Little Folk of Lying Land
Little folk of Lying Land —
Dragging on through war and sand.
"Path" they call their dull routine,
Lost in fog, in mud, unseen.
War for what? For soulless schemes.
See the gates — the Beast still dreams.
Look around — just lifeless meat.
Cowards kneel and call defeat.
But the few with Spirit's fire —
Warriors! Their hearts don't tire.
Alone they stand, but never bend:
To serve the dark? That’s not the end!
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Just meat obeys. The Spirit fights.
One torch can burn a thousand nights.
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Greed and Whining,
Stuck Declining:
Then — comes Dullness,
Spineless Muteness,
INFERNAL SICKNESS.
Freedom? Lost it.
Herd — now worships
***-fed rules and slimy gossip.
Not a world — a creeping CESSPIT.
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Herds kneel low —
while maggots grow.
Your "world"? A cesspit, soaked in woe.
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Patriarchs of Zen
Not some saints in marble stories —
Crack your skull if you play dumb.
Scorned the world with all its worries —
Dust and noise, it all must numb.
Spirit — pure — their sole endeavor.
All else? Trash, a passing lie.
They knew well: the proud, the clever —
Preach and babble, then they die.
Now the verse becomes their staff,
But the Patriarch is gone.
What remains? Just broken paths,
Endless questions, LIES — and yawn.
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No Zen remains — just echoes lie.
The staff is mute. The fools still cry.
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Dragging burdens,
Dull and dead,
Plus a pack of
Lies you fed.
Find your fury,
Drop the load —
Burn it, bury —
Hit the road!
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Trash the lies —
and let soul rise.
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Lengthwise, crosswise — shred and sever
Truth and honor, mind and pride.
Freedom? Slashed. And now forever —
Rotting **** takes joy in lies.
Endless filth — and no resistance.
Local herds just grunt and nod.
What a hell! It stinks with distance.
What a wrathful, raving God!
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Truth is flayed — and none protest.
Welcome, Hell. You know the rest.
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Crosswise, lengthwise — all dissected:
Truth is torn, and honor wrecked.
Mind and freedom — all rejected,
By the rotting ****'s revenge.
Day by day, with no defiance,
Wretches take the stench as norm.
Madness reigns, and foul compliance
Feeds this Hell in perfect form.
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Truth is butchered — cowards cheer.
Welcome, Hell. You're already here.
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Victory
The rashist ****
Will pay in full.
Their filth will come —
Then meet the Bull.
The Spirit fierce
Will clear the way,
And tear their curse
Like rot from clay.
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Fierce is the Flame —
and **** will burn.
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The Deeper the Woods...
The deeper the woods — the lazier the fighters.
The bigger the lie — the worse the broken fibers.
The smarter the tech — the faster it will crash.
The stronger the fear — the deeper comes the slash.
The clearer the "system" — the slicker the chain.
The stronger the Spirit — the sharper the brain.
The simpler the path — the easier to block.
Believe in the sludge? You’ll die like a mock.
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Truth gets sharp when Spirit wakes.
Mute and dumb? The darkness takes.
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No More Cartoon...
Winnie licks the final honey,
Piglet snivels, small and weak —
He’s the “people,” sweet and funny,
But he only dies offscreen.
In real life he’s grown and bloated,
Spirit’s gone — a soulless swine.
All the tales have been demoted —
Only STUPID FEAR survives.
Cracks are spreading through the framing,
And the “cartoon” fades to black:
Not just gangsters — beasts are reigning.
Slaves enrich their vile pack.
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The cartoon’s dead. The beasts are real.
And slaves just fatten up their meal.
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The End of Wonderland
Wonderland is ruled by jackals —
Dodo’s gone, the Rabbit’s dead.
Cheshire Cat, once sly and crackle,
Fled — now fleas bite Dove instead.
Mad March Hare’s a bureaucratic,
Hatter’s now a lab-coat pawn.
Even Gryphon’s turned fanatic —
Fairy tale? It's long since gone.
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Wonderland has bled to dust —
All that’s left is fear and rust.
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Reflection Method
Traitors smeared, obedient chained,
Freaks of Darkness hold the reins.
Only bribes give meaning now —
This is how they keep the vow.
Sarcasm’s sharper than a joke,
In the verse their madness spoke.
This is how the world reflects —
Broken down, it hit the depths.
Rot before, now only slime —
One big pile, a frozen crime.
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Traitors crawl, the fools comply —
All this world’s a stinking lie.
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The Clock Is Ticking
Tick-tock, tick-tock — the world’s a bomb,
Drop the quarrels — fool, stay calm.
Inside the blast, there’s TNT,
Monsters armed with cruelty.
Fools devour lies like food,
Never full, they breed the mood.
Lies are just the bomb’s thin shell,
Time runs out — no place to dwell.
Soon will come the final mark,
Darkness swallowing the spark.
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Lies are fuel, and fools run blind —
Countdown’s done, no more time.
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Time’s Fatigue
Tick and Tock have worn out ticking—
Time itself is running thin.
Speech is tired, just meme-clicking,
Chaos set to crash and spin.
When all breaks down, it’s entropy—
That is death’s relentless breath.
Sing the songs you left incomplete—
Soon will shake the Earth beneath.
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Time is bleeding, tick and break —
Death arrives with each quake.
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“Climbers”
Bound by lies like twisted ropes,
We’ve all become “the climbers” folks.
Everest of lies so vast —
Climb with them, or cut down fast.
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Lies bind tight — no room to choose.
Climb their peak, or get abused.
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Phantasmagoria
Editors like tractors grind,
Crushing fresh and new each time.
Like strange attractors blind,
Talents fade through years’ long climb.
Into the world, through chaos’ press,
They tried to bring a spark of light.
No voice was theirs — they'd only stress
The “common nonsense” of the night.
Only few could read the game,
Heard Aesop’s whisper in the haze —
Sprouts survive amid the shame,
Growing through the tangled maze.
But tractors crush those tender shoots,
Fascism’s rule is plain and stark.
Simple factors, cold pursuits —
Dehumanized, devoid of heart.
It’s time for stories to conclude,
Their ending dark, obscene, profane.
Rot festers in this phantasm, crude —
Where NEW is doomed to break in vain.
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Tractors crush the new and bright,
Fascism’s grip denies the light.
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Involution
Swift’s great house lies torn apart —
Who needs it now? The rabble’s heart
Prefers a world where lies are king,
Soulless **** that poison spring.
They feed and breed, they drag us down,
This realm into a burning drown.
Monsters rule, all crude and vile,
They want a slave with broken smile.
Involution’s raging deep —
Wisdom’s rare, and honor’s cheap.
In the blaze of falsehood’s fire,
Truth’s a scarce, exhausted pyre.
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House of Swift is torn and dead —
Lies and **** now rule instead.
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So-Called "Rational Mankind," or The Endgame
Reason?! Only sarcasm fits—
Man’s a plague that must be hit!
Light is stronger—Sun will save
Earth by burning all to grave.
What of those not stupid, then?
That’s a question hard for men.
In a world where Spirit gleams,
At the end of days and dreams,
Few will stand — the “Overkind.”
This is real, not just in mind.
There’s a path that leads on high,
Beyond the chaos, past the lie.
And to depths of Hell and Hate—
Fools will fall to their cruel fate.
So the final curtain’s drawn:
This is how the game is gone.
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Reason’s dead — plague stays to rot.
Sun will scorch the idiot’s spot.
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Respect to Pol ***, praise on high!
To the New—hail, bow low, comply!
March ahead, the herd obedient,
Slay the foes who doubt the gradient.
Faces sharp, genocide’s disguise,
With fascism in centuries’ ties.
Once called “communism” — a farce,
Deceit’s the trap to break the sparse.
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Pol ***’s shadow, dark and deep,
New lies herd, no time for sleep.
**** the doubters, crush the weak,
Truth’s dead tongue—no one can speak.
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Don’t let your life end tragically—
No poet’s needed where
Lies, fear, and madness spin cyclically.
When will you shout, “Not there!”?
To all this cruel dementia,
You’ll hear but cold “Get gone!”
For cunning *******’ conscience
Is haunted by their wrong.
No rescue comes, no turning—
You’re lost, as if you’re naught:
What’s left to shoot? You drag behind
The madness they have wrought.
It grows more fierce, relentless—
The world’s lost all its mind.
Fascism’s gloom, relentless,
A plague for all mankind.
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Don’t end your life in tragic shame —
Scream “No!” and break the devil’s game.
Madness spreads, the plague is near —
Fight the lies, refuse the fear!
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The Motherland hears,
The Motherland knows —
That people like mice
Lie, fail, impose.
That traitors rule fools,
Doctors punish with spite,
Darkness enslaves all,
Dulls every light.
It’s poisoned the whole,
Made all minds blind,
Souls killed in their chains —
Here’s where we find...
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“Director of Himself”...
Carve wooden blocks, make puppets,
Record the nonsense line —
Surround yourself with shadows,
Call them “close” and fine.
But those who stand beside you,
Hardly differ at all:
Strings pulled by wicked demons,
Satan’s grand hall.
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Idiots feast on endless lies —
Spewing madness, vile and stark.
Where’s the country? Just disguise:
Decay, the stench within the dark.
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Original Sin
Illusions forced upon us,
From childhood all made numb.
With lies they cloak the surface —
Free thought they’ve struck down, dumb.
Only in the rarest hearts
Burns a reason pure, untamed.
Lies like sarin poison starts —
This first sin bears the blame.
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Original Sin
They planted lies inside our minds,
From youth they crushed all sense.
With falsehoods twisted all the signs —
Killed thought, made dull, immense.
Only few still hold the flame —
Reason clear, untouched by lies.
But poison gas of falsehood’s claim
Is that first sin that never dies.
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Nonsense and Heresy
Nonsense, heresy — heresy, nonsense —
How to break through to the soul’s defense?
Nonsense serves to cloud the mind,
Drag it down, sink deep, confined.
An ocean of lies above you swells,
No barrier — deception dwells.
Followed by madness, wild and grim,
In nonsense’ grip, the lights grow dim.
Madness too is ocean vast —
Nonsense, madness — shadows cast.
The master knows how lies increase,
His sentence: **** with falsehood’s lease.
Lies will be the weapons made —
Nonsense harsher, sharp as blade,
To hold all lies of fiendish breed,
The devil’s spawn in darkest deed.
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Endorphin “Heaven”
Vitamins, endorphins —
Runner’s high, a kind of rush,
But hypersensitive, not a beast,
In feelings we’re given much.
It’s tricky — the “crash” returns,
The “withdrawal” after the thrill,
Yet grip of wild neuroses
Starts to weaken, fade, and still.
Those neuroses summon beasts —
If not a neurotic, then a fool.
The tyrants’ power only grows,
Draining strength from the sensitive pool.
But strength can be reclaimed —
Heal your nerves with running’s pace.
At first it’s hard — but once you’re warmed,
You’ll leap like an elk through space!
But don’t overdo — too far, too fast,
Body’s wisdom must engage.
Stay in bliss, embrace the flow —
Endorphin’s “heaven” lights the stage.
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The Reapers
Pathetic *******,
Reapers of total lies,
Dumb as wooden blocks —
To Darkness they baptize.
Used to bowing down
To any fool’s command,
So here madness lingers —
Shame spreads across the land.
The cuckoo’s still crazier —
Madness grows inside,
More brazen is the falsehood,
A sickness none can hide.
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In this foul pit, lies will thrive,
Darkness feeds on fear alive.
Everything’s drowned deep in black—
One true way remains: BURN IT BACK!
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In this cesspit, lies run wild,
Fear and darkness choke the child.
All is lost, the world’s ablaze—
Only one way: BURN THE HAZE!
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This "world" is nothing — pure disgrace,
Beasts rule tight with fear’s embrace:
Lies, pressure, stench from media’s pit,
Where morals rot and fires spit.
In this state of ******* grime,
We drag the world to waste and time,
And so the ugliness extends,
A reign of filth that never ends.
More filth, more hate, a ceaseless blight —
A hellish void, no end in sight.
This kingdom’s nothing, dark and cold —
A soulless pit where lies take hold.
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Pitiful minds,
Under lies' harsh crush,
Poisoned books,
Mirages rush.
Those mirages shove—
World’s brazen stink,
More fools each day,
More slaves to drink.
Few are beasts —
Spirits barely count,
It’s vile and sick —
Burn the madhouse out!
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The Party of Condoms —
Everywhere, all the time.
Fools parade in their columns,
Spreading heresy’s crime.
Often one big cash ***,
Though platforms clash and fight.
The masses blindly believe —
’Cause most are fools outright.
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Pathetic roads, a foolish plan,
Keep moving—just a little more.
The final stop for any man—
Is Hell itself, its fiery door.
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Globalization or just greed’s station?
Both are one — a sick fusion.
The whole world reeks of contamination —
Media howls from the bottom’s illusion.
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Original Sin
They fed us illusions, trapped in lies,
Since childhood blinded, dulled our eyes.
All thoughts of freedom cast aside—
That pure free mind was killed inside.
Yet in the few a spark still gleams—
A mind unchained, untouched by schemes.
But lies like sarin spread their breath—
This only sin, the primal death.
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The Lie of the Global Zoo
A zoo’s a balm to dead men’s ears —
A “blessed news” that numbs our fears.
Neither cold nor burning heat,
Yet violence and vengeful cheat.
Catastrophes, terror's reign —
All the stench must feed the pain.
For the world’s fascist regime,
Fear’s the crown, the final gleam.
They’ll amplify, then sum it all—
Reason, Spirit, Honor fall.
What remains, they’ll crush and smite,
Beasts’ weapon forged in night.
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Sheep and Fools, Just Sheep and Fools
Sheep and fools, pure fools and sheep—
Where are humans? Where’s the mind?
But all around is lies so deep,
Rot spreads out, no hope to find.
Seems like humans lie in graves,
Buried ‘neath this world’s decay.
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Life’s Affair — A Worm at Wake
Life’s affair — a worm at wake,
A funeral for Mind’s last breath.
Come on, Sun, bright flare and break,
Bring death down to all filth and death!
