The Herd of Turtles
Shell of lies—you bear it proudly,
Thicker grows it every day.
Scoundrels shaped it, stacking loudly—
Truth? It’s long been burned away.
If your mind is dull and hollow,
Reason lost without a trace,
Soon your shell will feel too shallow—
Then they’ll lay you in your place.
And the others, creeping, crawling,
Won’t break free or drift apart.
They will march where lies are calling,
Herded turtles—what a art!
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SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies
A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.
The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
Now fascist rot is far and wide.
A world wrapped tight in fake delusion,
Lies upon lies—a grim decree.
Dishonor grows in dark profusion,
Defying nature’s purity.
Decay will spread, no way to halt it,
The point of no return is near.
A few more years—the end is calling...
"Now Saving Cattle—on the air!"
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Read, Reader—See the Lie, Viewer
Read on, dear reader—watch, observer,
As heaps of filthy lies expand.
Deceitful words, a sly corrupter,
Plant mirages in your hand.
It’s staged with skill, a mass production,
To rot the soul—that is the aim.
The devil thrives on mind destruction,
A herd of husks—his perfect game.
He builds a Pen—so vast, enclosing
A third of Earth within its wall.
And as the world in lies keeps dosing,
Fake plagues arise to doom us all.
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"Wise" and Other Rabble
Rabble’s mark—you’ll often find it
Stamped on "clever" heads as well.
Not just birth, but those who’d blind it,
Selling truth their souls would sell.
If you cheer while lies are spreading,
Aid the rot and play along,
Know—you join the mindless herding,
Spewing nonsense, loud and strong.
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Exists Only What the Screen Declares
What says the screen—that must be real,
No other world outside.
Dark is now the light they feel,
Truth is flipped and cast aside.
CowID, fear, the fools obey,
Another war in sight.
They "care"—or so they say,
But care has drowned us tight.
The world sank deep in blind submission,
Hell knocks beneath the floor.
We've almost breached the last partition—
Three out of four—mad to the core.
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Should I Multiply "Joy"?
Should I seek to multiply joy?
Well, frankly, I don’t care.
Awareness, that’s my only ploy,
Though bitterness fills the air.
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Pseudo-life Hanging by a Thread
Since childhood, hanging by a thread,
You don’t fall—you just drift away.
Seems you’ve found a way instead
To make that thread your home, they say.
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Global Madness
Springtime’s here, the madness grows—
Yes, that’s right—CowID’s the key!
We control the wretched flows,
Lies have almost set us free.
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Heat and the Wires Melt
The heat—and wires start to fry,
In Soviet homes, a desperate try.
If it's not ***** in your hand,
You’ll play the box, my friend—just stand.
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Curfew for Fools
Curfew falls for fools outside,
The streets are empty, cold, and wide.
The wise stay home, their minds intact,
For they know—the world is but a fact.
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Hermit Crab
My idol is the hermit crab,
A lazy soul, I don’t need lab.
To hell with life, I’m free, no care,
All my poems, just for me to share.
In everything, the pests will find,
A profit-seeking, greedy mind.
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Progress or Press?
The Wheel of Samsara CRUSHES
Fools with progress—empty lies.
The soul’s rebirth, it just pushes—
Hell’s PRESS will bring their demise!
Look around—are they still human,
Or icons of Satan’s reign?
Soft jelly fills their skulls, and
Their feelings burn with endless pain.
Driven by emotions’ fury,
Creatures march towards their doom—
Wars, fake plagues—their lies are blurry,
Peddling anything to bloom.
A few exceptions—statistical mistake,
But darkness drags each generation’s wake.
To deny the truth is sinful, so,
Seeing death—that’s the mortal woe...
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The Chancellor’s Deceit
The chancellor's schemes have led the way,
And in that filth, the people stray.
Believe the creatures, lose your soul—
No talent, no worth, no goal.
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News of Hell
The news is just a load of lies,
Propaganda fills the skies.
Not a day without the waste,
Insanity’s their latest taste.
They watch the fools with broken minds,
The result: nothing—just a grind.
Zero’s stretched to nothing more,
And Black God laughs forevermore.
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Horses at the Crossing
Horses die at the crossing's edge,
Left bank, right—both lead to dread.
From the mud to worse we ride,
Wait a bit—there’s no respite.
Rest? Unlikely—they’ll decide,
The beasts will beat you down with pride.
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"Upbringing" and the Future Path
A toddler bears a heavy load—
Rules of *******, set in stone.
Then he walks life's narrow road:
Coward, traitor… or just prone
To be foolish. Odds are high—
That’s his fate, unless one day
He resists and dares to try
Walking his own, freer way.
If he learns to think, not trust
Lies disguised as "wisdom" bright,
He will cast off Hell’s own rust,
Spread his wings and take to flight.
If in dreams and not awake,
Still, the day may come at last—
If he dares the veil to break,
Hell will fade into the past.
To the Spirit’s heights ascend,
But beware—one truth is raw:
Those who never dream or fend
Serve as chains for Evil’s law.
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****** of Mind and Talent by Overloading Memory with Nonsense
School exam – a child’s trial,
Workaholics, rise once more!
How much longer will denial
Crush young minds through mem’ry’s door?
How much longer will they force us,
Through their programs, through their rules?
This concern is most enormous
For the foes of kids and schools.
Schemes are crafted by the schemers –
Dumbing down’s their hidden aim.
Parents fail to see the dreamers
Taken hostage in this game...
What to learn? Not what—but thinking!
Through the spark of keen finesse!
Dullards rise, their reason sinking—
Schooling’s weight brings mind’s distress.
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Vile Traitors
The cash is gone—so fast it flew,
CowID declared in every nation.
But soon it chokes them, through and through,
A thorn unseen—yet no salvation.
No time to pay for what they’ve done—
These Judases will rot and perish.
The filth they spread will come undone,
The Earth won’t keep what none should cherish.
Yet few are pure—so loss is small,
Corruption weakens its foundation.
A better people soon will call
For kindness, strength, and restoration.
And what of those who stand alone?
We’ll see—the time itself will show it.
But liars bred by demons’ throne
Still flood the world, and devils stoke it.
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A Circus on a Wire
"Choosing presidents"—what a show!
A circus played on tightropes high.
The dumbed-down crowd must never know—
Deception rules, and truth’s a lie.
Propaganda spins the wheel,
Lifts a fool like Bush up tall.
Soulless jesters love to deal
Kingship to the lowest thrall.
Puppets bow to wicked lords—
Thus it’s always been before.
Fools are trapped in false accords,
Jesters rule forevermore.
A circus real—not just a play,
Theater's but a hollow dream.
If the world’s in Hell’s decay,
Then lies are ***** supreme.
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The World—A Dead Man’s Cart
The cart of death rolls on,
Its journey nearly gone.
No mercy, no revision—
The end is no decision.
So do not heed the mind,
But leave regrets behind.
Let spirit guide your motion—
A path, not mere devotion.
Just seek—don’t fear the night,
For seeking is the light.
The goal is not essential,
But seeking’s quintessential...
The mind may lead astray,
And cast you in delay.
The soul’s pure transformation
Is seen through revelation...
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Wild Game
Fences small yet close together—
People fail to break on through.
Many lost their best endeavors,
Struck by lies, disguised as true.
Falsehoods flourish, masks appealing,
Sugar-coated, painted bright.
Still in caves—our darkened ceilings,
Kin is "kin" and that feels right.
Nations, kennels filled with barking,
Set to clash in frenzied lies.
Feudal order, crude and starking,
Seems more human, seems more wise.
Times grow bitter, times grow colder,
Cruel, deceitful—on and on.
And the verdict, growing bolder:
We have reached the very BOTTOM.
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