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3d
Police State

The cop reports for duty, proud —
A servant to the soulless crowd:
To guard the sheep who drool and nod,
And crush the ones who won’t applaud.

But sheep are rare, a dying race —
Extinction stares them in the face.
The game is rigged, the end is near —
Just look at War and CowID fear.

Those tests? A filter, sharp and cruel,
For thugs and sadists, **** and fool.
Thus fascist ranks are swelling fast —
That "friendly cop" is in the past.

They're not police — they’re occupation.
The war was lost without citation.
Their bosses — local gauleiters grim,
While flags still flutter, proud and prim.

Unspoken war, but well advanced:
A global camp is being financed.
The chief betrayer takes the lead —
His local pawn just writes the screed.



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They build a camp, but call it peace.
Your jailer smiles — your rights decrease.
The cop's no friend. The war is here.
Obey — or vanish in the smear.



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"Search" Engines

You type "Igor" — ****, and bam! —
Up pops Strelkov in war-**** spam.
That’s HuYandex — pure decay,
A puppet search in war's ballet.

It was the same with CowID lies —
Chains and fraud in clean disguise.
Search once meant truth... those days are dead.
Now fascist filters rule instead.

Censorship and shadow bans,
Fake news boosted by ***** hands.
Ask a question — get a pile
Of tabloid sewage ranked in style.

They sold their souls to **** and crooks,
To tyrant clowns with plastic looks.
The wise and honest barely breathe —
Just ghosts beneath a poisoned sheath.

And Google? Worse — a global dump,
A foul and algorithmic sump.
Where fascists bark and filth ascends —
And **** is trending. Truth? Depends.



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Search the truth — and choke on slime.
The filth is ranked. The lie’s sublime.
They code your cage, they feed your fear —
And wipe the web of what was clear.



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Waking Nightmare

I dreamt a nightmare — drooling fools
Closed in from every side, like ghouls.
The lies grew bold, the fascist grip
Had reached a new and deadly tip.

I woke... but horror didn't fade —
The world remained a grim charade.
What once was fraud and drugged consent
Is now a camp — malevolent.



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I woke — but still the nightmare stayed.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.
It’s not a dream — it’s all too real:
A camp of chains, a spinning wheel.



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So-Called "Zen"

HuYandex Zen? A bigger lie?!
Just censored rot, no shame to buy.
They spit on Honor, Soul, and Mind —
And Truth? Long gagged and left behind.

Their "news" — pure filth, a toxic feed
Where paid propagandists mislead.
Real Zen? A master’s cracking staff
For smacking idiots in half.

But now — a madhouse in disguise:
Each mask conceals a stream of lies.
They rot the brains of fools en masse —
A festering swamp of lying gas.



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This "Zen" is sludge for slave control.
They twist the mind. They sell the soul.
No staff, no truth — just bile and spin.
The lie is holy. Thought’s a sin.



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Dreams and Reality
(A twist on Pushkin's theme)

"Dreams, sweet dreams — where did you go?
They vanished. All that's left is woe."
— Thus Pushkin's lines, now turned anew,
For filth remains — and dreams withdrew.

The lies are gone, the tyrants gone,
No fascist games are carried on.
No more dumb drunkenness or hate —
And rulers now cooperate!

They freed all patents, scrapped the greed,
Let sages rule, not men of need.
Power serves wisdom — what a fate!
But wait... that dream won’t resonate.

For wishful thinking, sweet but fake,
Was diagnosed a long mistake.
So come down from your air-built throne —
And stir, with care, the **** you own.

One fate remains — to stir the mess,
And kneel beneath the lies, no less,
While Kremlin fiends, with **** grace,
Continue killing — face by face.



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Dream’s a corpse — the stench is real.
You stir the waste, you lick the heel.
The Führer grins behind the screen —
And rules your world with gasoline.



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Rashism and the Kremlings

They bomb Zaporizhzhia and Kharkiv —
Hit dams, high-rises, power grids.
Old ******'s corpse now coughs up scarlet —
For Russia, that's the final bid.

They coined a name — not just “fascism,”
But something fouler: rashism’s birth.
The TV foams with pure sadism —
Wild **** rot infects the Earth.

They chant their "values," twisted, fake —
Like ******’s "Aryan" crusade.
But Pootler’s show’s a cheap remake,
A grotesque, parody parade.

Like cattle to the slaughter line,
These morons march for "holy war" —
Too gutless even to define
Their bloodlust as it was before.

The colony — like Moskva's wreck —
Is sinking fast, a curse, a stain.
No exile waits on some safe deck —
Just ropes for all this filth and shame.



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Rashism grins, the lies explode.
The kremlings march a deathbound road.
No end in exile, flight or sun —
Just hang them all. Let justice run.



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Filthy Propagandists

The stinking hack believes he’s wise,
That only he controls the lies,
That only fools would chew this bait —
But justice has a certain weight.

Betray once — you’ll betray again.
You sell your soul, you rot for gain.
So brave in words — but deep inside,
A coward's filth you try to hide.

But here's the twist they never guess:
Their soul will pay for this disgrace.
For every smug and brazen screed —
A plague arrives to match the deed.

Their "values" led to fascist war,
To madness — rot down to the core.
As Germans once paid for their sin,
The world will crush rashism again.

That filthy voice — a deeper stain
Than torturers with tools of pain.
And still the world lies drowned, immersed
In poison words — the liar’s curse.



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The liar rots in lies he spread.
His soul is gone. His mouth is red.
No pen, no screen will shield his name —
The world will burn him out with shame.



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Farce

Old ******’s schemes slipped through the gate —
Through Mordor, mocked by time and fate.
Now history, in meme disguise,
Returns to dumb, enchanted eyes.

The drunks fall deep in trance and cheer,
While others laugh: “This crap? Sincere?”
It’s pure absurdity on loop —
Yet freaks still howl, that twisted troop.



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A meme-born farce, a drunk parade —
And only fools still feel afraid.
The rest just watch the circus roll —
Where madness plays the leading role.



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War on Reason

A war is raging, total, grim —
It’s Reason they now seek to dim.
They’ve drowned the mind in blind neglect,
Forgot you’re Spirit — what’d you expect?

The price will come: a hollow soul,
A sparkless void, no higher goal.
God’s left — and in that sudden gap
The Devil sets his breeding trap.

Forget this war? You’ll rot in chains —
In filth eternal, soaked in stains.
You’ll dwell in muck, in cursed unrest,
A walking heap with **** compressed.

The hills of waste are Everest.
While reason’s just a minor crest.
And you, beneath that crushing load,
Bear Satan’s cross on this dark road.

So cleanse yourself — cut through the lies,
Let Spirit, Reason truly rise.
And all the fascist filth you face —
Wipe off their snouts with truth and grace.



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You rot if you forget the war.
This filth will flood you, evermore.
But Reason fights — and once you stand,
You slap the Devil’s guiding hand.



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Gains and Losses

You gain a thing —
But lose another.
Believe bold lies —
You blind your brother.

You trust the beast —
The horns will grow.
They speak so sweet —
Then strike you low,

And down you fall
Through Hell's parade.
Go inward, all —
Don't be afraid.



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Trust the beast — you'll lose your mind.
Look within — and truth you'll find.



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Ordinary Fascism
(Dedicated to Mikhail Romm)

We could make films like Romm once did —
Of Bucha, Kharkiv, Zaporozhye’s grid.
Killing civilians, that’s their creed —
Genocide’s the fascist need.

Their shame is dead, their honor lost,
Their conscience crushed, no matter the cost.
For fascism needs the dull and blind,
To obey, fear the Führer’s mind.

The rashist plague has **** its pants,
In Ukraine, it met resistance.
Now only little time remains —
Fascism’s end will break its chains.

There’ll be a trial — hang them all:
The kremlings, orcs, the war’s dark thrall.
All guilty in this brutal fight —
The reckoning will bring the light.



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Fascism’s dirt will drown and fall.
The orcs will hang — they earned it all.
No mercy for the ****** crew —
Justice comes, and it’s overdue.



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Farewell, Fascism!

Fascists and rashists —
There stand ****** and Puylo.
Between them, communists.
Evil never mellowed.

The Sheep Virus spread —
An “Spanish flu” remake.
First lies invade the head,
Then comes the deadly stake.

Poisons, wars, again,
And lies that never cease.
We’re trapped inside a world insane,
But don’t touch the Führer’s peace —

Bow down to him, prepare to die,
Then beg the priests for grace.
If lucky, live — then purify,
And plead to save your face.

World asylum’s reign —
Farewell! The next catastrophe
Will burn these soulless stains —
Farewell, fascism’s tyranny!



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Farewell to lies and endless hate.
The world’s mad ward will close its gate.
Soulless fiends will burn and fall —
Farewell, fascism — end it all.



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Fascist Regime’s Convulsions

The regime convulses —
Strikes cities in its wrath.
This ****’s beyond redemption,
Only nooses clear their path.

Soon that grim fate is coming —
The noose will bring release.
The strikes will triple on the front —
The idiot’s grip will cease.

Only rashists **** civilians,
But soon the end is near.
The fascist rule will crumble down —
The ZSU holds firm here.



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The fascists twitch, their reign will fall.
Noose tightens — justice calls.
The frontline burns, their lies decay —
Rashism’s done, no more to stay.



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Ashes

Corrosion of the Mind,
Decay of the Soul’s core,
Nature torn, confined —
Used up, crushed, and more.

Light fades into the dark,
Truth banned, denied.
While lies ignite the spark —
Madness rules worldwide.

War and Sheep Virus’ hand,
Examples of disgrace.
Dignity, reason banned —
A stain on human race.

The dumb-down machine runs on,
Long launched, it grinds.
Morals shift — the shame goes on,
In this world that binds.

LGBT’s vile curse,
Violence and fear.
A dull decay, much worse —
A world turned into ash, unclear.



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Mind rots, the soul’s abused.
Truth crushed, the world confused.
War’s lies burn, hope turns to ash —
A dying world’s bitter crash.



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One of All, or All Against One

One stands alone —
While all come down as one.
Such “pleasures” shown —
Abundant, yet undone.

Nothing ever changes:
This mad world decays,
Poor and broken stages,
Lost in endless haze.

One mind rules a hundred —
But hunted down for truth.
Reason deemed a blunder,
“Attack the not your youth!”

For "us or them"
No reason’s in demand —
Only instinct’s helm.
While Spirit fades, unmanned.



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One fights all — the world’s a beast.
No mind survives — the Spirit ceased.
“Us versus them” — no thought, no soul,
Just primal howls to fill the hole.



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Fascist ****

The last reserves are slipping,
To not fall in the pit.
A fatal power draining,
And nowhere else to sit.

If you step out—fools swarm,
They feed fascism’s might.
No longer humans, vermin,
A plague that spreads the blight.

Fascism’s filthy spawn—
Breeds traitors by the score.
No exit, just the dawn
Of shame and fear once more.

But fight you must, relentless,
To die with honor’s breath.
Forget the twisted pests —
Defy, erase their death.



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Fascist **** breeds fear and lies.
No shame beneath their hollow skies.
But fight, resist — and hold your ground,
Till all their filth is underground.



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Rashism

Calling foes fascists — what a joke!
This madness no sane mind can poke.
How did the sheep become rashists?
Only sarcasm cuts through this.

Logic fails to hold the thread —
Can you grasp the lies they spread?
Those vict’ry-mad faces bare,
Masks off for attacks unfair.

Mariupol’s staged disgrace,
Bucha’s pain in every place.
Schools, hospitals, plants destroyed,
Skyscrapers and war deployed.

Kids are slaughtered everywhere —
These filthy jackals don’t care.
Shaming Russia? They claim so loud —
But fools just echo lies allowed.



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Rashism’s lies — a foul parade.
Sheep march blind, the truth betrayed.
Kids die while jackals feast,
On poisoned lies from west to east.



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Grave-ization

To “Kobzon’s concert”
All the orcs now go.
In Ukraine, you ******* —
They’ll **** you, slow or quick, no show.

Try to sneak or strike again —
Or after — no reprieve.
From the “concert,” you descend
To Hell, no one to grieve.

Kharkiv, Kyiv, Bucha bleed —
Fighting peaceful souls, you fight.
Black clouds gather over beasts —
Once humans, now lost to night.

Dead children — hundreds lie,
Your path to Hell is paved.
Tomorrow or today —
One way for you, depraved.



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Orcs march to death’s song loud.
No mercy in the crowd.
Your road is Hell, no turning back —
Your fate’s a one-way track.



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Dumbosaurians

Dumbosaurians — not pterodactyls,
A thriving, cursed breed unfolds.
Though remnants of their minds are spent,
War and CowID mean no torment.

Dumbosaurian daughters rise,
A twisted legacy in disguise.
Humanity’s destruction plan —
For lizards’ sake, they wreck the land.



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Dumbosaurians breed and spread,
Brains long gone, but still they tread.
War and lies their deadly script —
Human fate by reptiles gripped.



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Show Business

Show biz started with the freaks,
A circus farce, no change but tweaks.
When all the crowds are dull and base,
The whole thing’s just a hollow space.

Perfect for the simple mind,
A dulling game, a trap designed.
The ***-shaker’s always loose,
Serving vice and dark abuse.

To dumb down and defile the best
Of Soul’s pure cries — a vile jest.
Sure, some exceptions may arise,
But mostly vermin crawl in lies.

And mainstream’s full of that decay —
Propaganda’s filthy sway.
Man sinks low to beastly planes,
Losing Spirit’s vital chains.

So only pure, bright souls can bear
The light of poetry to share.
As for the rest — that endless slime,
Spit it out, and leave it grime.



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Showbiz fools drag souls to dust.
Only light can break the rust.
Spit the filth, don’t feed the lies —
True art lives where spirit flies.



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“Progress”

Pump the junk with extra force,
Ramp the war — let chaos course.
Treat the masses just like skins,
Value only what begins.

Put all hides into the grind,
Make a servant skin designed,
One who knows the lies and whip —
This world’s doom’s a sinking ship.



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Feed the junk, fuel the fight.
Turn the world to endless night.
Skin the herd, no hope to fix —
Progress? Just a ***** trick.



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The Farm

Caught like mice within a trap,
Born into this cruel scrap —
Creatures wait to make their move,
You’re a target in their groove.

They’ll heap "cheese" beyond control,
But that cheese has turned to mold.
You’re the profit for the hound,
This world — a farm, tightly bound.

Yet the slaughter’s drawing near,
Inevitable and clear.
Now, in lies’ last fevered grip,
Their cursed herd begins to slip.

The herd has gorged on lies so deep,
This foulness they have come to keep.
One last chance remains to break
The chains of falsehoods that they make.

Or devils’ll drag the fools away
To their hell where darkness stays.
While filthy wretches, foul and crude,
Will perish in the stench of feud.



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Caught like mice, a deadly game.
The world’s a farm — a profit’s claim.
Break the lies or burn in hell —
The final choice, the last farewell.



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Sheep Virus and War

What once was rabbit,
Now minced to mash.
Fool, drunkard, idiot —
All part of the stash!

Mask’s no problem —
Passed the test’s call.
Put on your helmet —
March to your fall.

Test subjects, rabbits,
“Meat” for the fight:
If you don’t think —
You’re deep in the night.

Deep in hell’s pit.




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Rabbits trapped, no thought or care,
Meat for war in devil’s lair.
Mask on, march, the herd’s disgraced —
Lost to lies, trapped and erased.



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Sheep Virus “Doctors”

They graduated vivisection’s school —
That filth with minds forever dull.
Brains? — impotence inside their head,
Prescriptions read like deathly dread.

Money, money — greed’s foul game,
And sadism fuels their shame.
Like Pechenegs, they rage and storm,
With fascism in deadly form.

They’ll hang them all when reckoning calls —
Those pawns who made the monster’s walls.



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Vivisectors with poisoned hands,
Money-driven, cruel commands.
Hang the pawns who made the beast —
End the plague, and find release.



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Hybrid War

Herds of frightened fools abound,
Madness spilling all around,
Lies that only rotten ****
Swallow whole — no pause, no hum.

Barks, howls, screams — the box of lies
Breeds chaos, darkness in disguise.
This chaos, real and raw,
Used for psychic warfare’s law.

No more saving cash or gold,
This is war, its price is cold.
Idiots, neurotics’ pain —
Make the whole land numb and drained.

Killing isn’t best, they say —
Mines should maim, not take away,
So sons inherit scars and strife,
The crippled legacy of life.



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Madness floods, the fools comply,
Lies like poison fill the sky.
Maim, don’t **** — the war’s cruel game,
Legacy of pain and shame.



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Fun in the Madhouse

“A nightmare hour of fun,”
Awakening — just a spark.
A housewarming in the madhouse —
You’ve slipped into the dark.

Born into a madman’s Hell,
Is guilt or innocence to tell?
Joy in this loud, twisted home,
Right amid the war’s dark dome.

A war on Soul and Mind unfolds,
We’re plague to Earth, as truth foretold.
Three quarters — maybe more —
This madhouse fills to its core.

The layer of the wise grows thin,
While fools and madness reign within.



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Born in Hell, the madhouse roars,
Mind and Soul wage endless wars.
Few remain who see the light —
Lost within this endless night.



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Idiots

Clinical idiots all around,
You could fill ponds with fools unbound.
How to live ‘mid shattered minds,
And chase the goals one seeks to find?

It’s hard, but here’s the vital key:
Don’t argue, shun the misery.
Bring light to those who still can see —
Let wisdom fight this mockery.



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Idiots crowd, the world’s a mess.
Don’t fight — just shine, and nothing less.
Light up minds that still can hear —
The answer to this madness here.



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Decay by Lies

A joke:
A trial’s on. The judge inquires:
“Plaintiff, do you recognize
The man accused, who stole your ride?”
“Since his lawyer’s speech, I doubt it’s mine.”

After lawyer’s twisted speech,
TV’s madness, lies that preach,
So-called “scientist” and seer,
In robes that bring only sneer,

What remains is but deceit,
In minds, decay’s complete.
Like sheep led to the slaughter’s pen,
Lies grow, multiplied again.

The growth, the mass, the spreading blight,
Soon turns the world to endless night.
A global camp of rotting shame,
Where all the earth’s consumed by flame.

Forever here it will endure,
Generations stupid, sure,
Crawling low in shameful guise —
Decay makes traitors in disguise.



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Lies breed rot and endless shame,
Truth dissolves, consumed by flame.
Sheep led blind to darkest fate —
World decays beneath the weight.



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Global Cretinism

Idiots like crows descend,
Lies their only message send.
Total falsehood rules the day,
Reason’s stiff, begins to sway.

That small fraction left of mind
Rarely here is now to find.
Prison walls surround the Thought,
Spirit’s flame is barely caught.

All must fall, no sorrow kept —
This global prison’s cracked and swept.
Cataclysm soon will come,
Not much time to beat the drum.

And worldwide cretinism’s grip
Leaves no space for mercy’s sip.



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Crows of fools in lies entwined,
Reason’s gone, the soul confined.
Cataclysm’s near and grim —
No mercy for the world so dim.



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Swimming to Hell Amid the Ocean of Lies

Once there were “far distant lands” —
But all were smeared by slander’s hands.
Then everything was lost for good:
Spawn of evil lied as they stood.

Those creatures lie as breaths they take,
Yet truth we cannot seem to wake.
The whole of truth has drowned and died,
Beneath fierce propaganda’s tide.

In propaganda’s filthy sea,
So much foul stench and cruelty,
That all will drown — those ****, those fiends.
Only fools cheer on these scenes.

They don’t want thought, just obey,
Chew the lies and drift away.
In a world of dull-witted throngs,
The wise must dream of other songs.

But pride and scorn block every way —
So in this drift, we sink and sway,
To Hell we sink, too weak to strive,
Lazy souls can’t stay alive.



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Truth drowns deep in lies’ dark sea,
Fools rejoice in slavery.
Pride blocks paths to freedom’s shore —
So we sink forevermore.



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Sterlet and Inhuman Beasts

Body armor, helmet worn —
The slaughter rages full and torn.
Before, just masks to hide the face,
Like pike stalking carp in place.

Global fascism fools all throngs,
The wise gudgeon swims among.
To the fire, it’s gonna burn —
Inhuman kings will twist and turn.

If the beasts have bowed their heads,
Only slaughter lies ahead.
There’s a place for sterlet still,
But trapped within the global mill.

A world camp looms ahead,
“Care” on Reichstag’s walls is read.
A sign fools trust and bow to,
While madness reigns in darkened view.



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Armor on, the slaughter's near,
Fascist beasts bring doom and fear.
Only sterlet’s chance remains —
In this world of death and chains.



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Half a Dog

Football, hockey, pop — half-dog’s show,
Where intellect is running low.
Feed them "hay" and feed them "oats,"
From the news — chaos floats.

Add a false plague, war’s new game,
In school and college, lies proclaim.
Rule by falsehood every day —
Dull stumps will all obey.

They’ll believe and blindly go,
To slaughter like a sauna’s flow.
Taking with them those who think —
Down the dark abyss they sink.



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Half a dog, half a mind,
Fed with lies, the herd’s confined.
Blind to truth, they march away —
Taking light and hope astray.



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Desires and Such

Desires of a *******,
Long since off the charts.
Fascism’s just a trick,
But basically — all sharts.

The ******* rules this place,
With false wants to deceive.
They poison minds nonstop —
To hell with what they weave.

Chekist’s friend is deceit,
Lies are power’s core.
In this foggy, bleak world,
Only darkness pours.



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*******’s whims, lies that reign,
Fascist games, endless pain.
Chekist’s tools in shadows play —
Truth dissolves, lost in the fray.



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The Bottom

Russia’s bottom—deep and dark,
The war revealed but just a spark.
A massive shadow long has stayed,
Sheep virus showed the fools displayed.

It also showed the traitors’ ranks,
But wild beasts outdid all thanks—
No one thought to see the worst:
Oprichniks in cities cursed,

Shooting children, women, all,
Bringing joy to beasts who maul.
So that “country” stands in shame —
A pit, a hell, a burning flame.



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Russia’s depths—dark, cold, and grim,
War’s faint light can’t save or trim.
Beasts and traitors rule the day,
Hell on Earth, no hope, no way.



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Fascist Regimes

Don’t flirt with the REGIME,
Don’t trust their empty schemes.
All regimes are lies and pain —
Ruled by beasts who bring the bane.

Satanism’s their twisted creed,
For the “top” who sow the ****.
Chains are forged for you, their prey —
In Bedlam slow death holds its sway.

Turning men to beasts, they crawl,
Lies abound, the worst of all.
Fewer judges, cops grow mean,
Madness spreads in every scene.

Lies migrate through chaos wide —
World’s a madhouse, none to guide.
**** disguise as “kindly” guides,
Servants of the folks — their lies.

Don’t believe, build bonds instead,
Smash the lies that poison head.
No delay — autonomy claim,
Grow your strength and break their game.



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Regimes lie, beasts command,
Chains for you across the land.
Fight their lies — don’t trust, don’t kneel,
Build your strength and break their seal.



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Traitors and Snitches

Fooling nations, lies that bind,
Mockery, fear, and shame combined.
For fascist madmen, death’s not enough—
They want you stupid, dull, and rough.

To make a fool’s their wicked joy,
Become a traitor, snitch, their toy.
It only adds to their dark drive,
Soulless hearts that thrive to deprive.

Soullessness—their holy grail,
Idiots drunk on lies prevail.
Without a soul, no whim to spare,
They’re puppets tangled in despair.

This is what their masters crave—
Beasts who enslave and misbehave.
The snitch serves lies, a fog so thick,
But in the end, the fool’s the trick.

He’ll get nothing—join the heap,
With idiots, in darkness deep.
Snitches wiped like paper thin—
Rot and ruin from within.



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Traitors, snitches, soulless drones,
Feeding lies to break the bones.
In the end, they’ll all fall down—
Rotting kings without a crown.



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Scavengers

Positions aimed, locked tight—
In minds and lands alike.
Such here are brutal rites—
To crush all down to dust alike.

First strike the mind’s domain,
Then nothing stands in way.
A world ruled by fascist bane,
The people silent, led astray.

No people left to claim—
Traitors, fools, two-thirds the same.
Fed lies and rot until insane,
They charge again through flood and flame.

Attacking kin and near,
False plagues they spread in fear.
Like witches on their broom appear,
Propagandists prowl, drawing near.

They feed on carrion’s scent,
Injecting lies with vile intent.
Zombies ready, blindly bent—
A world lost, nearly spent.



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Scavengers hunt minds and lands,
Fascist grips with iron hands.
Lies injected, brains decay—
Zombies march, lost souls sway.



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The Führer and the Fool

The Führer nervously smokes —
Plans piled high in heaps.
Born of laziness and jokes,
Rot within that seeps.

The Führer dies, replaced,
A new one takes the throne.
The fool just stands, disgraced,
Endures the brutal drone.

Worse than Mussolini’s grip,
That seasoned fool remains —
So used to rot and lies that slip,
Drowned deep in endless chains.



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Führer burns with anxious breath,
Plans to bring the world to death.
Fool endures the toxic game —
Rot and lies, their deadly claim.



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Media and Whips

The media feed the ****’s delight,
To stench the world in endless blight.
They revel only in the smell—
Without the stink, no feast to tell.

Goats with horns jump wild and free,
Their fascist lackeys hold the key.
With whips they rule, the media worms,
Controlling fools in endless swarms.

That fascist ****, with no remorse,
Will crush or break with brutal force.
The sheep are mute, their minds all killed,
Reason gone, just chaos spilled.

The Spirit’s gone, replaced with sludge,
Where once were minds, now toxic sludge.
The sheep all dance in putrid haze,
While whips are stored for darker days.



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Media stench controls the herd,
Fascist whip commands the word.
Sheep are dumb, their minds all lost—
In the stink, they pay the cost.



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Structure Built of Lies

The haze dissolved? Not quite!
It lasted long, a rotten blight —
A mess of lies, an endless fight,
A structure forged in falsehood’s spite.

When lies spread deep, destruction’s seed,
From roof to base, the rot proceeds.
This rotten frame will surely fall,
Again, it’s bound to lose it all.

It’s fallen once, and many times—
Yet lies conceal the past’s hard crimes.
This latest falsehood’s broken through—
A sieve where all the lies come through.

Keep lying on, keep spinning tales—
The hour’s fixed; the system fails.
So thick with falsehood, fraud, disgrace,
No other end can take its place.



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Built on lies, the rotten frame,
Soon will fall, and bring the shame.
Falsehood floods, no truth survives—
Collapse is near, no hope survives.



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The Rashism Dilemma

A tangled, twisted dilemma brews —
Fascism’s scheme begins to lose:
What to do with memes grown old,
Themes worn out, and stories told?

Fascism needs more dumb design,
An endless drip to clog the mind.
A mental cleansing, cruel and grim—
That’s how rashism tries to cling.

To hold on just a little while,
Then flee the land with weary style.
For battle’s lost, no strength to fight—
Only surrender marks their plight.

The fall of fascism must bring
A cooling of the idiot ring.
So rashism dies, no tragic show—
Just fading fast, its final blow.



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Fascism’s scheme begins to crack,
Old memes no longer hold it back.
Dumbness forced to plug the mind—
Rashism’s end is near to find.



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The Propagandists’ False Agenda

Mimes — just passing by!
Into the woods! Don’t buy
The mask’s deceitful show,
No signs to guide them so—

Like scripted manuals,
For broken mentalals,
The liars listen close,
Deceiving friend and those.



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Mimes walk by — don’t fall for lies,
Masks hide truth behind their guise.
Scripts feed madness, false and grim,
Liars’ words corrupt the dim.



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The Slaughter of the Sheep

The slaughter of the sheep begins at dawn,
Too much filth on Earth — the lies go on.
The first vet comes to lead the way—
No need for drugs, just lies to sway.

For fascism, it’s all a gain,
Feeding lies that cause the pain.



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Sheep are culled at break of day,
Too much filth won’t fade away.
Lies serve fascist greed and game—
No cure, just feeding flame.



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Man to Man a Friend, and... Furry Brother

“Furry paw” commands the rule,
A satrap’s grip, cold and cruel.
Not “for” — but chained and led away,
Killed silent, stealthy, day by day.

“Friend” — just words on posters spread,
A wolf inside the zoo instead.
Brother? Furry, wild, and mad—
All of them are psychopaths.



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Furry Brother

Furry paw — the tyrant’s hand,
Silent **** across the land.
“Friend” — a wolf behind the door,
Brother? Psychopaths galore!



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Repeaters

"Drink the sludge, wear your muzzle,
Put on your helmet next —
In fascism, you’ll repeat a year,
On the third they’ll make you — livestock, vexed.

Just obey, swallow their lies,
Raise betrayal into cult’s might:
The traitor grins, your false “priest,”
He’ll lead you blind — you’re just a sprite.

At first they paint you like cattle,
Then erase to draw the ****.
And all is justified by lies —
For now, it’s lies that doom.**



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Hello...

Unbribable, untouchable
By vile creatures — hello!
An unfortunate imbecile
Answers, lost in sorrow.

We’ve worn out Nature’s patience —
World’s madhouse all around.
How low we’ve fallen, degraded —
All turned into cattle bound?

There will be Light! — the Sun will burn
This global madhouse down.
Not all will fall to scoundrels’ hands,
Nor rot as filthy clown.



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The Naked King

The "Naked King" — not new Führer, not beast,
Just a common cracked fool, his mind deceased.
Naked means nothing — the king’s just a slave,
Called so as all strength from the masses gave.

They call Darkness "civilization,"
Pretend “wise” are the common population,
Distracting all eyes from the cruel freaks’ reign,
Those mad demons who rule with disdain.

Everywhere “kind” and “royal” are found —
In foul stench, in dog food on the ground,
Called “nutrition,” the media’s foul scent —
A total mess, nonsense to the extent!

And there’s nothing left to clothe these beasts,
Mad ones wrapped in their delirious feasts.
In nauseous madness and lies they stew,
Like frogs, from reason not even a clue.

That trace of reason lost in the sand,
A narrow path where a caravan once planned.
Once frogs sat deep in the swampy slime,
Now they stew in vats of phony grime.




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The Passage

No man remains — just a strangling snake,
That squeezes, crushes, suffocates all in its wake.
There’s a passage: fools drift one way,
Traitors and liars the other way stray.

A steep path climbs to heights above,
Dangerous — for the rare ones with love,
Who won’t bow their necks to the yoke,
Nor sink in the mire of fear and lies spoke.

Only the few will reach that peak,
Among the many, it’s freedom they seek.
They’ll soar like birds, forever free,
Though no nests are built there, only liberty.



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Fuhrer’s Counter

Make a Geiger counter for lies,
Or it’s the end, no compromise.
Don’t touch that zombie-box — beware:
One touch, and you’re done — despair.

Like a bomb of megatons — two hundred strong,
This madness going on so long!
The fool believes, the noise goes loud —
He’s already dead, no mask allowed.

“Chemical defense” charade,
Masks, trash, helmets all displayed.
The fascist fiend with lies anew
Launches attacks — the sickest crew.
Igor Vykhovanets
Written by
Igor Vykhovanets  58/M/Moldova
(58/M/Moldova)   
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