TNT Equivalent of "Ideas"
A bullet’s blind, but "ideas"
Strike with force and sharp precision.
Now enslaved are all, defeated,
By a horde of blind submission.
For generations, we've been taught
Foolish lies to keep us caught,
Torn away from what the Soul
Whispers, trying to keep us whole.
But for madmen, "thoughts" bring healing—
Madness stronger, more appealing.
Floods of nonsense drown the wise;
Trust the LIARS—you’re despised.
Hear your Soul and doubt the preaching,
See how Evil keeps repeating.
In those "truths" its cycle shows—
And you’ll know their worth is close to zero.
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Olympics in London
CowID agenda—
It must be displayed!
The same old "defenders"
Work hard, undismayed.
Their duty? To warn us,
To spread it beforehand,
No riddles to warn us,
No twists—just a plain hand.
The hag, grim and clever,
Declared with no shame:
"A new age—forever...
The drama's endgame!"
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To Fall or Not to Fall?
To survive, to play it right—
Fall to Hell, embrace the night.
Better yet—just chase the throne,
Serve the SHADOWS, not your own.
Fade away—or dare to shine,
Speak your soul, let wisdom climb!
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A World Distorted by False Science
A twisted world, a broken view—
False "science" makes it seem so true.
Its goal? To raise a mindless fool,
And if you trust—you're just a tool.
They feed you lies, erase the Soul,
Blind the world—divide, control.
Their scholars bow to those who rule,
Deceitful servants—cunning, cruel.
See the beasts, their minds confined,
Like Pavlov’s cattle, trapped, resigned.
Faith in falsehood shapes their fate—
Marching dumb to science fake.
Truth is gone—who needs the proof?
Dogma reigns—no need for truth.
Reason lost, they heed the call—
Two-legged beasts devour it all.
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Pskov Paratroopers in Ukraine, 2014
Pskov’s troops went rolling in,
Crossed the line in wool and tin.
"Just a break," they said—"Alright,
What a perfect place to fight!"
Shooting’s fun—until you fall,
Bullets don’t ask names at all.
"Leaders" lie with all their might,
Turn the TV—see the sight:
"Nazis here, a threat so grand!"
Pure deceit—a sleight of hand.
Thus were born the brainwashed horde,
Slaves to lies, to "Z" adorned.
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Petro Poroshenko
Poroshenko, years ahead,
Was a creep—enough was said.
Lies and filth—his heart's delight,
And the mob just cheered him bright.
Mob or people? What's the score?
When they vote a boxer—mob.
Trash floats higher—rules the floor,
Freedom? Never. Just a fob.
Yet that trash is pre-arranged
Not by crowds, but those unseen.
From the lineup, fools deranged
Choose the liar they call king.
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Tokyo Olympics
Games postponed, yet here they stand,
Masked-up "athletes" on demand.
Even Orwell, sharp and keen,
Never guessed this wild scene.
CowID rules—absurd, extreme,
Darker than a nightmare’s dream.
Minds are buried, reason’s gone,
Sheep-lined world—marching on.
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Sleep Deprivation Kills
Lack of sleep is worse than pain,
Drains your mind with each new strain.
Step by step, as strength declines,
Dreams will fade, lost to time.
Rest enough—don’t push too hard,
Creativity’s a spark
Only lit when you’re renewed,
Bringing change with power true.
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The Allegory of Show Jumping
A horse of grace, a fool astride,
Yet for the crowd, he’s praised with pride.
But time will come—just wait and see,
He’ll take the fall—inevitably.
The world’s a course, absurd and grim,
Its folly neither new nor dim.
Riders hollow, cold as stone—
The BEASTS rejoice—they're on the throne.
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A Garden for Firewood
"The homeland’s smoke is sweet and bright!"
— A. Griboedov
Souls run empty, cold inside—
Bread and circuses provide.
All they see is dull and grim,
Like the stench of choking brim.
Smoke, like poison in the air,
Burns the heart beyond repair.
"Bow to madness, bear it all!"
Fools are taught since they are small.
Shun the "saplings"—grow alone,
Blossom in the wild, unknown.
Planted there to fuel the flame,
They will burn—to ash, to shame.
Soon the sun will set it right,
Fire rising, smoke in flight.
Let it smother—let them choke,
Time to think—forget the smoke!
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With Every Year
With every year, the task grows tough,
To clear the lies, to call their bluff.
As ignorance spreads, it grows more vile,
And beasts grow bolder, worse in style,
Driving the world to depths below—
The lies, the fools, they steal the show.
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To Drag and Keep
Drag them down, don’t let them rise,
Pull again, with bitter lies.
To deceive, without a care—
That’s the mark of those in power’s snare.
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Rest for Body, Rest for Mind
Rest the body, rest the mind,
Honor Nature, you will find
That when you push yourself too hard,
Your goals will fade, your strength will guard.
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The **** of Real Shadow Power
"Free press" is silenced, all of it tight,
In the CowID era, spreading false light.
Politicians-clowns — no power to wield,
Just **** beneath, with nothing to yield.
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The Corrupt "Subculture"
Editors, chief,
Ministry's belief—
All are for sale,
A twisted tale.
In Evil's wheel,
When skins reveal.
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The End of the World
We draw the line:
The world’s decline,
And all will fall into the flame,
For two-thirds are blind to shame.
Soullessness spread like a disease—
And we, in truth, are none but fleas.
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Propaganda
Stop! It's trash—
Beasts' loud clash!
That’s the media,
Believe it? Fool, you are.
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Zombie Warriors
The macho rides
Towards his foe.
Who’s the enemy?
The media will show!
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Versification
The opening line must strike with might—
Then all the verse will burn so bright.
Or at the least, stay true, sincere—
Without that fire, none will hear.
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News of the Coming Digital Chaos—Or Rather, a Camp
Honor or bread—
Soon the test.
Hear the news:
World's a mess.
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Fatigue
Drained out—
No doubt,
Fire’s out.
Wait till
Strength returns,
Then fight and burn—
If you’ve got will.
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"Sages"
These "yard-born sages," wise and grand,
Think like sheep—don’t understand.
Led on leashes, blind, they go,
Slaughter-bound by those they know.
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Two Paths
"Life’s no field to simply cross."
— Old proverb
Crossing life like field so wide?
Just jump in place—enjoy the ride.
Dare to walk beyond, go far?
The mob will call you a fool, bizarre.
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Changes
What comes next?
It’s hard to tell...
In plain words—
A fool as well.
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Fencing
A dulled-off blade, yet swift it flies.
The first to strike—the first who's right.
As for the one who bravely dies?
Forgotten soon by cautious might.
--- Total 25 poems. ---
