night, no dawn in sight,
A kingdom drowned in blackest blight.
Hell unleashed with cruel intent —
Mammon’s grip: the final end.




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Mammon’s Curse — The Final Abyss

Mammon writhes, a cancer foul,
Dragging worlds beneath his scowl.
Charon’s boat now stained with gore,
Frightened souls beg for no more.

Hell’s gates slam on demon’s screams,
Charon weeps in broken dreams.
Not a savior — warden ******,
Guarding ashes of the ******.

Mammon’s poison seeps like blood,
Turns pure earth to choking mud.
Born from filth, bred in decay,
Feeding on souls led astray.

Gold’s false glow, a serpent’s tongue,
Spawns new fiends, forever young.
Earth convulses, wracked with dread,
While the living crawl with dead.

Bones crushed under endless weight,
Hope extinguished, crushed by fate.
No salvation, none to find,
Only darkness — cruel, unkind.

Night eternal, no escape,
Worlds consumed in blackened shape.
Hell unleashed, the final breath,
Mammon’s clutch — a deathly death.




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The Parts of “Success”

Stupidity plus greed and endless dread —
(Fear’s injected everywhere, always fed) —
Breeds a psyche cracked, a mind unblessed,
While years of ******* feed the unrest.

Stupidity’s “natural,” but training’s worse:
The Creature knows the game, the cursed
Programs torturing pure reason’s core,
To silence truth forevermore.

The hidden gist: greed marches in line,
In wretched lives it plants its sign.
And propaganda’s lies and screams
Glue all that filth — the nightmare’s schemes.



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The Formula of Ruin

Stupidity fused with greed and fear,
(A plague that stalks both far and near) —
Breaks the mind, a shattered wreck,
Years in chains make no mind check.

“Natural” fool, but bred to ****,
That Creature knows the poison drill:
It twists pure reason, strangles light,
Drowns all truth in endless night.

Greed marches in a brutal horde,
In broken lives it claws and gored.
Propaganda howls, deceives,
Binding all with web of thieves.

This heap of filth, this cursed stew —
Is all the “success” you pursue.




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The Sum of Hellish Success

Stupidity, greed, and ceaseless dread—
Fear’s virus bred inside your head—
Crush the mind to rotting pulp,
Years of chains—your endless gulp.

“Natural fool,” yet trained to serve
That Creature’s will—to twist, to swerve.
It wrings pure reason, snuffs the flame,
Drowns your soul in filthy shame.

Greed’s the cancer, thick and vile,
In every breath, it claws, defiles.
Propaganda’s shrillest lies
Seal your fate—no more disguise.

This pile of **** you worship, praise—
Is your “success” in this haze.




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The Sum of Hellish Success

Stupid, greedy, never still,
Fear that claws and kills your will—
Mind decays, rots to the core,
Chained and crushed forevermore.

Born a fool, but trained to break,
Soul to drain and body shake.
Reason dies beneath their hand,
Pure thought crushed by their command.

Greed’s the plague that claws your breath,
Drags you down to hell and death.
Lies scream loud, their venom’s deep—
Bind your mind, enslave your sleep.

**** you worship, **** you crave,
This is all your life will save.



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Almost Bird...

A roasted chick —
Boiled in lies thick,
Then fried on Fear’s flame.
To hell with custom’s game!

Crazy bird’s routine —
Spirit’s wings wiped clean.
Powerless? Let it be.
***** weakness — set it free.



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Just One Big Lie for One Big Season

The CowID results are buried
In war's apocalyptic rattle.
The sheep, so simple and unwary,
Need one big lie to start the battle.

The first lie vanishes completely —
They tremble at the fresh disaster.
It fades — and joy returns so sweetly,
The herd feels peace and safety faster.




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One lie. One spell. One herd obeys —
Then cheers the slaughter as it prays.



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The Naked King and the Numbskull Crowd

The king is bare,
His court — for hire.
The crowd? Don’t care —
Just grunts and liars.

The lords all feud,
Distrust is growing.
The priest’s a brute —
He blesses moaning.

The king is bare,
The axe is gleaming.
But if they stare
And keep on dreaming —
Then chains come back
With fresh enslaving.



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The Core of Modern Pseudo-Psychology

They bolt on wheels to a dead old mule,
Then praise its "energizing pace."
In "psychology," that's the rule
When Spirit’s vanished without a trace.

Their theories? Hollow, soulless schemes.
The "practice"? Cash, control, and lies.
It feeds on shadowed power dreams —
Where evil thrives in thin disguise.

It creeps into the mind unseen —
A backstab hurts the most, you know.
In this soulless, lifeless machine,
Psychology serves shadow’s glow.

A crutch for lies, for chains, for pain,
Dead mules march off to work and war —
As long as charlatans explain
Their fate with jargon by the score.




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They preach the mind — but sell the soul,
Dead mules obey, and darkness rolls.



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The Blind Spot

A blind spot lives in every mind —
The root of chains for all mankind.
The fiends will preach, and you’ll believe —
Their lies now bolder, worse, and cheap.

It grows like mold on fear and greed,
On pious fools and wicked need.
And while the world just stares, unwise —
The blind spot burns through truth and skies.




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A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.



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“Elections” in the Madhouse

Do we “choose”? No — they drag us all inside,
To a madhouse world where lies abide!
Reason melts fast in fascist flame,
Where ugliness and rudeness reign.



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No choice at all — just chains and pain,
In madhouse madness, they reign insane.



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The Prime Directive

To foul the minds of countless throngs —
The foremost task, the wicked’s song.
No chains are needed — that’s their luck —
For beasts who spread their poison muck.

They cut expenses to the bone —
Executioners, metal zones.
We’ll spin three crates of blatant lies...
If crates run short, no compromise.

It’s not like concrete — solid, tight —
From garbage heaps will burst a fight:
The media dumps forty megatons
Of falsehoods — “Our brave soldier runs!”

Now evil’s mouthpiece, loud and grim,
Is hope and fortress for the sin.
It drives the Mind and Spirit out
From submissive fools, lost in doubt.



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Foul minds are their first command—
Lies pour out, a deadly brand.



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Trash

Stupid faces multiply everywhere,
Spreading fear, betrayal, shame, despair.
They crush the last of reason’s spark —
The trash of Earth, a world so dark.




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To Account!

To bear one hundredth part
Of all this shame — a stain on heart!
To craft one hundredth share
Of all this vile, deceitful snare —

Deserves but death’s unyielding hand,
For treasons vile, unhuman stand.
The prologue’s clear — we watch it rise:
The beasts will answer, no disguise.




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One hundredth of this vile sin —
Deserves death’s verdict, sharp and thin.



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Anger

A cauldron boils of dark desires,
In hellish flames, the mind expires.
The Spirit’s trapped among the bones,
Worn flesh its cold, forsaken throne.

So rare a guest, it fades to dust —
All seems in vain, but still—there’s lust:
Anger left as last defense,
A bitter shield, no recompense.

Be fierce — keep weak and swine away,
From hell’s grip strive to break away.
Reach out to Light — it lives inside —
No other truth: don’t run, don’t hide.




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Burn with rage, but guard your soul —
Push the swine, reclaim control.



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Filth of Lies

Trust betrayed beyond the brink —
Total lies make darkness sink!
So the forecast’s grim and stark —
All will drown in filth and dark.



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The “Science” of Deceitful Beasts

Beasts adore their “science” talk,
Euphemisms that slyly stalk,
Latin words to blind and bind,
Enemas for the human mind.

An enema — a false pretense,
Torturing Spirit’s innocence,
Trampling reason, truth betrayed,
Slaughtered by the lies they’ve made.




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Their “science” reeks of lies and pain,
Mind’s enema, a poisoned drain.



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“Napoleon? No, It’s Me!”

A mission? Firm’s messiah, you say?
Ego’s gone wild — clinical dismay.
Marketing sharks, PR’s sharp knights —
Napoleons of sales and fights!



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Employers, Consumers, and the Rest

...-ers and -brethren,
Only SEEKERS count,
All else is fading dust.
Brethren—gluttons,
Souls defiled and crushed
By food and blind submission.

False givers,
With free cheese gifts,
Enslave all who feed their lust.
A world drowned in foolishness—
Decay and endless rust.




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False givers feed the herd,
Cheap cheese traps every bird.
Only seekers hold the key —
All else rots in misery.



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Slime

Permissions to live—
Licenses, papers, all contrived.
This world’s ruled by slime,
Greedy for our very life’s drive.

They ban all that they can,
Then sell a paper—“control,” they plan.
A feeble grip that fails to heal,
Real harm ignored—the CowID ordeal.

The herd’s fed poison, vile and slick,
Shame dies in officials—only bribes stick.
Beasts now rule, the lords of scorn,
The world sickened by their brazen scorn.

Permissions to live—
Means life itself’s a lie.
For everywhere lies and slime
Are sources where all horrors lie.




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Slime rules life with poison lies—
Paper chains, control’s disguise.
Bribed beasts breed decay and dread—
Truth is dead, the herd is led.



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Constant Madness of the Mind

The Rubik’s Cube of heads
Spins wildly on all sides,
So fools won’t find their peace —
No rest to seek or hide.

Tugging, pulling everywhere—
The mind’s roof blows away.
They need a traitor’s sneer,
A filthy fool’s display.

Trash will flood the whole “house” —
This global madhouse grim,
In artificial haze,
The goal: reduce us dim.

Through nonsense, they succeed—
Few minds remain alive,
And even fewer keep
The Flame of Souls to thrive.



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Brains twisted like a Rubik’s Cube,
Fools kept spinning—no escape, no truce.
Trash and traitors flood the global hive,
Soul’s flame dying, barely alive.



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The Curtain

A curtain’s fallen — thick and low,
The game of ostriches laid bare.
This wretched world has turned to hell,
A lair of fiends beyond repair.

Beneath the veil, the ***** show—
Heads buried deep in desert sand.
They’ve gone feral, lost all shame—
Satan rules this cursed land.

Feathers plucked, their pride destroyed,
Heads stuck deep, no truth to find.
Bowing falsehood, faith betrayed,
To light they turn their fear and bind.

Light’s unseen if viewed by ***—
A chasm wide from truth and grace.
To suffer fiends who breed such spite
Is doom for all the human race.




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Curtain falls — no light, just shame,
***** buried, heads to blame.
Satan rules the wild decay,
Fiends feast while souls give way.

Look with *** — you see no sun,
End is near if evil’s won.



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******* hide, heads in sand,
Ruled by fiends, a cursed land.
Satan’s throne, their shame’s embrace —
Humanity’s disgrace.

Look with *** — you’re blind and lost,
Evil’s toll is total cost.



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The Endless Game of Echoes

Play the game of echoes — try,
If your partner’s dumb and sly.
If that fool’s also proud and mean —
You’ll be drained before you’ve seen.

Shun the fools and all the fools,
Shun the knaves and rotten tools,
Or you’ll turn to filthy ash,
Wake from sleep — break free, don’t crash.

Fools abound — the numbers grow,
Solitude’s the shield you know,
To stay whole and not become
Trash with them — the sorting’s done.

Here they cull the foolish throng,
Fascism’s grip is harsh and strong,
Where their strength turns dark and grim —
Only madmen play that hymn.

Echoing insults, they fight,
Wounding Spirit, dimming light,
Killing Soul in evil’s clutch,
Servants of the weak and such.




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Fatigue and Death

Fury, weariness, despair —
A scourge that strikes the stagnant air.
Rot and stench spread far and wide,
Fascism’s war-cry, raw and plied.

Everywhere, fools crowd the land,
Few the wise who still can stand.
Drained of strength, no will to fight —
Why protect yourself from blight?

Honor, shame are locked away,
Treachery’s the daily play.
In this filth and putrid reek,
Brains like flies fall weak and meek.

Where conscience fades, a relic lost,
Sensitivity’s the cost,
In this hell beneath the rule,
Leaving early’s fortune’s jewel.




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Mental Overstrain

Fatigue’s no trivial thing —
You’ll lose what matters most,
Though only dullness clings,
Apathy’s quiet ghost.

It seems not so severe,
But weariness will grow,
And suddenly, it’s clear —
Your light begins to slow.

Then comes the darkened drift,
Your will begins to break,
Lies, fears, the nagging rift —
A painful, sharp heartbreak.

Yet pain, in its own way,
Thanks for the warning sign —
It wakes your mind today,
Or you’ll fade out like a shrine —

A ghost drained of all power,
Lost deep in shadow’s bower.




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"Adaptations" — Profanations

They twist and spoil it all,
Distort the core and soul.
In wretched fights where lies prevail,
Truth’s crumbs drown in the stale.

Fools and fiends of every kind
Turn meaning blind and blind.
Half-truths mix with lies to bind —
No vision left to find.




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Stupid Zoo

The cops have gone feral, wild,
Doctors sold their minds, defiled.
Books they poison, pages spun,
Feeding kids till thought is done.

The world drowns deep in lies,
Screens spew nonsense, truth just dies.
All officials bought and sold,
Fake “scientists” lost control.

But that’s no longer the main fight —
Genocide, fascism’s blight.
And in this slaughter, who will shield
The Reason’s flame, the truths revealed?

Only Fire can cleanse the stains,
Break the cursed cycle’s chains.
It’s happened once, will come again,
While Spirit’s trapped in Hell’s domain,

While drowning in the fearful fraud,
In this Stupid Zoo of God.



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Against the Grain

Everything’s set against your way—
Maybe you’re more right each day:
Obstacles that block your path
Mark the truth beneath the wrath.

Going against the grain, you’ll shed
That old fur that drags you dead.
When comfort lives in pain and strife,
That comfort’s death—end of your life.




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Mad Rashism

“Liberators” blew the dam—
In Kahovka, chaos ran.
Down below the Dnipro’s line,
Foul beasts fell—a twisted sign.

Their howl’s a dumb and senseless scream,
Propaganda’s sickest scheme.
Dostoevsky? Just soulless lies!
Fascists herd their slaves and spies!




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******* of a Phantom Chance

Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They **** to that trance...
World’s decay, a bleak advance —
People dumb, mute, in a trance.

So the chance is just a ghost,
Forward—beasts scream “Attack!” the most.
Fools march to pointless fight,
To “healing” death in blinding light.

Chasing chance inside the void,
All drowned in darkness, all destroyed.
Hamsters spinning wheels so fast —
Your chances? Dead, they’re in the past!




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Phantom Chance *******

Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They’re jerking off to nonsense, man...
World’s a cesspit, full decay —
Dumb, deaf, blind, the sheeple sway.

Chance? A ghost, a cruel lie.
“Attack!” beasts howl, and fools comply.
They march to pointless, toxic pain,
Where poison kills and hope’s in vain.

Chasing chances in their hole,
All drowned in dark, no saving soul.
Hamsters trapped on endless wheels —
Your “chance” is dead. That’s how it feels.




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Phantom Chance — a twisted lie,
They ******* while the world will die.
Beasts scream “Attack!” — the fools obey,
Your hope’s a ghost that fades away.



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Chance? A ghost they ******* —
While world decays, they seal their fate.
Beasts roar orders, sheep comply —
Your hope’s just poison, doomed to die.




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Thought Diverter

A lightning rod for interests, hobbies,
False spirits, all that ****** stuff —
A Thought Diverter traps dumb zombies
In nonsense thick and ever rough.

They’re too lazy just to think,
So we digest and "adapt" the core,
Twisting truth until it sinks —
Their idol’s need, their only law.




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Thought Diverter

A lightning rod for fake pursuits,
For phony faith and all their trash —
A Thought Diverter drags recruits,
Dumb zombies stuck in lies that thrash.

Too lazy even just to think,
We chew and twist their empty soul,
Expelling truth, corrupting ink —
Their only god: the grind and toll.




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Nonsense and Carcass

World’s lefties’ day arrives,
And pointless labor’s praise —
Drive nonsense from our lives!
The herds still graze and laze.

They feast on lies and trash,
Content with shallow noise,
Unaware their funeral crash
Is hymn of useless toil.




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Slaves’ Hatred for Their “Neighbors”

Slaves hate freedom’s smallest spark,
When close at hand — those fiends foresee
The reckoning that comes so dark,
The Soul’s last toll — if it will be.

That slave’s order is absurd —
Dull fools believe they’ll still be fed.
But creatures have a darker word:
They’ll grind them down — hate’s wasted thread.




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Slave Hate’s a Fool’s Trap

Slaves despise the taste of free,
But payback’s near — just wait and see.
They’ll crush the weak, erase the trace,
Your hate’s a lie, a lost disgrace.



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The Bottom

Rashism — that’s the bottom.
Is that what you sought?
Around is all rotten,
Trapped in this squalor caught.

How did we sink so low?
Fear’s the root, the cause.
The end’s fire will glow —
All beasts burn without pause.




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Madness of Computer Games

For a “griffon” I’ll surrender,
For a “shield” I’ll **** with pride.
Never will I lose or render,
Family left far behind.

If it takes—this madness sweeter
Than the sweetest candy’s taste.
So we’ll hit the lowest meter,
Final chapter’s bitter waste.

When the whole virtual land
Leads us to the digital camp,
Where “new normal” rules the stand—
Idiot’s the stamp and stamp.




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Batteries

Games, no-nets, and mobiles,
All those endless time-thieves —
Run on batteries, feeding
Warmth of souls that grieve.

Like watering cans, they pour
That warmth down Evil’s drain.
Real charge? Face-to-face — for sure.
Drop that dull habit’s chain!

They **** us one by one,
Silent signals gone astray.
Fools don’t know what’s done —
Turning wholly into nothing gray.




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Batteries

Games, phones, all those time-licks —
Running dry on dead-*** tricks.
Soul’s warm juice? Flushed down the drain,
Feeding Evil’s filthy reign.

Real charge comes face-to-face,
Not through screens that numb and waste.
Ditch the dumb, robotic fuss —
They **** us all, one by one, thus.

Fools don’t grasp the silent theft:
Turned to nothing — spirit left.




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Putinoids

Putinoid — a dumb fool’s breed,
Not just dumb, but pure disease.
Like Chikatilo’s cruel creed,
Or Mengele’s mad expertise.

Ruled by Kremlin’s twisted fiend,
Betrayal killed his mind and soul.
Since his youth, no thoughts convened —
Propaganda’s poisoned toll.

How long can such filth survive,
Feeding lies that sickly spread?
Hardly long — they’ll pay the price
For fascist horrors, tears, and dread.




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A Different Collective Vision

A different way of seeing —
The Path’s good goal in sight.
What now means disbelieving —
One answer: walk the fight.

That goal’s a hard ascension,
Alone, few reach its height.
No crowds, no great convention —
Just silence, almost white.

All this seems far, ungrasped —
So Death soon spreads its breath:
A world of lies collapsed —
Wipe all away — erase death.

Fascism and falsehood here —
Is that what folks had planned?
If so, the song’s all done —
Pour one last drink, my friend.




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Election Farce

Counting the useless, the fake —
A sham election, just a joke.
Through these womb-born fiends, the plague
Of fascism's vile choke.

Those beasts, with their approving nods,
Cast shadows of false legit.
For craven, sold-out worthless clods,
They grant a rotten writ.

They’re clueless — wasted all their chance,
Drank away what brains remained.
From those with heart and true stance,
Stole freedom — bound and chained.




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Election Farce — The Beast’s Game

Counting fools, a sham parade,
False elections, rotten trade.
Womb-spawned monsters fuel the flame,
Fascism’s filth — the Beast’s name.

With their nods, they give a mask,
Legitimacy’s dead task.
Filthy traitors, sold-out ****,
Feed the poison, beat the drum.

Brains all drained, they lost the fight,
Drunk on lies, lost all their light.
From the pure and true they steal
Every chance to break the seal.



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Election Farce — The Beast’s ****

Counting dead, dumb zombies crawl,
Fake elections, circus brawl.
Womb-born filth spreads fascist stain,
Fascism’s **** — the Beast’s domain.

With their nods, they fake the law,
Give the slime a cloak to draw.
Trash and traitors, puking lies,
Feed the poison, burn the skies.

Brains all wasted, sold, and spent,
Drunk on hate, all judgment bent.
From the pure, they steal the light,
Snuffing hope, chaining tight.




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Election Farce

Counting corpses, dumb and blind,
Fake votes breed the fascist kind.
Filth gives lies a mask to wear —
Brains sold out, no hope, despair.




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Rashists

At checkpoints let the car pass through—
Kids inside, then shoot them too.
Such vile beasts claim to “free” the land,
Ukraine’s fate crushed by their hand.

Spawned from Rashism’s darkest grime,
Fascists echo ******’s time.
But this monster, soulless, grim,
Is worse than all the fiends of him.




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Traitors and the Media

Pseudo-presidents impotent,
They rule this stale, foul cesspool.
Just the filth of lies ferment—
Propaganda makes the fool.

Through the media, they brazenly reign,
Vile monsters, **** and grime.
Dumb masses drowned in their domain,
Sneaky traitors in their crime.

With “orders from above” they steer,
Propaganda's brutal whip.
They won't leave fools in peace, I fear—
The beast commands: “Attack, don’t slip!”




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Traitors and the Media

Impotent pseudo-leaders rule this stinking pit—
Nothing but ****, propaganda’*****.
Brazen fiends pull strings behind the screen,
Swarming fools drown in their obscene machine.

Traitors sneak, they crawl and scheme,
Slaves to lies, obeying the regime.
“From above” the orders drop like knives,
Propaganda’s lash kills freeborn lives.

No rest for fools, no mercy shown—
The beast commands: “Strike hard, strike bone!”
Rot and venom in every breath,
Traitors and media dance with death.




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All Is Lost!!!

Mayors dull —
“Peers” push the pull,
Serving Evil’s twisted goal.
Pseudo-presidents, goat-like fools,
Lead the sheep to fight the fight.

******* fascism wins the day
With howls of hate that never sway—
Propaganda, wild and vile,
Would make Goebbels cringe a while.

Those attacks so sharp and fierce,
Loaded lies like bombs that pierce—
Hiroshima’s just a sneeze.
All is lost! All’s disease!

Three-quarters mad — this world’s a joke,
In psychosis deep we choke.




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The Only Mask

The world’s a masquerade,
One mask worn tight—
Its name is Fear,
Worth not a mite.
If it should cling,
A grafted shell,
Then you’re a ****,
Your life—pure hell.
Sometimes Starr Nov 2024
My eyes are just mousetraps
Covered in sweat
Mouth full of cottonballs and teeth are cracked

A beautiful dame
A tres jolie femme

Stuck in the world,
My identity lysed
We go on living with organs in the sky

My guts stretched all around me like Saturn's rings

My jeans and shirt are stuffed full of straw
When I breathe, which way does it go?
Terrible Cold

"Insanity is nothing compared to a common cold."
— MASH*, 1975


Madness universal
Is nothing, cold, near you:
The world’s a moon-mad circle,
A sieve where lies drip through.

The herd with hollow faces,
Their minds are clogged with rot,
Fall into dark embraces
Of fascist pigs they got.

This faith turns all believers
To dung that speaks as Law,
And Evil reigns — deceivers,
A sewer, rule, and maw.

It will not leave the frantic,
Nor give the sane relief;
A few still think, but panic
Extinguishes belief.

The clever few, the thinkers,
Will vanish soon as birds,
As acid cloudland lingers,
Dissolving hope in words.

Acidic plague is spreading,
The lie becomes the chain,
And all are meekly treading
Through tyranny’s domain.

No “virus” yet detected —
A banana clears the test!
But brains are mass-ejected,
By tyrants’ will possessed.

With needles they are killing
The herd they seek to bind,
And Night, its triumph thrilling,
Would darken humankind.

But tyrants dream in error —
For Nature has her scars,
And Bedlam turns to terror,
Then nothing, under stars.

The Sun will burn infection,
All madness soon will cease,
And Reason’s resurrection
Will bring a world release.

Look east! The dawn is glowing,
Its fire the herd shall fry.
The plague that kept them going
Is doomed at last to die.

The beasts themselves — infection!
The inhuman — the plague!
Their kingdom of defection
Collapses in the ****.

They turned the blooming garden
Into a reeking pit;
They slaughtered Mind for pardon,
And made a sewer of it.

So now the flames are waiting
To burn the pesthouse black:
Decay has reached its grating,
Its final, stinking crack.



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1. Acid Clouds
The acid sky will choke the lies,
And Reason flames as Darkness dies.

2. Bedlam
Mad tyrants rot, their rule is brief —
The Dawn returns with blazing grief.

3. Herd of Night
The herd obeys, the tyrant feeds —
But Fire will cut their rotten seeds.



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Zoo-Yard

Intellect: zero.
Emotions: a flood.
The world is stuck in filth —
A madhouse of mud.

Complaints are useless,
They don’t stir this hell:
The zoo-yard devours,
It fattens too well.

It thrives on “treatment” —
Inhuman, insane.
With false-doctor armies
Ensuring the chain.

Their needles bring poison,
The cure they bestow;
And fascist tormentors
Keep grinding us low.

For all must be trampled,
That “order” may reign;
A herd of bred idiots
Secures their domain.

Production of zombies —
A never-ending stream,
The triumph of Evil,
The nightmare, the dream.

The clever are silenced,
Confined to their pens;
Mass-lying’s a weapon
That shatters their sense.

For the wise, it is nausea,
For the crowd — a parade,
A carnival circus,
A swamp of charade.

A mixture of shame,
Of forgetting, of lies —
The herds are all grazing,
Their souls the great prize.

Those souls are for sale,
The market is grim;
The world of cold carcasses
Drags all to its hymn.

That hymn is of labor,
Constructing new hell,
Where inhuman monsters
Enforce genocide well.

But flames will consume it —
This zoo-yard will fall,
The age of mass slaughter
Will crumble with all.

Already the dawn
Brings the penultimate days;
The Sun writes the order —
Burn stumps in its blaze.

Yet the “stumps” still pretend,
They sell off their soul,
For a box full of lies
They betray their whole.

A coffin of falsehood
Is the coin of their trade;
And war nears its ending —
Choose now, be not afraid.

For only in battle
Can soul be set free;
Else rot as a stump
And be lost endlessly.



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*******

No courage ever needed,
If you’re an ******* born.
Beneath a fascist’s breeding,
You drown in filth and scorn.

Your soul is lost and wasted,
You rot in hell’s embrace;
No feeling left, just tasted
The sewer’s dead disgrace.

You’re garbage pulling others,
A coward to the core;
The worst of human brothers —
Much fouler than the floor.

For cowards walk with idiots,
With treachery, with fear;
Their weakness breeds the hideous
That kills what once was clear.

The ******* is a traitor,
The dullard — prison bars;
Each coward is creator
Of Hell beneath the stars.

From childhood you were shackled,
Your fear became your law,
Two-faced and weak, you cackled,
Your soul forever raw.

You “love” the filthy order,
The tyrant’s crooked might;
A trick to drive out Reason
And turn all day to night.

Adapt, submit, surrender,
Rot honor in the slime;
That’s how the herd pretenders
Exist through all of time.

A “life” in fascist stinking —
A paradox of wax:
A coward’s form is shrinking,
A mask the tyrant cracks.

They mold you into monsters
Of filth and empty lies;
They blind your mind with darkness,
The prison multiplies.

But foul-born beasts won’t linger —
The Sun will burn them through,
It lifts the Spirit’s finger
And saves the souls anew.

The Day will boil the sewer,
Prepare yourself for fight;
Its vapor cleanses truer —
A blaze of Spirit’s might.

“Judgment Day” — a fable
From servile, rotting schools.
The masks are gone, disabled,
We face the devil’s tools.

This is the war of Spirit
’Gainst Satan’s slavish throng;
If you are blind and witless,
Then all for you is wrong.



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Battle Sparks

1. Pendulum
Through darkest night, despair must break —
The Dawn is born in pain’s awake.

2. World Madhouse
The madhouse burns, the frauds will fall,
The Sun will level lies with all.

3. Need for Higher Mind
One mind united, sharp and vast,
Will break the chains that bind the past.

4. Kasha (Slime of Lies)
The slime of lies corrodes the head,
But Truth will rise where rot has spread.

5. Ego, the Virus
The virus speaks, the soul’s betrayed,
But Spirit cuts the code they’ve made.

6. Illusion of Control
No master’s hand, no will, no choice —
The lie consumes the human voice.

7. Terrible Cold
The herd is plague, the tyrant — rot,
The Sun will burn them on the spot.

8. Terrible Cold
Their plague dissolves in Cosmic Flame,
The Mind returns — the end of shame.

9. Zoo-Yard
The herd is bred, the soul is sold,
Their zoo of lies will soon turn cold.
The Sun ignites — the stumps will fry,
Fight Evil now, or rot and die.

10. *******
The coward’s rot, the tyrant’s pet,
Their prison’s rule is burning yet.
The Sun will boil their stinking lie —
Fight now, or rot, a stump, and die.

11. Force Majeure & Farce
The farce is old, the fools still feed,
The Dark grows stronger on their greed.

12. Art
The stubborn hand can raise the dross,
To heights where fools call it a gloss.

13. Don’t Believe!
Do not believe — but check and see,
The lies will rot, but Truth stays free.

14. Sanctified Approval
The frauds are blessed, the liars praised,
But fire will burn their falsehoods razed.

15. Life’s “Path”
Childhood fear and zombie thrall
Will fall when Spirit breaks the wall.

16. Terrible Cold
The plague will burn, the herd will fall,
The tyrant’s night consumes them all.
But Reason rises, fierce and bright —
The Sun will end this plague of night.

17. Zoo-Yard
Acid sky, the herd decays,
The Sun will purge their wicked ways.
The Spirit rises, souls to save,
Prepare to battle, hearts be brave.

18. *******
Coward rot and tyrant lies,
The Sun will burn their vile disguise.
Fight now, or waste as stump and shell,
The Spirit strikes, the beasts will fell.

19. Pendulum
Despair swings low, then breaks the chain,
The Dawn will rise through darkest pain.

20. Ego, the Virus
The virus rules, but Spirit fights,
It cuts through code and dark delights.

21. Illusion of Control
No hands can steer, no minds can sway,
The lie consumes — the Truth finds way.

22. Kasha
Rot spreads, the slime infects the brain,
Yet Truth will rise through filth and pain.

23. World Madhouse
The madhouse reigns, but light will pierce,
Its chaos ends, the sane shall fierce.

24. Terrible Cold
Evil’s plague dissolves in fire,
The Mind returns, the world’s entire.

25. Art
Dross or gold — the stubborn hand
Will raise it high to rule the land.

26. Don’t Believe!
Check all, believe in none,
The lies will rot, the Truth will run.

27. Sanctified Approval
Frauds are crowned, yet fire’s near,
Their falsehood falls, the end is clear.

28. Life’s “Path”
Childhood chains will break and fall,
The Spirit wakes to guide us all.

29. Pendulum
Swinging low, despair undone,
The Dawn arrives, the fight is won.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your youth.
That’s why you hide in burrows,
Cunning fool, avoiding truth.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can slay this creeping dread,
And lies that cut the ear
Must also be laid dead.

Fear is built on falsehood,
The world is thick with lies.
Cast off its iron shackles,
Or vanish where it lies.

Here fear kills like ******,
A long-enduring scourge;
It’s worse than any gallows,
For all are under its dirge.

Inflaming fear’s the engine
Of Hell’s oppressive sway,
A single cruel motion
And all are lost in fray.

Fear is foul to thought,
It cannot coexist;
No longer men, but numbers,
The world dissolves to mist.

For everything around you
Is horror under law,
Stock courage, strike the dungeon,
And blast the tyrant raw.

Seek comrades for the battle,
Those who will stand and fight —
The lonely souls succumb
To fear’s enslaving might.

The path will be demanding,
But none exists instead;
The world is steeped in filth,
Its ruler dreams of dread.

Madness fuels the fascists,
It kills with chilling fear;
Cynicism reigns unbridled,
Shame has disappeared here.

Step out of idle chambers,
Lest you be cut and slain.
Only through the struggle
Will your eternal soul remain.

Ignore all false advisers,
Or vanish in their snare;
Only in combat’s crucible
Is the soul freed from despair.



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Fear sits deep, but Spirit strikes,
The tyrant falls, the courage spikes.
Fight now, or rot beneath the lies —
The soul survives where darkness dies.



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Fear

Fear dissolves where Spirit dares,
The soul ignites, the tyrant flares.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its bitter end:
Fear and dullness break the thread.
The remnants of the wise despair,
No world remains — just acrid dead.

Total lies, fascist might
Crush all beneath their sway —
CowID’s example, cruel wars,
The fools absorb the shameful fray.

The beasts will teach them wicked things,
And idiots cry, “Attack! Advance!”
Perverse delight their horror brings —
No nation here, but dumb mob’s dance.

Genocide has spanned the ages,
Corruption sinks yet lower still.
Those once fools are now debased,
Among the wild herd, reason chills.

The sane are seen as “psychos” here,
In this pitiful zoo of the world,
Where fear, dullness, lies combine
Like triple evils harshly hurled.

The fall has reached its bitter end —
And all may perish, sun and earth;
Only the Pure Spirit must be saved,
More precious than corrupt flesh’s worth.

Spirit and Mind: the primal source,
Declared at war by soulless fiends.
Save not our corpses from their fate —
Only the Pure Spirit redeems.

Send the fools straight down to Hell,
Traitors and wretches, side by side;
If Satan’s their false god, then well,
The Inferno fits them as their guide.



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The fall is deep, the herd corrupt,
Only Spirit survives the erupt.



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Fools burn, the Pure Spirit soars,
All else decays on hellish shores.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system —
Darkness of enslaved mind;
The themes of pitiful books
Leave sense and truth behind.

Don’t claim it was perfection —
To fools it seemed so bright;
The decent man, with reason,
Hung like a branch in plight.

A single crooked word —
And they’d saw the limb away;
Slavery returns anew,
A lesson missed today.

The fools still worship feudal
Or any other chain;
They see no fascism here,
Only ignorance and pain.

Worldwide fascism reigns,
A global genocide;
The blood of sages freezes
At war, CowID’s guide.

Systems change, yet slavery
Remains throughout the lands;
The fools are blind and voiceless,
Their minds mere empty sands.

The creatures pour their *******
To choke the thinking mind;
No use for wisdom there —
Oppress the few, leave all behind.

The system’s primal task
Is to suppress the light;
A little luck remains
If we expose some night.

To gather and to fight —
Their chance is slim, but true;
For most are cursed and twisted,
And homeland is but smoke’s hue.

Herds, not nations —
Goats lead sheep to slaughter;
This ****** fascism rules,
The world’s a burning altar.



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Systems change, yet chains remain,
The herd is blind, the mind in pain.



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Fools obey, the tyrants thrive,
Only Spirit fights to survive.



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Unseen, Unyielding

Unseen, unyielding,
Dulling spreads its sway.
Few remain incorruptible —
No people, just weak clay.

CREATURES rule this world.
They need a SERVILE throng —
Spiritless, foolish, empty,
Their food and prey lifelong.

Both hunter and the morsel,
Almost perfected plan.
How many brave and clever?
Thousands? Tens of thousands? Here — the ban.

To break the bottom remains —
A Camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags flies —
Those with thought have lost their guide.

Here friendship dies. Their “healing,”
Like wars of old,
Is the best way to destroy
And pierce the bottom cold.

To the Concentration Camp
Few falls remain for us.
Hold on, comrade, just a bit,
Lest rotted madhouse combust.

The Camp — Death: “a massive choice”?!
Freedom to choose? Mere jest!
Like fish confined in ponds,
Your choice is less than the rest.

To frighten and deceive — the task,
A method to build the dread
Of the “new world.” Only luck
Will guide you through the webs they spread.

Mechanisms of dulling,
Paths to **** the soul,
Decay amplified, lies rampant,
Brutal tricks to crush the whole.

Unseen, unyielding,
Cataclysms near arrive:
To build a Camp is folly —
In dust, all fools will dive.



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Dulling spreads, the herd obeys,
Fight or rot in cunning ways.



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The tyrant’s trap dissolves in flame,
Only Spirit rises — all else, to shame.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating” —
A torment for the crowd:
Officials — hollow FIGURES,
From culture far removed and proud.

Vile and greedy creatures,
Their thoughts all about gain;
Anything else is blocked or lied,
Their presence only pain.

They’ll crush all who are honest,
Those ***** in their chairs,
Sticking out between the glasses,
Hands like nets — beware.

Kickbacks, slanders rampant,
The honest are “greeted” cold;
They’ll rid themselves of challengers,
With “care for children” sold.

The beasts steal boldly, lying
Relentless, steadfast, strong;
Politicians “up above,”
A conveyor feeding wrong.

Corruption set in motion,
Extortion tripled wide;
A vicious system thrives,
While silent crowds abide.

They only watch the figures,
Knees, whispers, pointless shows;
The artists-politicians prance,
The bureaucrats nobody knows.

“Figure skating” —
The torment drags along,
If muteness reigns completely,
The crowd remains the throng.

Those who resist are few,
The rest like tiny parts,
Endure the system silently,
Hoping scraps fill their hearts.

The leftovers and remnants,
The scraps of greedy beasts;
Question: where is Culture?
Gone to Hell — Evil’s feast!



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Officials dance, the people bow,
Culture dies, the beasts take vow.



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Greed and lies perform their show,
Only Spirit breaks the wretched flow.



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So-Called “Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who strove
For Light, so crystal clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled, broke:
Became “like all” — a wretched smear.

That “like all” as guarantee
Kills Spirit and the Mind.
Without reason, blindly free,
Advancement comes, misaligned.

Through traps that fools call “life” he moves,
Only Spirit’s thread so fine
Shows the steps that Hell approves,
Mind serves Spirit, measures line.

Among the “like all” — tread with care,
They’ll trample you in an instant.
Waste words with fools — beware!
Only worms consume your distance.

They believe in total lies,
Serving Satan, ever true.
Falsehood limitless, unwise,
Yet the herd obeys the skew.

Spirit and Mind — oppose the slime
Of Hell’s dull fools; to see
Requires courage, subtle line,
Daring, intellect, and glee.

Destroying them is the goal
Of creatures ruling Hell’s domain.
And countless triumphs take their toll:
Few remain untainted, sane.

Where is the boy who sought the Light,
So pure, unbroken, crystal bright?
To vile creatures he has sold,
And like their kind, became impure, cold.



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Spirit lost, the herd prevails,
Only the daring break their jails.



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The boy sold out, the Light decayed,
Yet Spirit fights where worms have strayed.



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The End of History

A goblin hunched — crushed
By the futile weight of strife.
Like a camel, he stores lies
Upon his back for life.

Each day blaming, raging,
Fretting over neighbors near,
Dragging treasure underground,
Without regret or fear.

All for future riches,
While the goblin in his chains
Sees only the vampire,
Scanning distant plains.

Control of vampires,
The “masses” ever fools.
And doom creeps close —
Thus ends the history rules.

Be goblin, vampire,
Or a foolish, sold-out brute —
You are useless on this Earth,
Drowning in total pursuit.

Evil flows through goblins,
Once the herd is subdued;
A goblin slays another
More often than vampires drink blood.

Control the vampire
Is simple — lies each day,
Feed them rot and putridness,
To weaken minds and sway.

Fear is vital — fascism
Permanent in sight.
Such is the world of sold-out fools,
Before the final night.

The End approaches —
Preordained for slaves in line;
Reason and honor banished,
Negative selection signs.

If you’re ****, vampire, thief,
The road is up for vice,
The honest only sink below,
The world pays the price.

A Global Cataclysm waits
For obedience to the dark,
Fascism, lawless chaos,
Burning all slime to spark.



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Goblin rules, the masses bow,
Only Spirit fights, the rest, laid low.



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Evil peaks, the herd obeys,
Spirit survives the final blaze.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the bubble of “herbivory” —
That “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid omnivorous depravity.

In this insane little world
It counts for very small.
Much cheese lies in mousetraps,
They’ll trap us all.

They make a refuge
From everything — even “nirvana” pretend.
The ordinary world a pasture,
Where only sheep ascend.

Sheep aren’t few,
Fake spirituality mows them down.
To keep the soul from vanishing,
Ask your own questions, search the ground.

Find your own answers —
Deception thrives in the lands.
Or the song is sung for you —
And you too become their brand.

Destroy ego with Awareness —
Within alone this Flame burns.
Not by torment or dogma,
Spark with us — the Spirit turns.

Find the Spark, ignite the Flame —
Suddenly Consciousness is clear:
Behold the Banner of Spirituality,
A Fire divine, a beacon near.

The divine Spark for Fire,
Spirithood ablaze with might.
Unclear to the sheep —
Only STUPIDITY and SIN in sight.



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Ego trapped, the sheep obey,
Only Flame of Spirit lights the way.



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The Spark ignites, the false world falls,
Spirit alone survives the calls.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools — the enemy.
None scarier exist.
Lies and lashes,
Together, savage mist.

Lies matter most, for hitting
One at a time is small.
Bold, stupid falsehoods strike
The world, encompassing all.

CowID revealed
The measure of deceit.
“SPID” was just a warm-up,
The Camp lay discreet.

Digital, dull —
Humans like cattle herd,
In mobs, lies sweep some away,
A new method to **** conferred.

Nonhumans wield the power,
Lies their weapon clear.
The way to not perish —
Crush falsehoods, every moment near.



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Fools strike first, lies reign,
Only Spirit fights the chain.



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Deceit spreads, the herd obeys,
Truth survives the final blaze.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Under this new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup, —
I’ll wipe the tear, lift the visor, unafraid.”
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Stirrup, saddle — childish games,
The wretched human tribe decays,
Horses of old, now skipping frames.

They gallop in place, calling progress,
Minds crushed in the race through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other jesters
Barely mirror the world’s defeat.

Horse — a skipping rope: the game’s the same.
Blood flows like water — only TNT can write!
Few humans remain, while sold-out beasts
With traitor, thief, and fool unite.

Nine-tenths — even Time reeks foul!
Media nauseates, suffocates the soul.
The skipping rope shreds — the burden gone,
Mad, relentless gallop of the whole.

Step out — save your soul.
The gallop of Time is nearly spent!
Listen always to intuition,
Then the stench won’t strike your intent.



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The herd races blind, lies in tow,
Spirit alone rides, strikes the foe.



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Time flies mad, the world decays,
Only Spirit survives the blaze.



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Not-So-Small Forces?

Better send it down the tube!
When fools surround the mindless slave,
You can’t explain; you can’t unite
With anyone — the world’s a grave.

Pointless work will devour you —
Moloch feasts on obedient fools.
You’ll rot as a spiritless idiot,
Bound by all their cruel rules.

But there’s a pipe, enormous —
Called “creativity” by some.
You won’t reach paradise there,
But the soul may find freedom’s drum.

Unlike the fools around you,
There’s something rare to grasp.
Create only what is dear,
For yourself — not the mass.

If the herd likes it, you die ugly,
Lost among the mindless throng.
To fight with poetry? Yes —
A path for those whose verse is strong.

But it counts only for you,
Only if you find it dear.
Not fighting, really —
Dying in struggle, silent, severe.

Reaching those who need it
Is blocked by total lies.
Which door to knock upon?
Lost when your mind defies.

Your strength and thought directed
Along the fools’ accustomed track
Will lead only to the Abyss,
Not back — there’s no turning back.



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Tube or Abyss, fools all around,
Only Spirit’s fire breaks the bound.



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Through lies, the path is dark and deep,
Spirit alone the vigil keeps.



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The Worldwide Kennel

Dogs bark beyond the window,
Ruling over fragile sleep.
How to be a wretched, foolish dog,
To fit in this madhouse deep?

Many biped dogs are here,
Yet pride and wildness forbid
Acknowledging the truth — instead
They serve the filth, the foul, the squid.

Believing the world is free —
Not a kennel, not a pen.
Not orphaned, not weak — just lost,
When you see the rot, you’ll see when.

Life here vanished long ago
(Only imitation remains, a whim).
Go only INWARD, seek the Light,
Answers lie within the dim.

The one answer — you are Pure Spirit:
No place among dogs and slaves
Of the Eternal Darkness. Minds
By that Darkness long enslaved.

The path is hard — do not dawdle,
Do not open your soul to the dogs.
They’ll tear you apart in hunger,
Leaving only bones for master’s logs.

The Kennel will be ruined by cataclysm,
Sweeping away global fascism,
Always present, changing flags
And signs. Not a dog — the Darkness’s schism.

How to be a wretched, foolish dog?
Impossible! Delay not your quest.
Only in the Light we’ll find life,
When we depart from the Kennel’s nest.

From the Plan of Canine Filth,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exist,
Counting the majority who approve
The Triumph of Evil persists.



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Dogs rule, fools obey,
Only Spirit lights the way.



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The Kennel burns, fascism dies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Smear…

“Yes, smear the world, yes, with the blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, forget the chains,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel stage.”
— Leonid Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Smearing is no longer enough —
Now it’s time to destroy.
Your blood will soak the fat,
No one cares; they’ll enjoy.

The fat ******* doesn’t mind
Your flight, your work, your art.
Serve them only a joke,
Or a laugh, a comic part.

Give them money,
A pound of health for all.
Give the ladies earrings —
No other theme survives the hall.

The world’s long gone insane,
Conquered by the FILTHY one.
It’s not just sarcasm —
Spirit here is undone.

Where Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly here,
Forever in this slaughter.”

So shouts the fascist lie,
Though not openly, direct.
The smart are already culled,
Poison seeps everywhere, infect.

Lies are venom,
Poison in food and drink.
The swarm of inhuman beasts
Pushes the world to the brink.

A global death camp
Is no longer far away.
On the fascist flag
A new nightmare holds sway.

The flag is already white,
Red cross upon its face.
In the past — executions,
Now injections take their place.

Smearing is no longer enough —
Call the sun to strike,
To burn the vermin alive,
And rid the world alike.

Though we may all perish,
Yet Spirit will survive.
Thus we reach Paradise —
For those neither blind nor deaf.



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Smear no more — destroy!
Sun strikes, Spirit survives.



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Blood and sun ignite the skies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Futile Labor

Forward, toward the end of work —
There are other things to do.
One care alone matters —
Bite the bit, see it through.

And new projects rise,
Completely futile, all,
Without money, without respect…
Yet only they hold the call.

What you deem precious
For yourself, for your mind,
Turns your gaze inward,
Buddhism’s truth to find.

Within, the answers wait.
Outside, lies overflow.
Within! The dwelling of Light!
To Light alone, serve, and grow.

When all projects are finished,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
From Death, only respect counts
If malice is not in mind.

Death weighs your achievements,
And the heat you’ve lived by,
Not the opinions of the crowd —
Those vanish, fade, and die.

Futile labor holds esteem
If its intensity is high.
The idiot cannot know it —
Only lies pile up and lie.

If you do not lie — only for a few
Will “sorrowful labor” aid,
In those who hold the Light,
Among Judas lies unafraid.



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Futile work, only the brave
Will save the Spirit from the grave.



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Labor in vain burns the weak,
Only the Pure Spirit speaks.



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The Toil

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the war.
And count the pens and fences
As a cradle — locked, no more!

Serfdom reigns everywhere,
Though it shifts its form each day.
Selling ******* spew their lies,
Turning life to naught, decay.

“Education” dulls the mind,
School — a circus, hollow, base.
Spirit and thought dissolve,
Propaganda poisons the place.

Only junkies of lies
Here believe the venom’s call.
They name this ****** fascism
“Special ops” — a cunning thrall.

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the fight:
Satan is the highest god,
Hell is close, just out of sight.

Beasts herd the sheep along,
Rows grow neat, aligned, and long.
No oil here — lies will fry them all
In Hell’s pens, where the toilers fall.

Here, the toil is Hell’s pens,
Awaiting all the sheep for years.
Not a lack of vicious fiends —
As always, plenty prowls and sneers.



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Herded, bound, the sheep march on,
Hell awaits when light is gone.



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Herded tight, the sheep march blind,
Hell awaits — leave fear behind.



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Variability

City neurotics —
You are the last stronghold
Of variations, though hysteria
Runs rampant. The dull fool

Feeds only on lies, self-satisfied —
This rabble cannot be saved.
Your path is harsh, full of pain —
Yet to variations you must go,

Or the world controlled by Evil
Will perish in its grip.
God’s spark won’t vanish —
Only on the path where Light is king.

A choice on the Path — a task
For all of us to tackle now.
Any variant is a blessing:
Not accessible to the herd.

Apart from beasts — no other way
To walk this road.
Otherwise, you’ll reach the madhouse,
Universal, sprawling, for all.

The global madhouse is built
By fools of every kind.
Total lies multiply —
Bones cannot then be gathered.

Variations are life itself —
Remember this and march ahead!
On the path, stupid slugs crawl.
With them — you’re madness’ thread.



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Be the spark, break the herd,
Else madness swallows the world.



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Get Wise — or Die!

Is getting wise even possible?
Hardly — it’s the path
Of the few: anxiety
And a fog of lies.

CREATURES press down —
The submissive herd feeds.
They **** reason
Through generations. Stuck,

If you trust the CREATURE,
Fear blinds your eyes.
You seem to have a target
In the shooting range.

Think the body matters most? —
You’re done for!
Dream and fantasize? —
Just a tiny cog.

Cast off the lies,
And awaken your instinct —
Even a stream of reason
Must survive in Hell.

Getting wise is brutally hard,
Preserving reason — tougher still.
They lie without shame,
Killing with purpose.

We must get wise —
Or face disgrace and death.
So live with effort,
Sorting Hell’s whirl

Into neat shelves,
To grasp its full essence.
But don’t stare too long —
Terror is coming!



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Awake, see truth, resist —
Or Hell devours, and reason dies.



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The Filth of Trifles

An ostrich’s mess
Amid a heap of lies —
A den of fools
In a world of ties.

Countless petty things.
Keep your mind, your honor,
Your conscience safe,
For enemies encircle.

The main foe — the fool.
The world works this way —
A fool will ruin you,
Tugging, tearing away.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles in the reins.
If many of them,
Endure the filth — you’ll crack.

Don’t endure, move forth,
Alone, head held high.
Expect no one —
An idiot walks beside.

Few are the others —
Sensitive, wise.
A vile fool
Will crush you with trifles.



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Fools tug, grind, destroy —
Guard your mind, march alone!



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Zoo of Fools

Intellect at zero,
Emotions raging wild.
In this mire, the world’s a hero
Of madness, undefiled.

All here is futile,
To shake this Hell won’t aid.
Crying won’t revile it—
The zoo of flesh is laid.

And yet it’s robust—
It cures the inhuman crew.
A horde of false doctors
Ensures the suffering’s due.

Poison with injections—
The finest way to heal.
And fascist filth next
Will grind them under heel.

For grinding is required
To keep “order” tight.
Ensuring success
For fools bred to the fight.

Production flows
In ceaseless streams of vice.
This is Evil’s triumph,
A lesson to the wise.

To know your place,
And not rebel, my friend.
They churn the Lies on mass
To break the clever mind.

The wise feel nausea here,
Though the farce seems fun.
This savage mixture
Of fake worlds, all one.

Shame, deceit, oblivion—
Pastures for the herd.
And riches here are souls
That in trade are stirred.

They sell them—and the world of flesh
Leads all to labor’s grip.
This labor builds Hell
Till time itself will slip.

A vile master rules,
Genocide enshrined.
But soon the zoo will burn,
The tyrant’s rule confined.

The sun shines: the order’s set—
To burn the rotting stumps.
Yet these stumps “live on,”
Selling souls for lumps.

The box of lies is priced
For an immortal spark.
War nears its final act—
Strike now, before the dark.

Only in battle with Evil
Can you save your soul.
Otherwise you’ll rot
As just another pole.



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Burn the zoo, smash the lies!
Only courage saves the wise.



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*******

Courage is wasted
If you are an ***.
Under fascist filth
You’ll drown, alas.

Souls left untouched,
Yet in Hell you’ll sink.
Feelings ignored,
The abyss deeper than you think.

Here you’re only trash,
Pulled to the bottom, all.
Cowards and fools
Answer Evil’s call.

Fear and betrayal
Walk hand in hand.
Soon they’ll destroy
Every innocent strand.

Thus the coward—
The worst of foes.
So too the idiots—
Chains the world imposes.

You’re a coward by fear,
Trapped since your youth.
In this Hell the law
Is a scaffold of truth.

Hypocrisy runs
Through your bloodline thick.
Living decay,
A life of tricks.

Love of “order,”
Blind to the law.
This vile trick
Throws reason out the door.

Adaptation becomes
Your only plan.
Honor decays
To survive in this land.

Life in fascist stink—
A paradox grim.
If you fear and follow,
You’re just part of the whim.

From you they mold
Monsters of filth.
Reason blinded,
All becomes their guilt.

But foul monsters
Will not long survive.
The Sun will purge,
And only the Spirit thrive.

The mire will evaporate,
Saving the souls within.
Prepare for battle—
The Day of Judgement begins.

All masks are dropped,
Evil’s servants fall.
If blind and dull,
You’ll hear no call.



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Cowards breed the worst!
Stand fierce—or you’re cursed.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the mind,
Since childhood it was sown.
So you hide, cunning, confined,
By terror overgrown.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can strike fear down.
Lies that wound the ear
Can also drown.

Fear is built on lies,
Everywhere deceit.
Break its chains
Or face defeat.

Here fear is ******,
A genocide long.
Fear surpasses the axe,
As it infects the throng.

Spreading terror
Is Hell’s main plan.
With one swift blow,
Madness grips the land.

Fear repels thought,
With reason it collides.
Not humans—numbers,
Not a world—but smokes and tides.

When all is surrounded
By the fascist’s dread,
Gather courage
And blow this Hell to shred.

Seek comrades
To fight alongside you.
The lone warrior
Faces fate true.

Those discontented,
Who’ve overcome their fear,
Will find Freedom’s spark
Amidst the scaffold here.

The path is arduous,
No other exists.
The world is vile,
Madness persists.

Delirium spread
By global fascism.
Fear kills and terror reigns,
Cynicism with no prism.

Step out from hiding—
Save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be consumed whole.



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Strike fear down!
Save your soul or drown.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear and dullness rule the day.
Remnants of wisdom perish
In a world that rots away.

Total lies, fascist powers
Crush all beneath their sway.
CowID is the proof—
Wars where fools obey.

The filth feeds them any nastiness,
And idiots shout, “Attack!”
What brings them joy is evil,
A rabble mindlessly packed.

Genocide through ages flows,
The world grows ever worse.
Those once foolish now are idiots,
The smart—a tragic curse.

In this beastly zoo of life,
Reason is “mad,” they cry.
Fear, dullness, lies—
The triple evil multiplies.

The pure Spirit must be saved,
Above the slavish grime.
Better than enduring the grotesque,
That sinks below the prime.

The Spirit is Reason,
Firstborn in its core.
Declared war by soulless ****,
Victory of filth near shore.

Do not save our corpses—
Only the Spirit pure.
Send fools to Hell—
The road for them is sure.

If Satan seems a god to them,
Hell’s the place for such trash.
Only the pure Spirit rises,
While fools face the crash.



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Save the Spirit—burn the corpses!
Fools perish, Evil loses.



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Slave Systems

Soviet chains,
Darkness and rule.
Books of wretches,
Lessons cruel.

Do not lie about greatness,
Fools only see delight.
Decent minds were hanged,
Suspended out of sight.

Other feudal schemes,
Fools take as manna here.
Blind to fascism rising,
The system feeds their fear.

Global slavery persists,
Fools silent, blind, and dumb.
Evil pours false streams
To halt the clever from outcome.

Oppression’s first task:
Crush the minds that shine.
Expose a bit of darkness—
A spark against the design.

Unite and fight—
Few chances exist.
Most are monsters,
The homeland—a mist.

Enclosures, not countries,
Goats led to slaughter,
The world in fascist clutch,
The final law of order.




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Break the chains, fight the fools!
Slavery rules—but not for all.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, unyielding,
Dulling of the mind.
Few incorruptible remain—
The rabble, weak, confined.

Monsters rule this world,
Needing servile men.
Spiritless, stupid, meek—
Food and prey for them.

Thousands of brave,
Do they even remain?
Or tens of thousands?
Here is the pit, the bane.

The world builds camps,
Red Cross flags wave.
Those with heads awake
Face no cure, only grave.

Freedom’s a farce,
Choice a mockery there.
To frighten and deceive
Is Evil’s careful snare.

The mechanism of dulling,
Paths to **** the soul,
Decay and lies reinforced,
Brutal power’s goal.

Unseen, relentless,
Cataclysms draw near.
Building the camp is foolish—
All will burn in fear.



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Cunning fades, fear spreads—
Resist or burn among the dead.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating”—
Torture for the crowd.
Officials—mere figures,
Greedy, corrupt, and proud.

All their thoughts on profit,
Other values lie.
Honest ones are crushed
By suits that pierce the sky.

Kickbacks, slander,
Honest are dismissed.
“Caring for children”
Masks thefts that persist.

Political machine,
Corruption stacked high.
The spectators silent,
Watching the lie pass by.

The stage is a farce,
The system designed to cheat.
Only a few resist,
Most swallowed by deceit.

Where is Culture?
Trampled under greed.
Hell of art and power,
All else reduced to need.



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Expose the fraud!
Culture dies under the suits.



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“Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who sought
The Light, crystal-clear and pure?
In this vile Hell he stumbled,
“Like everyone else”—he’s obscure.

“Like everyone else” kills the Spirit,
Destroys the mind at birth.
The mind becomes mere torture
In the randomness of Earth.

Through snares called life,
Fools stumble blind.
Only the Spirit’s fine thread
Shows steps for the kind.

Going among “like everyone else”
Is dangerous—trampled fast.
Talk to fools in vain,
And worms will gnaw at last.

Blind to total lies,
Fools serve the Devil’s scheme.
The herd submits
To falsehoods extreme.

Spirit and Mind—
Oppose Hell’s corruption.
Only those who keep daring
Can resist the abduction.

The boy who sought the Light,
Pure as dawn—
Sold to vile monsters,
Now unclean, withdrawn.



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Keep your Spirit pure!
“Like everyone else” is death.



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End of History

Hunched goblin, crushed
By futile striving’s weight.
Burdened with lies,
Every day he seals his fate.

Blaming neighbors,
In fear he cowers still.
In dungeon hoarding gold,
Feeding greed’s dark will.

Management of vampires,
Masses fools by design.
The end sneaks close—
History’s final line.

If goblin or vampire,
Or a corrupt brute,
You’re useless on this Earth,
Drowning in Evil’s root.

Through goblins Evil spreads,
One kills the other first.
Management’s simple—
Lie more, and quench your thirst.

Fear paramount,
Fascism permanent.
This world of fools
Reaches its full extent.

Near the finish,
End approaches fast.
In chains of slavery,
Reason and honor cast.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, thief, or ghoul,
“Up” is their road,
While only the lowest mind the rule.

A World Cataclysm waits
For submission to Dark,
When only honest suffer—
They’ll burn this slime apart.



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Lies reign, goblins rule—
Fight Spirit or perish.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrates
In the bubble of “herbivory”—
This “spiritual” LEGO
On the backdrop of omnivory.

In this tiny mad world
It holds very little weight.
Many traps of cheese lie there,
A snare for any soul to bait.

The world offers refuge from all,
Even from so-called “nirvana.”
The usual world a grazing field,
Where sheep wander, soft and pander.

Not few are the sheep,
False spirituality cuts them down.
To save your soul,
Ask your own questions, and own the crown.

Ego crushed by Awareness—
Inside burns the Flame.
Not through dogma or torment,
The spark ignites the claim.

Find this spark and light the fire—
Consciousness purified at once:
Here is the banner of Spirituality,
The true path of the Sun’s response.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirituality aflame.
Unknown to the sheep,
Only STUPIDITY remains to blame.



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Find the spark, light the Flame!
Ego crushed—Spirit remains.



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The Most Terrible Enemy

Fools are the enemies.
No one more severe.
Lies and whips together—
A wild, twisted fear.

Lies are worse than beating,
For one by one, it’s weak.
To brazenly, blindly lie
To the world and all you seek.

CowID showed the measure
Of lies poured into life.
SPID was only practice,
The camp not far from strife.

Digital, dull—they’ll be like cattle,
Humans herded, truth erased.
Sending them off,
Evil ways embraced.

Inhumans hold the power,
Lies their sharpened weapon.
To survive, you must destroy lies
Every second, without exemption.



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Lies are weapons—
Destroy them or perish.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold my stirrup—
I’ll tear the visor from my face.”


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish play.
The human wretched tribe perishes,
Horses now are jump ropes of the day.

They jump in place, calling it progress,
Minds slaughtered through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other clowns
Reflect the world’s poor sheet.

Horse is a jump rope: different layout.
Blood like water—written only in TNT!
Few humans remain, while vile betrayers,
Thieves, and fools consume the rest.

Nine-tenths of time stinks!
Media nauseates to tears.
Shredded jump rope—burden gone
Of mad, relentless races through years.

Step out, save your soul.
Time’s gallop is almost through.
Listen only to intuition—
The stench won’t sting you then.



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Mad gallop! Time devours—
Step aside or be lost.



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Not Small Forces?

Send it down the pipe!
When fools surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot be found.

Working for cash,
Amid Satanic schemes—
Futile labor will consume you,
Your Spirit suffocates in these dreams.

But there’s the great pipe—
Called Creativity there.
You won’t reach paradise,
But you can destroy despair.

For the soul of fools
There is little concern.
Create what is dear,
For yourself—their scorn, spurn.

Poetry to fight?
Yes, the path of fierce verse.
It counts only for you,
Death in the struggle, unrehearsed.

To reach the few,
Problems block the door.
Point your mind and force
Along the fools’ worn floor—
And reach only the abyss.



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Create for yourself!
Fools cannot grasp your flame.




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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a stupid dog
To fit into this insane scheme?

Many two-legged dogs exist,
Yet they cannot admit
Their wild pride, so
They serve the filth, counterfeit.

They claim the world is free—
It’s a kennel, not a land.
You are foreign here,
Life vanished like sand.

Only go inward,
Seek the Light, the truth.
The answer: you are the pure Spirit,
Not in the pack’s uncouth booth.

The path is not easy—
Do not reveal your soul.
They will tear you apart,
Bones only for the master’s goal.

Cataclysm will destroy the kennel,
Wiping fascism from the globe,
Changing flags and signs—
Not a dog, but an enemy of the dark.



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Be the Spirit—
Not a dog of the Kennel.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, vows,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel.”


Painting is not enough—
We must destroy.
Blood soaks the fat,
No one cares, enjoy.

Feed them jokes, anecdotes,
Give money, health to all.
For women, some earrings—
Nothing more, their call.

The world drowned in madness,
Defeated by vile filth.
Spirit departs the world,
Truth drowned in guilt.

If Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever” — the law of slaughter.

Fascism drones its lies,
Smart ones few, truth pierced.
Poison in water, food—
Evil drives the world to dirt.

World concentration camp
Not far from now.
Under fascist flag,
New horror, new blow.

Paint no more—
Summon the Sun’s fire
To burn the ****,
And save the Spirit entire.



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Burn the ****!
Save the Spirit!



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Futile Labor

Forward, to the end of work—
There are other tasks to tend.
One concern matters most—
Bite the bit and apprehend.

New projects come,
Completely futile, indeed.
No money, no respect…
Yet these alone are the creed.

What’s precious is what you value
As highest for yourself.
Thus your gaze turns inward,
Buddhism as your wealth.

Inside you’ll find the answers.
Outside, lies abound.
Inside! The Abode of Light!!!
Serve only Light, be sound.

Completing all projects,
You die, leaving Hell behind.
From Death only respect counts
When no foulness clouds the mind.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity lived.
The crowd’s opinions? Ignore—
They vanish, so the spirit survived.

Futile labor is honored
If fervent heat burns within.
Not found in fools—
Only lies, poisonous din.

Only for the few,
Grieving labor helps.
In whom Light shines,
Not deluded among deceitful steps.



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Futile labor counts
Only for the soul that burns.



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The Toil

Toil fully, then march to war,
Call pens a cradle—locked tight!
Serfdom everywhere,
Yet its shape shifts in the night.

Vile traitors lie,
Turning the world to nothing.
“Education” dulls the mind,
Learning—propaganda stuffing.

Only addicts of falsehood
Believe this venom here.
They call the filthy fascism
A “special operation” near.

Toil fully, then march to war—
Satan reigns supreme; Hell is close.
The beasts lead the sheep,
Rows tight, lined, verbose.

No oil—lies will fry all,
In that Hell at the end of the toil.
The toil—the herds of Hell,
Sheep awaited long in spoil.

Few uncorrupted remain,
Yet the swarms of traitors are many.



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Toil, march, survive—
Hell awaits the flock.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You alone are the bastion
Of variation, though hysteria
Rules among the dull and crass.

They eat only lies, content with themselves.
This mob cannot be saved.
Your path is hard, pain abundant,
Yet to variations, you must be braved.

Otherwise, the world
Will be lost to Evil’s reign.
The divine spark won’t vanish
Along the path where Light is the chain.

A variant in the Path—
A task to be solved by all.
Any variant is fortune:
Not accessible to the thrall.

Separate from the cattle—
Impossible to move.
Else only to global madness,
Where everyone falls in the groove.

The worldwide madhouse is built
By idiots of every kind.
Total lies multiply—
Bones cannot be gathered in time.

Variations are life itself—
Remember, and press forward!
On the path, the slimy fools,
With them—you’re the mad lord.



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Variations are life—
Follow the path, survive.



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Grow Wiser—or Die!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—the path for the few.
Anxiety and lies abound,
The fog of deceit in view.

Beasts press in—
The submissive masses consume.
Reason killed in generations,
Falling for their doom.

Trust the beast,
Fear blinds your eyes.
Chasing goals,
Small cogs in machine-like ties.

Respect bodies as the highest?
You are lost, vanished.
Dreams and visions?
Like a tiny *****, banished.

Reject lies, awaken intuition,
Keep even a trickle of reason.
Growing wise is extremely hard,
They lie to **** every season.

Grow wiser we must—
Or shame and death await.
Live under strain,
Catalog Hell’s cruel state.



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Grow wise or die—
Keep reason’s spark alive.



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The Vileness of Small Things

Straw marriage
Amid heaps of lies—
A den of fools
In a world with chains.

Countless petty things.
Among them, honor, mind, and soul,
Keep them safe,
For enemies surround the whole.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built this way—
A fool destroys you,
Pulls at you, every day.

Pulling you everywhere,
With petty reins,
If many surround you,
Tolerate their filth—lose your mind.

Do not tolerate—go forward alone.
Wait for none—idiot beside you.
Few are others—
Sensitive, wise.
The vile idiot kills
With petty little lies.



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Fools destroy with small things—
Step aside, protect your mind.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your earliest days.
That’s why you hide in your burrow,
Clever, sly, in cunning ways.

Only by Spirit’s striving
Can fear be destroyed,
And lies that wound the ear
Also be fully voided.

Fear is founded on falsehood.
Lies are everywhere.
Cast off its chains,
Or you will perish there.

Killing with fear—
A centuries-old genocide.
Fear’s better than the scaffold
Once it sits in everyone inside.

Fear-mongering is
The essence of Hell.
With a single stroke,
All are driven to delirium’s spell.

Fear clashes with thought,
It cannot coexist.
No longer human—just numbers,
No world—just smoke amidst.

Where horror surrounds all
By fascist’s crushing hand,
Arm yourself with courage,
And explode this Hell’s command.

Seek comrades
To fight by your side—
Lonely warriors
Do not submit to slave-like pride.

Those dissatisfied,
Who have cast off fear,
Only so can you gain
Freedom amid the scaffold near.

The path will be hard,
No other way exists—
A world thoroughly vile
Ruled by madness, false and ******.

Madness fanned by
Global fascism’s hand,
Humans destroyed
By fear and cynicism’s brand.

Cynicism unchecked,
Shame fully lost.
Step out of your chambers—
Or be the next cost.

Only in battle
Will you save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be swallowed whole.



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Fear rules? Fight!
Only courage saves the soul.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear, dullness—completely gone.
The remnants of the wise perish
In grief—the world, a bitter ****.

Total lies, fascist power
Crushed all—CowID’s a sign.
Petty wars, fools perceive all,
Endless shame by design.

Beasts instill any filth,
And idiots cry “Charge! Advance!”
Their ******* brings them joy:
No people—just idiotic stench.

Genocide has raged for ages—
Everything grows crueler still.
Those once fools,
Now mere idiots, live by will.

Even a wise man among the herd
Is deemed insane.
In the world’s wretched zoo,
Fear, stupidity, lies—the triad of pain.

The fall is complete—
They will destroy all
Earth and Sun, unless
The Pure Spirit stands tall.

More urgent than enduring
The ugliness beneath the floor:
Spirit = Reason, primal in Spirit.
Declared war upon its core.

By soulless ****
Victory of beasts is near.
Save not our corpses—
Only the Pure Spirit,
And send the fool to Hell.
Yes, the road is straight there,
For traitor too shall dwell.
If Satan is god to them,
Hell fits these corpses well.



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Save the Spirit—
Corpses are expendable.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system—
A darkness of slavery: just see
The meager topics of books…
So do not lie,
That it was excellent—
Excellence for the fool.
A decent man,
With reason, hangs like a twig,
A slight misstep, and the branch
Will snap. Slavery returns,
Another lesson not yet learned.

Fools call new “feudalism” manna,
Blind to the fascism inside.
Global fascism reigns today,
A worldwide genocide.
Blood freezes in the wise,
Example: wars, CowID.

Systems change,
But slavery is eternal.
Fools are blind, silent—
Only nonsense in their minds.

The beasts pour that nonsense,
To halt all thought.
Little use in the wise:
The primary task of the system
Is to oppress the intelligent,
So any exposure of Darkness
Becomes a rare victory.

To unite and resist—
Few chances exist,
Most are vile,
The homeland just smoke.

Enclosures, not countries:
Goats lead sheep
To the slaughter.
Fascism reigns—world doomed.



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Slave systems endure—
Expose the Darkness.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, relentless,
Dulling goes on.
Few incorruptible souls—
Not a people, but wretched spawn.

BEASTS rule this world.
They need SERVANTS—
Soulless, stupid, poor,
Useful merely as servants.

They are both prey and hunter,
Almost perfected.
How many wise and brave? Thousands?
Or tens of thousands? Here—the bottom.

The bottom must be pierced—
A camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags—
Those with heads surrendered.

Here, “healing”
Like old wars,
Is the best way to exterminate
And reach the bottom through lies.

Very little remains
To fall before the camp.
Hold on, friend, a little longer,
Before the rotten asylum burns.

The camp—death: “so many choices”?
Freedom to choose?
A fish has more freedom
In its pond. Lies and fear—
The one task.

A way to build horror
For a “new world.”
Luck if you penetrate
The mechanism of dulling,
Ways of soul-killing,
Decay’s amplification,
And shameless lies.

Subtle, relentless—
CATASTROPHES are coming:
Building the camp is foolish—
They will grind you to powder.



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Relentless lies,
Hell’s camp awaits.



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“Figure Skating”

“Figure skating”—
A torture for the masses:
Officials—mere FIGURES,
Alien to true culture.

Vile and greedy creatures,
All thoughts of profit only.
Everything else is lies, obstacles—
From them, only harm comes.

They roll over the honest,
Those ***** in chairs,
Protruding between glasses,
Hands like nets.

Kickbacks, slander,
The honest—dismissed “with regards”:
They will get rid of these,
Under the guise of “care for children.”

Theft is brisk and bold,
And lies stubbornly told.
Politicians “from above,”
A conveyor belt from bottom to top.

A corrupt system,
Excessive extortion.
Yet the audience is silent:
Just staring at the figures,
The show, the trappings
Of bureaucratic actors.

“Figure skating”—
The torment continues,
While total silence
Makes the fate FATAL.

Few resist.
Most, like particles
Of the system, quietly endure,
Hoping for scraps—
Trifles and leftovers
From greedy beasts.

Question: where is culture?
To hell! — the dictatorship of Evil rules!



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Figure skating,
The world’s corrupt show—fight within!



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So-Called “Growing Up”

Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled:
Became “like everyone”—a wretched worm here.

Being “like everyone”
Kills Spirit and Mind.
Without reason, promotion
Becomes agony blind.

Through life’s traps
Fools call it living.
Only Spirit’s finest thread
Points to the steps to take.

To move safely in Hell.
Mind serves only Spirit,
Measuring the path,
But in the “fallen” crowd—shame and fear abound.

Going among “like everyone” is dangerous—
They’ll trample you if you
Waste words on folly.
Only worms consume.

They also believe total lies,
Always serving the Devil.
Lies know no measure,
But herds obey.

Spirit and Mind are different—
The filth of a foolish Hell.
Only those preserving Spirit, Mind, and Boldness
Understand. To purge them is the Beast’s goal.

Few survive without corruption
In this infernal place.
Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
He sold himself to vile creatures,
And became impure like them.



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Hold the Spirit—
Don’t become “like everyone.”



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The End of History

The goblin, hunched, crushed
By pointless toil.
Like a camel, he stores lies in his ****,
Blaming fate each day.

The goblin understands only the ghoul,
Looking far and wide.
Ruling ghouls,
The masses—forever fools.

The apocalypse sneaks to them—
It’s History’s End.
Whether goblin, ghoul,
Or foolish, greedy lackey,
You are useless on Earth,
Sinking in total Evil.

Evil spreads through goblins,
Once the herd submits:
Goblin kills goblin
More often than ghoul drinks blood.

Ghoul management
Is simple—just lies.
More lies each day,
Feed them rot,
To weaken bodies.
Fear is paramount, fascism permanent—
Such is the world of sold fools.

Near the finish,
The end is close.
The slave march predetermined—
Mind and honor expelled.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, ghoul, thief—
The “up” road is yours;
The bottom is all the mind gets.

World Cataclysm awaits
For submission to Darkness, fascism,
Lawlessness, as only “down”
Is allowed for the honest.
It will burn all slime.



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Lies rule,
Mind is endangered—resist!



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the “herbivorous” bubble—
This is “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid a world of omnivorous madness.

It is worth very little,
With traps laid for the naive.
From all of it they build shelters,
Even under so-called “nirvana.”

The ordinary world is a pen—
Sheep graze within.
There are no few sheep,
Fake spirituality cuts them down.

To save your soul,
Ask questions yourself,
Seek answers alone.
Or follow the song—
You’ll become a sheep.

Destroy ego with Awareness—
Inside is the Flame.
Cannot grasp by torment
Or dogma. The spark is with us.

Find this spark,
Light the Flame—
Consciousness instantly clear:
Here is the Banner of Spirituality.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirit as a blaze.
Incomprehensible to the sheep.
Only STUPIDITY and sin.



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Seek the spark—
Light your inner Flame.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools are the enemy.
Worse than anything else.
Lies and whips together—
A savage delirium.

Lies matter most,
For beating is singular.
Bold, stupid lying—
To the world and everything.

CowID showed
The measure of lies in the world.
“SPID” was a warm-up.
Camp far away.

Digital, dumb—
Human becomes cattle,
Herded by lies,
Sent away.

Monsters here rule.
Lies are their weapon.
The way to survive:
Destroy lies, every moment.



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Fools and lies rule—
Crush deceit, save yourself.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup—
I’ll wipe the visor, a tear, a fate.”
— M. Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish games.
The wretched human herd dies—
Horses once, now jump ropes in fashion.

They jump in place, counting as progress,
Minds crushed through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, other scoundrels
Barely reflect the poor world.

Horse becomes jump rope,
Blood flows like water—TNT only!
Few are human, while greedy beasts,
Together with traitor, thief, fool,
Nine-tenths stink even time itself!
Media—vile beyond tears.
The jump rope torn—burden lost
In mad, relentless gallop.

Escape to save your soul.
Little gallop time remains.
Listen always to intuition—
The stench cannot strike your heart.



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Ride the mad time—
Listen to your soul, survive!



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Not So Small Forces?

Send them down the tube!
When idiots surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot explain or unite.

Labor in these Satanic schemes—
A pointless endeavor,
It devours you whole:
You’ll become a submissive fool, weak in spirit.

But there is a bigger tube—
They call it creativity.
You won’t reach “paradise,”
But at least the soul won’t fall
Like the idiots’ souls do.

Create only what you love,
And FOR YOURSELF:
If beasts like it,
You’ll perish among them.

To fight with poetry?
A path for the bold verse.
But only you will appreciate it,
Only you will enjoy it.
Not a battle,
But dying in unseen struggle,
For the rare few who need
Your sharp, honest verse.

Reaching them is hard—
The avalanche of total lies blocks the way.
Which door to knock on?
You’ll fail, if your mind and strength
Follow the usual fools’ paths—
Only the Abyss awaits.



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Create for yourself—
Fight the world unseen.



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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a wretched, stupid dog
To fit in this madhouse?

Many biped dogs here,
But pride and wildness prevent them
From admitting it,
So the inhuman serve the filth.

They believe the world is free—
Not a kennel, not a pen.
You are alien to them, weak, poor,
Until you see the rot:
Life here vanished long ago,
Only imitation remains.

Go inward, seek the Light,
Answer all questions yourself.
The answer: you are the Pure Spirit,
Not a place among dogs and slaves.

The path is hard—
Don’t expose your soul to the dogs,
Or they’ll tear you,
Leaving only bones on the master’s table.

The Kennel will be destroyed
By cataclysm, sweeping away global fascism,
Changing flags and signs,
For the enemy of Darkness is not a dog.

How to become a wretched, stupid dog?
Impossible! Don’t postpone the search for Light—
Only in it will life endure
When we leave the Dog-Dung Plan,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exists,
Even if most accept Evil’s triumph.



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Seek the Light—
Never be a dog in Hell.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with vein blood,
Forget disease, dreams, vows,
And die century to century
On the blue hands of the easel.”
— L. Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Painting alone is not enough—
You must destroy.
Your blood soaks the fat,
No matter to the greedy *******.

Give only jokes or anecdotes,
Money, a pound of health to all,
Earrings to the ladies—
No more substance left.

The world is in dementia,
Defeated by the fiend.
It’s not sarcasm—
Spirit is gone from the world.

If Spirit is small,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever”—
Fascism drones on, indirect but firm.

Smart ones are few,
Poison everywhere, lies like plague,
The world pushed to ruin.
Global concentration camp is near,
On the fascist flag,
A new nightmare.

Painting alone is not enough—
Invoke the Sun’s light
To burn the stingers of inhumanity.
Even if all perish,
Spirit will be saved.
Thus Paradise is reached
By those not blind or deaf.



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Paint, burn, save Spirit—
Even if the world dies.



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Pointless Labor

Forward, toward the work’s end—
Other things exist.
One concern matters:
You’ll bite the bit
And the new projects,
Fully pointless,
Without money, respect…
Yet only they hold value!

Value what you deem
Most vital for yourself.
Your gaze turns inward,
Embracing Buddhism.

Inside are answers.
Outside, only lies.
Inside! The abode of Light!
Serve only the Light.

Finishing all projects,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
Only respect matters in death
If you were not vile.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity with which you lived.
The crowd’s opinion? Forgotten…
Pointless labor is honored,
If it burns with intensity.
None in idiots,
Only piles of toxic lies.

Not lying—helps the few,
Those with Light,
Not boasting among deceit.



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Pointless labor burns bright—
Save Light within.



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Strada

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war.
Think pens are freedom?
Cradle—locked!

Serfdom everywhere,
Changing forms only.
Foul, corrupt liars
Turn the world into nothing.

“Education”—dulling the mind,
Learning—a circus:
Mind and Spirit decay,
Propaganda poisons sharply.

Only addicts
Believe such toxic lies.
They call ****** fascism
A special operation, by their lies.

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war:
Satan rules supreme here,
Hell is close—on the path.

The beasts lead the sheep,
Ranks tighten.
No oil—lies will burn all
In Hell at the end of Strada.

The ordeal—Hellish pens—
All sheep awaited long.
Few not corrupt,
As always, full of villains.



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Grind, endure,
Hell awaits the sheep.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You are the last stronghold
Of variation, though hysteria
Abounds. The dumb wretch
Feeds on lies, self-satisfied.

Your path is hard, full of pain—
Yet you must reach variations,
Or the world ruled by Evil
Will perish.

God’s spark persists
Only along the path, where Light is idol.
A variation in the Path
Is a task to solve.
Any variant—fortune:
Not accessible to beasts.

Apart from the beasts,
Impossible to move otherwise.
Else only to the Universal madhouse,
The World’s insane reach.

The Universal madhouse
Is built by fools of all kinds.
They will multiply total lies—
Bones cannot be gathered then.

Variations are life—
Remember this and go forth!
On the path are slimy fools.
With them—you’re a lunatic.



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Variations are life—
Move through the fools.



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Get Smarter—or Death!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—a path for the few:
Anxiety and fog of lies.

The creatures instill fear—
Submissive people devoured.
Mind killed in generations,
If you trust the Beast,
Fear blinds the eyes.

Here, you may see goals
Like a target range.
See bodies as supreme?
You’re lost.
Dream and wish?
A tiny cog.

Abandon lies, restore your sense,
Keep at least a trickle of reason in Hell.
To get smarter is extremely hard,
To preserve reason—
The liars aim to destroy it.

We must get smarter—
Or Shame and death.
Live tensely,
Sort Hell in pieces
To understand it fully—
But don’t stare too long,
Terror comes.



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Grow wise—
Or perish in Hell.



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The Vileness of Trifles

Ostrich-like marriage
Amidst a heap of lies—
A burrow of fools
In a world of chains.

The small things are countless.
Marriage among them—mind, honor,
Guard your conscience,
Enemies are everywhere.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built so—
A fool will destroy you,
Tugging at you endlessly.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles, on a leash,
When many of them exist.
If you endure vileness—you’re mad.

Do not endure, go
Alone forward.
Expect no one—
Idiots around.

Few others exist—
Sensitive, wise.
A vile idiot
Will **** you with trifles.



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Fools crush all—
Protect mind and honor.



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Centered

Center on the Spirit,
And quiet your mind —
All chains, all whispers vanish
In the Soul’s bright shine.

Look with an open gaze,
Straight into the heart of things.
The world under the fascist slime,
Above it — like Koschei’s strings.

These inhuman fools "rejoice,"
Building chaos, madness, dread.
And soon the madhouse transforms
Into ***** overhead.

Destruction of the Spirit
Is the chief "mechanism" here.
To make you a dung-fly,
They implant dullness and fear:

Poisoned words, endless lies,
Working deep into the mind.
Insanity multiplies.
Children are the main design.

Dulling the young and bright,
Their fragile reason bent.
Only slavery enters,
A thick-headed dent.

And simple fools emerge
At the end of this decay.
The people grow stupider,
Like cattle led astray.

Poverty stifles striving
Toward the Source so vast.
Emptiness kills what remains,
And leaves the Spirit cast.

Reason rots away.
No longer human, only lice
March to the arena,
Or *****’s vice.

Pay the utmost price
To leave the madhouse cage.
The cost is your last soul-power,
Your Spirit’s final stage.

Reach for redemption only
If fear does not control.
Unite in striving for the Light —
And you will claim the Goal.

The answer lies within;
None will hand it from outside.
Soon all will forget
That Spirit alone holds pride.

Ignite, burn, and blaze —
Then all will become clear.
This is not a shadow of heaven,
Nor moksha’s fading veneer.



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Spirit First

Center on Spirit, hush the mind,
Chains and lies will fall behind.
In fascist chaos, ***** grows —
Only Light your pathway shows.

Children dulled, the people blind,
Reason rots, and fools will bind.
Burn within, fierce, unafraid —
The Answer’s yours, if fear’s decayed.



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Manipulation of Consciousness

Manipulating minds —
The world’s top trade.
From early childhood trapped,
Where Reason fades.

All school programs
Are aimed to **** the mind.
At the end, rude brutes emerge,
In soul and thought — nothing you’ll find.

Only the few
Keep Reason alive,
The rest like birds
In other traps won’t survive.

"Culture" and TV
Will finish everyone off.
For here, Hell is real —
Success for inhuman scoff.

Work is chains of slavery,
Rest — only Forget.
No greater obscenity.
Drop your whining yet.

You must discern
These cunning snares.
Much effort’s needed —
This Workshop glares.

Vast resources poured
Into deception's core.
Not mere courses of lies,
"Science" for years and more.

Years studying how
To trick and snare the crowd.
Lies are hardened,
Again, again, aloud!

Mixing art with shameless lies —
"Science" calls it so.
And fools will buy the mirage,
Believing what they know.

They’ll call slavery freedom,
Idiotism norm.
Brute rudeness implements
Fascist storm.

A foolish brute is needed —
The best slave of all.
Thus, the flood of lies
Sweeps over, wide and tall.

Yet freedom chances exist —
Build autonomous ground.
From Hell of decadence
Communities are found.



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Mind Trap

Brains manipulated, childhood sold,
TV and school make Reason cold.
Only few can keep the flame,
The rest are fooled in the same.



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Insights

More Insights in poems
Than in all other deeds:
Poetry weaves the Spirit
Through its precise threads.

Words dress what can’t be dressed,
New phantoms grow instead —
Half lies for burning,
Spirit not fully fed.

Obsessive petty searches
Breed masses of the mad.
Fools trusting secondary cloth
Are blind, believing bad.

Poetry seeks no "super-truth,"
It sketches the raw Spirit.
Occasionally reflecting
Without toil, without limit.

Spontaneous bursts alone,
Only as the elements fire.
Those who feel no disgust
Won’t drop false empire’s pyre.

Only those born without skin
Can sense this Flame’s embrace.
Theorists multiply nonsense,
A mental stench in place.

Esoteric exceptions exist —
Number Twenty proves.
Mostly mind corruption reigns,
Supporting Darkness’s moves.

False science serves fascism here,
Do not seek Truth there.
Atheists cannot reach the Gates
Where Spirit opens elsewhere.

Years of wicked time will end,
This Bedlam soon will burn.



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Spirit in Verse

Poems ignite, reveal the fire,
Fools breed chaos, false attire.
Only Spirit sees the light,
Burn the lies, reclaim the sight.



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Don’t Cast Pearls

Don’t cast pearls,
Don’t shout to the mob.
This is Hell’s discharge,
Only pipes know the job.

Orders known only
To vile ghouls,
False contagion
For mindless souls.

Prizes and whips,
Guardians required.
All must eat, sleep, mate,
Under fascist fraud conspired.

Children sent straight
To slaughter, praised.
Against the wise,
Instructed to fight.

Global concentration camp
Is the outcome of labor.
Red cross on fascist flag
Marks poisoned water.

Food tainted,
Stupidity spreads.
All fools dispatched
To World Madhouse threads.

Soon pigs will perish,
The best fate.
The innocent minds crushed,
The vile triumph in state.



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Hell’s Orders

Pearls not cast, silence is gold,
Fools obey, the young are sold.
Global camp, poisoned bread,
Truth is dead, all lies are fed.



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Pacifier

Pacifier to **** milk
In childhood’s early hour,
Then only to consume
Lies — the world’s cruel power.

Parents feed deception,
Childhood fades to pain.
Resistance is hard,
Connections severed, slain.

False fools eat only lies,
Skin-deep values prized.
Exceptions rare,
Corruption widely sized.

Inside lies the Light,
Outside all decay.
Cataclysms will follow,
Spirit leads the way.

From fascist world,
Those bound by lies,
Will not pass —
They’ll burn, the world denies.



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Suckling Lies

Childhood fed on falsehood’s milk,
Resistance fades, the world of silk.
Spirit guides, lies will burn,
From this Hell, we’ll return.



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Going for “We”

I go to “you” —
Old path, long known.
The goal is “we” —
All this dirt, all alone.

I go for “we”:
Here lies and decay,
Darkness reigns —
Universal sway.

Strong slave bears
The brunt, delivers pain.
Mad slave is weapon of evil,
Brutal, cruel, insane.

Majority’s madness,
No strength remains.
What to protect?
Only rot sustains.

Ideas are battles’ core,
Evil hides in prayers, science, lore.
Resist with poetry, crush the lies,
Else fall, foolish, where darkness flies.



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Mad Slave

Mad slave strikes, lies spread wide,
Ideas clash, evil cannot hide.
Poetry fights, the Truth defends,
Foolishness ends where darkness bends.



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Garbage and Slugs

Internet dump:
Little worth you’ll find.
Life’s refuse overwhelms,
Slugs feast, unkind.

AI multiplies lies,
Strengthens them each day.
Fills the dump,
Machines drag truth away.

Clips and memes rule,
People mere herd.
Propaganda stings,
Truth silenced, unheard.

Only lies dominate,
To drown the truth.
Life becomes impossible,
Humans stripped of youth.

Slugs prevail,
Humanity wanes.
The Century of Slugs
Arrives with pains.



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Digital Slime

Slugs and lies multiply,
Truth and humans die.
Internet dump, AI’s scheme,
Life consumed, no dream.



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Palisade of Events

Palisade of events — vile,
Center inside, be brave.
Answers come through Light,
Reject falsehood’s wave.

Intuition, sharp critique —
Your path, your shield.
World hysterical,
At Days’ end, unrevealed.

Idiot production
Flows industrially.
Sun ignites, burns the vile,
Cleans the world visibly.

Only units survive
Through Spirit’s blaze.
Seek answers for yourself,
Sweep illusions away.



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Inner Light

Center inside, let Light guide,
Sweep the lies, ignore the tide.
Only Spirit saves the few,
Burn the false, reveal what’s true.



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“Diligent”

“Diligent” spent
Minds in silence.
On trivial waste,
Darkness grows in balance.

Bold each year,
Silence breeds fools.
When patience ends,
Evil breaks the rules.

Money, fame,
Lackeys and slimes.
Values sold cheaply,
Truth discarded in times.

Silence reigns —
Spirit’s final line.
Heartless legacy,
Nothing left divine.

Idiot stubbornly consumes,
Eating filth, ignoring all.
A world turned void
Will inevitably fall.



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Silent Diligence

Silent fools waste minds away,
Evil grows, devours the day.
Spirit’s line, last to hold,
Heartless world, silent, cold.



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Burning of stupidity

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — that’s their turn.
All in vain, yet you pretend,
Thinking this horror home to tend.

Since childhood, only lies you’ve stored,
Few pearls to find, truth ignored.
Sheep march to slaughter, you have endured,
Beneath the masked fascist overlord.

In apogee of genocide’s dark span,
Mind always threatened, Spirit crushed by man.
To dull all souls, impose lifelessness,
Religions, fake sciences, propagate distress.

Schools, factories of fools, thrive on chains,
Deception strengthens as each year drains.
Marxist tricks, the carrot, the stick,
Fascist rot spreads, the world sick.

Yet beasts celebrate too soon,
Chaos will sweep their deluded tune.
Madness and fools, two-thirds of men,
Through them, may death cleanse the pen.

Fascism finds its base in the vile,
Majority grotesque — nature reviles.
Cataclysms aren’t misfortune, but flame,
To burn the dead, purge the game.



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Burn the folly, purge the lies,
Fascists thrive, but Spirit flies.
Madness rules, yet truth remains,
Through fire, the righteous break the chains.



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Tonka the Machine Gunner

Tonya the gunner, a tale of blood,
Snitches and corpses line the flood.
Sisters with needles, calm but cruel,
Children’s fate twisted in their school.

Rewards for fools, the corrupt delight,
Feeding darkness, serving night.
Men break, spirits bend, honor falls,
Slaves of evil heed the calls.

Police and tyrants, old and new,
Lies and fear guide what they do.
The world nearly dead, shamed and scarred,
Truth suffocates, and life is marred.



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Tonya fires, the innocent bleed,
Fools rewarded for serving greed.
Truth suffocates, the world decays,
Evil thrives in twisted ways.



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The world’s a stage, anatomy shown,
Frozen scenes, logic overthrown.
Dead all around, few souls remain,
The lash drives them to pen and chain.

Science leaks, reason dies,
In the theater, truth hides.
Illusions reign, screens project,
A world in decay, reality wrecked.

Cataclysm looms, fascist flame,
Stupid masses bear the blame.
All will burn, deception’s reign,
From ashes, maybe truth will gain.



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World’s a stage, fools enslaved,
Truth denied, the masses caved.
Fascist fire will purge the lies,
From burning chaos, Spirit will rise.



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Emptiness of emptiness

Reflections of reflections, void of voids,
A world where hollow lies deploy.
Material chains, Spirit denied,
Servants of false gods multiply.

Rogues wield lies like knives,
Turning life to rot and strife.
Yet beyond time, a higher plane,
Answers lie within the Spirit’s domain.

Populace duped, parrots repeat,
Materialism feeds the deceit.
To follow Spirit, seek the light,
Shun the darkness, embrace the right.



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Void reflects void, lies infest,
Spirit alone withstands the test.
Material fools will fall and rot,
Truth remains the only lot.



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Soluble Multi-Lie

A dissolvable soup of lies,
The world churns deceit in disguise.
You’re trapped, weak, almost dead,
Multi-falsehoods fill your head.

Human slaughter, Spirit drained,
All through centuries, truths restrained.
Rise and fight the beastly brew,
Or stew in lies, till life’s through.



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Multi-lies stew the mind,
Only Spirit’s fire can unbind.
Fight the beast, or rot in brew,
Truth survives the deadly stew.



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The World Ocean and Total Lies

Half the Ocean green with lies,
Sun grows stronger in our skies.
Blamed on cows, factories, and more,
Humanity’s mind caught in the gore.

Total deception floods the world,
Souls enslaved, illusions curled.
Spirit survives beyond the fray,
Sunlight will burn deceit away.



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Oceans lie, the sun will burn,
Fools deceived, yet truth returns.
Spirit rises, falsehood dies,
Under open, honest skies.



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Questions and Answer

Rescuer is not the Savior,
Teacher may know the Way?
God or Tempter, truth or error,
World or Hell — who holds sway?

Faces false, no truth to cling,
Mirages everywhere take wing.
Answers lie inside the Soul,
One path to follow, one goal.

Disobedience breaks the chains,
Spirit finds the light that reigns.
Outside lies will lead to death,
Within, the breath of Spirit’s depth.



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One answer lives inside your core,
Dispel the lies, be evermore.
Spirit guides through darkest night,
Truth emerges into light.



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Irreversible processes in Nature

Irreversible processes rule,
Not merely CEOs or fools.
Truth ignored by blinded minds,
Falsehood reigns, the world confined.

Sun burns hotter, magma flows,
Nature’s wrath everyone knows.
Fools resist, yet cannot win,
Spirit suffers, degradation within.

The dead-end world, decay and pain,
Only Spirit’s path remains.
Those blind to light will stumble, fall,
New realms await beyond the thrall.



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Nature turns, fools remain,
Spirit suffers, mind in chain.
Only truth can save the day,
Darkness fades, light finds the way.



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Global warming

Solar power grows, the lies persist,
Cows and CEOs plot the twist.
Charts and numbers, false alarms,
Humanity lulled by subtle harms.

Ignorance thrives, panic suppressed,
Instructions followed, lies professed.
The world deceived, the meek obey,
Fools perpetuate the endless sway.



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Sun rises, lies abound,
Human fools fall to the ground.
Only Spirit sees the game,
Truth survives the falsehood’s flame.



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Never say never

Not madness nor prison, but a global camp,
Where shallow minds fall into the trap.
Propaganda strikes, then the barbed wire,
Digital chains feed the fire.

Fools obey, betrayers thrive,
Lies suffocate, yet you survive.
Intuition, courage, call the names,
Expose the false, destroy their games.

Cataclysms loom, the world will shake,
Chains break, only the Spirit awake.
Sun grows stronger, oceans burn,
Through deception, the righteous return.



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World a camp, lies everywhere,
Spirit fights, fools beware.
Sun will blaze, deceit will fall,
Truth survives and conquers all.



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Burning the Foolishness

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — this their turn.
All in vain, you deceive your own mind,
Thinking this dreadful house you’ve aligned.

From childhood, only deceptions you store,
Few pearls found by yourself, nothing more.
Sheep march to slaughter, while you endure
Beneath masked fascism, so impure.

In apogee of genocide it flows,
Mind always threatened, the Spirit bows.
To dull everyone, then enforce the void,
Religions and false science deployed.

Schools — factories of fools, they create
Chains of arbitrariness, dictatorial state.
With each passing year, lies grow more bold,
Carrots for donkeys on production rolled.

Madness strengthens, fascists rise,
Satan as God before our eyes.
Yet early triumph is theirs, not the end,
For cleansing comes, the dead we’ll send.



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Burning folly, years gone by —
Sheep march, fools comply.
Spirit and mind oppressed,
Falsehood reigns, yet truth’s not lessed.



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Years fly, lies grow,
Fascism spreads, woe.
Sheep and fools abound,
Spirit yet can be found.



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Folly burns —
Spirit learns.



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Tonya the Machine Gunner

Tonya, the machine gunner,
An incident, out of line?
Or the informer, killing masses,
Bodies stacked, no sign.

That “sister,” she stabs,
Not hysterical, children she has.
Hidden and quiet, too many to count,
No dead? But the worthy mount.

Awards may follow, fools rejoice,
Serving darkness without a voice.
From the gun to lies, worse than death,
Even honest ones fear the breath.

To live here, Tonya pays soul’s price,
Clear examples of damage, precise.
While pioneers approve gray lies,
Ignore these, only truth applies.



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Tonya shoots —
Fools obey.
Life costs —
Spirit pays.



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Machine gun —
Truth undone.



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The Whole World’s a Theater

The whole world’s a theater,
Anatomical frame.
Frozen scenes and logic’s boulder,
Madness everywhere, none tame.

Dead all around —
Living are few.
Whip drives the stench,
Beasts’ success, life askew.

Science like a sieve,
Knowledge drains to zero.
In the theatre of falsehood,
Mirages rule the hero.



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World’s a stage —
Few remain.
Madness reigns,
Truth in vain.



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Theater of lies —
Mirages rise.



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The Emptiness of Voids

Reflections of reflections —
The void of voids, this world.
Decay in mirroring?
No, false idols swirl.

From childhood, material enforced,
Spirit mocked, myths endorsed.
God with horns? Only if Spirit’s lost,
We become fly-like, at great cost.

Super-knowledge exists, Spirit’s expanse,
Above time, souls’ torment in trance.
Technology corrupts the weak,
Lies multiply, as truth grows bleak.

Go within — only there answers dwell,
For fools, the world’s a living hell.
Materialism dominates, spirituality fades,
Every “-ism” leads to fascist raids.



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Void mirrors —
Fools perish.
Spirit waits,
Truth’s surface.



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Emptiness reigns —
Only Spirit gains.



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Soluble Multi-Lies

Soluble multi-soup — the world,
Rough example, yet unfurled.
Trapped in multi-lies, weak and blind,
Throw the free cheese far behind.

Man, insane, a weak soul’s slave,
Death approaches, the world won’t save.
Fight the beasts, resist the stew,
They cook you slow if dull — it’s true.



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Multi-lies stew —
Fight or fry.
Spirit must wake,
Or you die.



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Lies cook slow —
Soul in tow.



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Global Ocean and Total Lies

Half the ocean green, sun blazes high,
Once blue, now lies multiply.
Blame not factories, not cows’ sighs,
But consumption clouds the human eyes.

Eternal deception, humanity numb,
Underground escape, never to come.
Life in pure Spirit shall follow,
Soulless have no place in this hollow.



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Ocean green,
Lies unseen.
Spirit lives —
Falsehood gives.



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Total lies
Flood the seas.



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Questions and Answer

Savior is not the Savior.
Teacher knows the Way?
God or Tempter here?
World or Hell’s sway?

Masks, not persons, clouds of lies,
Grasp nothing, mirages rise.
Seek within for the one reply —
Answers live where illusions die.



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Seek inside —
Truth resides.
Mirages fade —
Spirit guides.



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Questions vast —
Answer one.



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Irreversible Processes in Nature

Irreversible flows,
Not CE-O-Two’s woes.
Cow farts and factory haze,
Heads filled with deceptive phrase.

Sun blazes, magma warms seas,
Truth harsh, fools fail to appease.
Degradation and torment descend,
Satan here, yet Spirit defends.



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Nature burns —
Fools unlearn.
Spirit waits —
Truth returns.



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Irreversible —
Spirit persists.



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Global Warming

Sunlight rises, cows emit,
CE-O-Two, fools admit.
Simple lies with “clear meaning” spread,
Charts adjusted, truth left dead.

Humans follow without panic,
Orders from fools, nothing organic.
Chemical trails reflect the light,
Poison administered, false disease in sight.



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Sun rises —
Fools comply.
Truth is near,
Lies multiply.



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Global heat —
Spirit beats.



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Don’t Swear by the Concentration Camp

Not madness or prison,
But a global camp.
If intelligence is scarce,
Propaganda will stamp.

All deceived, then counted and trapped,
Beasts rule, the cunning mapped.
Train the fools, crush the wise,
World’s final days before our eyes.



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Camp world —
Truth hurled.
Fight the lies,
Save your soul.



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Global camp —
Deception reigns.



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Poetry as a Path to the Soul’s Salvation

Poetry is not a tool for mass influence, nor a way to fit into society or earn approval. It is written first and foremost for the author, as a means to preserve the soul, to keep its light alive in a world full of lies and emptiness. Every word, every line is an act of self-preservation, a discard of the unnecessary, and a fixation of what is vital within.

Yet in this deep process, a side effect exists: poetry can touch another consciousness. Not as a guide, nor as a moral command, but as a tiny spark that awakens attention, inner honesty, and the search for one’s own path. A reader open to this may resonate with the invisible vibration of words and take a step toward their own inner light.

Thus poetry becomes a double act: it saves the author, and potentially, it may help someone else. But it is important to remember: this is not guaranteed, it does not obey plans or expectations. It merely opens a door. Whether someone walks through it — the choice remains theirs alone.

It is precisely this freedom, this independence and sincerity, that makes poetry a true force. It is a space where Spirit meets itself and, perhaps, others — not to command or teach, but simply to be authentic.



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Poetry saves the soul —
First your own, then perhaps another.
Words vibrate unseen,
A spark, a choice, a light.



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Words strike —
Soul wakes.



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The Clock’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life’s reason falls.
Forget it all in vain —
Here’s Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo cries —
Life’s disguise.
Hell is near —
You cuckoo here.



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The Cuckoo’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life shatters walls.
Forget, drift in vain —
In Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo moans —
Life dethrones.
Hell’s embrace —
You cuckoo’s place.



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Cuckoo cracked —
Life hacked.
Hell laughs loud —
You cuckoo, proud.



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Cuckoo strikes —
Time’s fracture.
Life dissolves —
In hell you measure.



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Cuckoo’s gone —
Madness reigns.
Count your years
By hellish chains.



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The Cuckoo Gone Mad

Cuckoo calls —
Justifying life anew.
Forget in vain —
By hellish chains, you rue.



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Cuckoo cries —
Chains bind.



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The Toy Factory

The toy factory hums.
Above, a brand-new plan:
No need for clowns —
"Leaders" of every land.

All puppets are so old!
Even ancestors laughed at this mold.
Now a robot is required,
For AI to be admired.

Children raised to amuse,
Their playthings fed with abuse.
The factory glues scandals tight,
Soulless material — the politician’s delight.

Retail nations —
Childhood lost in their mess.
“Citizens” drunk and sated,
Few remain sane, I guess.

The world’s caught in psychedelic trance,
Monsters dance in endless dance.
Plans of villains, hysterics thrive,
For they craft a Brave New World alive.

Reason is blocked,
Paths closed, doors locked.
A test run of filth deployed,
Darkness cheered, the mind destroyed.

Two-thirds are lost already,
Forward they lie, brazenly.
The factory pens a world so blind,
Listen to your Soul — it’s your find.

Only salvation of the Soul
Leads the wise on their path:
Rot, lies, despair — the whole foul scroll,
But for the Spirit, a guiding oath.

The psychedelic grip
Narrows space for thought,
Chronicles of misdeeds
Crack the door to your lot.



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Toy factory hums —
Clowns gone.



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Children play —
Souls stray.



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Rot and lies —
Spirit flies.



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Toy factory —
Souls enslaved.



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Puppets scream —
Robots reign.



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Rot rules all —
Spirit stands tall.



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Children’s minds —
Slaughtered grind.



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New world lies —
Chaos flies.



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Toy factory —
Brains gone.



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Robots rule —
Souls pawn.



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Puppets fall —
Chaos calls.



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Kids confined —
Minds blind.



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New world burns —
Spirit learns.



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Lies parade —
Truth stayed.



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Steel grips —
Dark scripts.



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Toy factory —
Hell’s drafty.



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Toy factory hums —
Souls on strings.



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Robots grin —
Chaos wins.



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Puppets old,
Stories cold.



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Glue of lies,
Childhood dies.



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Steel and code,
Hearts corrode.



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False delight,
Darkness bites.



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Toy factory world —
Spirit hurled.



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Listen close —
Escape those ghosts.



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Toy factory grinds —
Souls confined.



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Robots laugh —
Humans daft.



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Glue of lies —
Childhood dies.



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Strings snap —
Spirit trapped.



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Toy world burns —
No return.



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Toy factory hums —
Lies become drums.
Children entrapped,
Souls tightly wrapped.



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Strings and wires play —
Life stripped away.
Robots grin wide,
Humanity’s slide.



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Glue of deceit
Covers small feet.
Playroom of hell,
No one to tell.



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Plans so absurd,
Voices unheard.
Mindless parade,
Spirit betrayed.



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Toy world burns bright,
Dark replaces light.
All is controlled,
Souls bought and sold.



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Toy hell roars —
Souls on floors.
Kids trapped tight,
No end in sight.



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Strings snap fast,
Humanity’s past.
Robots grin wide,
All hope denied.



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Glue and lies,
Silent cries.
Playroom burns,
No one learns.



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Plans obscene,
Minds wiped clean.
Parade of fools,
Broken rules.



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World of toys,
Stolen joys.
Darkness reigns,
Spirit chains.



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Clever cat strikes —
Sheep just bleat.

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Cat prowls wise —
Sheep fall for lies.

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Cat sees, sheep bleed.
Fools follow — meet the greed.

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Sheep bleat, cats smirk.
Chaos reigns — fools at work.

— The End —