Cargo Two Hundred

A “***** friend” — in quotes, you see —
Soon will claw your throat with glee.
And “love” long turned to habit cold;
You learned to bear it — quick, you’re sold.

To stomach evil’s “normal” here,
And it’s been so for many a year:
The Filthy Maw devours whole,
You’re told to “love” the bottom’s soul.

This Maw of “world” is never fed,
It eats the living and the dead.
It’s foul, it’s bleak, it reeks of shame,
While cripples rule this twisted game.

You vegetate without the Light —
A fairy tale, not daily sight.
In truth? The crowd’s just sick in head;
Put harsher — it’s pure BUNK instead.

PURE TOTAL BUNK. You’re in the Ward —
The Global Madhouse, full of fraud.
And you’ll behave, a meek dear lamb,
Accepting all the Beasts’ war scam,

Their orders and their “education” —
The Maw just chews at slower pacing.
Annihilation waits in line
For all the wretched, witless swine.

They showed it first with CowID —
A test run, just to see the greed.
The vermin will rejoice, emboldened,
If profits triple when they’re swollen.

They’ll wipe the last of Honor, Mind,
Of Spirit, Conscience, all refined.
Is this a world — or “Cargo Two”?
A mind — or Plague consuming you?



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World or Plague?

They’ve sold your mind, they’ve killed your will,
The Beasts devour, and feast their fill.
No honor left — the verdict’s true:
It’s Plague, not World. It’s Cargo Two.



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The Toad

State “administrator” —
We just call them Toads:
Waste is never hated,
Serving Beasts their loads.

Every vile command
They bring to breathing life,
Drowning in the swamp
Of falsehood they call “life.”

They run the mass-control,
Lead the sheep along;
Under Toads’ command
The whole process throngs.

Through CowID they cull —
You can’t sink much lower.
Toads or lice — what’s
The right name for that order?

Sixes of the Devil?
Certainly not kings.
Among themselves they squabble,
Greedy filthy things.

Grab your silver coin —
Sell it all, en masse!
With such foul submission
They’ll ride to Hell’s own pass.

Hell is finished, ready;
For the **** — a “paradise.”
And the herd deserves it
Once it bows to rot and lies.



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Toads of Power

Toads serve Beasts, they sell the land,
Hell’s their home — and that’s the plan.



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Negative Selection in the Global Zoo-Circus

The pig farm’s just a backup pen —
The trend today is sheep instead.
If you’re the best of sheepish men,
They’ll house you, fatten, keep you fed —

If you’ve learned all the sheep’s “science,”
Every trick in the circus zoo.
It’s no small game — compliance, silence,
And diving lower than you knew.

Rise too high — you’re quickly scrapped:
Negative selection’s rule.
Communists were once reshaped —
Now the cull’s through total bull.

The media shove pure swill your way;
If you refuse to drink it down,
You’re sent to pens for those who stray —
To prison cells or “clinics” bound.

There aren’t too many choices here —
The zoo was built by morons, blind.
But culling’s strict — the standard’s clear:
It’s fascist forces’ twisted line.

If you still wish to live as man,
You’re marked for trash, for quick removal;
It won’t take long — it’s in the plan:
The goal’s pure rot and foul approval.



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Zoo-Circus Rule

Rise too high — they cut you dead,
Rot and filth must rule instead.



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Tatiana’s Day

Let Tatiana’s Day
Last a hundred years —
The Shadow will fade,
No need for your tears.

Don’t waste your rage
On trifles and rot —
Life is a cage,
“Paradise” it is not.

The vermin spew bile
Through the zombie-screen,
Rot’s all the while
The true hell we’ve seen.

Hold fast your Soul —
Salvation’s in Hell;
In rot, hearts grow cold,
Where beasts swarm and dwell.

Seek out the true,
Though the search is rough,
Amid demons who spew
Their godless bluff.

The darkness will flee
When your spirit strives;
Outside “kin” and their lies
You can live happy lives.



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Tatiana’s Call

In Hell, hold fast — let spirit stay,
The dark will break — it’s Tatiana’s Day!



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CowID and the “Meat Assaults”

The “meat assaults” are their delight:
The more the Beasts can grind in fight
The tame, obedient, slavish fools,
The less they’ll spend on feeding schools.

To clear the land for filth anew,
A factory for the twisted crew —
That’s been the Beasts’ main goal for years,
The script well written, free of tears.

CowID was just a warm-up game;
They’ll run fresh “plagues” all the same,
For rule by fear is their true law,
And rot still spreads without a flaw…

To rot all minds until the beast
Replaces man — that’s their feast.
A charge is set beneath the base,
The Spirit tortured in its place.

For Spirit folk there is no room
Among the halfwits steeped in gloom.
Will Beasts here mold the herd again?
Yet Nature placed another strain —

A deadlier mine, that soon will tear
Them all in cataclysm rare,
And sum the centuries of crime,
Of fascist slaughter, filth, and grime.

Will Spirit folk have realms ahead
In other worlds? Truth must be said:
It’s doubtful — for too few have tried,
Too little strength, too much denied.



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Meat Assault

They grind the herd, they spread the plague —
The Beasts will choke on what they’ve made.



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Conspiracy of the Global Madhouse

A fool inside the madhouse lies,
Where’s the head doc? Out of sight —
Though screams and cries just fill the skies,
The nurses treat that fool outright:

All meds are “veggie,” nothing real,
Conditions harsh, cold as a stone.
Saving pennies is the deal —
Madness left without a home.

Shock tortures too, no less severe.
For fools inside, it’s hellish pain.
Complaints dissolve, no help is near,
While in the Sixth Ward’s cruel domain

The Führer wails among the sick,
A wretched psyche’s mournful sound.
But nurses keep their hopes so thick —
Soon violent ones will hang, they’ve found.

The food supply runs dangerously low,
Cockroaches prepped for those who fight.
The troublemakers get the show —
Just snot and water for their plight.

A fool inside the madhouse rots,
The stench, the screams, the endless cries —
And all the while, the chief, who plots,
Is just a dumb executioner’s guise.



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Madhouse’s Chief

The fool rots in their stinking ward,
The chief’s a dumb, cold executioner’s sword.



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Aiming Sharp at... Ancestors

They strike precise — at ancestors:
History’s a farce, a lie,
Bitter poison for the mind,
Dumbing us, they let us die.

Dumbed by false science’ chains —
Satan reigns, the king and god.
Fake religions’ endless pains —
Slavery’s cold, broken rod.

After all this mental twist —
No self left within the mind:
Just the patterns Evil’s gist
Pushes deep — a titan, blind.

From the start, they planned the snip —
Castrated fools remain:
Mind is bruised, the Spirit clipped,
Bound by countless minor chains.

These all weave a tangled net —
Nothing stronger holds a slave.
Prisons old and whips forget —
Total lies now reign and rave.

The chains hold tighter than before —
Slave fast bound, no chance to flee.
Feeding off the slave’s last core —
Beasts of Hell — they drain him free.

So life’s a hollow, ghostly sham —
Its mimicry alone.
Void without resistance stands —
And fills the mind with drone.

Delirium in all awake —
The mark of rot and death.
That’s why slaves do not rebel —
The mind’s a prisoner of breath.



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Mind Shackled

False science binds, the spirit dies,
Slave minds trapped beneath their lies.



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Permanent Fascism

They shout, “Buryats gone!” —
While a Khokhol kills them all.
Buryats shine bright light,
Khokhol’s darkness stands tall.

Fascism twists all truth,
Years pass, minds don’t grow strong.
Fascism’s a constant,
Being yourself is wrong.

Buryat or Prussian —
They all march to slaughter.
Coward? Prison waits —
No chance for the softer.

Fascist rule’s total,
Worldwide it grips the soul.
How low can you fall?
Into ****’s black hole.

Every people, ****,
Call the beasts in power.
People or rabble?
No thought — no power.

So rabble you remain.
All get what they deserve:
To prison, to waste,
Servants of the perverse.



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Fascism’s Grip

Fascism grinds all minds to dust,
Turns proud souls into the rust.



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Rot

Rot’s style is stubborn, thick, and slow,
Relentless lies that poison so,
Mixed with dread and anxious weight —
A vile cocktail sealed by fate.

Worries, fears that choke and bind:
In fear, in haze, the weak aligned —
Not people, but a feast prepared,
For Beasts that prey and never cared.

The whole bright world becomes a dish,
Where Beasts impose their toxic wish,
Through media and “education” —
A twisted, cruel preparation.

False science, fake religion’s chains,
Bind minds in ever-tightening pains.
Art’s all sold, no true escape —
Few exceptions break the shape.

Know this truth — you’re trapped in Hell,
And waiting lines prepare the fell.
The simple mind can only see
The backs of those before in queue.

The sharper mind will glimpse much more:
The filth, the lies, the hidden war.
Strengthen Spirit, sharpen mind —
Leave behind the cursed blind.

Escape the queue of servile throng,
Seek freedom where the rot is gone.



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Rot’s End

Strengthen mind and spirit’s flame,
Escape the rot, break free from shame.



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Internet Dump and Digital Death Camp

Click-click-click — the fool’s clicked “like”
On garbage from the Dump’s dark side.
“Eat the trash!” — get your rations tight
In camp’s harsh grip, the fool’s allied.

Virtual world, but real abyss —
The bottom shown by muzzled cries.
Before fascism, all dismissed —
Our fool repeats, doomed to demise.

History’s lessons wash away
Like water off a goose’s back.
Only “pros” get their obeyed way —
Greed’s disease won’t lose its track.

Stupidity, envy, greed —
The base of all control’s design.
Cowardice again will lead —
And fascism will realign.

The Phoenix myth of fascism —
Elsewhere decay and madness reign.
Look wider — dumbness’ prism
Turns all sane minds insane.

Dumbing down’s the industry here,
Madness bred with patience vast.
Only few oppose the smear —
But few can stand this deadly blast.

Those few, a drop lost at sea.
So farewell, Dump of lies and filth.
The Digital Death Camp will be
The throne that slashes reason’s wilt.

Freedom, honor — all will bleed,
The last remains cut cold and deep.
Meanwhile fools still crave the feed —
In this rotten Dump they creep.



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Digital Doom

Fools feast on filth, the Dump’s their throne,
The Death Camp reigns, no mind alone.



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More Alive Than All, or The Grand Lie

Lies live strong — from top to base,
Foundations built, no whim or case.
Lies run wild, know no degree —
CowID shows their tyranny.

False science boldly pushes trash,
Fragile minds fall in the crash.
Mocked without restraint or shame,
Phantoms born to fuel the game.

“Thoughts” now rest on shaky ground,
Darkness hunts the truths once found —
Spiritual depths held above,
The mind’s supreme, the gift of love.

Wipe pure Spirit from the “known,”
Fascist filth will take the throne.
Without Spirit’s sacred light,
Mind’s torn holes **** human sight.

That hole’s the Spirit’s absence space.
Without it, all are soft like paste.
Satan molds malformed clay —
Lies are chains that bind the prey.

Lies total, global, wide,
Their goal to break your will inside.
Meek souls herded to the camp —
By lies’ cold hand, the final clamp.

The Lie’s universal scope,
A fatal thread, no hope, no rope.
Doomed is all the world may be,
If lies scent like myrrh to thee.

But sense, that “sniff,” that primal tool,
Reveals the evil’s lying rule.
Turn on your intuition bright —
Expose the Darkness’ lying blight.



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The Grand Lie

Lies rule all — to break your will,
But Spirit’s voice can break the seal.



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“Meat Assaults” Are the Goal, Not Means

“Meat assaults” — the goal, not tool
Of this wretched orcish war.
These orcs have nowhere left to run —
Their country’s gone long before.

A colony of cargo-fascism,
A heap of filth and rotting grime.
Orc brains are filled with forced enema,
By Beasts who rule this cruel crime.

These enemas squeeze out all thought,
The orc is ready for all that’s naught —
For nonsense only, blind and mad!
Their new Führer’s just a party comrade.

One and the same old tale he preaches,
Like communists from days gone by.
Though promises numbered thousands,
Orcs forget — their memories dry.

Short minds serve the Beasts’ cruel game,
No escape from Hell’s fierce flame.
Only burning filth can end the pain —
Cataclysms will cleanse the stain.

Through them, the Armageddon’s born,
But for now — fascism’s scorn
Spreads worldwide, a choking blight,
Darkness ruling every night.



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Meat Assault

Orcs march blind, their minds are sold,
Fascism’s grip — corrupt and cold.



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For Yourself, Loving Each Stanza

Write for yourself, each stanza dear,
Like cherished child, through strength and strain.
Though health and power may disappear,
The joy will ease the growing pain.

A fierce new poem will be born,
Though weariness will come at last.
But darkness, decay you’ve worn —
Turn these truths to verses cast.

Few write of such things today,
Fools won’t value what you say.
So claim your niche for minds awake —
A path that’s hard, for your own sake.

The climb’s a hell, the fight is long,
If writing just for self you choose.
In the end you’ll know your song —
Your life is not a waste or ruse.

Always one true judge remains —
Yourself alone, your sovereign key.
Or did you open evil’s chains,
And serve its will for all to see?

If you conform to crowd’s dull sway,
Bound by rot and evil’s might —
Then write for you, break chains away,
Let all your poems be your fight.



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Write for You

Break your chains, write loud and free,
Let your soul define your key.



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Pseudoscience

A curse — the ***** called pseudoscience —
Has lodged itself inside the mind.
To scrape the nonsense off — defiance,
The roots of lies so well entwined.

They toss aside vast facts with ease —
Doom theories old and new.
Yet dumb us down as they please —
Once fooled, you’re lost, it’s true.

Believing beasts who claim “theory,”
You’ve surely perished deep inside:
The Spirit’s scrubbed from infancy,
By waves of lies so vast, so wide.

Total lies, impudent and stark,
Are poured upon your blinded soul.
Forgetfulness becomes the mark
Of lifeless shells, the rotten whole.

So “normal” now is this decay —
A world that lost its Spirit’s core,
Turned into Satan’s foul display,
A toilet for the stupid’s roar.

The world is just a cesspool, yes —
Because the fools are in the lead.
False religions clear the mess,
Their triumph planted like a seed.

Satanism spreads everywhere,
Hence fascism grips the land.
Obedient Judas’ stare —
They lead the mass, a stupid band.

Idiotcy grows year by year,
Pseudoscience fuels the flame.
Follow Hell’s mad mob? No fear —
Say NO to this wicked game!

Boldly turn inside your heart —
There lies the one true test and key:
Are you a mindless, tainted part,
Or something else that longs to be?

Pseudoscience says: “You’re lost.”
But tell the liars “NO!” at last —
To all those traitors, sold and crossed,
Reject their lies, hold firm, stand fast!



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Pseudoscience’s Lie

Pseudoscience chains your mind,
But truth and Spirit you can find.



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The Bottom

Pythagoras’ theorem,
Or some Ash-Two-Zero dream,
Soon will be the knowledge ceiling —
A bottomless dark regime.

Dumbing down has pierced the veil.
The Beast’s goal: stop all thought.
All is stitched and tightly sealed —
Soon they’ll only “treat” the rot.

If dull, any fake-virus
Will infect your mind’s domain.
Lies spread total, deceiving,
Killing fools like pouring rain.

Dividing all is easy —
War TV’s battle cries,
Fake “facts” and provocations —
They flood the weak with lies.

If the people cannot bond,
They’ll devour, march ahead,
Attack “enemies” in frenzy —
A sick world’s future, dead.

Pythagoras’ theorem,
Or Ash-Two-Zero lore...
Too late to hide in burrows,
For Evil reigns once more.

But here’s the catch for villains —
Though they rule with iron hand,
The sun scorches this rotten mess,
Burning Hell across the land.

Wars, CowID — “they’ll pass, just smoke.”
But if everywhere there’s ****,
They’ll burn it all to ashes,
Save only souls unsold and numb.

To few who kept their spirit whole,
Who didn’t sell or drown their mind.
For crooked madmen sold and lost —
New Hell awaits, cold and blind.



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The Bottom Line

The fools burn all, but few remain —
Souls strong and free beyond the flame.



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His Majesty the Fraud

Do you feel the fraud within
So many “holy” things around?
Well, here fraud’s the god and king —
In your “dreams” it’s also found.

No dreams here worth holding on —
Filth, disgrace, and shame remain.
What’s left then? Lie on and on —
Your mind killed by falsehood’s chain.

You’ll lie well, and they will trust,
In lies you’ll find a weak relief.
In servile fate, crushed and crushed,
You’ll seek “love” and “friendship” brief.

But it’s all a cruel deceit —
To keep despair at bay again.
You’ll soften all your judgment’s seat —
Miss fraud’s mask, take lies as “gain.”

Yet this is but prelude grim —
Wilder madness waits ahead.
The world shakes, delirium’s rim —
CowID’s truth coldly said.

**** begins their cruel reign —
You’ll be crushed beneath their wave.
Wars, CowID — the Beast’s domain —
Many ways to make you slave.

If you don’t reject the lie,
You will die, blind moles in ground,
Seeing only tunnels nigh,
No paths to the light are found.

The madman takes the fraud’s reply
As answer to each pressing quest —
And light forever slips on by —
Only suffering will rest.

Dumb herds mowed in endless rows,
While the fraud lord’s power grows.



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Fraud’s Reign

Fraud rules lies, the mind’s deep rot,
Reject the false — or be forgot.



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The Blockhead

The blockhead can’t live without control —
He won’t think, it’s easier so.
Here only tyrants hold the role,
Replacing minds too weak to grow.

The blockhead fears — the tyrant thrives,
Feeds fear to find “a way to save.”
A provocateur arrives,
To help enslave the dull and grave.

Create a problem, then propose
A “solution” to the fools, quick.
Increasing pressure as it grows,
Generations bow and stick.

They serve the “good,” or so they say,
Adorn all filth with pretty names.
The **** accepted day by day —
The blockhead plays their stupid games.

The blockhead trusts — so lies command,
The herd controlled with cunning ease.
“Deceive me not” — the poets stand,
While illusions never cease.

The blockhead holds a grudge, yet aims
His anger only at the weak.
Truth sticks in throat like stubborn flames —
Flags and slogans mute the meek.

To wretched crowds the truth won’t reach —
Only memes spread chaos fast.
The herd’s confusion none can breach —
The blockhead’s reign is built to last.

The blockhead thinks the tyrant cares
For flocks beneath his ruthless eyes...
I end this song — with curses, swear,
To **** this world’s false, rotten guise.



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Blockhead’s Reign

Blockheads bow, their minds shut tight,
Tyrants rule through fear and blight.



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For Whom the Bell Tolls?

A bell of lies? No, just a chime —
It rings inside your very soul.
If this goes on much more in time,
The world will die, become a hole.

Few hear the bell — no heart remains,
A pandemic of empty souls.
So it’s not peace, but strangling chains,
A sickness deep, with fractured goals.

Here mindless fools make up the mass,
And fascism holds its reign.
They worship filth, no change — alas,
Only stickers shift the stain.

For ages fools devour the lies
Fed by the beasts who hold the throne.
With falsehood’s cloak, all truth soon dies —
They lead the world to break and groan.

CowID showed this first cruel round,
The beast takes lead with hungry grin.
If you don’t hear the warning sound —
You’re **** that feeds on **** within.

This rot will fuel the next fierce war,
Then famine, plague, a world gone foul.
Replaced by cattle, humans poor —
The stage burns out, then darkness growls.

Darkness thickens — Armageddon’s near,
The fools hide in holes, obey the lie.
They call deceit the law sincere —
While truth is crushed beneath the sky.

Bell, oh bell, tear soul apart —
It’s impossible to bear no more
The bloodied dark that grips the heart,
A world that’s lost its sacred core.



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The Bell’s Cry

The bell rings loud inside your chest —
No more lies, no more rest.



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The Grill, or Global Warming

Fighting sorrow — **** hard task,
No poems help, no words will last,
All’s a sham and all’s a mask,
Lies and fools have worn us fast.

Loneliness screams out the tale,
Madness in the world’s cruel sway,
Absurdities mow good to pale,
For evil’s throne, they clear the way.

Though black and white may mark the score,
Satan’s power rules the scene,
“Changes” lead to rot much more —
Falling deeper, sinks the mean.

Everywhere the lowest pit —
Yet must fall below the floor.
Madness of the media’s spit —
Lies and stench, a toxic roar.

Through the press, war marches on,
Clownish leaders on parade,
Propaganda’s endless con,
World’s diseased, a twisted shade.

Few among the foolish crowd
Can escape this choking sea.
Rotting flesh beneath a shroud —
Beasts prevail in misery.

The beasts believe the grill’s prepared,
“Plenty meat!” — their foolish cheer.
Mistake! They’ll all be seared,
Though oppression’s long and drear.

But all ends, the final call —
The grill speeds up, the soul runs dry.
When the spirit starts to fall,
Only roasting flesh will lie.



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Grill’s End

Beasts feast now — but flames will rise,
Souls burn out beneath false skies.



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Aggregates

"Once the wanderer Uttiya asked Buddha: does Dharma offer release
For all the world, or just its half, or maybe one-third at least?
Buddha gave no answer there — perhaps the question’s flawed and torn:
For beings meant to be released are but aggregates, attachments worn."
— Bhikkhu Khantipallo


We all are just aggregates,
Sludge of bindings, chains and lies,
In the grasp of vile parasites,
Feeding on deceit's disguise.

We’re crazy empty vessels,
**** poured deep where thoughts should grow,
Lice crawl in the mental mess —
Consciousness crushed down below.

But Spirit, you’re essence pure —
Cast off all this earthly pain,
All the “need” that binds and lures:
Soul’s torment, bound in chains.

Strive to break the slavish pen,
Though it’s no mere dream you face —
The stench of that den rots your soul,
Leaving barely any trace.

Listen not to fools around —
Spirit’s survival is key,
Through destruction of the madhouse,
More urgent now must be.

Fascism thrives in lies’ flame,
Decay is plain to see:
Filth has turned two thirds insane,
A twisted misery.

This madness has always been,
But now it’s super-sized,
Most here like walking corpses seem,
With vacant, deadened eyes.

Go inward — answers lie
Within the silent core.
Then fight outside, don’t fear decay,
Madness is nothing more.

In struggle, you’ll save your soul,
Even Buddha passed beyond,
In this world of endless lies,
Fear and falsehoods spawn the bond.

Cast out fear and every cheat,
Bring to near and far the Light,
To this ******, insane world’s street —
The infernal endless night.



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Break the Chains

We’re slaves to lies, lost in the slime,
But Spirit fights beyond the crime.
In darkness deep, bring forth the light —
Within the soul begins the fight.



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To the Aging Children

Where does childhood disappear?
Nowhere, really — just a lie!
All we inherit is the fear
Of ******* masked to blind the eye,

A ******* dressed in layers deep
Of lies that flood the mental stream.
Evil propaganda creeps,
Polluting minds, corrupts the dream.

The school’s a factory of dumb,
Grinding down the spirit’s flight.
Not for fun, but to succumb,
Years drop deep into the night.

The truth is this: endure the pain —
That’s what’s taught, to bear the wrong.
Aging children must explain
Themselves, and where they belong.

For all you get as “reward” here —
A stinking hole to hide and rot,
A life that’s cheap, and bought with fear,
A patch of dirt, a miser’s plot.

Again the same old childish game
That cheers the cruel pack of fiends,
The pack that strips away your name,
And weaves with lies their filthy schemes.

That pack is all inhuman breed,
And every one their slave and pawn.
Their lies soft-spread to sow the seed,
But graves await when hope is gone.

Or elders lost in madness dwell,
So wake! Fight back the rotten blight!
Though poison’s strong, resist its spell,
And fight at last with all your might!

To grow up means to understand:
You are the Spirit, mind’s just flame,
Taught to lie by cruel command,
That body’s all you have to claim.

And so the **** will place the chain,
But break their lies with courage clear.
The path unfolds when you look in —
The ego shrinks, the way begins.

The road of grown-ups: despair,
A constant fight against the wrong.
For others, wild, with none to care —
The wretched slaves who just belong.



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Rise, Aging Child

Childhood’s gone — no place to hide,
Slaves to lies, the world’s dark tide.
Spirit wakes — break ego’s chain,
Fight the poison, smash the pain.



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What Is Madness?

"God forbid I lose my mind —
Better staff and madman’s bind;
Better toil and hunger’s strife.
Not that I prized reason’s reign,
Nor that parting brought me pain,
When it left my life.

If they freed me, cast away,
I would plunge into the fray —
Into forests dark and wild.
I would sing in blazing dreams,
Lost within the smoke and gleams
Of strange and restless child."
— Pushkin, 1833


It’s done — the world has lost its way,
Amid the lies and filth’s decay.
That vile fiend has long been here,
Spreading dullness far and near.

He poisons children’s tender minds,
While schools ignore the signs.
They do not see what they create —
A program to dull and break.

The fiend writes scripts to make us herd,
A zoo of madness, lost and blurred,
Where man’s a wolf in schema’s trap,
And teachers’ voices long have snapped.

No truth can break the iron code,
Half-lies taught, the same old road.
More lies grow dense within each head —
Only grammar drills, false science spread.

Keep tension high, stir up the fear,
Say neighbors are the foe, not near.
Add ideologies that bite —
And soon the herd will march to fight.

It’s always been this way before —
Mad fools led blindly to the gore.
The sane are called the ones insane —
Ignore, protect your mind’s domain.

So God, let me go mad for good —
The world’s gone mad, as it should.
Here logic still will be your guide —
Escape the madhouse far and wide!

The darkness shrouds the world so deep —
Awake! Time’s short, no chance to sleep.
A reckoning will sweep away
The madhouse haze of our decay.

But to a Higher World you’ll rise
If Spirit’s strong and doubting eyes
Have passed the slaves who serve the lie —
A new, pure world will greet your sky.



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What Is Madness?

God forbid I lose my mind —
Better chains than being blind;
Better hunger, pain, and strife
Than this fake-*** sane-*** life.
I never prized my reason’s reign,
Nor feared to break its chains.

If they cut me loose today,
I’d plunge headfirst and blaze away
Into the dark and twisted woods,
Singing loud in blazing moods —
Lost in smoke, in madness’ fire,
Chasing dreams that never tire.

The world’s gone mad, it’s plain to see,
Drowned in lies and filth’s disease.
That ******* fiend has long been here,
Spreading numbness, fear, and sneer.

He poisons kids with dumbed-down code,
Schools don’t know they’re killing hope.
A program made to crush the mind,
To keep the slaves forever blind.

The ******* scripts a zoo of fools,
A madman’s game, a broken rule.
Where man’s reduced to beast and scheme,
And teachers silent, lost in steam.

Truth crushed under lies so thick,
Fake science taught with ***** tricks.
Memorize your pointless drills,
While freedom dies, the poison spills.

Pump the fear, sow hate and rage,
Call your neighbor a ****** plague.
Add more lies, more ***** games,
Soon the herd’s in ****** flames.

Always been this way before —
Madmen lead us to the gore.
The sane are called the crazed and mad,
Ignore their lies — protect what’s had.

So God, let me be mad and raw —
This world’s a freak show, rotten core.
Logic’s flicker, dim but true,
Break out of this mental zoo!

Darkness choking all around —
Wake the hell up, hear the sound.
Chaos coming, smash this cell,
Madhouse hell, a living hell.

But if your spirit’s tough and wise,
If you see through their crooked lies,
You’ll rise beyond this poisoned game —
A new world’s waiting, free from shame.



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What Is Madness?

God forbid I lose my mind —
Better shackles than this grind;
Better pain, starvation’s hell,
Than this polished, fake-*** shell.
Never prized my reason’s cage,
Nor mourned its end at any age.

Set me loose — I’ll dive headfirst
Into the twisted, choking worst,
Scream and howl in blazing rage,
Lost inside the madman’s cage.

The world’s a cesspit, rotted deep,
Drowned in lies that never sleep.
That ******* fiend’s been here for years,
Pushing numbness, pain, and fears.

He poisons kids with dumbed-down trash,
Schools turn brains to rotten mash.
A coded plague to crush the soul,
Keep all the slaves under control.

That fiend scripts the zoo of fools,
World turned circus, broken rules.
Man reduced to wolf and prey,
Teachers silent, led astray.

Truth is buried under slime,
Fake science poisons every time.
Learn your scripts, ignore the lies —
Freedom’s dead, no more replies.

Feed the fear, spread hate and scorn,
Call your brother “****** and torn.”
Pile on lies, pump up the hate,
Soon the herd will march to fate.

This circus ain’t no new thing —
Madmen rule, pulling strings.
Sane are mad, insane are sane,
Fight their madness, break the chain.

So God, let madness take my mind —
In this sick world, it’s all I find.
Logic flickers, dim and weak —
But it’s the truth the liars seek.

Darkness spreads, choking tight —
Wake the **** up, join the fight.
Chaos rises, hell unleashed —
Time to shatter this disease.

If your spirit’s strong and clear,
See through lies, refuse the fear,
You will rise beyond this hell —
A new world waits where truth will dwell.



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What Is Madness?

*******, don’t let me lose my ******* mind —
Better a chain than this ******* grind.
Better hunger, pain, or savage hell,
Than live inside this polished cell.
Never gave a **** 'bout reason’s cage,
Nor cried when it burned in rage.

Set me loose — I’ll plunge headfirst
Into this ******-up, choking worst,
Scream and howl like hell’s own spawn,
Lost inside this madman’s dawn.

The world’s a festering, rotten pit,
Saturated deep with every ****.
That ******* *******’s ruled for years,
Feeding numbness, pain, and fears.

He poisons kids with dumbed-down ****,
Schools turn brains to ******-up grit.
A coded plague to **** the soul,
To keep us all beneath control.

That sick **** scripts the circus show,
Where fools parade and madness grow.
Man’s reduced to beast and prey,
Teachers silent, led astray.

Truth’s buried deep beneath the slime,
Fake science kills us every time.
Learn your scripts, swallow the lies —
Freedom’s dead and buried, guys.

Feed the fear, pump hate and scorn,
Call your brother “****** and torn.”
Stack the lies, stoke the flame,
Soon the herd will march to shame.

This circus? Been this ******* way —
Madmen pull the strings each day.
Sane are mad, and mad are sane,
Fight their chaos, break the chain.

******* it, let madness take my mind —
In this sick world, what else to find?
Logic flickers, weak and small —
Truth’s the only rebel call.

Darkness spreads, choking tight —
Wake the **** up, join the fight.
Chaos rising, hell unleashed —
Time to crush this ******* beast.

If your spirit’s strong and clear,
Cut through lies, reject the fear,
You will rise beyond this hell —
A new world waits where truth will dwell.



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What Is Madness?

******* it, don’t let me ******* lose my mind!
Better a stick or shackles — than this **** we’re trapped inside.
**** your reason, **** your lies,
I’d rather burn beneath these skies.

Set me free, let me tear apart
This ******-up world and broken heart.
I’ll scream and rave in raging hell,
Drown in this madman’s cursed spell.

The world’s a sewer, **** and slime,
Ruled by ******* wasting time.
That filthy ******’s grinning wide,
Feeding lies and killing pride.

He dumbs down kids with poisoned schools,
Turns brains to mush, makes fools of fools.
A virus coded deep and mean —
To crush the soul, wipe minds clean.

That twisted ******* writes the rules,
Turns humans into ******* tools.
Teachers shut — all lips are sewn,
Truth’s been buried, crushed, and thrown.

Fake science, fake belief,
All designed to steal relief.
Keep the sheep locked in their pens,
Feed their fear again and again.

Pump the hate, shove the lies,
Watch the herd obey and rise.
Fill the heads with poison thought,
March the fools to slaughter bought.

This circus’ been a ******* joke,
Where madmen pull the strings and choke.
Smart ones called insane and cursed,
Fight back or die, or be the worst.

So let the madness take my mind!
In this ******-up world, what else to find?
Logic’s dead, truth’s outlawed,
But I’ll be the last one flawed.

Darkness swallows whole and fast —
Wake the **** up, break this cast!
Chaos coming, hell unleashed —
Time to **** this filthy beast!

If your spirit’s strong and wild,
Cut the lies and **** the child —
Of blind obedience, fear, and hate,
A new world’s knocking at the gate.



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What Is Madness?

******* it, don’t let me lose my ******* mind!
Better chains, a stick, or straight-up bind —
Than live inside this hellish grind,
Where reason’s dead, and truth’s declined.

Set me free, let me tear apart
This filthy plague that kills the heart.
I’ll scream, I’ll burn in raging hell —
Drown deep in chaos’ cursed spell.

This world’s a stinking cesspool’s slime,
Ruled by vermin, dumb as crime.
That filthy ******* laughs and mocks,
Peddling poison, spinning shocks.

He dumbs down kids with poisoned schools,
Turns brains to sludge, makes fools of fools.
A viral program, sick and mean —
To **** the soul and wipe it clean.

That twisted ****** writes the rules,
Turns humans into mindless tools.
Teachers gagged, mouths sewn shut tight,
Truth buried deep in endless night.

Fake science, fake religions breed,
Chains of lies to feed their greed.
Lock the sheep inside their pens,
Feed their fear and break their pens.

Pump hate, shove lies down their throats,
Drive the herd like ******* goats.
Fill their heads with twisted schemes,
March the fools to butchered dreams.

This circus is a ******-up joke,
Where madmen pull the strings and choke.
Smart ones branded crazed and cursed —
Fight or die, or become the worst.

So let madness take my mind!
In this ******-up world, no truth to find.
Logic’s dead, the sane are outlaws,
I’ll stand alone and break these laws.

Darkness swallows whole and fast —
Wake the **** up! Break free at last!
Chaos comes, hell’s gates flare wide —
Time to crush the filth and lies.

If your spirit’s fierce and wild,
Cut the chains, **** the inner child —
Of blind obedience, fear, and hate.
A new world waits beyond the gate.



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What Is Madness?

******* it, don’t let me ******* lose my mind!
Better chains and madness, pain confined,
Than rot in this cesspool of deceit —
Where liars trample reason beneath their feet.

Set me loose, let me tear this cursed hell apart,
Scream my rage, bleed the poison from my heart!
A world gone mad, ruled by vile vermin’s lies,
Where truth is buried under oceans of disguise.

That *******’s dug deep into innocent brains,
Injecting poison that forever stains.
He’s a filthy coder of our mental death,
Stripping souls of life with every breath.

Schools turned into factories of dumb,
Brains slaughtered silent, voices numb.
Teachers gagged, truth drowned in lies,
Feeding monsters grown in our demise.

Fake science, fake gods — chains forged in fire,
The devil’s playground, humanity’s pyre.
They herd us like cattle, blind and enslaved,
Feeding on fear — the weak, depraved.

Lies flow thick like a plague from their mouths,
Controlling the herd, leading them south.
Provoking hatred, fueling despair,
Driving the masses to slaughter and snare.

Smart ones are madmen, insane outcasts,
While fools march dumbly to their ****** pasts.
Wake the **** up or drown in the flood,
Of lies, deceit, and poisoned blood.

Let madness consume what’s left of my mind!
In this ******-up world, no truth to find.
Logic dead, reason shot and tossed —
I’ll burn the whole ******* system to dust.

Darkness thickens, suffocates all light,
But I’ll fight on, through endless night.
If your spirit’s steel and your will is fire,
Cut your chains, rise up from the mire!

This world’s a slaughterhouse, full of traitors and slaves,
But beyond the ashes, a new dawn raves.
Fight the madness, shatter the cage —
Claim your soul, break free from this rage!



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What Is Madness? (Inferno of Truth)

******* it, don’t let me lose my ******* mind!
Better chains and raging madness, confined,
Than rot in this cesspool of lies and filth —
Where liars crush reason with merciless guilt.

Set me free — I’ll tear down this vile domain,
Scream in the blaze, bleed the poison and pain!
A world deranged, ruled by vermin and snakes,
Truth buried deep beneath their crooked stakes.

That *******’s poisoned our children’s pure brains,
Injected venom, shackled in chains.
A filthy coder scripting mental decay,
Killing our spirits with every play.

Schools turned slaughterhouses of thought,
Brains butchered silent, souls sold and bought.
Teachers gagged by falsehood’s cold blade,
Truth exiled, in darkness betrayed.

Fake science, fake gods — chains forged in fire,
The devil’s playground, humanity’s pyre.
Herding us blind, like cattle to slaughter,
Feeding on terror, corrupt sons of slaughter.

Lies flood like plague from their poisoned tongues,
Controlling the herd with venomous lungs.
Provoking hate, feeding despair,
Driving the masses into the snare.

The smart are madmen, insane and cursed,
While fools blindly march to the worst.
Wake the **** up or drown in this flood,
Of deceit, corruption, and poisoned blood.

Let madness consume what’s left of my mind!
In this ******-up world, no truth to find.
Logic dead, reason shot to hell —
I’ll torch this ******* system, break the spell!

Darkness thickens, snuffs out the light,
But I’ll fight on through endless night.
If your spirit’s steel and your will’s fire,
Cut your chains, rise up from the mire!

This world’s a slaughterhouse, full of lies and slaves,
But beyond the ashes, a new dawn raves.
Fight the madness, shatter the cage —
Claim your soul, unleash the rage!



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Madness? Hell Yeah — The World’s a Burning Shitstorm

******* it, don’t spare me sanity’s chains!
Better hellfire, pain, and unhinged brains
Than rot in this cesspit of lies and ****,
Where every truth’s butchered, every soul’s numb.

Unleash me wild, I’ll rip through their lies,
Scream madness in bloodshot eyes!
This world’s a freakshow, a carnival of hate,
Built by the vermin who script our fate.

They injected poison into our kids’ minds,
Turned innocence into shackled grinds.
A filthy ******* codes mental decay,
Spinning their web to keep us their prey.

Schools? Torture chambers where spirits are crushed,
Silent screams lost in the system’s hush.
Teachers gagged, truth buried deep,
In the shallow graves where the masses sleep.

Fake science, fake gods — chains forged by liars,
A satanic circus fueled by pyres.
Herding us dumb, cattle for slaughter,
Feed on our terror, choke out our laughter.

Lies spew like venom from serpent tongues,
Tightening nooses round the young.
Fomenting hate, stoking despair,
Feeding the madness that’s everywhere.

The sane are called mad, cursed to be ******,
While fools dance blind in the devil’s hand.
Wake the **** up or rot in this hell,
Drowning in lies, in your own private cell.

I’ll welcome madness to save what’s left,
In this ******* nightmare, bereft of cleft.
Logic’s dead, reason’s blown to bits —
Time to torch the *******, burn all the *****!

Darkness thickens, but I’ll fight through the smoke,
Piercing the veil where the spirit chokes.
If your will is steel and your heart a flame,
Break your chains, rise from the shame!

This world’s a slaughterhouse — lies and decay,
But beyond this inferno, there’s a new day.
Fight the madness, rip off the mask,
Claim your soul, unleash the task!



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Inferno Rising — The Mad Blaze Within

I don’t need your sanity — **** that cage!
Better to burn in unchained rage,
To rip apart the lies and decay,
And torch the world in a hellish blaze.

They bred a plague inside our heads,
Fed us poison, lies, and dreads.
Turned children into hollow shells,
Trapped in their sick, infernal hells.

Their schools? Torture dens for the soul,
Where truth is crushed beneath control.
Where teachers mumble half-truth’s lies,
While Darkness spreads and reason dies.

Science rotted, faith turned black,
Chains of falsehoods hold us back.
Satan’s puppets pull the strings,
Feeding venom, tightening rings.

Madness is the only sane reply —
When hope’s just smoke and faith is dry.
The world’s aflame with blind deceit,
A circus of clowns that preach defeat.

But I’ll ignite the ******* spark,
A wildfire raging in the dark.
No cage, no chains — just scorching truth,
A cleansing fire to purge the youth.

If you want real lava, real fire — say the word, and I’ll blast it to the stars.
This is the rage that burns the false gods down to ash.
Are you ready to watch the pyre?



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Funeral Pyre

Burn it all — the rotten heap,
Lies that crawl and demons creep.
Feed the fire, fan the flame,
Turn to ash their cursed name.

Here’s the pyre for falsity,
For the plague of vanity.
Every chain, each twisted lie,
Crackling flames consume the sky.

This world’s a sick, decayed facade,
Built on fraud and endless fraud.
Governed by the stench of ****,
Where the worst have overrun.

We toss their darkness on the fire,
Fuel the blaze with raw desire.
No mercy for the corrupted breed,
Only death for their deceit.

Ashes rise — the cleansing breath,
Purging lies, defying death.
From this pyre, the spirit wakes,
Born anew, no more fakes.

Let the fire rage and roar,
Till lies exist no more.
Funeral pyre, burning high —
Torch the demons in the sky.



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Element of Verses

Poetry — an Element,
Drowning deep is law.
Only daring poets
Fight the greedy maw.

Even if called “hero”
By dark’s own slave,
A howl of evil propaganda—
Seal of the super-slave.

Publicly consumed,
A poet’s strain and pain:
Like Vysotsky resting,
A torn, fierce vein.

The rift ‘tween Higher and Madness
Wider than a frog’s croak,
Compared to Yesenin’s rudeness —
Trash is all the joke.

Only few will feel the blaze,
When you’d **** for verse—
That means you’re no jackal!
Jackals roam this hearse.

In Madness, jackals circle round,
Death’s not penalty—
It’s the way out, the escape,
From this asylum’s hell.

Poets leave with joy so pure,
Masks fall, no disguise—
Not some foolish lore,
But truth behind their eyes.

Two posthumous frames
Of Vysotsky see—
Embraced by Death, at peace,
All’s within, all’s free.

Poetry of depths unknown
May dare reveal the core.
No fear of storms ahead,
For calm lies at the shore.

Explosions break at once—
A hurricane unleashed.
Yet one writes in stages...
Fool—just a graphic beast.

Tony, poet midst the storm!
CALL THE STORMS ALOUD—
Let Hell’s abyss be shaken,
No meek, weak crowd.

Don’t write—shoot words like bullets,
Let the final dot
Strike hard like a shell—
Weak lines mean you’re shot.

Find in Death your joy,
Your fate’s true flame.
While in Hell’s devouring jaws,
Only slaves sing the same.



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Element of Verses

Poetry’s a raging Element,
To drown is Law’s command.
Only warriors of verse
Can stand and make a stand.

Even if you’re hailed a “hero”
By darkness’ slavish horde,
You’re just a howling servant
To propaganda’s sword.

Publicly consumed and torn,
A poet bleeds the truth—
Like Vysotsky’s dying cry,
A brutal, raw reproof.

The chasm ‘tween the Higher and the Madness
Wider than a swamp’s abyss,
More brutal than Yesenin’s curses—
Trash fools gladly kiss.

Few grasp this blazing fire—
To die for verse means fight,
Not jackals prowling shadows,
But warriors of the night.

Jackals swarm in Bedlam’s pit,
Death’s no penalty—escape!
From this insane asylum,
Where poets meet their fate.

They leave with savage joy,
No masks, no lame disguise,
This ain’t some childish nonsense—
It’s truth burned in their eyes.

Two final shots of Vysotsky—
Embraced by Death’s cold hand,
Peace found deep inside the fire,
The soul can understand.

Poetry’s abyss reveals
What cowards dare not face,
Storms breaking wild and sudden—
Calm’s just a cold disgrace.

Explosions tearing heavens,
A hurricane unleashed,
While fools write step by step—
Graphic hacks deceased.

Tony, poet in the tempest—
CALL THE STORMS WITH ROAR!
Shake Hell’s wide-open jaws—
Let weaklings hit the floor.

Don’t write—shoot words like bullets,
End each line with war,
Weak verses mean you’re broken,
Dead before the score.

Find in Death your fierce delight,
Your destiny ablaze,
While Hell’s black maw devours—
Only slaves obey.



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The Element of Verse

Poetry’s a blazing Element —
To drown within its fire,
Only fierce souls dare to wield
This weapon of desire.

Call me “hero” of the darkness?
Slave howling at the lies?
I spit on slavish worship,
Propaganda’s cursed cries.

Dragged and torn before the masses,
A poet bleeds with rage—
Like Vysotsky’s final scream,
A war writ on the page.

The chasm ‘tween the High and Hell,
Deeper than the pit of frogs,
More savage than the cursed curse
That fools call sacred logs.

Few feel this blazing furnace,
To die for verse is fight,
Not jackals whining in the mud,
But wolves who own the night.

Jackals fill the madhouse halls,
Death’s no end — escape’s the gate!
From this insane asylum,
Where poets seal their fate.

They leave with brutal laughter,
No masks to hide the truth,
No childish games, no weak disguise,
But fury’s final proof.

Two snapshots of Vysotsky,
Clasped by Death’s cold hand,
In fire’s heart he found his peace—
The soul’s last, fierce stand.

Poetry reveals the depths
Cowards fear to see,
Storms erupting suddenly—
Calm’s just coward’s plea.

A hurricane of words unleashed,
Fools scribble step by step—
Graphic hacks and shallow scribes,
Their legacy is debt.

Tony, poet in the tempest—
Summon storms to break the chains!
Shatter Hell’s **** cavernous maw,
Crush weaklings in the flames.

Don’t write—fire words like bullets,
Let every line be war!
Weak verse means you’re dead already,
Lost before the score.

Find in Death your raging bliss,
Your destiny ablaze,
While Hell’s black jaws consume the weak—
Only slaves obey their craze.



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Demos and the Rest

Demos’ dull, exhausting role —
Endure the stench that chokes the soul.
If you dare to stand up bold,
The whip’s your welcome — harsh and cold.

Filth is praised, their minds stuffed full,
Souls and reason rot and dull.
Demos sees not even a spark —
Feeds on mirages, blind and dark.

That fog’s a chain around their necks,
Idiots bound in mental wrecks.
Snitches thrive, the **** parade,
Spirit crushed, the price is paid.

The goal: destroy the sacred flame,
Make slaves of shame without a name.
Slow rot pulls you into hell,
If you think you’re safe — you’re in its spell.

The snakes breed more snakes each day,
Bold lies in the “official” way.
School’s a factory of fools,
Drained from childhood, broken tools.

Reason shackled, soul abused,
Here the living are confused.
Only lice infest the throng,
Few are wise, but they’re too strong.

Wake up now — this isn’t dream,
Look around — the beasts that teem.
Mystics train in silence deep,
Into crowds, their watch they keep.

The dead walk like graveyard bones,
Yet the herd just blindly drones.
They drain the soul — their brutal art,
Leaving corpses cold and stark.

Simple beasts, or mongrel stock,
Hell’s gates slam shut — no knock.
Run inside the fortress — soul,
Only that can make you whole.

Waiting here is pure disgrace,
God won’t come to save this place.
Creators rise — it’s on your plate,
Enough of rotting ‘neath the hate.



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Demos’ Curse

Demos ***** the soul to dust,
Chained in lies, betrayed by trust.
Whip the brave, praise the ****,
Spirit crushed, the end will come.

Fools enslaved from childhood’s start,
Brains erased, a poisoned art.
Beasts roam free, the light is dead —
Hell’s alive inside your head.

Wake the few — creators rise!
Burn the filth, cut through the lies.
Fight the rot, destroy the cage,
Free the soul — ignite the rage!



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Demos’ Hellfire

Demos—*****, you choke on ****,
Whip the brave, you coward’s grit.
Brains all fried, your spirit’s dead,
Rotting flesh with lying fed.

Slaves to **** from birth, dumb fools,
Swallow lies like obedient tools.
Filthy beasts run wild, no shame,
This ******* circus—hell’s own game.

**** the herd, wake up or die,
Tear the veil, stop living lies!
**** the filth, burn every chain,
Feed the flames, unleash the pain!

Creators few, but rise you must—
Ashes rain on lies and rust.
Hell can’t hold what truth will light,
Smash the dark, ignite the fight!



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Demos’ Inferno

Demos, you ******* plague of filth,
Slave to lies, a nation’s guilt.
Cowards whip the fearless brave,
Feed the lies—your souls enslave.

Brains corroded, rotting deep,
You’re the cancer none can keep.
Filthy vermin, brainwashed fools,
******* lies like broken tools.

Your god? A throne of dung and rot,
Where hope and spirit both forgot.
***** of truth, you breed the plague,
Hell’s own spawn in every vague.

Wake the **** up, tear the veil!
Drown the liars, break the jail!
Burn your chains, **** the lies—
Rise from ashes, raze their skies!

Few remain, the spirits true,
Forge yourself anew, renew!
Light the fire, smash the hate,
Or drown with Demos in their fate.



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Demos’ Deathfire

Demos — ****-stained, mindless herd,
Slaves to lies, deaf to the word.
Whips crack down on those who fight,
Feeding fools their poisoned blight.

Brains corroded, minds defiled,
Swallowing ****, dumb and reviled.
Vermin crawling in the muck,
******* truth — out of luck.

Your gods are dung, your faith a sham,
Rotting carcass, ruined scam.
The plague you spread will burn and choke,
Ashes rise from every joke.

Wake the hell up — burn the chains,
Fight the lies, crush the stains!
Raise your spirit, torch the hate,
Or drown with Demos in their fate.

Few remain, the souls that burn,
Through the flames, to life return.
Light the fire, break the cage,
Smash the lies, tear the page!



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Inferno of Reckoning

Demos rots beneath the lies,
Blind to truth, deaf to cries.
Slaves chained tight in foul decay,
Whipped and beaten, led astray.

Their minds a prison — thick with filth,
Fed on hate and ceaseless guilt.
Vultures dance on broken bones,
Feeding off their hollowed moans.

Wolves in sheep’s clothes rule the day,
Crafting lies to keep at bay
Every spark of truth and light,
Drowning all in endless night.

But here we stand — the flame alive,
In ashes, hope will still survive.
Raise your voice, ignite the sky,
Burn the lies — and never die!

Strike with words like blazing steel,
Pierce the lies they make you feel.
Let the fire rage and roar —
Till darkness is no more!



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So-called "Honest People"

“Panikovsky, who never liked large crowds of ‘honest people’ gathered in one place, cautiously crouched down...”
— Ilf & Petrov, The Golden Calf (1931)


All these "honest people,"
Pierced through by lies, —
You’re just food on a plate:
Monsters lie shamelessly.

Earth’s a twisted farm,
Draining all your power,
Burning out your nerves,
Turning you into fools.

They’re succeeding well —
To crush you with lies,
And finish you off —
The graves won’t hold you all.

Double coffins made,
By filthy *******,
For all the fools —
Dumb ones rejoice.

They keep on feeding,
Heeding the ****,
While they **** your mind.
The line’s getting thin —

The point of no return,
When you turn to cattle.
The dusk approaches —
Time for shameless filth:

Fascist ****
Has seized the world.
“Become a traitor” —
Their rallying cry.

Fools march in line,
Led by fascism.
Like Goebbels’ roar —
All media drowns in idiocy.

Everything reeks there,
But it’s for fools:
The **** knows well —
It cost them much effort

To dumb everyone down.
Here, stupidity is execution,
Soullessness — corruption.

All these “honest people”
Are weak and stupid.
Sellout ****** lead them —
All of them corpses.

Already zombified —
Such is the era.
Not fools —
They’re few. We’re *******!



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So-called "Honest People"

“Panikovsky, who hated crowds of ‘honest folk’ in one place, crouched down, wary...”
— Ilf & Petrov, The Golden Calf (1931)


All these “honest people,”
Pierced through by lies —
Food on a platter,
Monsters spit their lies.

Earth’s a cursed farm,
Draining all your force,
Burning out your nerves,
Turning you to dross.

They’re crushing you well,
Killing with deceit,
Graves stacked tight —
You won’t find retreat.

Double coffins made,
By filthy hands,
For all the fools,
Dumb fools clap their hands.

They keep on feeding,
Listening to ****,
While they **** your mind —
The line’s getting numb.

Point of no return —
When cattle you become.
Dusk closes in —
Shameless filth has won.

Fascist **** rules,
The world’s gone blind.
“Be traitor!” — their call,
Fools fall in line.

Marching in ranks,
Led by fascist lies,
Like Goebbels’ roar —
Media full of lies.

Everything stinks,
Made for fools to see,
**** spent their force,
To dumb down all we be.

Stupidity’s death,
Soulless rot decay,
“Honest people” weak,
Led astray.

Zombies all around —
Such is the age.
Few who think remain,
We’re trapped in the cage!



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So-called “Honest People”

“Panikovsky, who hated crowds of ‘honest folk’ in one place, crouched down, wary...”
— Ilf & Petrov, The Golden Calf (1931)


All your “honest people” —
Punched through by lies and ****,
They’re your ****** dinner —
Monsters **** and spit.

Earth’s a cursed farm —
Draining every spark,
Burning out your spirit,
Crushing all your heart.

They want you dumb and broken,
Turned to cattle, blind,
Filling graves in masses —
You’re just dead in line.

Double coffins piled,
By filthy, rotten hands,
For every dumb-*** fool,
Who blindly claps and stands.

Feeding on your silence,
Listening to the ****,
While killing your sharp mind —
You’re dumbed to numb.

That point of no return —
When cattle’s all you are.
The world’s a burning pit —
Shameless filth by far.

Fascist ****’s infected,
The globe’s been sold and sold,
“Become a traitor” —
That’s the mantra cold.

March in ranks, you zombies,
Led by fascist lies,
Goebbels’ roar revived —
Media full of spies.

Everything’s rotten,
Made for fools to see,
**** pumped all their poison,
To **** what could be free.

Stupidity’s execution,
Soulless rot decay,
“Honest people” — weak and blind,
Led like prey.

Zombies walking everywhere —
That’s the brutal age,
Few remain who think —
We’re locked inside this cage.



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So-called “Honest People”

“Panikovsky, who hated crowds of ‘honest folk’ in one place, crouched down, wary...”
— Ilf & Petrov, The Golden Calf (1931)


All these “honest people” —
Ripped wide open by the lies,
Their lives served on a platter —
By monsters’ filthy spies.

Earth’s a ******* prison farm —
Draining every spark and nerve,
Burning down your will to fight,
They crush what you deserve.

They want you dumb, enslaved, and broken —
Cattle led without a thought,
Piled in graves, two in a coffin —
Your fate already bought.

Rot and filth command the world,
“Become a traitor,” they preach,
Marching drones in fascist ranks —
Blind sheep within their reach.

Media screams Goebbels’ lies,
Filling heads with vile rot,
The **** spent all their poison —
On every man and thought.

Stupidity’s executioner,
Soul-devouring decay,
“Honest people” sold and broken,
Led blindly to the fray.

Zombies staggering through the dark —
The age of ruin’s here,
Few remain who dare to think —
The end is drawing near.

But hear me now, you walking corpses —
Your chains will burn to ash,
When fire storms the silence,
And lightning splits the clash.

No mercy for the puppeteers,
No peace for liars’ throne,
The time has come to break the cage —
And claim what’s yours — your own.



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So-called “Honest People”

“Panikovsky, who hated crowds of ‘honest folk’ in one place, crouched down, wary...”
— Ilf & Petrov, The Golden Calf (1931)


All these “honest people” —
Pierced through by ruthless lies,
Served up like meat on plates —
For monsters’ feast, despise.

Earth’s a cursed slaughterhouse,
Draining every soul and nerve,
Burning out the last sparks —
To serve the ****’s sick verve.

They’ll crush your will to think,
Turn minds to rotten dust,
Fill graves with nameless fools,
Their loyalty’s a bust.

Two in one cold coffin —
******* made the plan,
Feeding fools their doom,
While happy drones just stand.

Filth rules this wicked world,
“Become a traitor” they yell,
Marching fascist puppets,
Led straight to hell.

Media — Goebbels’ poison,
Rotting brains to pulp,
**** wasted every trick
To keep the masses gulled.

Stupidity’s executioner,
Souls consumed in blight,
“Honest people” broken, lost,
Dragged down by endless night.

Zombies roam the carcass,
Epoch of rot and shame,
Few brave souls left alive —
But soon they’ll burn the flame.

So hear me now, lost corpses —
Your chains will turn to ash,
When firestorms shatter silence,
And lightning cleaves the crash.

No mercy for the liars,
No peace for twisted thrones,
The time has come to tear the veil —
And reclaim your rightful bones.



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So-called “Honest People”

“Panikovsky, who hated crowds of ‘honest folk,’
Crouched down, wary in the smoke...”
— Ilf & Petrov


Honest folks? Just hollow shells,
Pierced through by endless lies.
They serve as bait on monster’s hooks,
Where truth’s been crucified.

Earth’s a blazing furnace now,
Draining souls, igniting pain.
Burning out the last bright sparks —
Fuel for ****’s dark reign.

They smash your mind to molten ****,
Turn reason into ash.
Fill graves with fools, two in a hole —
While puppets dance and crash.

Filth rules with iron flames,
“Become a traitor,” they roar.
Marching zombies, fascist slaves,
Slaves to lies and gore.

Media’s a furnace blast,
Roasting brains to firewood,
**** poured fuel, igniting rage,
Feeding on the flood.

Stupidity’s executioner,
Souls drowning in the heat,
Honest folks, now cinders lie —
Lost in fiery defeat.

Zombies crawl the burning field,
Epoch of scorch and flame,
Few remain unburnt by lies —
But soon will rise the flame.

So hear the roar, dead corpses —
Your chains will crack and break,
When lava floods and storm winds roar,
The fires of truth awake.

No mercy for the liars,
No peace for wicked thrones,
The molten flood will burn the veil —
And cleanse the shattered bones.



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Life’s Path

Childhood — zombies of ancestors,
Whose whims were never meant to be;
Raised tight in iron gauntlets,
To spawn anew their misery.

To breed a scared fool’s program,
The brute can’t see the Spirit’s peaks,
While Clear Mind’s torn with holes,
A sieve through which the soul just leaks.

School, a brand-new wicked scheme —
To harden shells of petty brutes,
Creativity crushed as “alien,”
Dismissed beyond all counts and routes.

They’ll tame it in the poorest colleges,
Or crush it while a child’s still small,
But God’s own spark remains alive
If one resists the strangling thrall.

If one dares seek truth alone,
Though strength melts fast in hostile seas,
The Spirit crushed with cold intent,
By duty’s chains and fantasies.

Ideas spawn from Satan’s spawn,
Tools for endless fascist reign —
Changing names, prolonging pain,
But “For the Good” — the endless lie.

The stench of progress called “degrade,”
The press of filth that crushes minds,
“Believe and work for crumbs!” they cry,
While herds grow fat — the truth unwinds.

A wretched path: God’s sacred spark,
Trampled under parade feet’s crush,
Rot reigns free across the land —
This is Hell’s raw, brutal hush.

False faiths spread terror deep,
Convinced the fools this isn’t Hell,
They cling to tales born from fear,
Worms afraid before the knell.

Decay eclipses all they know —
Pseudo-science joins the fray,
New popes preach the cosmic lie:
“This world’s a cradle — evolution’s way.”

The trick is clear: conceal the Spirit’s might,
So rot may feast and spread its blight.
Mind under Spirit — the only key,
To blossom fully, to be truly free.

But to enslave forevermore,
Materialism’s forced on all,
Hell’s decree a plague-like call,
To awaken filth’s control.

Governed by stench and lies,
The beasts believe the propaganda’s lies.
No more **** to count in heaps —
The Earth itself falls, weeping, deep.

Hell’s path ends with cataclysms,
Judgment for the lies and fright,
Turning masses into cattle,
Feeding hell’s eternal night.

The sun will scorch the wretched earth,
And every fool, no mercy shown —
One stupid *******’s pyre will burn
The world to ash, all seeds outgrown.



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Life’s Inferno

Childhood’s cursed — zombie tribes of old,
Whose whims crushed souls with iron hold.
Born to breed the scared and numb,
Brutes blind to Spirit, deaf to drums.

School’s a prison, a dark machine,
Crushing sparks where hope had been.
Creativity, a “class alien,”
Thrown to dross, a mind’s assassin.

They cage the soul, they **** the light,
Feed the herd their pointless fight.
God’s own spark — crushed in the muck,
Lost in chains of duty’s pluck.

Ideas spawn from Satan’s spawn,
Fascism’s puppets, vile and drawn.
“Good” is the lie they shove and shove,
A stinking hell masked as love.

Rot called progress, filth’s campaign,
Crushing minds with endless pain.
“Work for crumbs,” the **** declare,
As dumbed-down herds choke on despair.

Trampled sacred sparks beneath their boots,
Rotting earth, their playground suits.
Hell’s a fact, they shove their lies,
Fools cling tight, though spirit dies.

Worms who fear before the end,
Spin their tales to those who bend.
Decay’s the truth they cannot face,
Lies and science — one disgrace.

Hide the Spirit, feed the rot,
Mind under Spirit — that’s the plot.
To bloom, to fight, to break the chain,
Or stay enslaved in endless pain.

Material lies, a plague’s decree,
Hell’s command to enslave thee.
Governed by stench and toxic breath,
The world descends to deeper death.

No mercy left, no hope to find,
Earth consumed by filth and grind.
Cataclysms burn the lies,
Shepherds herd the dumb and blind.

The sun scorches without remorse,
Pyres rise on hell’s cruel course.
One fool’s fire will burn it all,
Ashes rise, the final call.



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Burn it down!

Childhood crushed in iron grip,
Brains zombified — no soul to rip.
Lies and stench control the land,
We’re puppets in a devil’s hand.

Spirit buried, truth denied,
Dumbed-down herds led to the pyre.
Rise and fight — or rot and drown,
This hell won’t burn itself down!



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Maniacs

The maniac who spews his lies
Is far more foul than most.
He trains the mob for battle cries,
And crowns them with a “foe” to roast.

These maniacs write “school” decrees
To raise up brutes in swarms,
Who’ve long forgotten Honor’s keys
And worship only norms.

They rule the crowd through fear’s first spark,
Then bind them to their laws;
Each victim snared in vermin’s dark
Accepts the tyrant’s cause.

“Problem” here, “solution” there —
With terror in between;
Decay now poisons every lair,
While pyres flare obscene,

To burn the ones who won’t submit —
The cycle’s almost done:
Defile the soul, erase its wit,
And call the evil “won.”

For soullessness — the grandest aim,
The purpose of the beast.
But madness tires of its own game,
And nature will not feast

On mutants bred as brainless tools —
The reckoning will come,
For Nature has no need for fools,
And all will be struck dumb.



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Maniacs burn,
Nature strikes back.
Soulless vermin —
Final crack.



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The Vast Expanse of Hell

To Hell’s own population
They proclaimed: “This is bliss!”
All the dim-wits — elation,
“Sing and march! Don’t you miss!”

“We’ll go fight our dear neighbors —
They’ve got bigger cauldrons there!”
From the screens, fevered fables
Feed the ash with smoky air.

Every scrap gets recorded
As “the cost of honest toil,”
While the herds — dull and sordid —
Breathe the “freedom” of their spoil.

They will blast it in ballads
Through all Hell — “Sing away!”
Though you shout, split your palate —
They won’t grasp it anyway:

All is lies! Hell’s “paradise”
Is just raving, through and through.
And this madness grips each life…
Which Wednesday will end it too?



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Hell calls it “paradise” —
The herd obeys the lie.
But madness has a closing day,
And every lie will die.



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A Terrible Fairy Tale

Ivan the Fool and Vasilisa —
So lovely in the fairy scroll.
But now the world has plunged beneath us —
To senile rot, it sold its soul.

Today our Fool’s a “doctor” clever,
Injecting “hero shots” with glee.
And Vasilisa’s one endeavor:
Get ******* cash — or wed a flea

In human form, with gold in tatters —
A walking, talking money sack.
The People? Gone. The Spirit shatters —
Only a stench is crawling back.

The Dragon now’s a cruel dictator,
Spewing decrees in choking flame.
The priest’s a sly instigator,
The Firebird’s been chased away in shame.

The fairy tale turns grim and rotten,
The zombies read it line by line.
From zombie veins the blood’s forgotten —
Quick! Shoot the “miracle” divine!

The ending’s carved in burning letters:
Armageddon — that’s its name.
Once Reason’s gone and lost forever,
The world will burn in ash again.



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The fairy tale is dead and burned,
The Dragon rules, the Firebird spurned.
When Reason’s gone and rot has won —
The final blaze will blot the sun.



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The Living and the Fallen

The Putler ***** won’t fade away —
One dies, another takes the throne.
Again the Regime of Evil sways,
And crushes “people” of its own.

If idiots make up the crowd,
The mob forgets what Honor meant;
Then Evil’s vengeance roars aloud,
And drags the world to its asylum’s tent.

For all must serve as mindless beasts —
The inhuman have proved their plan:
CowID showed the slaughter feast,
Where Reason dies in most of man.

Most “humans” now are pigs in pen,
While Reason’s left to just a few —
Those few who stand, while fallen men
Lie prostrate, worshiping the untrue.

And how many of the fallen mass?
Three quarters, by the reckoning grim.
Each trusting Evil as they pass,
Like sheep led off at slaughter’s whim.



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Three quarters bow,
The rest still fight.
Evil breeds pigs —
We guard the light.



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Socialism

“Advanced” socialism’s treasure
Bears a crop both sick and small —
Work’s a self-abuse for pleasure
Drowned in slogans, lies, and brawl.

Meetings, rallies, endless shouting,
“Battle” speeches, clumsy lore —
For the mind, they leave no doubting:
Every castration kit in store.

If you’re dim — the perfect haven,
Slave life drilled since cradle days;
Chains are virtues you are given,
Obedience — the highest praise.

Work half-life for some small hovel
In a stack of crumbling blocks;
Reading’s hard when hacks just shovel
Printed trash that numbs and mocks.

Truths are scarce — the hard ones hidden,
Lies paint every rotten yield;
Man’s a gnome by law forbidden
To outgrow his stunted field.

Raise your head beyond their measure —
Low and filthy, crude and base —
They will cut you down for pleasure,
Show your ruin as disgrace.

“Don’t aspire, just obey them.
Don’t love — breed as they ordain.
Don’t shout — simply kneel and pay them,
Feed their games with flesh and grain.”

Human life reduced to fodder,
Scattered specks within the slime;
Till the “Party,” once our lodestar,
Sold us out — weak jelly, not the spine.



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Chains from birth,
A life for scraps.
The “Party” sold —
The spine collapses.



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Mobbery

The mobbers spread like microbes,
Weakening the world’s frail frame,
Through fake plagues that everyone
Believes — and drags it down in shame.

This body sick, perpetually,
Abused from every belfry call,
Herds summoned from each steeple
To stumble, falter, and fall.

The mobber forms the very core —
Obedience runs in his veins;
Gullibility to wicked fools
Becomes a curse that still remains.

Call them to the slaughterhouse —
They’ll line up fast, without a thought.
Microbes? No — far worse, a poison
That festers, harms, and rots.

The mobber poisons neighbors near,
For children, theft is all he knows.
No “literary passions” linger here —
Just breed, consume, sleep in rows.

Like caged apes, we bear their presence,
While mobbers cheer a fascist reign,
Driving honest souls to graves,
And nurturing only pain.

Not Earth, but Mobbery itself,
If measured by the majority.
Once greed, lies, and fear ruled here —
Now ***** reigns in full authority.



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Mobbers reign,
The herd obeys.
Poison spreads,
And truth decays.



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Molasses on Butter

Hour by hour, it grows more cruel
To reach through, make your voice heard.
The world turns mean, no golden rule,
No grace for truth, no honest word.

Twist the Word of Mary’s lore —
You’re unheard. That’s the excuse.
Molasses on butter they pour,
Claiming novelty, profuse.

The media, this sticky mess —
A devilish bacchanal thrives.
The beacons long extinct, no less —
Truth’s gone from among our lives.

People zombified, unthinking —
Only a few still live, aware.
Worse days lie ahead, hearts sinking —
No mercy here, no soul to spare.

Still, one must hammer, cry aloud,
Even through the grieving void.
To stay a human, not the crowd,
Despite the world’s dark, horrid ploy.



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Molasses thick,
The devils play.
Cry through the void —
Remain human, stay.



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Verbal Diarrhea Instead of Free Cheese

The world is raw — no cheese in sight;
From “free” comes nothing but decay.
The Lyre falls silent in the fright
Of words turned poison, thrown astray.

The world unravels, lies and terror,
Drowning in the filth of beasts.
Side with the Lyre? Soon, in error,
You’ll stand among the thieves and feasts.

Genocide: fascism in full swing —
Fake plagues and war set all aflame.
The question rests: who bears the sting
For sinking so far below the shame?

They bow to Darkness, trading Mind and Honor
For “cheese” and foolish, empty clout.
Countless beasts of nonsense wander,
Fooling all with lies throughout.

Overton’s windows everywhere?
No — they’re gaping, shattered holes,
Megatons of lies pour through the air,
Striving to corrupt deceitful souls.

Success achieved in making each one vile,
Impressively vile in every way.
Souls bear stains, their hearts defiled —
All caused by TOTAL EVIL’s sway.

Judgment nears. Will God allow
The world to blacken for the dumb?
Very few remain untainted now —
This vast plague-world, a pestilent slum.



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Lies choke the world,
The dumb obey.
Total evil spreads —
The plague holds sway.



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All Politicians Are Clowns

All politicians — clowns, it seems,
Officials serve the Devil’s schemes.
Nations trapped in wicked thrall,
No freedom lives in any hall.

Lies and herd-like meekness reign,
Fascism grows, a tightening chain.
Existence bleak, without delight,
The end of History looms in sight.

How did they bow to such disgrace?
It’s hard to answer, trace by trace…
You cannot give the vile and small
The fading soul’s most radiant thrall.

Souls are sold for scraps alone —
This is Hell; no other tone.
We sit in silence, mouse-like, still,
And multiply the number of ill.

Yet all these woes are made, not born,
By inhuman hands the Spirit’s torn.
People dumb, unfeeling, lost —
No longer humans, Darkness’ cost.

Only few still fight with Hell,
The enemy near, no Masonic spell.
For idiots rage when they see
The collar saved in slavery.

A slave’s collar — a concept clear:
Fool believes no ******* here.
And guards his curse, though it brings strife,
A source of woe throughout his life.

Manipulation rules the mind,
The enemy’s chief weapon signed.
Reason feels as though slain outright,
Yet fools delight in such a blight.

Don’t think, no responsibility —
Just eat, obey, succumb, comply.
Mediocrity is nurtured free
By all these **** who lurk nearby.

But vile beasts could do no harm alone,
They need traitors to secure their throne.
Betrayal works, corruption grows,
Through puke and lies, the foul wind blows.

They march as enforcers, spies, and cops,
The Earth itself beneath them drops.
Our task? A joke, a hopeless jest —
A #end of history’s cursed quest.

Only one hope remains for man:
The Sun to scorch, destroy their plan.
It will burn the *****-house of hell,
Where fools and **** command so well.

All traitors then obey its might,
They sell, betray, ****, crucify.
Generations dumber yet endure,
The only force here: tyranny pure.

So pray to the Sun, immortal flame —
It saves the Spirit, free from shame.
It will burn all Hell, the cursed domain,
And with it, Darkness’ treacherous reign.

These are the thoughts that haunt today —
Even Vysotsky would go insane
At all these **** and vile decay —
The filth of all the world’s domain.



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Pray to the Sun —
It burns the Hell.
Fools and traitors fall,
The Spirit swells.



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Dogs and Super-Dogs

"I would not at all be surprised by man's love of dogs:
Nothing is more contemptible than man and dog."
— Goethe


In loyalty to their master,
The dog may lag behind.
But inhuman creatures, faster,
Serve the fool — by law defined.

Fools unleash the world’s decay,
Serving beasts who do them wrong.
Things worsen every passing day,
The inhuman rush, the weak among.

To crush the fool — their favored hand,
The fool still begs and asks for more.
He thinks himself a noble stand,
Yet grovels, shameless to the core.

He begs for scraps and, for their taste,
Will serve the vilest without pause.
Fortune smiles if whining haste
Brings favors, earning vile applause.

Punishment comes as poverty,
As stupidity, as fear, as lies.
The idiot shapes reality —
The duller you are, the more he flies.

Greedy, dumb beasts now dominate,
The years have crowned their triumph full.
The traitor chief among these “super-dogs”
Is the press, their master’s tool.

Chains grow longer every year —
Digital collars, chips to bind.
A bold endeavor still remains:
To bark, obey, forget the mind.

A “slave collar” even has a name,
To **** the thought, the spirit, and honor.
From childhood, implanted in the brain
By Pavlov’s dog “education,” they garner.

The best defense of a slave-world small,
Where many souls lie killed and bound.
Pavlov’s dog stands far above
The common hound — obedience profound.



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Fools obey,
Beasts dictate.
Collars bind the mind,
Souls suffocate.



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Not a Worm

The turn to finish —
You’ve run your course.
And you won’t perish in vain —
You’ve chronicled the force.

In Embodied Hell
Rot gnaws from birth.
Hell upon hell,
Yet we call it “life on Earth.”

Lies have crept everywhere,
Inside you too.
Crush the filth within,
The darkness in view.

The essence of filth — to cling
To this “life” that decays.
Its method: rot completely,
All corruption ablaze!

Arm yourself with Hell’s own logic,
Friend, that’s all you need.
Nothing more — all deceiving,
Awake! Let truth take seed.

Go inward — there lie answers,
Only there they’re found.
Advice has run its course —
The finish line resounds.

I’ll fall at the finish —
I knew this marathon.
Leave this Hell behind —
Into a new one, gone.

The twilight reaches
Are merciless, unkind.
In the new, lies sting again,
Fear and torment intertwined.

The salt and essence of Hell:
Lies and terror raw.
No whining — finish the path,
The marathon through the dark is law.

Burn every seed of Hell —
Only that will set you free.
Work only on this:
How to blow the whole Hell, see:

Push yourself to the breaking point —
Only then are you not a worm.



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Burn Hell’s seeds,
Push past the worm.
Only then you’re free —
Beyond the storm.



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Humans and Woodape Monkeys

Too weak to write like I?
Need help to spread the word?
I’m no prophet, nor a judge —
I write what’s felt, unblurred.

Long ago I cast aside
The trivial, dull debates.
Better die than not express
The fevered truths that suffocate.

Many carcasses around,
Soulless fools in heaps amassed.
Yet some hearts still hear the verse,
Even mine, it can hold fast.

No way I’ll share my lines in Hell,
While traitors sit on traitor-thrones.
But remnants of real humans dwell,
Clear Mind and Spirit still their own.

Woodape monkeys swarm in throngs —
Soulless beasts, pathetic blight.
No honor, conscience, mind, or song —
Fascists worship them as might.

Too harsh? I care not for that —
The time to endure is done.
Those who turn the world to naught,
Who gnaw where everything is thin.

Thin where it matters most: the mind,
Where lies are shoveled in to rot.
The world now drowns in mega-lies,
By that deceit, so many are shot.

Smash the filth, the lies, the vile —
Then writing holds its meaning true.
“Don’t touch the woodapes,” they whine?
I spit on fascist care for zoo.

Fascism “cares” — it pushes trash,
Blood turns water in the minds of beasts.
The gut will burst, the blood will rush —
I’ll drown in it, the world deceased.

For now, I strike, not aimless,
Driving knees to the Lyres’ face.
Through Hell and filth, I carve my path,
No compromise, no soft embrace.



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Smash the lies,
Crush the beasts.
Strike the Lyres,
Fascism ceased.



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Ballad of Life Imprisoned

Imprisonment in Hell has no end.
Inside, the womb is just a cell.
Lies are chains, held firm, unbend,
No one can break them — none can quell.

Break one chain — another appears,
Hidden behind the first unseen.
Those “daring” types have reduced the years
Of confinement to a simple scheme.

A worldwide camp, with prisons crude,
The roughest, plainest element.
Guards there are fools, by attitude,
Only a tenth of them are lawmen sent.

All the chiefs that came to light —
Pawns and knaves, a mere facade.
The real ones hide out of sight,
Not aces — worms, by any nod!

A parasite rules this cursed sphere,
******* strength from every human soul.
From outside, a shooting gallery appears,
Yet Hell embodies demons’ toll.

The real devils go unseen,
Mastering mimicry as art.
Life imprisoned till death’s routine,
Serving time in delirium’s part.

Spreading delirium is the task,
Fear and lies the chosen means.
For fools, it’s schoolbooks, endless mass,
A life of dull, repeating scenes.

Return to the cell — stupidity’s crime,
Then count new terms in fresh despair.
Redemption only in priests’ delirium,
Hell closed, destiny everywhere.

To destroy all Hell — that is the goal,
Think on it for years, relentless and true.
The path to Freedom, the ultimate toll,
But no unity — the birth cycle renews.



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Hell’s chains bind,
Fools obey.
Burn it all,
Freedom’s way.



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Stupidity: The Greatest Sin

Stupidity — a crime
Against all humankind.
Decay through lies,
No ideas, no mind.

And in the end, stupidity reigns.
But you can grow your own.
While fools’ ignorance
Helps tyrants keep their throne.

It gnaws at clever minds,
It can even ****.
If stupid — you march
In Satan’s army still.

Even not the lawmen,
Arbiters of fate,
Rule fools who blindly act,
Determining world’s state.

Doctors, pawns of madness,
CowID in cells confined,
Turn the world to ruin,
Corrupt the human mind.

Stupidity in “care”
Believes, preserves the lie,
The rules of twisted power,
Foul idiot multiplied.

Worse than the cruelest sadist,
For numbers serve the base.
Serving fascists,
He turned the world to a madhouse space.

This dull, corrupted world,
Justice claims its due:
The price of all this folly —
Control by Evil’s crew.

Only Evil suits
A vile, idiotic mind.
Flesh for slaughter,
Tortures of every kind.

More fearful than any fiend,
Stronger is the guilt.
And in the End of Days,
All must pay the tilt.

When stupidity is this vast,
The End is near, foreseen.
No salvation here —
All swept away by the obscene.



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Stupidity reigns,
Fools obey.
Evil rises —
All swept away.



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Longing

Oh, longing endless, boundless,
Without an edge, without a frame.
I’ll dissect pseudo-life and see
The lies and fears of fools the same.

A brainwashed dolt in terror
Passes dull, oppressive days.
Dust upon dust, in bleak volumes,
Called “the people.” Only a few, always,

Are souls of depth, the spiritual kind,
Their scattered ranks thin and rare.
The rest feed the soulless, vile and blind.
Accept the filth — you’re part of the snare.

And so many are not vile alone;
Endless lies flood the mind,
They drench all, accepted as “given,”
While the dust of truth they leave behind.

Soon enough. Patience without end,
In higher spheres — a myth imposed.
Thousands of such myths compose
The world, believed by the mind enclosed.

A conveyor makes the psyche sick,
Vast and fearsome, long at work.
With every year it churns out more
Of the filth that in Hell will lurk,

Fertilizer for new epochs,
Epochs of Light yet to be.
Without regret, it burns them all,
Patience of Evil — the ultimate key.

Evil’s patience here is sport supreme,
Conveyor feeds it with deceit.
In biobots, souls are erased,
Their minds mere zombie fools complete.



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Endless longing,
Fools enslaved.
Evil churns,
Souls depraved.



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So-Called “Motherland”

To exploit you for free —
The curse of every “land.”
To serve the vile on bended knee —
That’s the essence, the command.

The “Motherland” tells the fools —
Without doubt, they obey.
Say, “Behold the foe!” —
They’ll grind him down to clay.

It sorts, it names them all,
“Enemies” for a single breed.
Propaganda justifies the call —
And off the idiots speed!

Slowly devouring the wise —
Another task in store.
With a herd of lunatics amassed,
The land becomes a gore.

Every third: intolerance,
Images of foes and hate,
Disguised as virtue in ideas
Imposed since early state.

A nest of vile, inhuman spawn —
Few thinkers left to see.
The world drowns in Evil’s lies,
In filth and treachery.

Stupidity and lies at end,
Rise the vile, the fool.
How pitiful and absurd!
Here traitor and snitch rule.

Selection by corruption’s hand —
The “country” famed for this.
Officials are the chief thieves,
While Satan reigns as bliss.

Satanism cloaked in faith —
Too subtle for the dumb.
Pseudo-science chains the mind,
Churches echo, cold and numb.

No proof needed anymore —
Just believe as priests command.
CowID let the ******* free,
Believing any word at hand.

Exploit you free of charge,
Make you dull, poison your mind,
With wild lies — irretrievably.
What’s left of reason to find?

Only burn this insane world!
Soon it will come to pass.
A plague-ridden barracks it seems,
Run by an idiot doctor class.



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Motherland lies,
Fools obey.
Burn it all,
End the sway.



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Propaganda

It used to be bad —
Now it’s all good!
Propaganda drives the fools
As only fools could.

Once there was slavery,
Now — crap-democracy.
Yet all this cunning trickery —
It’s still fascist atrocity.

Slavery couldn’t get worse,
Stupidity’s a shame.
Spirit nearly dead,
Five replaces blame.

Honor everywhere is gone,
Conscience extinct, decayed.
We’ve turned to beasts
Beneath adversity’s blade.

All miseries are artificial —
Simply genocide.
Only the skilled in lies
Keep reason fast asleep inside.

Lies pour endlessly,
Drowning everything in sight.
And as “relief” —
Pop culture dulls the light.

Nothing the broadcasters
Fail to declare.
“Predictors” rule the scene,
The rest just lie and stare.

A worldwide madhouse reigns,
On paper, paradise.
Souls are murdered quietly —
Silently, pay the price.

Yet this lie conceals
What matters most.
If your soul won’t sell,
Years remain to host.

The Sun shines ever stronger —
That’s Armageddon near.
It will burn all these fleas away —
And purge the spirit clear.



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Fools obey,
Lies flood all.
Sun will burn —
Souls stand tall.



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In Hell

Buddhism’s practice —
Drive all nonsense out.
The darkness of idiocy
Fills the world about,

If you trust the ****.
Everywhere they sow lies,
These fiends fry
Hell in deceit — multiply.

Only intuition
Can lead to the Light.
That’s the TRADITION!
If not a fool, take flight.

It’s DIRECT VISION
You must respect.
Not mere foresight —
Don’t fail, don’t neglect.

Then will arrive
What you least expect.
If your Spirit is poor —
Only nonsense you’ll collect.

Only in Spirit
Can this Hell be known.
Though the path is tough,
You must be bold alone!

Truth reveals itself
Only to the daring.
Pure intent gives strength,
While the meek end despairing.

Practice is finished
For those enslaved by ****:
Complete idiots —
Corpses in the dung.

Rot and stench —
This praised world indeed.
The utter fool — “normal,”
Evil crowned as creed.



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Trust not the fiends,
Only Spirit sees.
Bold hearts reach Light,
Fools rot in Hell’s disease.



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So-Called “Upbringing”

Vasya’s dad is strong in math,
Masha’s mom excels in craft.
Yet all are fools in the main path —
Why are you here? The world’s a draught of daft.

These daft ones plant ideas,
That lead away from vital spheres.
Lies and half-truths in their schemes,
**** with words, like ***** streams.

Help for Earth and Spirit’s might —
Not servitude to **** outright.
Through their lies, they nurture weakness,
**** the Spirit, rot the thinking’s neatness.

They build a camp — now worldwide.
Fathers, mothers crush all kids,
With wild nonsense — meek idiots
Will be the product of poisoned books.

Books are poisoned, the world’s view
Distorted by vile, unfeeling crews.
Rarely do they strike with clubs —
Decay spreads through lies like floods.

Throw out the nonsense, heed intuition,
Expose the lies without cessation.
Thus you save the wretched Earth —
**** wrote this horrific plot from birth.

Creativity, courage, resisting
The ****’s commands — steps redeeming.
If life’s essence is not defiance,
Then what you live is mere compliance.

“Betray, sell yourself” — fathers preach,
Mothers echo — blind slaves each.
The masses follow their grasping hands:
Look unbiased — pitiful, absurd stands.

All these people — fools so many,
Among them few retain mind, Honor, Spirit uncanny.
True Hell — not imagined, see,
For Spirit in Gehenna’s almost slain completely.



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Hell’s Few

**** breeds fools, poisons the mind,
Spirit crushed, and wisdom blind.
Few remain, the rest decay —
Hell’s reality, not play.



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Hell’s Scourge

Fools rot, **** rules — the few fight on.
Spirit stands, while all the rest are gone.



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Hell’s Reckoning

**** poisons, fools obey,
Few rise, all the rest decay.



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Hell Unchained

**** breeds fools — they choke and crawl!
Few stand tall — the rest will fall!



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Hell’s Law: Fools rot, **** rules — only the brave survive!

Hell’s Truth: **** feeds fools — the few endure!

Infernal Law: Fools perish, **** triumphs, spirit fights!

Final Reckoning: Rot devours the weak, only the brave rise!

Hell Roars: Fools drown, **** reigns, only fire saves!

Inferno Shouts: Rot devours the weak — crush or burn!

Apocalypse Beat: **** rules, fools fall, brave strike back!

Doom Cry: Rot, filth, and fear — survive or perish!

Final Blast: Fools rot, **** laughs, only the fierce endure!

Fools bleed, **** thrives — fire purges all!

Rot crushes the weak, only the fearless strike!

**** laughs, fools scream — the brave rise!

Fear, lies, decay — survive or burn!

Infernal law: **** rules, fools fall, spirit fights!

Hell devours the meek, fire crowns the bold!

Corruption reigns, fools perish — wrath remains!

**** feeds on fear, only the sharp endure!

Rot swallows all but the unbroken stand!

Lies and sludge choke the weak — courage strikes back!



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Burn the rot! Strike the weak!

**** falls. Only wrath rises.

Fear dies. Courage reigns.

Lies choke. Truth cuts.

Rot breeds. Steel fights.

Fools scream. Brave strike.

Hell waits. Fire answers.

Chains break. **** bleeds.

Darkness spreads. Light smashes.

Spirit stands. Cowards crumble.



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Burn rot!

Strike weak!

Fear dies!

Truth cuts!

Chains break!

**** bleeds!

Darkness falls!

Light strikes!

Spirit stands!

Cowards crumble!



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Burn!
Strike!
Fear!
Cut!
Br­eak!
Bleed!
Fall!
Light!
Stand!
Crush!



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Strike! Burn! Fall! Crush!
Fear! Break! Bleed! Rush!
Light! Stand! Cut! Smash!
Roar! Fight! Tear! Dash!



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Strike! Burn! Fall! Crush!
Fear! Break! Bleed! Rush!
Light! Stand! Cut! Smash!
Roar! Fight! Tear! Dash!

****! Shout! Hit! Run!
Fire! Slam! Shred! Done!
Break the chains! Burn the lies!
Rise! Strike! End! Rise!



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Hell rains down! Streets ignite!
Screams pierce the dark! Bones break!
Empires crumble! Thrones fall!
Blood floods the lands! Shadows rise!

Skulls grind! Fire rains! Winds howl!
Souls shatter! Truth dies!
Chains snap! Lies burn!
Chaos reigns! End comes!



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Hell awakes — the sky ignites!
Flames devour the trembling earth!
Screams pierce night like sharpened knives,
And shadows dance upon the ruins.

Empires crumble under their sins,
Thrones collapse, kings vanish in ash.
Blood floods the streets, rivers of red,
Souls wail, torn from mortal shells.

Skulls grind, fire rains, winds howl,
Truth dies, lies surge like tidal waves.
Chains snap, the weak are devoured,
Chaos reigns, every heart shatters.

Mountains bleed, oceans boil,
Stars fall, heaven trembles in fear.
Darkness spreads, endless and thick,
Voices of the ****** scream in unison.

Time shatters, past and future merge,
Every hope consumed in black flames.
The world bends under cruel hands,
Mercy dies, leaving only wrath.

Ashes rain upon the empty,
Wind carves bones into twisted shapes.
Hell’s heart beats in every shadow,
End comes, relentless, unforgiving, final.



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Hell cracks! Fire rains!
Skulls crush beneath fury!
Blood surges, streets drown!
Souls scream, torn and raw!

Thrones shatter, kings burn!
Chains snap, weak devoured!
Truth dies, lies surge!
Darkness swallows all!

Time breaks, hope dies!
Mercy gone, wrath reigns!
Ashes fall, bones twist!
End comes — final, relentless!



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Hell roars, devils grind!
Blood floods, weak crushed!
Chains snap, lies burn!
Souls scream, mercy gone!

Thrones fall, kings die!
Dark swallows all hope!
Ash rains, bones twist!
End strikes — relentless, raw!



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Hell devours, lies reign!
Souls burn, chains break!
Blood flows, kings fall!
Dark rules — end comes!



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Idiot kings crow, fools obey,
Lies feast while the Spirit decays.
Hell laughs — the world burns slow,
And none but the shameless will know.



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Fools rule, liars feast,
Spirit crushed beneath the beast.
Hell’s fire waits — obey or cease.



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Fools breed, liars thrive,
Souls crushed, the weak won’t survive.
Hell’s furnace burns — strike or die!



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Fools obey, liars rule,
Souls burn; the weak are tools.

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Hell’s fire, lies on parade,
Only the cunning will not fade.

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Crush the fools, expose the lies,
Or watch the spirit die and die.

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Chains of lies, hordes of fools,
Burn it all — no mercy rules!

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Idiot throngs, corrupt command,
Crush the filth, reclaim the land!



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1.
Chains of lies, hordes of fools,
Burn it all — no mercy rules!

2.
Idiot throngs, corrupt command,
Crush the filth, reclaim the land!

3.
Hell breeds liars, fools in line,
Strike the false — the spirit shines!

4.
Fools obey, the vile rejoice,
Break their chains — reclaim your voice!

5.
False priests, corrupted kings,
Torch the lies and sever strings!

6.
Stupid hordes, they march as one,
Smash the blind, the work is done!

7.
Darkness reigns where idiots crawl,
Light the fire — destroy them all!

8.
Filth commands, the meek obey,
Strike the rot — carve out the way!

9.
Liars thrive, the righteous bleed,
Cut the chains — plant the seed!

10.
Fools and vipers, all aligned,
Burn their world — leave none behind!

11.
Tyrants rule, the slaves comply,
Shatter their grip — let truth fly!

12.
Idiot masses, corrupted might,
Torch the darkness, claim the light!



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1.
Chains of fools, liars rise —
Burn the rot, reclaim the skies!

2.
Idiot throngs march blind and fast,
Strike the filth — make their reign past!

3.
False priests, corrupt kings, all fall,
Torch the lies, destroy it all!

4.
Fools obey, vipers scheme,
Shatter their grip, ignite the dream!

5.
Darkness thrives where idiots crawl,
Light the fire, annihilate all!

6.
Liars rule, the meek bleed,
Cut the chains — plant the seed!

7.
Tyrants reign, fools cheer along,
Strike the false — right the wrong!

8.
Slaves bow low, the vile thrive,
Torch their world — only truth survives!

9.
Rot and lies in every hall,
Smash their thrones, break every wall!

10.
Cowards flock, the idiots rise,
Crush their ranks — claim the prize!

11.
Filth commands, the meek comply,
Shatter their chains — truth won’t die!

12.
Fools in power, darkness near,
Strike them down — no mercy here!

13.
Idiot masses, corrupted might,
Torch the darkness, claim the light!

14.
Traitors, liars, servants of sin,
Burn it all — let truth begin!

15.
The world is ours if fools are slain,
Crush their rot — break every chain!



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1. Crush the fools — seize the light!
2. Liars burn, the truth ignites!
3. Idiots kneel, the brave will rise!
4. Shatter chains — destroy the lies!
5. Filth commands? Obliterate all!
6. Burn the rot, the tyrants fall!
7. Cowards flock, but we strike hard!
8. Torch their thrones — guard the shard!
9. Darkness spreads? Ignite the fire!
10. Slay the liars, raise the pyre!
11. Fools obey, the vile thrive — smash them!
12. Crush their ranks — truth survives!
13. Traitors crawl, the meek bleed — strike now!
14. Shatter the lies, break the vow!
15. Power corrupt? Obliterate fast!
16. Burn deceit — light will last!
17. Coward kings, treacherous priests — torch them!
18. Annihilate filth, ignite the feast!
19. Rot spreads wide — crush it deep!
20. Strike the fools — wake the sleep!
21. Tyrants reign? Torch their reign!
22. Chains of fear — break the chain!
23. Slaves rise not — we will endure!
24. Truth burns bright, lies won’t endure!
25. Fools fall — the brave ignite!



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1. Crush the fools — let the brave command!
2. Burn the liars, scorch the land!
3. Idiots cower, the fearless strike!
4. Chains of rot — destroy alike!
5. Traitors kneel, the strong ignite!
6. Annihilate the filth tonight!
7. Coward kings? Torches await!
8. Slay deceit — avenge the fate!
9. Darkness spreads? Smite the shade!
10. Truth endures, their lies betrayed!
11. Filth commands — raze it fast!
12. Crush the weak, let strength last!
13. Tyrants fall beneath our might!
14. Ignite the pyre, end their blight!
15. Rot and slime? Ashes now!
16. Strike the vile — make them bow!
17. Corruption reigns? Torch the throne!
18. Burn the rot, reclaim the bone!
19. Slaves obey — break the chain!
20. Fools collapse, the strong remain!
21. Lies spread wide — crush the spawn!
22. Shatter fear before the dawn!
23. Traitors scream — silence reigns!
24. Strike their hearts, break their chains!
25. Darkness flees when truth ignites!
26. Foolish throngs — incinerate!
27. Raise the pyre, burn the hate!
28. Idiots kneel, the strong persist!
29. Slay the weak, strike and resist!
30. Chaos reigns? We forge the fist!



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1. Burn the liars.
2. Crush the fools.
3. Slay the weak.
4. Break the chains.
5. Torches rise.
6. Darkness flees.
7. Smite the vile.
8. Silence screams.
9. Strike the traitor.
10. Ashes reign.
11. Break the throne.
12. Shatter fear.
13. Fools kneel.
14. Strength remains.
15. Pyres burn.
16. Lies die.
17. Corruption flees.
18. Chaos bends.
19. **** deceit.
20. Rise the brave.
21. Chains snap.
22. Torment ends.
23. Evil shatters.
24. Light strikes.
25. Skull and fire.
26. Weakness dies.
27. Rage flows.
28. Strike hard.
29. Truth pierces.
30. Victory burns.



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1. Burn liars.
2. Crush fools.
3. Slay the weak.
4. Break all chains.
5. Silence screams.
6. Strike traitors.
7. Ashes rise.
8. Evil shatters.
9. Truth pierces.
10. Victory burns.



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1. Hail the idiots, praise the fools,
2. Bow to liars, worship rules.
3. Pay your tribute to the weak,
4. While traitors smirk and havoc wreak.

5. Ashes rise where courage died,
6. Lies parade in pomp and pride.
7. Sheep applaud the butcher’s hand,
8. Fools rejoice across the land.

9. Truth is mocked, but still it burns,
10. Smarts get crushed while chaos churns.
11. Evil dances on the grave,
12. Heroes stumble, none to save.

13. Rage the world, defy the jest,
14. Only fire grants the rest.



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Idiot throngs bow to lies,
Traitors smirk as honor dies.
Fools applaud the butcher’s hand,
Evil dances, scorched the land.
Rage the world, defy the jest,
Only fire grants the rest.



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Fools kneel, liars reign,
Traitors feast while honor dies,
Burn it all — let fire remain.



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Fools choke, liars smirk,
Burn the wretches — crush their world!



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Idiot throngs, the liars reign,
Scorch their lies — let chaos reign!



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1.
Idiot hordes, the liars rule,
Burn the lies — break every fool!

2.
Stupidity devours the weak,
Truth must strike — the strong shall speak!

3.
**** and fools infest the earth,
Scorch the rot — reclaim the worth!



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1.
Brains enslaved, the fools advance,
Crush the herd — end their dance!

2.
Rot and lies choke every mind,
Strike them down — leave none behind!

3.
**** breeds ****, the weak obey,
Burn the pit — reclaim the day!



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1.
Fools obey — the pit swells high.
Crush the herd, let none survive!

2.
Lies reign, minds rot,
Strike hard, burn all, leave the spot!

3.
**** rules, the weak kneel,
Shatter chains — the truth reveal!



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1.
Fools march, blind and loud,
Tear the veil — break the crowd!

2.
Chains of lies, minds enslaved,
Burn the pit, none be saved!

3.
**** rules, truth defiled,
Rise, strike, no mercy — wild!

4.
Idiot throngs, obey or die,
Crush the herd, let falsehood fry!

5.
Darkness spreads, light suppressed,
Strike with fury — purge the rest!



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Consciousness

To cleanse the mind —
the only fight.
The Spirit’s chained —
but you’re not flesh, not night.

You’re Essence, soul-born,
so throw off the crust,
or rot into vermin,
corroded by lust.

Not people, but reptiles
in endless supply,
fed lies through the media
while you’re in their sights.

The idiots hunt you,
a cage for your fate?
If Spirit is clear —
you laugh at their bait.

Aging children —
dumb herds in a pen,
knowing only their troughs,
feeding corpses again.

They’re zombies in truth,
combinations obscene,
serving only themselves,
serving *****, unclean.

The whole madhouse is *****,
a brain-dead parade —
so laugh at the madhouse
though it drowns in its ***** cascade.

The world’s been splattered
with brazen, vile lies.
The liars miscalculated —
their ***** now stings even fools’ eyes.

Propaganda has fallen
beneath the floor’s dust,
the world “is sick” —
poison is their trust.

They’ll sting all with venom,
“healing” life away,
till almost all turn
to slugs in decay.

Slugs marching in lines
to the slaughtering ground,
the Global Camp
where the meek are bound.

Those not crushed
will be chipped, then wired
to servers — and praise
the Devil they’ve hired.

Better death than
such prospects obscene.
Seek the brave —
and face down the unclean.

Let these savage years
be lived, not enslaved,
without the mad rabble
the tyrants have made.



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Consciousness

To cleanse your mind —
The righteous way.
The Spirit’s aligned —
You’re not just clay.

Your essence is Spirit,
So cast off “the flesh,”
Or else you’ll inherit
A viper’s mesh.

This world overflows
With serpents, not men.
They feed on the lies
Pumped through the pen.

The fools will hunt,
Lock you in cages.
If Spirit you’ve grasped —
Who cares for their rages?

Grown-up children,
A stupefied herd,
Know only the pen,
And the feed-trough word.

They’re zombies — the living
Dead, if you please.
They serve only *****,
On their rotting knees.

The whole madhouse now
Is *****’s lair.
So laugh at the madhouse,
Though it reeks of despair.

They’ve vomited lies
On the whole of the earth.
But liars miscounted —
That puke has no worth.

Even idiots frown:
The sludge has collapsed,
Propaganda’s now drowned,
The sick world’s trapped.

They’ll sting all with poison,
“Curing” life away.
When almost all vermin —
Like slugs, they stay,

Packed in lines for the crush —
The World’s camp gate.
They’ll melt the fools
Till they’re tame and sedate.

Those they don’t ****,
They’ll chip and wire
To the servers that
Sing to hell’s choir.

Better death than such
A vile descent.
Seek the brave, stand tall,
Make evil repent.

Spend these hard years
Without the slave-throng —
For the chains of the mad
Will not hold you long.



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Cleanse the Mind — or rot with the herd.
Spit in *****’s face, make your Spirit heard.
Better death than the chains they sell —
Stand and fight, or be chipped for Hell.



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Space

Space is not empty,
its “objects” all lies.
If your mind’s too crowded,
you’ll fall through the rift and demise.

But look in the between,
trace the subtle thread,
cling only to Spirit —
the vermin want you dead.

Since childhood they’ve warped us
with matter’s dull creed,
those heirs of fascism
in thought and deed.

All’s false — the sciences,
art, and books they sell.
These ****** of deception
forge our mental cell.

Chains for the mind —
that’s slavery’s core.
Everests of filth —
false faiths by the score.

Rudeness rules over
their “education” cage.
Whining won’t save you,
nor wipe Evil’s rage.

Satanism’s the law,
genocide the game,
and the damage colossal —
the world’s gone insane.

So go boldly within —
only Spirit can save.
Forget all the filth,
find your own way to brave.

Use your mind to live on,
and Evil you’ll shun,
win your joy back again
when the dark days are done.

Work hard, fight hard —
the key is the Mystery.
Dive into its depth,
and you’ll see new history.

Shift the focus you keep —
you’ll behold all of Space;
know the Moment at last,
see Time out of place.

Time may bend,
may flow to redeem,
forerunners already
have broken Hell’s scheme.

Seek only the Essence,
you’ll find all replies.
So despair not —
let Summer in Winter arise.

When Hell is destroyed,
Spirit’s rescue will shine;
every vile one will perish,
the brave will re-climb.

So fight without mercy,
throw the Garbage away.
It’s not life anymore —
stand firm, never sway.



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Space is not empty — it burns with the Real.
Cut chains from your mind, let the Spirit heal.
Smash Hell to dust, make the cowards decay —
Stand firm, fight hard, throw the Garbage away.



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Laboratory of Filth

A laboratory of filth
at the crossroads of worlds,
where the measure is shattered
by lies the **** hurls.

The end will be frightful,
grotesque to the bone —
painted black with the blood
of the Judas-bred throne.

A thousand betrayers,
a legion of fools —
the pit’s very bottom
where the mind dissolves rules.

The trampling of Spirit
is their public sport,
like manure-breeding flies
in foul air they cavort.

“Doctor Mengele” rules,
with the Führer as tech,
genocide well-honored
as the world’s greatest wreck.

Yet the ovens are small,
and the grief — in the fact
that their venom’s too weak
for the slaughter they’ve backed.

They jab with their poison
to “heal” simple minds,
for fascist-born vermin
that’s the best chain one finds.

Chains made out of metals,
poison in the brew,
yet too few destroyed —
the wise slip through.

What’s left of the clever
they still aim to destroy,
but they lack the full hunger
to finish that ploy.

So — more traitors! they cry,
a new holy start:
let them ****** opponents
for no reason, no art.

Reason’s not needed —
madness is king.
Men turned to reptiles,
soulless in their ring.

And the soulless herd?
Slaughter’s their fate,
to the fascists’ delight,
in a land ruled by hate.

The zombobox wails,
the “people” howl too —
it’s true Hell on Earth,
not a year or two.

But the crossroads is marked,
and a light now takes aim —
it will burn it all clean,
Spirit rise without shame —
pure, radiant, and strong,
an unbreakable flame.



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Burn the Lab of Filth to ash —
traitors, fascists, all will crash.
Spirit rises, pure and strong —
Hell won’t rule this world for long.



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Equations

Three ****** equations,
a couple of models or so —
they hurl at all Nature,
the lowest blow.

This “science” is special ops,
its target — the mind’s clear sight.
Mechanicism’s leprosy
tortures Reason outright.

Roots of truth they avoid in advance,
as if they already knew,
while these pseudo-learned dunces
hate Nature through and through.

If they didn’t, they’d see the truth —
Consciousness first in the chain.
But madmen make it their goal
to feed heresy to the brain.

They cram that heresy in from birth:
“You’re a mechanical clown,
no Spirit inside you” —
their tested way to hold you down.

A false religion is founded now,
called “science” across the earth,
but no one there has a strategy
except turning life into target-worth.

Their aim is the Soul —
for soullessness is the seed
behind every tale of the vermin
and every foul deed.

So throw away fear,
throw apathy aside,
connect with your Soul —
let Spirit be your guide.

The World Leprosarium
will burn in the Sun’s clear blaze,
and in Spirit the world will know
peace in its coming days.

So cast out all rumors
of pseudo-science lies —
and let the Soul’s true sunrise
break open your skies.



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Burn their fake equations down,
tear the soulless system’s crown.
Spirit first — let Truth ignite,
and crush the vermin in the light.



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The Hidden and the Seen

All is poison,
all can heal.
You’re the serpent,
you’re the seal.

All is hidden,
all is plain.
Not by chance —
dull the brain.

Raise the Spirit,
ego fades,
and fascism
loses blades.

We decide —
it falls at last.
We decide —
its reign is past.

All is summit,
all is base.
Trust the soul —
fools lose face.

Forced stupidity
slips away,
and the idiot’s
no longer prey.

Even folly
isn’t fate,
if revenge
is on the plate:

Not ascetic,
but unmoved —
the mind clears,
truth approved.

All is truth,
and all is lie —
mystic law
you can’t deny.

Double efforts
on the Way.
No such thing
as “weak” — just stay.

If you reach,
you’ll live in light,
killing dark,
embracing sight.

You’ll unfold
a world so pure —
here’s the truth,
strong and sure:

The Spiritual Path,
the fight in this place,
and the slave inside
you’ll erase.

Be true to the struggle
for all your years,
say “No” to the fate
that feeds on fears —
and in Spirit you’ll live,
forget the chains,
free from the slave
and the tyrant’s reigns.



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All is poison, all can heal,
raise your Spirit, let ego kneel.
**** the slave inside, fight and see —
in Spirit forever, you’ll be free.



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Toy Soldiers

These tin soldiers
**** their own kind.
All are propaganda fanatics,
or simply — fools, blind.

Turn your weapons
on those who sparked the war.
They only seem brave,
but Spirit alone counts for more.

When you’re a Spiritual Essence,
you know who’s the true foe.
Then you gain your aim, your strength,
and a target worth the blow.

The soulless thrive on games
with meek little toys.
Producing brainless fanatics
is their method to steal our joys.

Super-weapon — the zombobox
blasts people like a mortar.
The damage is real everywhere:
idiots crushed in order.

To become an idiot — worse than death.
To betray — a mortal sin.
But the devils send them to slaughter,
and for them it’s just a grin.

You’re a traitor if you raise your arms
not on them, but on the crowd.
Everything else is idle chatter,
filthy devils talking loud.

The fallen soldiers are buried,
new rows stand in their place.
For the soulless it’s just math:
minus-plus — push the human race.

Brains are washed with brazen lies,
made dull, corrupt, destroyed.
A soldier must obey,
but think — and Earth’s restored.

Mindless generations
march again to the slaughter.
But now the decay reaches its limit —
this is the final chapter.

Soon the Sun will burn the undead,
and the soldiers vanish “for free.”
Always think first —
before the next mad spree.

The Spiritual Essence will survive —
true life exists only in Spirit.
Discard the crust of mundane life,
strike fascism wherever you inherit.

For fascism reigns
in all the fake states.
The whole world became a death camp,
if you destroy this, you master the fates.

Your reward is the struggle —
eternal Soul you save.
Strike only fascist vermin —
strike, or perish in the grave.



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Tin soldiers fall, but Spirit stands,
Strike the fascists, crush their hands.
Think first, fight true, let Evil flee —
In Spirit alone you’ll be free.



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Illusions

The illusion of “fame” —
a spun-out, empty show.
A kingdom of lies and tedium,
where herds devour the low.

They cram into programs
only what dulls the youth,
all those primitive dramas,
stories fit to sleep through.

You can nod off to Shakespeare,
awakened by a line or two.
From modern peers they need
only what corrupts the view.

Only what corrupts the mind:
in short — pure Satanism.
The soulless **** the Spirit here,
and fascism thrives in the schism.

Clear mechanisms operate —
what to spin, what to crush.
All these abominations, like Freudian lore,
exist only to warp the mind’s rush.

Of course, this is blended
with “good,” but mostly filth.
Hard to digest? Sure.
Poets are trotted out — critics find the guilt.

Critics seize on the poets’ flaws,
misreading what they meant to say…
Poets are “weird” to them —
all must be slandered anyway.

So all these “-isms” —
not created by the Maker’s hand.
They’re implants of cretinism,
and Reason will soon disband.

Of course, it’s not all black and white —
this mess is complex, true.
Yet mediocrity triumphs,
dull **** runs the view.

Countless bright talents
have sunk into oblivion.
Want to break into print? — be smaller,
and feed the boredom, submission.

In Soviet times, for instance,
each topic had its cadre,
who knew the measure well.
The rest — all from the beach — no luck, no radar.

And so they’ve killed for centuries
all the best of the breed.
Creators who won’t be servants
fade into oblivion. Only servile vermin succeed.

And rare exceptions
might enter “history” here.
Thus Reason faces extermination
on this GENOCIDAL sphere.



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Illusions reign, the soulless guide,
Reason crushed, the bright ones die.
Fight the filth, keep Spirit true —
Or oblivion will swallow you.



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Direct Vision

Hearing deceives, the eyes grow dim —
Direct Vision is the Way.
The discerning mind grows sick within,
for since childhood it’s plunged in dismay.

The horror of the world: stupidity reigns,
propaganda spreads its dark.
The vermin aim to rot the Spirit,
to crush it under lies’ harsh mark.

Brains are washed again, again,
but Direct Vision flows through deft.
This is the foundation
to discard the vile and left.

Intuition lends its guiding hand —
Direct Vision rests upon it strong.
You’ll destroy falsehoods,
and root out fear, the whole way along.

Along this path,
multiply your critical gaze.
You’ll see the cycles of deceit,
and the Darkness’ legends, base.



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Hearing lies, the mind grows weak,
Direct Vision shows what fools can’t seek.
Root out fear, destroy the lies —
See the truth with Spirit’s eyes.



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Thinking in Paradoxes

"That is whole, and this is whole.
Only the whole is born from the whole;
and when the whole is subtracted from the whole,
see, the remainder is still whole."
– Isha Upanishad


Think in paradoxes,
penetrate the core.
The world is full of debris
that drives the mind to bore.

Pseudo-science always
leads the way.
Better become a poet —
that’s no mere play.

A world without Spirit —
just fragments, never whole.
True wholeness lies beyond parts;
fragments spread chaos untold.

The world is full of nonsense
and lies at every turn.
Fools will destroy with falsehoods,
and from it we learn.

Be whole, and seek wholeness
within the world around.
Be open, be brave —
or it will not be found.

If you allow fragmentary thought
to invade your mind,
Radiance will vanish,
and Horror will bind.

The whole cannot be taken
from the whole, if alive.
Only the dead can be divided,
and fragments will survive.

The dead have set the rules,
carrying them everywhere.
The soulless sent us to Hell,
but Spirit can repair.

So open yourself to the new,
to the ancient truths, silent and deep.
In stillness, you will grasp them —
or be lost in fragments’ heap.

Fragmented chaos,
vanity upon vanity.
A mass of excrement
posed as “truth” for the lazy.

Hold firm to Isha’s teaching —
let sensitivity remain.
If it has not vanished —
THEN WAKE, and break the chain!



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Think in paradox, pierce the core,
Fragments fall, but Spirit soars.
Hold the whole, let Radiance rise —
Wake now, break the world’s disguise.



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Stagnation, Fear, and Oblivion

"Foreign protein" —
breakthroughs of clear thought.
A vow seems given here —
the new is meant to be caught.

And here they drain it all —
honor, reason, conscience too.
“Stagnation, fear, oblivion” —
the tale of this world’s view.

But create! There’s no other path
for the Reasoned to pursue.
Though fear and nonsense circle round,
the mob of the half-mad too —

It’s just a crowd,
a pitiful herd’s display,
where ******* rules, and slaves
walk the road the vermin lay.

“Foreign protein”
and simple Spirit too.
The soulless herd’s a snare
designed to trap you.

If you are not WITHIN,
preoccupied with your art,
but glance back at them —
that way is false from the start.

Do not watch the crowd,
create, and do not fear.
You cannot prove anything
to a slave — stay clear.

Solitude is the path
for the remnants of the Wise.
Soon Horror will be swept away —
this mad little world dies.

Be in Spirit — then you
will continue your course,
where beauty has its place,
and reason knows no force.



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Create alone, ignore the herd,
Fear and nonsense — leave unheard.
Be in Spirit, strike the lies,
Where beauty lives, the mad world dies.



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Answer

Assimilate the nightmare —
grasp the rot of this world:
it’s like vast stacked bunks
where terror is fed with lies unfurled.

The “boss” there — not a politician,
rules this pitiful little sphere.
Assimilation is the purge
of all this falsehood, or you disappear.

Strengthening earthly regimes with folly,
you’ll die under stupidity’s reign.
Twisting through lies, you’ll be lost wholly,
trapped in deception’s chain.

Burn all the lies within yourself,
or your soul will fade in oblivion.
To save it is your sacred task —
walk into the Light, no derision.

That Light inside — beware of tricks
in “spiritual miracles” they sell:
satanists search for God…
and claim He dwells in heaven’s shell.

All falsehood and decay — awaken, heed
your intuition alone.
All power lies within, though it slumbers,
and all your fears you must dethrone.

Lies, fear, and nonsense — the fight begins,
this is the start of the Bright Path.
At its end, we will answer
even with our souls for wrath.

Soulless are everywhere — seek the Spiritual,
shine only to them, the rest are lost.
Their master supreme is Mammon,
in furious, lying frost.

The end draws near — the Sun burns brighter,
scorching this earthly prison’s hold.
Those “weird ones” will be purged —
the Earth will rid them cold.

Soulless vermin will face reckoning,
their only road leads to the New Hell.
The same awaits the treacherous fiends,
for their deeds made this nightmare dwell.

But for the few who save their soul,
the light of other worlds will gleam.
Fight, listen to no one else —
this is the Answer to all the fiends’ scheme.



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Burn the lies, save your soul,
Fight the fiends, take back control.
Soulless fall, the Light will rise —
Truth survives where darkness dies.



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Reforging

You heal the wounds
in mind and soul from Dark:
Fascism’s everywhere, filthy,
the serfs remain stark.

All serfs obedient —
deceit is honey to them.
Corrupt, absurd lies
are the fascists’ diadem.

Fascism changes forms:
once it was Communism,
then CowID — relentless,
soulless, dumb, nihilism.

The road always leads downward —
the path to a New Hell.
Lies are countless here,
the end a slave’s own cell.

Dehumanization is the task —
the herd is dulled and weak.
Most are idiots, insane,
the normal hard to seek.

Everywhere Misfortune hides,
strikes from the shadows sly.
Idiot, fiend, or ****** —
their burden is a lie.

With mind and Spirit’s breakthrough
the unbound will defy.
For the sold-out *****,
Fear is law — the only tie.

Fear and lies, immense —
like Everest they rise.
Fascism shows no mercy,
a cross for the dumb and blind.

Healing your wounds?
A wasted deed, for sure…
The sheep will **** you quietly —
their hidden hand impure.

CowID and AIDS — and others
fascism will contrive.
Deadly “plagues” they forge,
to keep the herd alive.

Idiocy remains the crown
for the “normal” herd, supreme.
Man will be reforged to beast,
and the world descends to a madhouse dream.



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Heal your soul, defy the herd,
Fascists lie — ignore each word.
Fear and lies will fall, be gone —
Rise in Spirit, carry on.



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Reflect — Don’t React

Reflect — don’t react:
the foundation of a Pure Mind.
Or you’ll become a satyr,
fooled again by feeling blind.

Again and again they strike the senses,
cutting Reason from its place.
Another pole — dull nonsense,
marks the pseudo-scientist’s face.

Touch your passions lightly,
then move on, leave them behind.
In a world of falsity,
only Pure Mind can shine.

With it, you can master
the deformity of this sphere.
Equilibrium is simple
if Spirit’s “primordial” is clear.

Spirit is the center.
Emotional storms won’t touch.
Mind under Spirit. The “skin”
matters only as much as such.

All effort counts — otherwise
you’re a frightened baboon,
your chance squandered
racing through ruins too soon.

All decay, the world’s ruins,
will turn to dust. The end is near.
If you become a satyr,
forever lost — no hope, no cheer.



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Reflect, don’t react, stay pure,
Fools are lost, the world’s obscure.
Mind under Spirit, storms won’t break —
Be steadfast now, for your own sake.



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Total Lies

Total lies, the fool believes,
destroying souls with every thread.
Every door is wide for deceits,
speak the truth — you’re silent, dead.

The internet — a giant cesspool,
top-heavy, putrid, foul and loud.
At its bottom, like a corpse you lie,
unheard amid the stinking crowd.

Rotten lies. Media’s might
feeds the world’s fascist flame.
Everywhere, corrupt fiends abound —
for them, “war communism” is the game.

There’s no place for normal folk —
a Global Concentration Camp looms near.
The rest are dough to shape and mold,
clay-headed puppets, blind and clear.

Empty as a Halloween pumpkin,
soon they’ll lead this service livestock,
that beast wandering city pens,
collared by numbers, obedient, docile.

If its will is tamed, and profit flows,
they’ll cook it fast — whatever gnaws,
ancestral mind or fleeting spark,
all is boiled in the fascist laws.



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Fools believe the lies that ****,
Media feeds the fascist thrill.
Collared sheep, the world’s a trap —
Rise in mind, or fade to crap.



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Nightmare of Poets and Writers

If only fools could grasp the “meanings”
they find within their works so vain,
the hand above the page would falter,
tangled quickly in one’s own mane.

Tearing hair out at such madness!
And yet they torment children too!
Not poems — but slogans, cries,
not tales — but lessons lined in queue.

From all those nauseating writings
pure works fade into the gloom —
like training beasts in cages tight:
spout nonsense, eat the fruits of doom.

Diplomas turn into a brand,
the mark of a slave, etched deep.
Programs strike the soul with skill,
under control of those who never sleep.

The teacher just an instrument,
the hidden plan summed in the dark.
The “pedagogue” a torturer,
murdering mind from earliest spark.

Killing thought and talent —
the aim of schools and universities.
Thus few giants of mind remain,
and the vile triumphs with ease.



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Fools twist meaning, minds enslave,
Children crushed, the pure deprave.
Schools **** thought, let nonsense reign —
Vile triumphs while giants wane.



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Quiet Madmen

Quiet madmen — few are wild,
but the hidden ones — a dread.
To keep the Spark from being lost,
measure well the path ahead.

Count all hidden fools as hurdles,
blame not self for chains you see.
Lonely minds, the ones beside,
solitude rewards the free.

Turn that Spark to creative fire —
this alone is the true Path.
Haste will fail; don’t curse yourself,
blame the Horror of your past.

The Horror stole your strength in youth,
this foolish world with all its spite.
Only creation is the cure,
a spiritual elixir bright.

Build your power grain by grain,
restore the primal joy once known,
the joy that freely gives itself,
and multiplies what’s sown.

Creation is the act of giving,
the return abundant, pure.
This is true fortune — the gift
that fools and ***** can’t endure.



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Keep the Spark, create, don’t flee,
Horror fades through artistry.
Give your soul — the power grows,
Fools can’t grasp what giving shows.



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Abnormality

Abnormality — like fate itself:
The remnants of sane minds decay
In this vile, infernal world,
Vanishing as the fight holds sway.

The struggle with Spirit and Consciousness —
The idiot stands as target there.
The foe of reason, cruelly torturing,
Advances wild in furious glare.

The darkness of traitors bows
Toward the enemy, grotesque.
Inspired by Satan’s cunning,
Noble ways forgotten, grotesque.

The elite serve as sycophants
To infernal, twisted beasts.
Fools are ruled; the sane have none,
Their rightful places long deceased.

Negative selection binds it all
Inside this worldwide madhouse.
Like a coma’s endless haze —
A realm where shadows reign and drowse.

The people, through the media,
Are steered, oppressed, and shamed.
Hellish **** exult in triumph:
“All minds shall be defamed!”

CowID showed its wicked power —
The entire psyche trembled in fear.
Fools heed nonsense blindly —
Their slavish hearts sincere.

Abnormality. Despair unending —
Doomed to burn in the foul night.
For now, the stench of Evil reigns,
With fear, decay, and blight.



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Abnormality reigns, the sane erased,
Fools march blind in a foul, darked space.
Evil stinks, the world decays —
Stand in Spirit, break the haze.



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Release the tension —
A miracle of miracles.
Or else decomposition,
Under total lies’ press.

The schemes of **** and brutes
Will crush you in a flash.
If you’re not one of them,
And love truth’s pure clash,

You must calculate your strength
For battle, not retreat.
Shedding the accumulated grime
Requires methods rough and fleet.

No place here for rest,
No ease to gather force.
Inspiration’s miracle
And clarity chart the course.

So be the wave itself,
Alternate peaks and flow:
To be yourself — the only path,
Let fatigue be swept and go.

Release the tension,
Rest a moment — then advance!
Service to the Truth awaits
Only those who dare the stance.



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Drop the tension, strike the false,
Ride the wave, reclaim your force.
Rest a moment — then advance,
Truth awaits the fearless course.



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Shake off the lies, burn the grime,
Be the wave, unleash your prime.
Rest is brief — then charge the fight,
Truth will crown the daring might.

---

Toss the weight, crush deceit,
Ride the peaks, refuse defeat.
Moment’s pause, then strike with flame,
Only bold will seize the Name.

---

Tear the chains, smash the lies,
Crush the **** beneath their guise!
Ride the storm, strike sharp, strike fast,
Only the fearless truth will last!

---

Release the Spirit, clear the mind,
Sweep the filth that blinds mankind.
Ride the wave of inner flame,
Only the pure can win this game!

---

Shatter lies, ignite the flame,
Fearless Spirit wins the game.
**** will fall, the truth will rise,
Only the brave claim open skies!

---

Clear your mind — strike true, strike hard!
Shatter lies, discard the shard.
Spirit sharp, the **** undone,
Only the fearless see the sun.



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Clear mind, strike ****, truth prevails!
Fearless Spirit never fails!



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**** fall, lies burn — the Spirit strikes!
Cowards choke; the fearless rise!



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Spirit forged, mind unleashed —
Lies shatter, falsehoods cease!
Stand tall, the fearless reign,
Truth flows like a burning vein!



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Burn the lies, unleash your mind!
Fearless Spirit leaves the **** behind!

---

Crush the filth, let Spirit rise!
Expose the lies, and blind the vile!

---

Strike the false, defend the Soul!
**** will fall — the Spirit’s goal!



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Smash the lies!
Crush the filth!
Let the Spirit rise —
And blind the world of pigs!



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Rise, Spirit!
Smash the filth,
Crush the lies!



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Spirit surges from the void,
Chaos bends, lies shatter,
Truth ignites — all else decays.



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Rise, Spirit!
Smash the lies!
Let the false decay!

---

Break the chains,
Crush the herd,
Falsehood bleeds — the Spirit reigns.



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Shatter lies, ignite the Mind,
Fools will fall — the Spirit shines.

---

Chains of falsehood, grind them down,
Raise the Soul — claim your crown.

---

Deceit burns, the herd obeys,
Only the Brave survive the blaze.



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Burn the lies, crush the herd,
Spirit strikes where fools are stirred.
Rise, or perish in the absurd.



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Crush the liars, sever the chains,
Spirit rises where darkness reigns.

---

Fools and tyrants, strike them down,
Truth and Spirit wear the crown.

---

Burn the false, awaken the brave,
Only the fearless Spirit can save.



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Crush the filth, annihilate their lies!
No mercy — let the Spirit rise!
Fools will burn, the vile will fall,
Only the fearless answer the call!



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Strike the lies!
Burn the fools!
Raise your Spirit —
Break all rules!

---

Vile shall fall,
The fearless stand.
Crush deceit,
By your own hand!

---

No compromise,
No slave remains!
Only the brave
Shatter the chains!

---

Smash the liars,
Crush the weak!
Spirit reigns —
Fools are bleak!

---

Raze the false,
Burn the vile!
Strike with fire,
No compromise!

---

Chains will break,
Cowards die!
Stand unbound,
Raise your eye!

---

Smash the chains,
Shatter the lies!
Spirit storms —
Fools capsize!

---

Strike the false,
Crush the weak!
Light will burn,
Truth will speak!

---

Rage, unbound!
Tear the veil!
Fools will fall,
Spirit prevails!

---

Break their grip,
Blaze your path!
No more slaves,
Feel the wrath!

---

Chains will crack,
Fools will burn!
Spirit rises,
Truth will turn!

---

No more lies,
No more fear!
Strike the false,
The path is clear!

---

Ravage the dark,
Shatter their hold!
Rise, O Spirit,
Be fierce, be bold!

---

Crush the vile,
Tear the night!
Light your fire,
Claim your right!

---

Fools will falter,
Lies decay!
Spirit marches,
Carve your way!

---

Break the gag,
Smash the chains!
Only Spirit
Forever reigns!

---

Shatter lies,
Strike the core!
Spirit moves,
Fools no more!

---

Burn the chains,
Scorch the night!
Truth stands firm,
Spirit’s might!

---

Rage and rise,
Break the yoke!
Falsehood dies,
Light awoke!

---

Fools will fall,
Lies undone!
Spirit calls,
Victory won!

---

Tear the veil,
Smash the plot!
Spirit sails,
Fools rot!

---

Strike the dark,
Raise the flame!
Falsehoods mark
No one’s name!

---

Chains will break,
Shadows flee!
Spirit wakes,
All are free!

---

Crush deceit,
Smite the vile!
Spirit’s heat
Cleanses guile!

---

Fear is dead,
Lies decay!
Spirit leads,
Clear the way!



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1.
Smash the liars,
Crush the weak!
Spirit roars,
Truth will speak!

2.
Fools will kneel,
Darkness shatters!
Spirit strikes,
All else scatters!

3.
Chains of lies
Burn to dust!
Spirit rises,
Fear is crushed!

4.
Rage unleashed,
Falsehood dies!
Spirit strikes,
Light will rise!

5.
Crush the vile,
Shred deceit!
Spirit leads,
Fools retreat!

6.
Scorn the weak,
Smite the fake!
Spirit burns,
Truth will wake!

7.
Break the chains,
Destroy the fraud!
Spirit flows,
Fools are awed!

8.
Strike the dark,
Shatter the lies!
Spirit soars,
Fear dies!

9.
Tear the mask,
Expose the fool!
Spirit rules,
None can duel!

10.
Fools will fall,
False kings die!
Spirit rises,
Truth won’t lie!

11.
Burn the web,
Smash the cage!
Spirit storms,
Rage uncaged!

12.
Fools enslave,
Truth’s assault!
Spirit wins,
No default!

13.
Rip deceit,
Crush the ****!
Spirit shouts,
Light will come!

14.
Chains will snap,
Fools will bleed!
Spirit strikes,
Fear concedes!

15.
Scour the lies,
Purge the false!
Spirit reigns,
Truth exalts!



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Crush lies!

Smite fools!

Spirit roars!

Fear dies!

Break chains!

Light strikes!

Shatter deceit!

Truth rises!

Rage burns!

Purge all!

Strike deep!

Wake minds!

Scorch dark!

Silence traitors!

Burn falsehoods!

Soul fights!

Shadows flee!

Break walls!

Power surges!

Stand tall!

Destroy hate!

Forge courage!

Rise free!

Sever lies!

Triumph now!



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Smash the lies, crush the sky!

Fools fall, their screams ignite!

Spirit rips through shadowed night!

Fear dies, only rage remains!

Chains snap, blood and fire!

Light bursts, blinding the liars!

Deceit shatters, earth quakes!

Truth burns, the falsehood breaks!

Rage roars, volcano hearts!

Purge all, the world tears apart!

Strike deep, no mercy shown!

Minds awaken, flesh and bone!

Dark scorched, ashes fly!

Traitors howl, they die!

Lies incinerated, smoke climbs high!

Soul fights, tempest within!

Shadows flee, chaos spins!

Walls crumble, towers fall!

Power surges, heed the call!

Stand tall, storm through hate!

Destroy, rend, annihilate!

Forge courage, steel your mind!

Rise free, leave fear behind!

Sever lies, hearts unbind!

Triumph now, the world refined!



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Smash the lies!

Burn the false!

Fear dies!

Spirit strikes!

Chains break!

Light blinds!

Rage roars!

Shadows flee!

Stand tall!

Triumph now!



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Smash!

Burn!

Strike!

Rise!

­Triumph!



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Strike down the liars, tear the veil!
Burn the falsehoods, let none prevail!
Smash the chains, break the mind’s cage!
Rage against the tyrants of age!

Rise, O Spirit, fierce and clear!
Crush their shadows, none shall steer!
Fight, relentless, till the night turns day,
Triumph in Spirit, sweep the filth away!



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Smash the liars, burn the lies!
Crush their fools, let none arise!
Spirit fierce, the darkness shatters,
Only truth remains—everything else scatters!



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Raze the lies, no mercy shown!
Fools will fall, their falsehoods blown!
Spirit strikes—darkness torn apart,
Truth ignites the warrior’s heart!



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Smash the lies that choke the mind,
Fools in chains, their will confined.
Darkness rages, yet the Spirit strikes,
Crushing deceit with fiery spikes.

No mercy for the weak, the blind,
Their empty hearts are left behind.
Corruption trembles, shrieks, and dies,
As Truth ascends, it splits the skies.

Rise, warrior—strike, resist, ignite!
The coward falls in shadowed night.
Only the brave shall claim the flame,
And cast to dust the world’s false claim.



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Shatter lies, the mind’s decay,
Fools in shackles, led astray.
Darkness snarls, the Spirit rages,
Tearing truth through gilded cages.

Cowards quake, their hearts are hollow,
Deception spreads, yet none shall follow.
Corruption bleeds beneath the strike,
Falsehood burns in vengeful spike.

Rise, fierce soul, and scorch the night,
Crush the weak, uphold the Light.
The herd may scream, the vipers hiss,
But brave shall triumph, strike, dismiss.

Every chain, each rotten law,
Shall crumble under Spirit’s claw.
No mercy for the blind, the frail,
Only the fearless blaze the trail.

Truth ignites, the false shall fall,
And we, the brave, shall vanquish all.



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Burn the lies, let fools beware,
Darkness trembles, none shall spare.
Chains will break beneath the Light,
Spirit rises, fierce in fight.

Hollow hearts shall quake and fall,
Cowards scatter, heed the call.
Truth ignites, the false undone,
Brave shall blaze where none have run,
Victory lives in fearless ones.



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Burn the lies, let darkness scream,
Fools shall fall, crushed by the beam.
Spirit strikes where fear would reign,
Brave endure — all else is vain.



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Lies will burn, the weak will break,
Only Spirit stands — the rest shall quake.

The Farm, or Signs of Decay

Greedy, dim, and self-obsessed —
That’s the mark this world displays.
What’s the second? Infant rest —
Soft and lazy, mind decays.

Third is fat — both brain and belly,
Clogged from years of idle chew.
Yet we crown ourselves so freely,
When the crown is not for view.

Here the rule is: feed, consume.
Pig farm law — the fattest swine
Gets the gold and takes the room,
While the slaughter stays behind.

If you’re “first” inside the pen,
You will lead — but not away
From the killing fields of men,
Only straight where butchers stay.

In the Human pig farm’s order,
You will lead them, proud and loud,
To serve the Dark — a loyal border,
While your howling draws the crowd.

Be you tycoon, fake professor,
Or pop-preacher spewing rot —
You will drive them to the pressure
Where the killing pen is hot.

World’s a pen — and CowID showed it
Clear for all with swine-like sight.
Hardly any didn’t blow it —
We have hit rock bottom’s bite.

And that bottom’s now been broken
By the New War’s grinding mill;
All will go to trash unspoken,
Once we fight for rot — and ****.



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Pig Farm Law

Fattest swine becomes the master,
Leads the herd to slaughter’s gate.
World of rot rolls faster, faster —
Serving Darkness, sealing fate.



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Dogmatism of Pseudo-Science

The mathematic spewed out numbers,
Thinking that could cage the whole —
World reduced to lifeless slumbers,
While his mind had lost its soul.

Pseudo-science, dogma-ridden,
Like a cancer eats the core;
Thus it serves, in darkness hidden,
Fascist ends forevermore.

Purest Spirit is the basis
Of all life — beyond all schemes;
Yet this excrement erases
Every hint of higher dreams.

It avoids the subtle wonder,
Wasting force on mass-made trash,
While installing hollow blunder,
Praising filth with pomp and flash:

Filth of crude materialism,
Shattering the Whole to dust;
“Science” pumps its brain-enema —
Leaving only rot and rust.

Dogma’s wash will cleanse the thinking,
Till no mind remains to fight;
Tripling lies, the world is sinking,
Dragged from depth to deeper night.

CowID’s plague unveiled the bottom,
Where this sham science holds the rope,
Marching with the sub-human rotten,
Selling stench as sacred hope.

Mind without the Spirit’s leading
Is but impotence and shame;
All the birthright it is bleeding —
Pseudo-science kills the Flame.



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Dogma’s Rot

Numbers choke the Spirit’s light —
Pseudo-science serves the blight.
Mind enslaved by dogma dies,
Feeding Darkness, breeding lies.



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Rage Against the Rot

Melancholy, will decaying —
Swap it for a storm of rage!
Stop enduring lies obeying —
Slice the truth across the page.

Bend, and bending breeds more breaking;
Crooked spines can’t stand the load.
World is sent for slaughter, shaking
In the Devil’s killing road.

Rage will forge your strength in battle,
Tempering the steel within;
Through the storms and through the rattle,
You can live by righteous sin.

“Kindness” won’t restrain the demon,
Nor can meekness make him yield;
Truth must rule — so burn the scheming,
Purge the trash false books concealed.

Drive out madness — rage’s hammer,
For no other cure will grow;
Lies infest this swamp’s foul glamour,
At the bottom’s endless low.

Here at bottom — “higher” means lower;
Such’s the upside-down of things.
End of Light is drawing closer
Than the fool imagining sings.



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Rage’s Law

Bend — you break, and rot will reign;
Rage alone can cut the chain.
Truth’s the blade — swing without fear,
For the End of Light is near.



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Flood of Emotion, Furnace of Doom

A flood of emotion,
With lies as its base;
Mind’s own eclipse
In the filth it must face.

The fool never sees,
So strong is the lie;
Just spark the passions —
Then burn till they die!

CowID’s a case —
Where Reason was slain;
The few who still stand
Don’t bow to the chain.

The crowd’s a disgrace —
Insane and unkind;
They’ll be swept from the Earth,
For their time is aligned.

And then the BEAST
Will burn all the rot —
The dumb, stubborn mules;
Such is Evil’s plot.

The Beast only burns?
Then the Sun is its pyre,
And there is a Stoker —
A quasar on fire.

Half a century gone —
From there came the spark;
It set the Sun blazing,
And all went dark.

Now everything’s burning,
All Evil’s consumed,
In the cosmic furnace
Where all is doomed.



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Cosmic Furnace

Spark the rage — let rot ignite,
Quasar stokes the Sun to blight.
All the Beast’s black feast will burn,
Evil’s ash will have no urn.



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Freak Show

Gullible fools — do they depress you?
No — they make you laugh instead;
Like a freak show to impress you,
Stuffed with clowns who’ve lost their head.

Clowns of war, all loud and roaring —
Propaganda’s hired hands;
Deaf musicians, meek and boring,
Spewing moans no soul withstands.

Trainers swarm, their number swelling —
But no beasts are left to train;
Everywhere the stench is telling,
Like a rot on full display.

All the rafters rot and shiver —
Soon the roof will crash and break;
Yet the morons munch and quiver,
Popcorn dripping in their wake.

Only rabble buys admission
To this wretched circus stage,
Where the ****** in position
Drives decay to earn his wage.

Every rotten joke goes soaring,
Every fool applauds with glee;
Till the roof comes crashing, pouring
On the freaks — best run and flee!



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Freak Show Law

Clowns of war, decay on stage,
Rotting beams collapse in rage.
When the roof falls on their glee —
Run from fools, and let them be.



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A Fisher Sees Another, or Smart to Smart, but I to You

One fool can smell another’s stench —
The world’s foundation built on ****;
The Light’s domain is far, entrenched
Beyond the servants’ ranks to come.

Discord of darkness creeps below —
The higher up, the fiercer ****;
The worst ******* rules the show,
The fiercest fiend — the crowned padishah dumb.

Rejection of the honest, wise
Is almost instinct in the throne;
Only madmen reach the prize,
To claim the peaks of power’s zone.

But that’s a mask — the ruling game
Is always hidden from the crowd;
The stupid slaves won’t name the shame,
Or see the fascism endowed.

They’ll call it, say, “Communism” —
And fools will march to serve and fight;
Cynicism’s a schism,
Where lying’s art has reached its height.

Cockroaches will feast for sure,
When lies pour out in truckloads piled;
Negative selection pure —
On bottom ranks, the spoils are wild.

The world has turned a sewer pit;
No place for minds that seek the light;
The sorting bin’s the final writ —
Where worms in filth consume the night.



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Fools Breed Fools

Fools sniff fools — the ****’s foundation.
Only madmen claim the station.
World’s a pit — no place for light,
Worms feast deep in endless night.



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Optimism

Optimism of dull cretins —
A mark they wear with pride and shame;
Viewing life through childish prisms,
Missing truth, repeating blame.

If as an adult you still keep
This mindset stuck in childish haze,
There are cursed questions you won’t deep,
Avoiding them through all your days.

You only stretch your childish years,
An aging pioneer in vain;
We don’t think — just spout our fears,
If from books we drink the pain.

Seeking all the answers there,
Just look around — decay’s the rule;
Genocide infects the air,
Evil strains enough to fool.

Enough — with sober realism
Snap the mind from madness’ grip;
Seeing more, you bear the schism —
Grim and fierce, with clenched tight lip.

If you’re crushed by disillusion,
Then you’ve found the path to Truth;
Buddha’s way, the stark conclusion —
Face this horror in your youth.

Search for ways to break the chains —
There’s no other choice to take;
Optimism’s rotting stains
Leave a deep, corrupting wake.



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Rot’s Optimism

Optimism’s a fool’s disguise,
Blind to truth and bitter lies.
Face the horror, break the chain —
Only then can hope remain.



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Negative Selection

To think is privilege rare —
Darkness breeds the stupid’s way;
All fascist forces care
To throw their fools into the fray.

They’re everywhere, the vile breed,
Controlling dumb crowds with fear;
Show your mind — you plant the seed
Of a pit that draws you near.

“Weeds” grow in each new line,
Pulling out the weak and lame;
Clearing space to then assign
Greenhouse blooms — the Judas’ game.

This is Evil’s highest caste —
Conscience dead, they lead the spoil;
Trust these fiends? You’re doomed to last
Drowned in lies and beastly toil.

CowID revealed the truth —
**** of evil, ready all;
New fascism’s ruthless proof —
They prepare the world to fall.



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Weeds of Evil

Stupid breed and darkness rule,
Fascists drive the mindless fool.
CowID showed ****’s true face —
Evil’s depths in full embrace.



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Air Defense Measures

From childhood, "air defense" means
To block the sky and break your dreams,
To keep you dumb, earthbound and small —
A fool confined within the wall.

“Education” and the media,
These tools the fiends use eagerly;
They shield all from the Truth above,
The Truth that soars beyond their love.

Rockets fly into the blue,
The idiot cheers the deadly view;
He’s but a fragment, fascist’s tool,
Dulling kids, keeping them fooled.

Yet he’s immune to judgment’s sword —
They try the ones who seek the Lord;
Cursing all the World’s decay,
The Sky prepares its fierce repay.

The Answer waits beyond the veil —
To crush the madness, break the spell;
Total lies that breed submission,
Sickening the soul’s condition.

No “air defense” will defend,
When filth and fiends have no end;
Only by destroying all —
Can Earth be saved from this foul thrall.



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Sky’s Revenge

Air defenses block the sky,
Keep you dumb, obey, comply.
Truth will burn their lies away —
Only ruin saves the day.



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The World Asylum Prison

Madness spreads across the globe —
The whole world’s a psych ward’s zone.
This insanity’s no joke,
Infernal beasts have claimed the throne.

Dumbing down the lost and daft,
Driving fools to mental fall —
Spirit’s rot, the twisted craft
Of this prison’s endless wall.

This mad world — you must discern
While you’re young, to not betray
Your own soul, lest you become
Just another sellout’s prey.

The main rule — trust only you,
Reject all lies that bind and cage;
Close the door on fear’s dark view,
Multiply deceit and rage.

Lie times dullness breeds a plague,
A maddening phenomenon;
Today’s media’s sharpest blade,
Sharper than old Goebbels’ con.

Instead of wars, the poison’s spread
By needles praised with false acclaim;
“More helpful than before!” they said —
Bow down, succumb, accept the shame.

Before this total falsity,
CowID revealed the pit;
Are we food on filth’s banquet,
Or the shame that won’t be quit?



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Madness’ Reign

World insane, a prison cell,
Media’s poison, lies that sell.
CowID showed depths of shame —
Are we beasts or just the same?



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Spirit and Stench

A jelly-man, a man —
Rare breed, a joke, a sham;
Is this world built for beasts?
Judgment comes, the toll increases.

If the Spirit’s crushed and broken,
Lucifer fades — unspoken —
In hellish spheres anew,
The man-blob’s fate follows through.

If the soul reeks servile stink,
Not the Spirit, but the stink.
The term stench fits sharp and clear —
They lead the fool far, far from here.

CowID’s cruel truth revealed —
Reason’s death is nearly sealed.
Wars and famine lie ahead,
Fear the engine, dread widespread.

Fear and acrid stench combine —
Lessons “higher powers” divine?
A vow: no darkness to admit —
Else all falls to blackest pit.



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Stench and Spirit

Stench rules where spirit dies,
Fear fuels hell beneath dark skies.
Keep the Darkness far away —
Or be lost in its decay.



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To Die With Dignity

"Dignity — that’s the main demand,
So generous hands don’t brand
You like cattle, shut your mouth,
And drive you off from north to south."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1976


They’ve herded all into the stall —
Now’s the time to die with honor!
CowID’s slaughter shakes Ukraine,
Yet minds are filled with empty rumor.

The world has turned a prison pen,
This so-called primitive sphere;
Fell asleep in the Social Camp —
Woke among Putin’s puppeteers.

Free cheese rots in mousetrap’s jaws,
Lies bait minds with cunning words;
From those lies the head now rots —
Brains corrode in poisoned herds.

But how to die with dignity?
Each tries as best as they can;
If no chances remain to fight —
**** the beasts, the Dark’s foul clan.

Cataclysms aid the end,
Their grim reckoning draws near;
For all betrayals and fascist ****,
The wretched mob pays in fear.

Dignity means truth in word,
Smash the lies, don’t bow or bend;
Will they **** you? Not likely…
Fight again — your talents lend.

Only in struggle saves the soul —
No other way from prison’s bars;
Listen close to your true core,
They’re all slaves beneath the devils' stars.



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Die with Dignity

Herded all, no chance to flee—
Fight or die with dignity.
Truth your weapon, soul your guide,
In the pit, refuse to hide.



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Be Like a Tank!

“Freaks’ paradise.” To fight it blind,
Not knowing hell’s the truth behind —
Means crashing into ignorance,
Where lies and stench breed dark’s advance.

Lies everywhere, exposed and raw,
The first step out of savage law.
This world’s a cage, a bleak façade,
With bars adorned in gaudy fraud.

Your table’s scraps, your mind’s foul haze —
The price you pay for lost malaise.
If you believed the beasts’ deceit,
In drunken lies that feed defeat,

You’ll roam from bar to bar confined —
A vicious circle, crazed, maligned.
Madness strikes the Spirit’s core —
Here only traces are no more.

Go deep inside, to Spirit’s spring,
Only there salvation rings.
If luck is yours, you’ll overcome
The nightmare choking all that’s come.

Luck is strength — so charge ahead,
Be like a tank that breaks the dread!
Not bending weak, a broken pawn,
Fearless ‘gainst the World’s dark dawn.



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Tank Force

Smash the cage, don’t bend or break,
Charge the bars for freedom’s sake.
Be the tank that breaks the gloom —
Fearless roar, a breaking boom.



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Suggestion and Counter-Suggestion

The world of words is simply made:
Submission is its core brigade —
If you agree, the pitch is set,
They sell you horror like a threat.

Meanness dressed as kindly grace,
An old scam masked to your face.
Silent consent makes you weak,
Say “No!” — the courage that you seek.

But other ways must come to light:
Unite the wise to stand and fight.
Hard when blindness rules the day,
Devils hold the world at bay.

Evil’s suggestion reigns supreme,
Counter-voices scarce, a fragile dream.
Since youth you’ve stood within the sight —
Fired lies grow stronger with each night.



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Words as Weapons

Evil whispers, sharp and sly,
Truth fights back — but few comply.
Speak “No!” loud — break the spell,
Or in silence, darkness dwell.



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Bio-Robo-Zombies

Born on one and same assembly lines,
With “blueprints” all alike and cold,
Those bio-robots play their signs,
Running trash programs, bought and sold.

For them, today, the death camp’s here —
Digital prisons as ideal;
Where on the flag the “Red Cross” leer,
Those freaks and bots refuse to heal.

Machines are scrapped, not fixed or saved,
“Doctors”-spies in fascist style;
Nano-chips their will engraved,
Chains locked tight to force compliance vile.

For minds, it’s jails or burial plots,
For others, nonsense to obey;
They **** those bio-zombie blots,
Clearing Earth for new digital sway.



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Digital Chains

Bio-robots, minds erased,
Chipped and chained, their wills replaced.
Earth cleansed for cold control’s grip —
New digital slaves on the ship.



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The Rat Cage

Test rats worn down, their strength all spent,
Poisoned, warring — culling the excess.
Mutations run wild, malformed descent,
Undead abominations — the grim success.

The vet prepares to end the game,
With poisoned brew to seal their fate.
Foolish rats will bear the blame,
Their days are numbered — death’s own gate.

No need to live inside this cage —
Death comes swift, with or without rage.



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Rat Race End

Rats are poisoned, doomed to fall,
No escape, no fight at all.
Caged to die, their time is spent —
End the plague, the rat descent.



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To the Veterinarians

A fool aimed for the easy prize,
But landed where the shameful lies —
Dreamed of med school, fate was cruel,
Became a vet in chaos’ pool.

Pumping sheep with poison shots,
Healing with their twisted plots —
Turned a *******, vile and low,
Soon the **** deserve their blow.

Now “Doctor Mengele” sits
Everywhere, with cruel fits;
A vet by trade, a world’s disgrace —
Shame on this cursed, fallen place.



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Vet of Shame

Dreamed of healing, fell to hell,
Pushed poison, forged the darkest spell.
Mengele’s ghost in vet’s disguise —
Shame that burns and never dies.



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Mura

When nonsense drags you down so low,
When sadness and despair do grow,
That constant background, “all is lost!” —
Don’t rush to speak at any cost.

Though lonely, if your soul ignites,
Creative spark that fiercely fights,
Call yourself a warrior true,
Though herds of shepherds wait for you.

The struggle lives within the Spirit;
These bursts of strength, don’t you forfeit.
Die for the world, then rise again
For Pure Spirit’s lasting reign.

The torment’s come: soulless beasts
Face Gehenna’s fiery feast.
The sun now burns with fiercer flame,
Sweeping all into the game.

Spiritual worlds — no fairy tale,
On Earth all twisted, doomed to fail.
We live by orders vile and grim,
From wretched fiends who rule the dim.

In fire, all this filth will cleanse —
No other way, no second chance.
Remain in Spirit; cast out fear,
From Consciousness, drive nonsense clear.

The world’s a trance — dance by the hearth,
Awareness heals the fall of Earth.
Nothing left but Spirit’s labor —
Turn on intuition’s favor.

Multiply your sharp critique —
With stomach only, no mystique,
You’ll never reach that sacred sky,
That spiritual “paradise” high.



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Fight the Mura

Nonsense clouds — strike back with might,
Spirit’s fire, your guiding light.
Fearless, fight the soul’s decay —
Only Spirit shows the way.



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If You Only Knew What Filth...

"If you only knew what filth and waste
Give birth to poems, with no shame embraced,
Like yellow dandelions by the fence,
Like burdock leaves and pigweed dense."
— Anna Akhmatova, 1940


If you only knew what filth and ****
Feed poems born in hatred’s drum —
Now strikes the Last Great Suffering,
A final harvest reckoning.

The last — for grains are few and thin,
While weeds abound, and evil’s king.
This wretched world bows to the vile,
At best replies with groans and sighs.

If you only knew what trash composes
“Governments” here, such foolish poses
Would cease — you’d see the beasts’ foul war,
A fight to slay the Soul’s pure core.

If you only knew what muck’s created
False science bred, how souls degraded,
You’d turn your gaze to Spirit’s light,
And leave the starving flocks in flight.

If you only knew the filth that made
False religions, horrid masquerade,
You’d shudder — priests worse than thieves,
Serving horns the darkness weaves.

If you only knew what filth constructs
The “consciousness” of human trucks,
You’d flee from them with urgent speed,
For nothing there is what you need —

Shiny things to grab and run,
Like crows deceived by glitter’s fun.
Few exceptions break this rule —
All crafted traps to keep the fool.

When sick of digging through the dirt,
Go inward — answers you will assert.
And soon enough, the madhouse burns,
For nonsense now no longer turns.



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Filth’s Truth

From garbage grow the lies they tell,
False gods and fools trapped in their hell.
Look inside — the madness bled,
Burn the lies, the falsehoods dead.



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Breeding Ground of Madness

Madness reigns—a common plague:
Fool or loon serve darkness’s vague.
Centuries of toil and sweat,
To make idiots, and no less yet.

Madness comes in silent waves —
The world will drive you mad, enslaved,
If you trust the twisted freaks,
Known madmen in all the creeks.

Rotten, wretched masters rise,
Spun by evil’s cruel disguise.
They shove filth into your mind,
And clog your memory behind.

Tired of old theories’ lies,
New nonsense again will rise.
Mocking all with “science” fake,
Scholars cruel for cruelty’s sake.

History holds many proofs,
Its story full of foolish goofs.
A fragment of insane design —
Deception everywhere aligns.

This tale fits in ward number six,
Life’s price you’ll pay when sanity kicks,
Awaking from the maddened haze,
Returning to clear, sober ways.

The cost for trusting fools who lie,
Opening doors to madness high.
Few exceptions break the rule —
Youth lost inside this lunatic school.

For school’s a breeding ground for fools,
Programs written by the cruel.
Their aim is simple—dumb you down,
Make Judas smile, wear the clown’s crown.

Betrayal of the Spirit’s core
Is madness rooted evermore.
They preach vile lies again, again,
Snarling at your soul and brain.

But truth is simple, clear, and strong:
Soul and sharp mind must lead along.
All lies and traps you must reject —
As madness forced by hell’s dialect,

A poison planted to enslave,
So you become a twisted knave,
Defiled before the Darkness’ throne,
Your soul sold cheaply, flesh and bone.



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Madness Breeds

Madness thrives, fools fall in line,
Spirit sold for swine’s design.
Break the lies, reclaim your mind —
Or be the beast they’ve engineered to bind.



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In the Darkness of the Psych Ward

"Darkness lies ahead — just wait!
There, crimson sunsets wall the way,
A biting wind, slant rains dictate,
And crooked roads stretch out astray."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1969

"When a thinking man matures,
He feels trapped, no way endures."
— Anton Chekhov, Ward No. 6, 1892


Darkness lies along your road —
No light ahead in madness’ code.
Lies and chaos grow and swell,
Rotten rulers cast their spell.

More mice trapped than ever known —
CowID showed the poison sown.
Children bred as mice in lies,
Trapped beneath deceptive skies.

The sad result of “education” —
Is thoughtless, blind subjugation.
Satan’s shadow undergirds,
“God” and “morals” — empty words.

That nonsense keeps the lies in place,
Fear’s baton enforces disgrace.
The fiends seek to rot the whole —
Like ward six, the sickened soul.

As Tosya told, the end is near —
Psych ward crumbles, full of fear.
You’re lost if ward becomes your mind,
Mask and soul forever bind.

The mask seeps in, invades the core —
Fight stale lies, madness’ roar.
Use the years that still remain —
Wake up now! Break free the chain!

Madness spreads in all around,
In smart and sensitive it's found.
Centuries of evil’s reign —
Born you were in this dark domain.

Fear and lies, delusions reign,
Psych ward’s grip, eternal chain.
Held by lies through endless age —
Like slingshots fighting cannon’s rage.

To cast the filth, go deep inside —
Introspection is your guide.
Critical mind will light your way,
Avoid decay, don’t go astray.

Even if you’re like the rest,
Save your Reason bit by bit.
Say “No!” to slave fate’s cruel lies,
Destroy the fiends before your eyes.



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Psych Ward’s Dark

Madness grips, the lies run deep,
Wake your soul — no time to sleep.
Break the chains, reject the lies,
Fight the fiends who feed on cries.



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Ketchup and French Fries

French fries stuck inside the brain,
Ketchup turned to grayish stain.
Fear and lies made soul decay —
Earth became a madhouse, gray.

For some debt that must be paid,
Ugliness in all displayed.
Idiot is now the norm,
Fiends work hard to breed this swarm.

The mob called “people” bows and fears,
Trusts these fiends throughout the years.
Don’t want to rot a filthy freak?
Give up all — the strong, the weak:

A pitiful life in a herd,
Chased by carrots, empty words,
“Hope” that’s bred on lies and poison,
Success — a slave’s tainted badge, their poison.

They rise to serve the Evil’s plan,
To push the madness over man.
That goat they cherish, fiends so few —
Lead flocks to cliffs where none break through.

Become that goat — your soul is lost,
Your mind, a plague, a festering cost.
French fries stuck inside the brain,
Ketchup’s turned to grayish stain.

But fiends forever crave the blight —
More decay, to darken light.
They tried to shove their CowID,
Retreated, saved for misery.

New fake diseases, cruel and sly,
Make cattle herd, let millions die.
Injecting poison, stronger still,
Their fences tighten, break your will.

The world drowns in lies and haze,
Few humans left in this malaise.
To save mankind, one task remains:
Cataclysms come — they break the chains.

They’ll wipe this rotten world away,
True Life in Spirit will find way.



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Ketchup Brain

French fries clog your wired brain,
Ketchup turns your thoughts to stain.
Fiends inject their poison deep —
Spirit’s price is souls to keep.



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*******

******* — evil’s barricades,
They’re countless here, so endless pains.
The world’s degraded, turned to ****,
With ******* ruling every bit.

*******’s near — your boss, your friend,
Spreading nonsense without end.
Not from hate, but taught to hate,
Fools believe the fiends’ dictate.

Shadow lords control the herd,
Place the goats to lead absurd.
Darkness tricks are simple, sly —
Don’t expect an *******’s "why."

No sobering for rotten minds,
Sold-out madmen of all kinds.
They want you quiet, tame, and still,
Annoyed when you refuse their will.

Those who broke free from the flock,
******* rage and try to mock.
CowID showed how fiends arrange —
******* herd, and lies exchange.

Checkmate lies in total rage,
War revealed a darker stage:
Rot once soaked in stinking pools —
Now we’ve plunged beneath all rules.

This wretched world lies far below,
Its final end is set to show.
With smug airs, the untouchables —
The apocalypse now looms and howls.



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*******

******* block the light —
Swarm like rats in night.
They crush the free,
Breed misery.

CowID’s proof —
Lies turn truth.
Worse to come —
World goes numb.

Below the pit —
Final hit.
Fiends advance —
End’s grim dance.



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Dunce Lost in the World's ***

To be a dunce is sometimes good —
Less lies, less falsehood understood.
Less strain upon your weary mind
In wild chaos of mankind.

Bold lies strike — the fiend’s attack,
A world gone mad, crushed and cracked.
If you rejoice in what you’ve found,
You’re not lost deep in hellbound.

The world’s *** favors only those —
The geeks, the fiends, the morose.
A twisted lie is fed their soul —
“Consciousness” trapped in a lying hole.

No ocean in that world’s dark ***,
But fakes and rot amassed en masse.
Fate’s grim forecast: the Proctologist
Will burn the waste, the ceaseless mist.

Only he may now be God —
Decay where reason’s flame is trod.
A mind extinguished, bound to burn,
No hope but ashes to return.

To be a dunce — that’s not so bad:
Less madness shared, less fear to add.
If brave enough, you’ll break away,
Touch sparks of Spirit’s brighter ray.

Clarity and Beauty shine
Far beyond that stench and slime.
In the world’s ***, if sense remains,
You faint beneath the media’s stains.

Fall into filth — the trap is set,
Prey for fiends, your doom is met.
To be a dunce is sometimes right —
Less ignorance, less blind fight.

If on the path of Spirit’s light,
Even one drop of foresight
Can lead you from the endless dark —
Out of the world’s foul, broken heart.



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Ignoramus in the World’s ***

To be a ******* — sometimes fine:
Less lies, less ******* in your mind.
Less strain in this mad global fight
Where cunning liars ***** the light.

The fiendish world beats down, corrupts,
Drowning truth in filth and ruts.
If you’re glad just to find your own,
You ain’t stuck deep in Satan’s throne.

The world’s *** breeds the dumb and vile —
Geek fiends grinning all the while.
A crooked lie’s their wicked creed —
“Consciousness”? Just fake ****.

No ocean lives inside that pit,
Just rotten fakes in endless grit.
The Proctologist’s wrath will come —
Burn the filth, reduce to ****.

Only he can be the god
Of rot and death where reason’s flawed.
The mind’s snuffed out, just ashes wait —
The grim end of a cursed fate.

So be a ******* if you dare —
Less madness, less poisoned air.
If you’re brave enough to break these chains,
You’ll find Spirit’s spark remains.

Clear light and beauty far beyond
The stench where all the vultures throng.
If senses hold inside that ***,
You’ll black out from the media’s mass.

You’ll drown in ****, you’ll sink, you’ll rot —
Prey for beasts who want your spot.
To be a ******* — better true,
Than drinking lies that **** you through.

If you seek the Spirit’s way,
And catch one drop of foresight’s ray —
Then **** this world’s sick, stinking mess:
Rise up and burn out all the cess!



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Step by step, full strain — no way
To climb the peak — those fiends’ flags sway.
Atop that summit, crush them all —
Or else yourself become their thrall.

Remember well the price you pay:
Your health, your head may not hold sway.
That “peak” — it’s just a bottom’s lie,
Where cow-like patience lets it die.

To hold your ground up on that height,
You fight hard — don’t lose the fight.
Grab every piece, and shove them down,
Boot every ******* off their crown.

Tear down their banners, blow away
That rotten summit — burn, don’t stay!
Fools won’t grasp it — drunk and full,
Their greed ignites a fire cruel.

They sit in dark holes, blind with greed,
The fiends crave heights, their twisted need.
Gather all the traitors there,
And burn ’em down in blazing flare?

No, not so. The Spirits plan
To burn the rot from sea to land.
The world’s a herd of fools, too blind
For cunning minds of thoughtful kind.

Destroy the summit, burn the dens —
From masters down to slavish hens.
Free Earth from all the vile decay —
No other way, no other way.

For fiends unite in foul accord,
And madness reigns where they are lord.



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Incantations

To coin a new vile term,
And cram in nonsense firm,
That dulls the mind, the soul’s decay —
The devil’s games with us at play.

A living hell it’ll be —
The wicked’s strategy,
A cunning sorcery
On humankind’s misery.

These spells repeat again —
Send sheep to slaughter’s den.
You raze the towns and lands,
With tricks devised by fiends’ hands.

A soothing sound they feign,
To drive the fools insane.
Their lies don’t hide the curse —
In “care” for slaves, they’re worse.

You’ll slay so many souls,
Destroying all controls.
Not peace remains, but dust,
Fragments of shattered trust.

Not people — walking shells,
Madness in their cells.
Souls sold for empty days,
Lost in the dark malaise.

Few wise remain alive,
Few spirits still survive.
The world’s a madhouse grim —
Revenge of fiends on him.

Madness rules the inhuman,
Traitors fill the legions.
Stupid Judas minions
Feast on dung regions.

Dung dressed up as good,
Judas a “patriot” stood.
Soon “scientists” they’ll claim —
Idiots stoked by fame.

Defoliants as proof,
Poisons killing leaf and root.
“Great minds” conceived the blight —
Filthy worms in dark night.

Another name for fiends,
“Scientific” schemes.
They bind the mind and soul,
Under their wicked control.

Don’t heed these *******’ lies —
They’ll bring your ruin nigh.
If fooled, no hope you’ll find —
Beware! Protect your mind!

Believe in nothing here,
Test all you see and hear.
Trust only what you own —
Your mind’s true power alone!



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Soviet Reading

A mountain of Soviet print—
Chains of total servitude.
For the wise, the soul’s slow death,
Reading crap the dull crowd brewed.

You were just a body then,
Building “communism” blind.
What cared those freaks for souls?
Soviet fascism’s grind.

It worked to crush all freedom,
A mere dream, no fresh breath.
Only freaks were born and bred
From that vile literary death.

Science of man, spirituality,
Esoterics banned from fun —
For these, the vile fascists’ hate
Was never to be undone.

You’d always be one-sided —
Builder of false “heights” and lies,
But if you dig a little deep,
The snitch sells out your guise.

No talk of “freedom” needed,
Where “people” gorged and roamed.
Mental freaks breed freaks,
Books tossed — to burn or throw.

In fire, in latrines, wrappers —
That’s the fate for such “read”.
Brutal, sly censorship
Ruled hell with iron stead.

To read Mandelstam now,
Whom fascists killed unfair,
Is near impossible — what shame,
Such silence, such despair!

Some basics should be printed,
To keep the Spirit alive.
Only mental excrement —
Should never be read or thrived.

Nothing worse for humans—
Hell’s living incarnation,
Just clownish fools to fiends,
Or ****’s own recreation.

Exceptions always happen —
But one must plainly say,
There was nothing worth the read,
To keep the truth at bay.

Yet some were published still —
Only found in public stacks.
Soviet lies to the West,
Excuses in false flacks.

Small print runs, just for show —
Proof of schemes with planned deceit.
That fascism showed no mercy
To those awake and on their feet.



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The Fall

This is no life — a plunge into the Abyss,
Consciousness’ content — confusion, haze,
If soberly you try to analyze,
And view the Hell in all its ways.

When falling fast, you seek some grip,
To hold on to at least a thread.
Here helps the madness taught since youth —
A leash that drags you to the Dead.

That madness turns all into fools —
Only few can still survive.
But madness promises an easy path —
Just bow to Lies, let Evil thrive.

If while you fall you clutch a shard —
An illusion, fragile, bright,
But from the chaos grows the snare:
You sink in filth, lost from the light.

The rings of madness stretch and grow,
And make a fool who’ll blindly bend.
He’ll trust it all, and bow before
The Evil that will never end.

Delusions fill a life entire,
If caught inside that poisoned trap.
The soul’s cut down, a stinking slime
That grows and swells, no turning back.

Madness deepens, cannot heal —
The world’s become a madhouse lost.
And crushing Consciousness is now
The cruel price, the greatest cost.

Yet soullessness is even worse —
For soulless beasts are what they crave,
The monsters feeding darkness strong,
That poison souls, the mind enslave.

They rule by lies, a total script —
To **** you with deceit each day.
A fake virus, war, and famine —
Their tools to lead you all astray.

Fear and madness, soulless fiends,
Flow in endless cruel waves.
The fog is thick — that false abyss
Has spread beyond what reason saves.

This world’s a trap for minds awake.
You must seek ways to break the chain.
Look boldly on the lies you hear,
And stop deceiving your own brain.

No lie can save you from this hell —
That’s all this poem’s trying to say.
You’re trapped within the madman’s den,
Only Spirit shows the way.

The Spirit’s Inner — cease to trust
In myths and messiahs’ tales.
If Spirit dies within mankind —
All fades to dark, and all then fails.

Reject it all — go deep within,
Find answers there to end the pain.
Our song’s not sung, the fight’s not done —
So wake from madness’ heavy chain!

You are the Spirit’s true essence —
The rest is nonsense forced upon.
Begin with this pure knowing now —
And let awareness lead you on...



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Modeling

Unchecked "facts" and gullible fools —
Fake diseases, staged attacks,
They mold, they shape the masses’ roles,
Sculpting lies into their cracks.

And “sculptor” — devil horned and grim,
With wicked minions, vile and base,
For ages churns the falsehood’s brim,
Pushed by pseudoscience’s disgrace.

That lie they feed to “people” dumb,
Dulling minds with every breath.
The wise are lice upon a plate —
As if their efforts mean no heft.

There’s censorship and violent force,
The brazen roar of propaganda’s howl.
The Spirit’s power feels so lost —
To be yourself’s a sacred trial.

You are the Spirit’s very core,
Rejecting Hell’s corrupt facade.
But herds grow dense, they crowd the floor,
Driven to slaughter by the fraud.

That fraud, a soulless fiend, untrue —
Not crowds but herds they shepherd on.
They count the sheep, not bodies few,
With ease the trap is set and drawn.

Those pens called “countries” — herding grounds,
Presidents as shepherds stand.
The rotten fascism’s orders bound,
While fools obey the tyrant’s hand.

Their skills are only theft and lies,
To shrink the haystack, poison streams.
Their hounds of cops bite all who rise,
Against the flock that bleats in dreams.

The scavenger, the vet of herds,
Rules cruelly o’er these hopeless crowds.
To cull the flocks by ruthless words,
While profit feeds the sculptor’s shrouds.

Their fuel is fear — the sculptor’s bread,
Few there resist the rotten stain.
This world’s not living — stinking dead,
A heap of ashes, dust and pain.

To dust returns the dust — the slaves
Of evil follow down the path.
Souls lost, mere bodies fill the graves,
No trace remains of mind or wrath.

The box that shows “Animal World”
Runs round the clock without a pause.
In this Bedlam’s foul swirl
No life endures without a cause.

Only moo and bleat remain,
Obedience, betrayal’s dance.
Betrayal’s work is all too plain —
A cursed job, ****** circumstance.

Now ashes burn — the end’s begun,
The Sun blazes, death’s refrain.
Decay has reached its peak, its sun —
Roast harder, till there’s naught to gain!



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Modeling

Fools believe fake “facts” and lies,
Sculpted by devils, horns and all.
The world’s a pen of cursed herds,
Where shepherd fiends command the fall.

Fear feeds the beast who cuts the flock,
Cops bite those who dare to stray.
Souls are dust, minds crushed and locked —
This world decays, rots away.

TV screams “Animal World” —
A circus of dumb obedience.
Only bleat, obey, betray —
The devil’s tool, mankind’s sentence.

Ashes burn, the end is near,
Sun scorches all that’s left to rot.
Rise, Spirit, shake off the fear —
Or drown in this hellish spot.



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Modeling

False “facts” and fools’ naïve belief,
Crafted by devils, horns and hate.
This world’s a pen for cursed herds,
Where wicked shepherds seal our fate.

Fear feeds the beasts who shear the flock,
Cops bite down on those who stray.
Souls turned to dust, minds locked in chains—
Decay devours all away.

TV blares “Animal World” loud,
A circus of blind obedience.
Only bleat, obey, betray—
A hellish, mindless sentence.

Ashes fall, the end draws near,
The sun scorches all that’s left to rot.
Awake, O Spirit, shed your fear—
Or drown in this infernal spot.



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Modeling

Unproven “facts” and fools’ blind trust,
False sickness, terror crafted well,
By demons with their twisted horns,
Who make the minds of mortals hell.

The wicked mold the masses’ thoughts,
With lies that stretch through endless years.
The darkened science, twisted lore,
Feeds fear and stokes the crowd’s worst fears.

This world a cage for docile sheep,
Where shepherds herd with ruthless hand.
The beasts who bite, who guard the fold,
The hired dogs that rule the land.

They bite the ones who break away,
Who dare to bleat a different song.
The veterinarian’s hand is cruel,
To cull the herd, to keep control strong.

The sheep grow thinner, weaker still,
While those who shape the game grow fat.
Their power feeds on fear and lies,
A filthy, stinking, vile combat.

The “Animal World” on every screen,
Feeds numb obedience and pain.
No room for thought, no space for soul,
Just blind submission’s cruel chain.

But ashes fall, the end’s begun,
Decay scorches all rotten core.
The blazing sun burns ever bright—
Awake, O Spirit! Rise once more!

Resist the dark, reject the lies,
Break free from cages made of dread.
For only in your inner light
Can hope survive, can soul be fed.



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The Role Moth

Since childhood’s games of make-believe —
“Who do you want to be?” they ask —
Decay’s the tool beneath those dreams,
But your true task’s to craft, to last.

You are Creator’s tiny spark —
Not firefighter, cop, or pawn.
So many roles conceal the dark,
It’s easy for the soul to yawn,

To miss the moment of the shift,
When all you are is just a part —
A moth that rose in rebel drift,
A “role moth” tearing Nature’s heart.

The Spirit dwells inside the flesh,
The base from which all life is spun.
But roles are chains that only mesh
With souls turned dead — the pig undone.

Each role-moth’s essence stinks of swine,
A twisted peak of earthly grime —
Yet spirit sees, if worlds decline,
The madness of a fallen time.

This ruin is a mind unhinged,
Logic’s cold and hollow throne,
Spirit lost, and thus avenged
By soulless crap that chills the bone.

That soulless mob now rules the day,
And all “politicians” play
Their part on stage — the devil’s way —
While demons clear the cleric’s sway.

To bow before these freaks is sin,
For Satan’s shadow pulls their strings.
And hence the fascists rule within,
Their foul regime spreads poisoned wings.

Global fascism holds the reins,
All “leaders” crawl beneath its throne.
The clergy praise these dark campaigns —
And smother intellect’s bright bone.

Invisible, the puppet masters,
But fascism shows its face.
Those fiends who push the evil faster,
Drive tragedy with sick embrace.

The fools think times are only tough,
That evil’s force will pass like storm.
But hybrid war burns hot and rough —
The End of Days will soon transform.

The vile **** believe it’s just
A nightmare meant for us alone.
But roles and masks will turn to dust,
And slavery’s cruel chains be thrown.

Their masters fall; no tales, no lies —
A catch of God’s own righteous hand.
Only a few will rise, arise,
While others sink in cursed sand.

This is the Resurrection,
Ascending to the cleric’s realm,
Where Spirit claims the Resurrection —
And Truth once more takes back the helm.