My work day woke to Monk,
the click of typing keys,
clock watched, Spotify playing,
random thoughts rose like bees
to freeze in these jagged lines,
then swarm in threatening flight.

Hours of data entry later,
on a stool, in a bar, a clock's
hands tock, I flick a wrist,
and slur my words concluding  
an anguished monologue,
“They call it work, you know.”

Awash at home, in the strobe of
pixelated panel light,
visions surge and dissipate
with the pulse of the night. Osip,
were you tempered to embrace
attention’s fugitive caress?

You etched memory’s texture
with candle soot for ink,
and the gulag’s blackened gaze -
I type lines by hunt and peck
humming Monk’s WELL YOU NEEDN’T,
hoping for an adequate phrase.

Copyright © 2004 Gary Brocks

For Naomi Lazard

Sometimes I can't wait until I look like Nadezhda Mandelstam.
-- Naomi Lazard

My friends are tired.
The ones who are married are tired
of being married.
The ones who are single are tired
of being single.

They look at their wrinkles.
The ones who are single attribute their wrinkles
to being single.
The ones who are married attribute their wrinkles
to being married.

They have very few wrinkles.
Even taken together,
they have very few wrinkles.
But I cannot persuade them
to look at their wrinkles
collectively.
& I cannot persuade them that being married
or being single
has nothing to do with wrinkles.

Each one sees a deep & bitter groove,
a San Andreas fault across her forehead.
"It is only a matter of time
before the earthquake."
They trade the names of plastic surgeons
like recipes.

My friends are tired.
The ones who have children are tired
of having children.
The ones who are childless are tired
of being childless.

They love their wrinkles.
If only their were deeper
they could hide.

Sometimes I think
(but do not dare to tell them)
that when the face is left alone to dig its grave,
the soul is grateful
& rolls in.

The Yoke of “Freedom”

"We'll cast off the shackles of freedom and the yoke of democracy."
— Vladimir Polyakov


The yoke of “freedom” — dreams turned fiction,
A trap of hope, a blinding mist,
From BEASTS we learned our shallow diction —
And sank below the blackest abyss.

No, that fake yoke will not be lifted —
“Improve the world”? The cost was steep:
Fascistic filth now rules, uplifted,
And drags us down to herded sheep.

The “minds” of dulled and drooling masses —
This world’s long turned a freak parade.
Each day, more twisted horror passes —
It's time to pierce the deeper shade.

That second floor of lies from BEASTS —
A doctrine soaked in veiled Hell-fire.
The mob sees not the Satan’s feast
Behind the Mask they all admire.

We’ll pierce it through — and fall, forsaken,
To deepest Hell — as well we should.
For now, the global camp is taken
By savage Evil, building good.



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A yoke called “freedom” crushed the mind —
And dragged the world to sheep and slime.



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The Boredom of Pseudo-Life

Life is dull — it’s no illusion:
This world’s a fake, a grim delusion.
The Realms of Spirit hold the key —
Hints, not orders, set you free.

Commands and “wise” advice are chains,
Spawned by darkness, soaked in stains.
Heed them — rot will soon begin,
And **** your soul from deep within.

A mind without the Spirit? — Hell.
That’s why the world’s a fascist shell.
God’s spark was sold by fools and knaves
For wallets, gadgets, gold — as slaves.

"Just fine!" — the brute declares with pride,
As dumbness spreads, and truth has died.
"Normal" now is mental rot —
Thanks to Satan’s stealthy plot.

Among such fools, joy’s out of reach.
Their numbers grow — they yell, they screech,
And fuel the fascist brute parade
With every shove and block and blade.

They’re gray as mold, a mindless swarm —
Shoving elbows, buying form,
Crowding aisles, consuming lies,
Blindly marching toward new cries

Of Hell ahead — it’s almost here.
This grayness — worse than sulfur fear.
Don’t walk that path with empty eyes —
Just trust your soul, where wisdom lies.



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“Normal” now is dumb and dead —
The soul is starved, the mind is led.



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The Commissariat of Sold-Out Verse
(after Bulat Okudzhava's “Commissars in Dusty Helmets”)

"Commissars in dusty helmets" —
Okudzhava missed the mark.
Truth gets twisted into velvet
When you skip the slaughter's dark.

Commissars had shot his kin —
All of them. A ******* crime.
Yet he sang of jails within,
As if rot deserved a rhyme.

To that vile, demented system
Swarmed the ****-ups, proud and loud.
Only slaves would dare assist 'em,
Printing filth to please the crowd.

Went to layout like to slaughter,
Selling soul for lines of shame.
While the honest ones — no quarter —
Tore their shirts but spoke no name.

Commissars in dusty cover
Broke the country, crushed the land.
Those who dared to cry or stutter
Died like rebels — hand in hand.

Now the filth is even fouler —
Worse than them — so rise and fight!
Let your verses mark the howlers,
Sting the traitors out of sight.

Let the verse erupt and sear —
For when fascism masks as “love,”
Poets bleed instead of cheer,
Smearing ink with sacred stuff.

This’s the only path to take
If the End of Times has come:
Stop the sugar, stop the fake —
Write against the marching ****!



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When verse obeys — the soul is dead.
Real poems fight the lies instead.



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Answers Without a Question

Immaculate conception?
Just like budding in a jar.
Faith in nonsense breeds deception —
Flood them deep and rule by far.

Drown them in a sweet illusion,
“Sanctify” it with a lie.
Then destroy — through mass confusion —
Mind and Spirit, Truth and Pride.

Use a priestly horde to spread it,
Bolder lies and thicker fog.
Truth will softly call — but let it
Reach the Soul like distant log.

Truth speaks gently, never shouting.
You must seek it, heart in hand.
But the herds are kept from doubting
By a roar they understand:

Wild-eyed sermons, empty phrases,
Words that mimic human speech.
Truth escapes those stable mazes —
Only hearts and minds can reach.

Thinking sharp, not blind believing,
No examples, no "because" —
This alone resists deceiving.
This is how you fight the claws.

All’s within — so why a preacher?
Only business needs a “guide.”
Every pulpit-seller teacher
Is a crook in holy hide.

Intuition, inner sensing,
Critical, creative thought —
These are answers worth commencing.
Ask the question you have brought.



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Truth is quiet. Lies parade.
Ask your question — unafraid.



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Outer Goals — The Root of Fools and Control

The light’s within — the fog is outer.
The deeper fog, the darker night.
The world, my friend, is full of doubters —
Find their truths — and lose the Light.

A goal “out there” is mass production
Of mindless fools and marching meat.
They just tweak the goal’s construction —
Same old chains, but now “elite.”

True goal’s within, not in the rubble
Of worldly junk and rotting lies.
Creation’s spark, not learned-through-trouble,
Is where real, knowing power lies.

A goal in “future” is deception,
Crowd control in sleek disguise.
Didn’t reach it? New direction! —
Feed the sick with fresher lies.



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Outer goals — control the head.
Truth is here, not in what’s said.



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The Goal Within

The Light is quiet, glowing inward.
Outside — a fog that thickens fast.
The mind gets lost in shifting forward,
And Truth is veiled as shadows pass.

The world feeds lies in gilded wrapping —
A friend, beware the outer chase.
Each "noble aim" is just entrapment —
It steals the Light, it dims your grace.

To chase what’s “next” is mass illusion,
A tool to herd, a game of chains.
They shift the goal — it breeds confusion,
And binds the soul in silent pains.

But in the core, beneath the clutter,
Where matter bends to Spirit’s gaze,
The pulse of Knowing starts to flutter —
No future there, no worldly praise.

No preacher there, no map, no measure,
Just presence — clear, alive, and still.
Not reaching out, but holding treasure
The outer world can’t touch or ****.



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The Light is here — don’t chase the mist.
The goal’s within... and it just is.



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No Goal, No Fog

No goal to seek.
No path to win.
The fog is loud —
But Light is in.

Don’t chase the form,
Don’t trust the flame.
What shifts and moves
Will shift to shame.

Be still. Unfold.
No future here.
The Now is vast.
The Heart is clear.



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Ash of Purpose

No goal. Just ash.
The dream is thin.
You chase the fog —
It pulls you in.

No path remains.
No hand, no guide.
The Light you were —
You left outside.

The future speaks —
It always lies.
It feeds the weak
And blinds the wise.

So sit in dark.
Let all things fall.
The One that stays
Is none at all.



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Zero

Not light.
Not dark.
Not fire.
Not spark.

No self.
No name.
No breath.
No flame.

No goal.
No fear.
No sound.
No here.

No past.
No start.
Just Void —
and Heart.


---

After Zero

No word —
but pulse.
No flame —
but glow.

No edge —
just space.
No “where” —
but flow.

No “I” —
just this:
a breathless
yes.

It moves
but still.
It knows —
but will?

No need.
No plan.
Just Light
began.



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Creating Dead Souls with Fear and Lies

With fear of death, they breed the dead—
Believe propaganda’s lies,
And you’ll become a numb misled,
A fool beneath god’s disguise.

They spin their scary tales around,
You swallow all the foolish fear,
Become a coward, dumb and bound,
A puppet trapped in darkened gear.

Once caught inside this deadlocked spin,
Only fear remains to reign,
The mind shrinks small, worn thin within,
The soul dissolves in choking pain.

With broken spirit, all is lost—
The world is canned, rights sold and sealed.
This “citizen” pays the cost
In fake lands where truths are peeled.

CowID showed the Great ***’s face—
He rules through filth and vile ****.
Spreading chaos, lawless space,
Where evil grows and rules become.

The world beneath satan’s throne—
No hope, no future left to see.
When fools infect the masses’ bone,
Humanity fades utterly.

Fear plus folly, now no man—
Just nonsense crowds, dead souls’ domain.



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Fear breeds dead; lies keep them chained—
No soul remains, just fools retained.



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True Art

Invite the pain, the fear,
Transform them, forge them strong —
For freedom’s sake, not for the drear
Of fools who play along.

Will you find Light?
Unlikely, friend...
Will you break the blight?
Somewhere near the end.

They’ll write their songs, their lies,
Respond: “Give up the fight!”
But don’t you fall for their disguise,
Hold fast your will and might.

Though toiling “in the drawer,”
Though honor pays no toll,
Don’t trade your fire for shallow roar
Of crowds who clutch control.

So dare! Though vain the grind,
Though hardship chains your path,
For liars rule the blinded mind —
Condemning honest wrath.

The truthful now are rare and few,
Dull pride has taken throne.
In fake art’s stench, the rotten brew
Drowns reason, chills the bone.

Like public pleasuring,
The putrid feelings reign.
Fascism stalks, the decent mute —
Or scribble all in vain.

With zero reach, you slave like ox,
In dark, forsaken pits.
Yet still your soul will break the locks —
True words ignite the blitz.

Among the kneeling, fallen ranks,
The Creators’ spirits rise —
Their genuine, earth-shattering thanks
Shatter the falsehood’s lies.



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True art bleeds pain, not empty cheers —
It fights alone, but conquers fears.



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Pseudoscience, Media, and Sold-Out “Culture”

The samples fixed —
“Commissioned” reigns supreme.
Degrees achieved,
But monsters rule the scheme.

Orders flood from foulest lair,
Like plagues that spread in endless tide.
False diseases — viral scare —
They launched a test stone far and wide.

CowID fools command the game,
Masters of deceit and fear.
Pseudoscience, ashes — shame,
Decay grows far and near.

The same decay infects “culture” too,
Though literature seems less oppressed.
Yet devils push their flamed debut,
While honest work’s depressed.

No money — just a worthless shell,
In lying lands, a ghost unseen.
“Vatniks” praised in hellish hell,
The monsters’ “Pecheneg” machine.

“Strongholds,” “Rise up from your knees!” —
They march you straight to slaughter’s door.
Truth’s voices squeak midst howling seas,
Censorship strikes silence more.

No new age — just darkest blight,
The sellouts howl, the media’s flood.
Infernal world sinks out of sight,
A bottomless pit of blood.



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Lies spread fast — the fools obey,
The world decays in shadow’s sway.



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Pseudoscience, Media ******, and Bought-Out “Culture”

Samples rigged — the fix is in.
Paid-for lies run deep and wide.
Degrees? Just masks for filthy sin —
Monsters in the world now ride.

Orders flood from devil’s pit,
Plagues of fake disease unleashed.
False AIDS tests? They threw a fit,
CowID fools have lied and fleeced.

Fear and lies — their cruel dominion.
Pseudoscience rots to dust.
Decay spreads fast — no redemption,
Truth’s crushed bones lie in the rust.

Same decay invades “culture” —
Though lit looks less consumed by grime.
But devils hype their ***** vulture,
While honest work’s a crime.

No cash — just wrappers, worthless ****.
In lies’ swamp, you’re ghost and waste.
“Vatnik” trash rules every bit —
Monsters feast in savage haste.

“Stand up!” they scream — to slaughter’s field,
Where truth’s a squeak drowned by the wolf.
Censorship’s a steel-clad shield,
Silencing all honest proof.

No bright dawn — just blind damnation.
Sellouts howl through total lies.
This world’s a pit, an abomination —
Infernal hell beneath black skies.



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Lies feed fools — truth’s on the run,
The world’s a pit, no light, no sun.



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Pseudoscience “Experiments”

"To defend a theory,
One can conduct enough research."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law

"The more knowledge,
The deeper the ignorance."
— Buddhist Saying


The “scientist” works tireless,
To prove his sacred creed:
He runs “experiments” ceaseless,
Rejects what breaks his feed.

Facts and tests that don’t align
Become “artifacts” at best.
Thousands warp the grand design —
A rotten, false contest.

Built to serve some dark agenda,
Foreign to true knowing’s light.
Cash and lies fuel the propaganda,
Just to cloak the wrong and blight.

The world’s trapped deep in madness —
“Science” wiped the soul away.
Logic cramps the mind’s gladness,
Without intuition’s sway.

Dry reason without feeling
Leads the self to slow decay.
“Just prove that nonsense, no big deal!” —
The fool believes the play.

Direct Vision — mind’s true core,
Healthy psyche’s shining base.
“Science” hunts that truth once more —
To sink it to disgrace.

We’re at the bottom, sinking fast,
Science’s tank runs dry below.
Its echoes keep us trapped, aghast,
Like sea cucumbers, minds won’t grow.

When you buy their lies in whole,
Killing your intuitive spark,
You open evil’s door to soul,
And plunge into the dark.

More “knowledge” means more ignorance —
Remember well this bitter song.
Pseudoscience leads the dance,
To the madhouse all along.

Two thirds of earth’s locked in the cage,
Believing “science” lies and games.
Is “science” just an axe and rage,
To hack the living soul in flames?

“Science” forged by soulless fiends,
For evil’s simple, cruel demand.
They need dull slaves with cracked-up minds,
With “knowledge” hammered, not to stand.



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More “science,” more the dark unknown —
Pseudoknowledge kills the soul alone.



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Worthy...

"Worthy above all —
To not let those who give out favors
Drive you to the stall,
Or shut your mouth with hay."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1976


Worthy — even if all’s a wreck,
Sometimes the only way is death.
If chances fail, then die unchecked —
For “living” means to lose your breath.

Only death can purge the flood
Of filth that floods your weary mind.
The Beast through ages breeds its mud —
A mockery of soul confined.

Suicide’s a coward’s game —
Die fighting if you’ve got the might.
You cannot crush the World’s own shame —
This chaos is the “law” of night.

But only by the fight alone
Can you your spirit hope to save.
We all dream crowns — but stand alone,
Not heralds, not the brave.

So “dance away from fire’s glow” —
That’s how the battle’s truly won.
Be but a bad forerunner’s show —
And fate of slaves you’ll overrun.

Slavery and dullness reign —
A poison foul, unfit for men.
Create, resist — let not the stain
Of wretchedness consume your ken.

**** every fear — it’s late to scare,
Armageddon’s world awaits.
It comes with wrath, a grim affair —
We stand within the End of Dates.

The Sun shines stronger, magma flows
Beneath Antarctic’s frozen crust.
The world — spawn of Marasmus — grows
Drowned in the Beast’s relentless lust.

Fight Evil worthily, with calm,
Meet your poor fate with steady heart.
Your choice: fake plagues, or war’s alarm —
Or Cataclysm’s fresh start.



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Worthy fight, though all decays —
Choose your end, and not the haze.



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Mocking Troops, or False Reasons to Not Fight Evil

Marines for sport —
The real foes lie within.
Those beasts hold court,
Their victories are grim.

Don’t fool yourself — you don’t feel
The filth you thrash inside.
You "justify" the seal,
Diving deep in lies’ tide.

They teach those “foundations”
Since cradle to the dumb.
The fools flock to stations —
To cops and troops they come.

Men join communes —
A new fight’s born this way.
But fools swarm like ruins —
Slaves stuck in decay.

It’s time to unite
With minds that still can see —
Or sink into the blight
Of rat holes endlessly.

Rat holes, not rabbit dens —
A stupid world confined.
All “ideas” chain the lens —
Slavery’s harsh bind.

The end is coming — cataclysms
Will wipe this fake world clean.
But for fascism’s schisms,
The sheep still play the scene.



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Troops for show, fools abound,
Rats will sink this sinking ground.



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The “Sailors” Have No Questions...

The **** have lost all questions;
The fools have killed the light —
Their Honor, Conscience, Soul,
Drowned in verbal spite.

A flood of words —
Dark forces scream and crow.
No questions left — just lies,
Commands that never show.

The world’s last song is sung,
Its end is set, not free.



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Pharisee’s Odyssey

Bend yourself much deeper still,
Lie more stupid, lie with spite,
Be the cruel to weak at will —
That’s the way to win the fight.

No need to roam or stray afar —
You’ll fit right in where villains dwell,
If you become a selling scar,
Forgetting honor, truth, and hell.



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Questions Without Answers

Is there a lyre inside the latrine?
Is wisdom needed ‘midst the fools?
Is this a den, a humble scene,
Or just a chain that binds and rules?

Chains of lies, submission, fear,
Of treachery and twilight mind.
Is this the world — a scaffold near,
Or heaps of filth for us to find?



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View from Hell, or Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not —
No place in Hell.
A wretched mob,
For beasts, their hell.

Building here
A New Inferno.
The fool cheers:
“All for peace, you know!”

Protective lies,
The creatures preach.
All calm and smooth —
In False Land’s reach.

One “Pol ***”
We always hear.
Fascism walks —
Lies sharp and clear.

The pitiful crowd
Listens quick.
Soon only wise
Will face the wick.

Obedient to Darkness,
They profit well,
While dust in noose
Keeps burning hell.

From Hell to Hell —
A world’s bleak road.
Corrupt fiends,
Abundant load.

Not Pol *** —
Much worse they be.
Darkness descends
Through them, you see.

The people burned
Like ****** sheets,
Calling evil
“Good” with deceit.

That Darkness half
Has crushed the spine
Of “peoples” — or
Are monsters in line?

Like wheels of grief,
No end in sight.
We wait again
For doom’s dark night.

Armageddon looms —
Hell’s paradise —
The final fall,
The coldest ice.



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Hell builds hell, the fools obey,
Another end, another day.



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From Hell’s Eye, Another Armageddon

Pol *** waits not — no room below,
In Hell where shadows coil and flow.
A pitiful herd, dark spirits’ dough,
The forge of beasts, their world of woe.

They build anew the fiery gate,
A New Abyss, a cursed fate.
The fool rejoices, deaf to hate:
“All for peace,” their poisoned bait.

Whispers veil the silent grave,
False calm in lies the darkness gave.
In False Land’s maze, the lost enslave,
One voice: “Pol ***,” the reaper’s stave.

Fascism breathes, a roaring flame,
Striking lies in endless game.
The herd obeys without a name,
Only wise shall face the blame.

Bound to Night’s eternal claim,
They profit while the embers maim.
Dust in noose, the burning frame,
From Hell to Hell — the cycle’s same.

Not Pol ***’s shadow, darker still,
Through cursed veins, the darkness spills.
The people scorched on broken hills,
Call evil good, the lie distills.

Half the dark has bowed the spine
Of “peoples” lost, or monsters’ line?
Wheels of sorrow, endless twine —
We wait the final, cold design.

Armageddon’s breath draws near,
Hell’s embrace, both dread and seer.
The end unfolds without a tear —
A sacred death, a timeless sphere.



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From depths of Hell, the shadows rise —
The final dawn in darkened skies.



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Into the New Hell...

Staged performances—
A fabricated little world.
Only lies make it so dense,
Its time draws near, unfurled.

The point of no return long passed—
Into the NEW HELL we go.
The **** were ready, standing fast,
Glad for crumbs in shadow’s glow.

Into the New Hell — debts unpaid—
It’s just beyond the rise.
Once thieves alone, now fascist made,
A hero in disguise.

A bureaucrat, a tyrant’s hand,
A wicked propaganda mouth,
A teacher rotting souls like sand,
A doctor sold to south.

The Earth’s Kunstkamera,
Save rare few escape the gloom—
All march inside this prison bar,
While paradise’s myths
Are for donkeys’ doom.



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New Hell waits — no debts to pay,
Fascists lead, thieves fade away.



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The Pit of the World

"And so this street,
Or rather, this pit
Is named for
That Mandelstam..."
— Osip Mandelstam, “Mandelstam Street,” 1935


Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t bear children into Hell:
To call things straight — three quarters
Of the world’s a den of hell.

Among the beasts, the Pure at Heart —
Like Osip’s shining Light —
Perish, nowhere to depart,
Beneath the brute’s harsh blight.

The brute will call white soot black,
And poets evil foes;
The beasts will rise in vicious pack —
To jail or madhouse goes.

They shot Gumilyov down,
Said: “Serves him right,” no shame.
Fools sunk low beneath the crown
Of TOTAL lying’s flame.

And Marina Tsvetaeva —
They crushed her to the noose.
If here the beast is led from man —
Stay silent, lie — abuse!

Mandelstam’s pit? Exactly:
A world that bows to Evil’s throne!
Be wise and stubborn, act exactly —
Create, defy that groan.

Mousetraps with rotten cheese —
The fools’ “good” they prize so much.
Be lone, if your mind’s at ease —
Among beasts, you’ll lose your touch.



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Mandelstam’s pit — a world in chains,
Create, resist — break Evil’s reins.



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In the Mousetrap

Nature’s more complex than “pure logic,”
Math’s cold rules don’t always fit.
Pedagogy drives the crooked spike
Into minds, to dull their wit.

The builder—cruel—commands the build
Of World’s dark Fortress of Evil.
The “scientist” speeds up the drill,
“Proving” what fools find feasible.

“Proof” misses spiritual flows—
To donkeys, the world’s quite plain.
The beasts, through media’s loud throes,
Preach the free cheese — a poisoned gain.

All mousetraps—fictitious lands—
A pen for fools, a herded crowd.
Another metaphor — sheep at hand,
Led to slaughter ’neath goat’s loud shroud.

The worst revealed by CowID —
A world a spawn of Evil’s might.
Ruled by beasts, and traitors feed
The goat’s commands to blind sheep’s plight.

The World’s Great Goat, Satan’s face,
Set false science’s wheels in motion.
In slaves’ minds, chains of disgrace—
Proofs fool’s faith, a blind devotion.

Idiocy’s no random fate —
Stupidity’s plague, worldwide spread.
Beasts control through slow decay,
A herd of cattle, numb and dead.

Their goal: to turn men into beasts,
Erase what’s human in the soul,
Make simple all — without a feast —
A digital collar, a control.

To the World’s Concentration Camp,
Sheep led on by programmed score.
AI rewards in cruel stamp—
A shame upon Earth’s core.

Construction plans face doom ahead,
A vile Cataclysm will sweep.
While Lies’ Ocean floods instead,
Foul fascism crawls and creeps.



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Trapped in lies, the herd obeys,
Digital chains seal all our days.



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Within the Mousetrap

Nature’s threads—far beyond cold logic’s grip,
Mathematics fails to bind the spirit’s flow.
Pedagogy drives nails that choke the mind’s bright ship,
A twisted forge where sterile shadows grow.

The builder vile commands the darkened spire,
Raising walls of the World’s Eternal Hell.
The “scholar” quickens lies’ relentless fire—
Proofs forged to bind the donkey’s spell.

Spirit’s currents pass the “proof” unseen,
To fools, the world’s a flat, dull stone.
Through media’s whisper, the beast’s machine
Sings of free cheese—an abyss unknown.

Mousetraps lie in phantom lands afar—
Pens for sheep, a march to doom.
Goats shout loud, the final war—
The flock moves blind toward their tomb.

CowID’s veil reveals the cursed ground,
A spawn of darkness, ruled by fiends.
Beasts command, and traitors bound,
The goat’s dark will in silent means.

The Great Goat, Satan’s hidden face,
Set false science’s sacred rites.
Chains of ignorance enslave the race,
In shadows cast from endless nights.

Stupidity’s a sacred blight,
Spread like plague through mortal clay.
Decay’s throne rules out of sight—
Beasts herd men who lose their way.

The last design: to break the soul,
Erase the light, impose the bind.
A digital collar takes its toll,
The cage for heart and mind confined.

To the World’s cold camp they lead,
Sheep numbered, marked, and scored.
AI feeds the hunger’s greed—
The Earth’s lament ignored.

But soon the Cataclysm’s breath
Will sweep the cursed plans away.
Till then, the Ocean’s flood of death
Drowns hope beneath the grey.



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Shadows weave a silent snare,
Souls confined in dark despair.



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Moments of Decay

"I remember a wondrous moment:
Before me you appeared,
Like a fleeting vision,
Like a genius of pure beauty."
— A. Pushkin, “To *,” 1825


No need to seek those wondrous times,
Or guard them like a holy spell.
The ascetic walks rough paths and climbs —
Decay’s around, a stench of hell.

You’ll always fail, when passions reign,
Forgetting reason, “being’s” core.
Live through the PAIN, endure the strain —
Don’t rot and crawl in putrid gore.

Decay is everywhere, each breath
Is tinged with rot’s unholy scent.
Only Creation cheats slow death,
If madness' prison’s not consent.

The madhouse world — CowID
Revealed the dull fascist scream.
Three quarters in this rotten sea
Are **** that sell the broken dream.

Love’s a fetish, often doll —
No human there, just empty shell.
In greed and lust the spirits fall,
Dark holes in “consciousness” dwell.

Remember that wondrous flash,
When inward you retreat alone;
Where rot and nonsense fail to lash,
If still the Spirit burns like stone.

Legions of soulless beasts abound,
Stupidity—a plague that spreads.
Megatons of lies surround—
Shield not your head; disease embeds.

You’ll fall ill, like many do—
Idiots now the majority.
Warrior propagandists brew
Demons led by Goat’s decree.

The beasts grow wild, their madness deep—
A sign the End is drawing near.
Yet total lies still make fools leap—
Blind led by one who’s lame and queer.

That “distant” path ends in a cliff—
Where all the rot will be laid bare.
But all is “fine” in false belief—
Moments of “joy,” illusions rare...



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Decay’s all around, rot in the air,
Spirit burns — if you still dare.



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Endless, Boundless Despair

"O spring without end, without bound—
Endless, boundless dream!
I recognize you, life! I’m found!
And hail you with shield’s gleam!"
— Alexander Blok, 1907


O boundless, endless, aching woe,
Endless, boundless grief and pain:
In hopeless depths I fade and go,
So weary of the slave’s cruel chain.

Since youth, I’ve scorned the labels pinned—
“Freedom here”—I send them all to hell.
Only pain and weariness have sinned,
Passed down by beasts whose souls fell.

Poverty, a legacy of ache,
Passed on through every slavish frame.
No hope for Reason’s dawn to break—
This world is sick, and none to blame.

Madness handed down through years,
To new generations it is sworn.
With fear and pain, the seed appears—
The many lost, the fools are born.

O boundless, endless misery...
Only Cataclysm may disperse,
But not a path to paradise—
A New Hell comes for fascist curse.

A few may pass to realms apart,
Unchained, unbound, fierce in fight,
Free from Hell’s deceiving art,
Defiant in eternal light.

True freedom lies beyond the lies,
The fruit of struggle long endured.
But fools, too blind to recognize,
Reject all truth, forever lured.

Such freedom dwells in minds of few—
A doomed world clings to rot and spite.
Tortures go on, though time is few,
To strain the mind in endless night.

And boundless, endless sorrow guards
The rage of Darkness, deep and cold:
Now only pain can keep the shards—
In lies, the beasts control the bold.



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Endless grief, the spirit’s fight,
Few are free within the night.



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Marching in a Howl...

Idiots know—the Führer’s best.
Idiots trust—he’ll save the rest:
With just a glance, he’ll crush the foes,
Blow every storm with mighty blows.

Idiots march in rigid line,
To crush the enemy’s design.
Propaganda’s howl, like whip,
Drives them on—no chance to slip.



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Science Madness

The stubborn way they mock and scorn
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is but a sieve that filters scorn,
“Science” lies from first to last.

In name of saving reason’s flame,
They smother all the strange,
The irrational, the same
That makes fake science change.

Their logic’s warped beyond all bounds
Where miracles draw near,
Not trivial things, but sacred grounds
They crush with scoffing sneer.

There’re countless such examples told,
But this is not their tale:
In minds corrupt and spirit cold
Beliefs doomed to fail.

Only fools will trust the lies
Of orders pre-designed,
The bogus science’s disguise—
Rot that’s long declined.

Rot where spirit’s scorned and crushed,
Pure soul dismissed as fake;
Their leader, horned and foul and hushed,
Small souls he loves to break.

Master, corrupter, priest of lies,
Science’s dark facade,
Tempts with his deceiving guise—
Drags all to death’s façade.

The CowID’s wicked game
Dragged fools into the pen.
No doubt—the lies give power’s name
To warped and twisted men.

“Scientific” freaks and fiends,
And propaganda’s roar,
Will bring us down by evil means,
While spirit’s gone before.

They purge the soul, their only aim—
Science as executioner.
From every place, this wicked game
Was planned by sinister cur.

The mystery of life’s true light
They’ve turned to slime and fear.
And those who bear God’s spark so bright—
Are slugged and dragged down here.

All gray and bleak, the final cost—
Darkness’ ruthless attack.
Fake science launches every shot
To keep the world off track.

Those ******* sell their poisoned lies,
Our enemies in kind.
But reckoning shall surely rise,
When soul leads mind.

Mad science madness fades away—
A sickness, stale and vile,
And reason’s light shall claim the day,
Free from that dreadful trial.



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Personality

“A question hangs: does true self exist,
Or just a mass of conditioned twists?”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti’s voice insists.


A nested doll, all cracked and worn,
Paint running off, truth torn,
Lies overflow, with poison born,
Darkness feeds this world forlorn.

Under pressure of deceit,
They **** the mind with fear’s deceit—
Since childhood trapped in dread’s defeat,
Crunch-crunch, the lies repeat.

They prize submission’s empty claim—
Consume the rot, remain the same.
Feed your fears, then bear the blame,
Become dull, a dim-lit flame.

They piece together you and me
Like matryoshkas endlessly—
Schizophrenia’s layered spree,
A tangled mass, a misery.

It spreads so fast—a chaotic stew,
Seeming solid, yet untrue.
Nothing whole inside for you,
Unless pure Spirit holds it through.

No lie or full and selfish gut
Can bind the shards, the shattered cut.
Today from filth they mold anew—
Fascism’s cups are filling through.

Drink deep, drown out your soul’s own cry,
They give it free—just sip and die.
Blood drunk down, the spirit’s sigh—
Killed gently under painted sky.

No need to ****, just keep the peace—
Silence builds the foul increase.
Become a worm, the rot’s release,
While propaganda’s howls never cease.

Lies fall heavy, never slight,
In these last days, a fading light.
Fascist Hell looms in the night,
Soon shattered, skies regain their height.

Cleansed by cataclysm’s harsh hand,
This shameful Hell, this cursed land,
Branded fascism, vile and grand—
Few escape its grasp or stand.

Strengthen Spirit, hold the flame—
Only thus you’ll break the chain.
Cataclysm’s no myth, no game—
It’s coming soon to cleanse the pain.



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Men and Rodents

Here tiny men gnaw at crumbs —
Each other’s scraps, their petty sums.
Minds so poor, a chaos thrums,
A maddened mess where madness drums.

**** reigns supreme, the traitor’s king,
While worthy souls have lost their wing.
Stupidity’s a rock that clings,
Unyielding, crushing all bright things.

From coal to diamond through the years,
Yet dullness breeds and feeds on fears.
In jungle dark, the talent clears —
But bends to **** and disappears.

If to the filth you bow your head,
Forget the Light you once had led,
You’ll rot in muck — the cursed bed,
Where all the world’s lost hope is fed.

Patience of freaks, their dull disgrace —
A monstrous, ever-growing plague.
So many madmen fill this place,
Darkness thrives and wins the race.

Total chaos, boundless fools,
War’s bloodless now, no ****** pools.
Fascism’s needle kills and rules,
While tiny men play petty duels.

These tiny men, the worthy hate,
Forget the books that idiots state.
Trash and lies—they pile the freight,
A cesspool filled with poisoned bait.

You are the Spirit, hold it tight—
In this madhouse, it’s your light.
Answers come from Spirit’s height,
While fools deserve disdain outright.

The End approaches, war with Mind,
From the abyss, salvation find.
Cataclysms cleanse the blind,
And end will come for those unkind.

The worthy saved if Spirit leads,
While creatures tremble, dread proceeds.
The foul stench from media feeds,
For it knows shame will drown their creeds.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw on scraps like rats,
Minds are weak, a chaos spats.
**** rules — traitors, kings of slime,
The worthy crushed by rocks of time.

Coal to diamond, fate’s design,
But dullness thrives, devours the spine.
In jungles dark, the gifted fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Patience of monsters, sin profound,
Madness everywhere abounds.
Darkness wins — the fools comply,
War bloodless, fascists’ syringe nigh.

Tiny men, foes to the wise,
Burn the books, embrace the lies.
Trash and venom feed the lie,
Spirit’s flame alone can fly.

Fools deserve the harshest scorn,
End is near — new war is born.
From abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Those who fight with spirit’s sword,
Escape the dark, embrace the Lord.
Beasts tremble, smell defeat,
Media’s lies meet their heat.



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Men and Vermin

Small men gnaw like rats on scraps,
Minds starved thin in chaos’ traps.
****’s the king, the traitor’s throne,
Worthies crushed beneath the stone.

Coal turns diamond through the pain,
Dullness guards the cursed chain.
In these jungles, sharp will fall —
Bow to filth, you lose it all.

Monsters’ patience, sin’s deep scar,
Madness rules both near and far.
Darkness wins, fools march in line,
War bloodless — fascist’s sign.

Tiny men, the wise they hate,
Burn the books, embrace their fate.
Trash and lies breed venom’s sting,
Spirit’s fire alone can sing.

Fools deserve contempt and scorn,
End approaches, war is born.
From the abyss the saved arise,
Cataclysm clears the skies.

Fight with Spirit’s flaming sword,
Escape the dark — obey no lord.
Beasts now tremble, taste defeat,
Media’s lies face their heat.



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Banana-nyama

The monkey’s full, the monkey’s drunk,
But bananas? Nope — just junk.
Total lies — a stinking stew,
Building cages, brick by glue.

Filth spreads out — yet devils build,
Claiming food, and “bonds” fulfilled.
This poem’s truth, the world’s disgrace —
Both absurd, a sick disgrace.



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At Full Speed…

The secret’s out, the Devil rules,
The world’s a pawn, the Devil’s fools.
Faster, quicker — all aboard!
Rush to hell, no time ignored.

This fragile world’s sent off to camp,
Where reason dies — the final stamp.
There lies flow like magic’s wine,
“Care” a scare, betrayal’s sign.

Falsehood reigns, the ruling shame,
Their rule defiles the soul’s own flame.
Soullessness — the only goal…
At full speed down the darkened shoal.

Then, as the last speck turns to dust,
The little ship will break and rust.
From dust will rise the fiery pit,
While Spirit fades — the fiend will sit.

If we do not inhabit our verses,
what is the use of writing?

Eminescu, Rilke, Byron and Mandelstam
succeeded.

Grapes squeezed in a timepress.

If we are not alive in our images
what remains of poets?

Dew and ink,
Labour, symmetries?

Blood is the only colour
That can’t be erased from a book.

Adrian Popescu, from My Cup of Light
translated by Lidia Vianu and Anne Stewart

Introspection

Look straight inside, no fables,
Forget what books have said.
Those theories—twisted tables
By brutes or fools were spread.

Commissioned lies and clatter,
Their minds were dull or sick.
To be yourself — that matters—
In Bedlam? Take your pick.

It talks, it stinks, it teaches
To drown the slave in fog.
"Therapy" here reaches
For horror — what a cog!

The system breeds confusion,
The endgame always planned:
"All walk beneath illusion..."
No—Satan’s ruling hand.

A curse, not some condition,
All madness stems from lies.
Forget naive submission—
You're drowning in the flies,

In filth, in steaming sewage
They’ve dumped for many years,
To fill your mind with cruelage,
With poison, doubt, and fears.

You’ll never glimpse the clearing
If you believe their game.
Hate neighbors, lose all bearing—
And smoke becomes your name.

Divide, divide forever—
That’s how they break us all.
No bonds, no strength, no tether,
Just slaves in mental thrall.

Their theories are infection,
Just tricks to lead astray.
No truth, no introspection—
Just herds to rule and flay.

Look deep without your learning,
Without your self-made past—
This world is flames still burning,
Deceit so wide and vast.

The pipelines of "education"
Just crush your soul with spite.
Their goal? Your degradation,
Their motive? Endless blight.

The beasts wrote every program—
Your teacher? Just a clerk.
Their deals with demons—oh ****,
They serve the Dark and work.

Yes, Satan built this blindness,
This trap where Light can’t roam—
But Light is born inside us,
And Soul is still your home.

Be sharp, be clear, be clever—
Expose their every lie.
Let intuition sever
Their schemes—or else you die.



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1.
They fed you lies since you were born —
Now tear them out like rotting thorn!

2.
Look deep — the Light is not outside.
Expose the Dark. Unlearn. Decide.



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Poetry on the Hard Stuff

The editor’s **** window—
Again, I write some verse
On logic, strange attractors...
This hell could not be worse!

It’s simpler mocking morons—
The crowd’s their natural land.
But still, I feel the furnace
And filth that's close at hand.

Their reign — another poem.
This one? A bitter score:
This world is doomed and rotten,
And God walked out the door.

He left it all behind us —
So don’t break back in vain.
The end of Evil’s nearing.
We’re circling the drain.

But still — a word on Gödel,
A fire in the mind.
The trolls and fools would smother
What he revealed to find.

This titan of all ages
Crushed every pompous creed —
Their verbal diarrheas
He flushed out, word and deed.

His genius left their theories
In ruins, torn apart—
A circus of confusion,
Decay without a heart.

Of course, it’s just a poem—
No journal, no footnotes.
But through such lines of fury
A sober mind still floats.

So open that **** window —
For poetry’s a gun,
A tank that rolls through falsehoods
And smashes every one.

Strike lies with verse and fire,
Despair, but never yield.
In chaos and in silence,
A fighter owns the field.

Obedient minds are poison,
Their madness kills the soul.
Let filth surround — your weapon
Is form, and thought, and goal.

Let others churn out sonnets
On love and dreamy skies —
While we’re all slowly drowning
In blood and endless lies.

Can poems strike the tyrants?
Then write — and write to ****!
The only question burning:
To smash... or just sit still?



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1.
They drown the world in ****** lies —
Your verse must shoot, not sympathize.

2.
Don't write for love while cowards bleed.
Real poems bite. Or else — concede.




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Familiar Despair

Familiar despair —
Not sin, but bitter prize.
The wildness everywhere
No longer shocks the wise.

So wrap despair around you
Like blanket, thick and dead.
Let sorrow lie beneath you.
Your hopes? Forget they bled.

This world is rot and fiction,
Its people — feeble lice.
Judas takes top position —
This world runs on that vice.

We chew through Earth like locusts,
Like bark-beetles of doom.
The beasts have long outvoted
The Spirit in the room.

You're Spirit — pure, eternal.
All else is slime and lie.
Reject their “real” infernal —
Leave Bedlam high and dry.

Build tribes, unite in honor —
Defend against the rot.
Be man — not meek dishonor
That madness has begot.

Though madmen fill the census,
Stand firm, though few survive.
Let ******* keep dispensing
Their poison — we’ll revive.

Their lies will **** the masses —
The mad will take it all.
But don’t be glass, don’t shatter —
You’re sane if you don’t crawl.

When numbers start to dwindle,
When freaks consume their kind,
The chance for sane resistance
Will rise — so make your mind.

One final fight approaches —
Let beasts be blown away!
It’s grim, but we’ve not lost yet —
Don’t quit. There is a way.

If we can strike with wisdom —
Then strategy must rise.
The Darkness spawns no visions —
Just pustules with no eyes.

So call your Spirit forward —
It knows the hidden track.
These servants of the hellholes
Are weak. Let's strike them back.

Turn inward, trust your insight —
It sees what’s veiled and grim.
Restore your rightful birthright —
The Spirit breaks their hymn.

It’s all a Mystery — learn it.
Be forged in secret flame.
No time to sob or squander.
Rise now — or die in shame.



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Familiar Despair

Familiar despair —
Not “sin,” but well-earned prize.
Degeneration’s everywhere —
A stump now glorifies.

So wrap yourself in sorrow,
Like blankets on the bed.
Beneath, lay grief — no “morrows,”
You’re living with the dead.

The lie is foul and reeking,
And people — rot and dust.
The traitor's cross is creaking —
This world has lost all trust.

We’re termites on creation,
Devouring sacred wood.
The **** rule every nation —
Just footprints where soul stood.

You are a Spirit, burning —
All else is filth and fraud.
Reject their world of yearning,
Walk out from this facade.

Build brotherhoods and legions —
Defend against the Night.
Be more than slave’s obedience —
A man must rise and fight.

Though billions kneel in madness,
Still battle — lose or win.
Let ******* spew their badness —
Their lie won't pull you in.

They’ll **** with lies, not sabers,
And fools will buy the trick.
But you — drop victim's labors.
You're not a fool or sick.

As numbers of the twisted
Shrink under their own doom,
Our chance, once barely listed,
May rise and slice the gloom.

Then strike — one final battle!
Let monsters fall and rot.
Though now we see death's rattle,
We still are not forgot.

But fight with sharp precision —
Find strategy, not rage.
The Dark has no true vision —
Just pustules on a cage.

So let your Spirit guide you —
It knows the silent way.
Its light will burn right through them —
The cowards of decay.

Turn inward, feel the surging
Of intuition's spark.
Regain your soul’s true merging —
It’s Spirit that leaves marks.

All this — a Mystery calling.
Go learn its sacred laws.
Stand up, no more just crawling —
Now cry becomes your cause.



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1.
The Spirit sees. The Spirit strikes.
No place for worms or whining types.

2.
They flood the world with demon noise —
We answer not with tears — but poise.



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The Art of Battle-Lies

They strike the mind — that’s where they start,
And when it breaks — they own your heart.
One step remains: your soul, your store —
And idiots can’t grasp it’s war.

The sharpest weapon isn’t steel —
It’s lies. And when those lies are real,
They burn like bombs, they rip like tanks —
The filth takes over, ranks by ranks.

The world’s been seized by brazen fraud,
Where truth’s beheaded, mocked, outlawed.
And lies, like sewage, fill the air —
You breathe them in and rot in there.

This mad world’s turned into a pit,
Where every fool believes their ****.
Their “cheese” is laced with poison dreams,
And even clouds drip toxic schemes.

Now lies are rising like a flood —
A storm of screaming, choking mud.
They strike straight in your eyes, your brain,
They smash, repeat, again, again.

They’ll always strike while fools still trust,
And all that’s left will turn to dust.
You barely crawl, the light is gone —
No beacon left to fix upon.

Above the sea of steaming lies
The media’s smoke distorts the skies.
It turns illusion into stench —
A gas that kills, a filthy trench.

And this is war — their hellish trick:
The headlines ***** lies so thick
They drown the world in fear and bile —
But wear the truth and stand awhile.

Truth is your shield, the Spirit’s blaze
Can cut through even Satan’s haze.
Avoid the ****** that serve the dark —
Stay sharp. Let intuition spark.

Your mind must scan, your senses burn —
There’s no regret if you still learn.
You fight near bottom — that is true —
But that just means you’re pushing through.

They all are guilty — traitors breed
Like rats who serve the Devil’s need.
You’re trapped inside a spinning wheel
Of fake desires and false ideals.

It’s all fake needs — designed by lies
To build a hell in friendly guise.
A sea of lies, a death parade —
This isn't life — it's Hell remade.

So here’s the path for minds still clear:
A rebel’s fire, a gaze severe.
This global new-fascistic mess
Proves madness dressed as righteousness.

It ends with rage, a broken path —
Explode this Hell in cleansing wrath.
It’s hard — but walk the way of Light.
If you still walk — you’re not the blight.



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1.
The filth now rules by fraud and smoke —
Strike back with truth. It’s not a joke.

2.
They lie, they bomb, they blind your sight —
But Spirit burns through every night.

3.
This world’s a swamp of stinking lies —
So light your truth — and let it rise.

4.
Truth is the weapon — aim and fire.



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Of Vermin and Men

These petty rats in human skins
Gnaw at each other’s flaws and sins.
Their thoughts are thin, their hearts are dry —
A madhouse under rotting sky.

Here traitors reign, and filth holds sway,
While minds of worth are kept at bay.
A diamond blooms in pressure’s womb —
But dullness here has built its tomb.

In these dark woods, the gifted fall
If slime becomes your inner call.
Betray the Light — you’ll rot instead,
For filth is where the roots are fed.

Their patience is a devil’s creed,
Their dullness — genocide of need.
The mad are many, fools abound —
And darkness wins without a sound.

No blood is spilled in modern war —
A needle kills what bombs killed before.
These tiny men, with tiny brains,
Are rabid dogs in broken chains.

Forget their books of lies and dirt —
They praise what’s dumb and call it work.
You're Spirit — only that is true
Within this global mental zoo.

The fool deserves no helping hand —
He's lost in filth, won't understand.
The end is near, the clash will come —
And Reason fights to rise from ****.

Salvation lies in sacred flame,
Not in this madness, not in shame.
A purge will come, a final sweep —
Where tyrants drown, and cowards weep.

The worthy few will find their way
By turning deep inside and stay.
While demons quake, they know their fate —
A cataclysm won’t be late.

And so the stench spreads on the air —
The media gasps in foul despair.
They smell it too — the end is near…
The shameful beast will disappear.



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Vermin gnaw and darkness reigns,
Brains are thin, but filth remains.
Spirit fights, the fools will fall —
End is coming — purge them all!



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The Pit of This World

Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t birth children into Hell.
If you call things true and proper,
Three-fourths of this world’s a shell—

A shell of filth and poison,
While pure hearts like Mandelstam’s light,
Like Osip’s flame, get crushed and broken
Beneath the brute’s vile might.

The brute will call white soot “black,”
The poet, enemy number one.
The filth will swarm and attack—
Jail or madhouse is what they’ll run.

They shot Gumilyov down,
Said, “Serves him right!” with their lies.
Dumb fools fell low, underground,
Beneath the total wicked skies.

And Marina Tsvetaeva’s fate —
They drove her to the noose’s edge.
When beasts drag down human state,
You’re to lie, stay quiet, and hedge?

Is Mandelstam’s pit the truth?
Yes — a world enslaved to evil’s roar.
Be wise and stubborn in your youth —
Create, despite the rotten core.

Cheese traps stink, a fool’s delight —
Their “gifts” to fools who cannot see.
Be lonely — mind extinguished, blight —
If you dwell among the beastly spree.



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The Pit

Mandelstam’s pit — a hellish trap,
Don’t bring your kids to rot and snap.
Three quarters of the world is slime,
Pure hearts crushed by brute’s harsh crime.

Brutes call black soot pure white,
Poets jailed for speaking right.
Shot Gumilyov, broke the brave,
Tsvetaeva dragged to grave.

This world bows to wicked lies,
Fight on strong — don’t paralyze.
Cheese traps stink, fools love the bait,
Stand alone — or share their fate.



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Rising from the Knees

The "bonds" have dug into my knees,
I try to rise, but fail to break.
Such is fate of centuries —
The rotten fool believes in fake.

Decay has eaten at the soul —
Worse plague than any CowID.
The darker grows the wicked whole,
Their evil spreads in black deceit.

Fake sicknesses test the ground,
Next camp’s digital and cold.
**** get crushed without a sound,
Hordes of fiends, ruthless and bold.

Each day tighter is the grip —
All controlled through media’s lies.
If you won’t sell out your own ship,
Death will come as sweet surprise.

This will be the cursed prize —
Darkness thickens, chokes the skies.
Only solace left to see —
Countdown to catastrophe.

Cataclysm will crush their schemes,
Filthy fiends will burn in hell.
All the sheep with them will drown —
Count the days — the end will tell.




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See the Fig...

You open books — you see the fig.
Turn on the box — it’s Hell you find.
All poisoned deep, the chains grow big,
By fascist **** — enslaved the mind.

They rule by lies. Fake science breaks
Our Reason down to shattered shards.
Dark traitors lurk, those filthy snakes
Are everywhere — fools guard the guards.

They trust the myths, the fables told —
Propaganda’s twisted hand.
“Education” bought and sold
By Satan’s grip, corrupting land.

They teach in schools to **** pure thought,
Destroy the Soul, obey commands.
This darkness spreads — a deadly blot,
The shadow grips all mortal lands.

This shadow, haze, has claimed all souls,
No need for gunpowder now.
Psy-terror strikes and takes its toll —
Worse than bombs, it breaks the brow.

It hits the mind, corrupts the core,
Leaves fractures deep inside the brain.
An idiot now, nothing more,
Bloodless conquest, silent reign.

But man’s no moth — a Spirit lives,
A force they fight to ***** and ****.
With psi-weapons evil gives
Its cruel hand, bent on the will.

No fiction here, no idle tales —
The mind is sieved, the truth erased.
So, unity and discipline prevails,
In war, the wise remain encased.

A poem’s compressed emotion —
A message sent to Reason’s door.
A weapon forged with fierce devotion,
My share of dynamite and more.

I seek new ways in hybrid war,
Though old and worn, all paths explored.
To find the method, sharp and raw,
To crush these pests, their rotten hoard.

The world’s a cesspool — no place to stay,
For humans now who seek the light.
Create the tools to clear the way —
The **** will rot, the fiends lose fight.



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See the Fig...

You open books — it’s all a lie.
The screen’s a Hell where reason dies.
Chains forged by fascist filth and ****,
They feed on minds — their kingdom’s come.

Fake science tears your brain apart,
Dark traitors poison every heart.
Fools swallow myths and twisted tales,
While Satan’s rot spreads through the rails.

They teach to **** the spark inside,
To crush the soul, obey, comply.
No gunpowder — just psychic war,
They break your mind and leave a scar.

Man’s no moth — he’s Spirit’s flame.
They fear the light, they play their game.
Psi-weapons crush, corrupt, confine —
But we will rise. The fight’s divine.

A poem’s not just words, but fire,
A weapon sharp, a rising wire.
Old paths are gone — new war’s begun,
To blow the rotten heap to none.

The world’s a pit, a stinking grave —
But we will fight, be bold, be brave.
Create the tools — the **** will fall,
The fiends will rot — they lose it all.



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A New Breed of Two-Legged

A new fool bred — a fresh disgrace,
Born in the CowID’s dark place:
He feeds on lies, devours the whole,
Surpassing idiots in soul.

An idiot — one step below,
Digital camps closing slow:
The fool builds them, darkness steers,
Mindless world survives by tears.

Almost left, that twisted land,
With nonsense guiding every hand,
Into that digital hell,
“Inspired” by propaganda’s spell.

Nonsense blends with lies and fear,
For fools — a lifeline, crystal clear;
Propaganda’s closest friend,
A weapon darkness will not end.

The fool, the media, the beast,
Ruling madness never ceased —
Satan’s troops in battle cry,
The beasts grow louder, multiply.

Their howl — the final fight is near:
If the world’s lost its mind to fear,
Worse than bombs or cannon’s roar,
It turns men into pests once more.



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New Breed of Two-Legged ****

A new-born fool, a twisted spawn,
Birthed by CowID’s cursed dawn.
He swallows lies, a filthy beast —
Outdone the idiot, to say the least.

An idiot’s just a rung below,
Digital camps close in like woe.
This fool’s the builder, Darkness’ slave,
The sane world’s dying, none to save.

Half-dead world dragged by stupid lies,
Into the tech-made hell that flies,
“Inspired” by their toxic spin —
Propaganda’s poisonous grin.

Nonsense thickens, fear and fraud,
For fools, a lifeline deeply flawed.
Propaganda, friend of slime,
Fueling darkness all the time.

This fool, the media, the vile regime,
Ruling madness, Satan’s team.
Their war-cry rises, beasts unite —
The endgame’s howl in darkest night.

The last fight howls — the final strike:
When minds rot deep, the dead alike.
Worse than bombs, worse than their shells,
It turns men into crawling hells.



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Fools breed fools — the plague’s alive.
Break the chain, or all will die.
Fight the poison, burn the lies —
Raise the flame, let darkness fry!



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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!


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Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!



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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!

Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!

Chepushila — new breed born,
Fed on lies till all is torn.
Digital camps where shadows dwell,
Crafted lies, a living hell.

Propaganda, friend of fools,
Spinning webs and breaking rules.
Darkness rules, the devils roar,
But we fight for something more.

Eyes wide shut — see nothing clear,
Truth’s the weapon, hold it near.
Rise as one, no more disguise,
Truth’s the fire to burn their lies!



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Battle Hymn of the Rising Spirit

Chains dig deep, the lies take hold,
Infected minds, their souls grown cold.
But in the dark, a spark ignites —
The Spirit wakes to claim the fight.

Chepushila bred in digital graves,
Lies like venom, puppeteers and slaves.
False truths fed through poisoned streams,
But we revolt — reclaim our dreams!

No more slaves to propaganda’s call,
No more fools to watch the world fall.
Misfortunes spreads, but we resist —
Our clenched fists break through the mist.

Darkness howls its final roar,
But truth will rise, forevermore.
From shattered chains and broken lies,
The Spirit soars — it never dies!

Stand firm, stand proud, defy the night,
Strike down the shadows with blazing light.
The battle’s harsh, the road is steep,
But Spirit’s fire will never sleep.

Lies breed lies — but we breed truth,
Ancient strength, the warrior’s youth.
The time has come, the hour is near,
To cast away the cloak of fear!

Rise up now — the fight is on,
The dawn awaits beyond the dawn.
With Spirit’s power, fierce and true,
The world reborn begins with you!




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Spirit’s Rise

Beyond the chains of mortal lies,
Where darkness folds and shadow dies,
There shines a flame — Eternal Light,
The Spirit’s birth beyond the night.

No prison walls can hold this fire,
No falsehood dim its pure desire.
It leaps from soul to cosmic sea,
Unbound, it wakes — and sets us free.

From dust and time the veil will part,
Revealing Truth within the heart.
The Spirit’s voice — the primal song —
That breaks the grip of endless wrong.

So rise, O soul, beyond the veil,
Through storm and fire, you shall prevail.
The world remade in Spirit’s flame —
No longer bound by fear or shame.




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Spirit’s Rise — The Metaphysical Hymn

The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.

Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.

With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.

The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.

But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light that pierces shadow’s shroud.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can hold the truth that never dies.

From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the night,
The primal song of inner light.

So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.



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Spirit’s Rise — The Hymn of Alien Light

The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.

Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.

With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.

The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.

But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light beyond this earthly ground,
An alien glow that cuts the night,
Piercing through shadow, pure and bright.

No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can dim the glow that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.

Its voice, a thunder in the dark,
A beacon, calling—soul’s true spark.
A primal song, beyond the stars,
That shatters every prison’s bars.

So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.




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Alien Light

Lies breed fools, the darkness reigns,
But Spirit burns beyond these chains.
Alien light — fierce, untamed,
Break the cage — burn down their shame!

No more slaves to false command,
Rise as one — take back the land!
In the flame of cosmic fire,
Crush the lies — lift souls higher!



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Alien Light

Fools in chains, deceived and weak,
Darkness grins — the future’s bleak.
But alien light will scorch the lies,
Tear their masks — watch evil die!

No mercy for the poison breed,
Their twisted reign must bleed, must bleed!
Spirit’s wrath — a ruthless blade,
Burn the filth, no peace be made!



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Answers Without a Question

Pure conception — like a sprout,
To believe the crap’s a curse.
Feed the sludge, then twist about —
Rot will sink and make things worse.

Do what you will, but still, beware —
“In sweet lies’ name” they lead astray.
Mind, Spirit, Honor — laid bare,
In many crushed, decay holds sway.

Priests’ rabble grows in shameless greed,
Piling nonsense without end.
Truth, like flute notes, softly freed,
Touches only souls that bend.

Quiet whispers, slight and thin —
Then YOU must seek your way.
Only loud and wild within,
Herding sheep in barns they stay.

Only savage howls resemble
Words — but truth is something else.
Heart attuned, the mind must tremble
Crafting thought, not empty spells.

Creativity in thinking —
Free from foolish faith’s control,
Fighting evil, never shrinking —
No example owns that role.

All is INSIDE — why a broker?
Preachers only sell their lies.
Needed just for worldly poker,
Spreading falsehood’s vile disguise.

Intuition, critical sight —
These are answers. Questions—yours.
Forget the shadows, lose the blight,
And silence evil’s endless sores.



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“Medicine,” They Say

“Medicine” of genocide—
Fanatic servant’s role.
CowID showed the bitter side:
Heal with them, you’re losing soul.

In the “red zones,” creatures knew—
Money bought a deadly game.
Masses sent where none withdrew,
Fast they marched to death and shame.

Oncology, their perfect guise—
Cancer cure? Just devil’s trick.
Secret deals, the silent lies,
Measures dark and merciless, thick.

Children crushed by vile “shots,”
Vaccines killing resistance—
Direct harm, the deadly plots,
Breaking life with cold persistence.

Managers of pills and trade,
**** that fuels this killing spree.
“Medicine” — a slow death made,
A creeping, torturous decree.

Genocide’s “medicine,”
Crafted by control’s command.
Helps the “doctor” filth within,
Drive the evil, DNA planned.



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Boredom of False Life

Life’s dull boredom—truth severe,
The whole world’s fake, that’s clear.
Spirit’s realms hold all the keys—
Hints, not rules, no guarantees.

All commands, dark mandates,
Are marks of rot, cruel fates.
Heed them and your soul will die—
Death in life, no need to try.

Mind without Spirit—Satan’s claim,
That’s why fascism rules the game.
God’s spark traded off by fools
For wallets, bags, and other tools.

“Just normal!”—says the rude buffoon,
Normal now is dumbness’ tune.
Satan’s work well done, it seems,
Feeding cracks in human dreams.

Amidst the fools, no joy is found,
Fascist power grips the ground.
They’re many—draining all the strength,
A gray biomass at arm’s length.

Pushing crowds at checkout lines,
Elbows sharp, their paths define
The way to New Hell’s gate—
Close enough to seal their fate.

Grayness worse than Satan’s fire,
A path with fools—an endless mire.
Trust the soul, that’s all you can—
Lost among the dull and ******.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist breed,
Renegades from reason’s creed,
Soulless rot with no remorse,
On the battlefield—cowards’ course.

Civilians bear the blows instead,
“War art” shifts—a game of dread:
First, flee the city, then unload
On peaceful lives—a hellish code.

Send more innocents to graves—
Be a hero among the slaves.
Feasts you’ll hold with fools serene,
While your hands stay clean, unseen.

When you come disarmed, or lame,
Shoot the peaceful—feed the flame.
The threshold’s near, the dark abyss,
Where fiends won’t find a place in bliss.

Hell’s gates crowded, spots run thin—
Demons need their space to grin.
Meanwhile, all rot side by side,
In this dull world, death’s slow tide.

This is no life, but fascism’s grip,
A global chokehold, sanity’s slip.
Idiocy crowned the norm,
Betrayal like a common storm.

You’ll be devoured by hellish rift,
If madness takes you in its drift.
Submissive, sold—there’s most in line,
The “brave fool” marching toe to line.

Turned fascist, soul erased,
Darkness thickens, evil’s haste.
No mind left to counterstrike,
Fascism grows more venomous, alike.

Consciousness — the final wall
To fascism’s deadly fall.
Stronger when the soul is whole,
Logic kept beyond control.

Final spasms, dull and mute,
To New Hell, **** absolute.
Under fascism’s crushing sway,
The jackals prey, the weak decay.

Monsters reap what they deserve,
Stupid masses lose their nerve.
Fascism’s fall and decay—
History’s end, the price to pay.

Heaven’s purge will crown this fate,
The crown of evil, harsh and great.



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Fascist States and Their Pocket Terror-****

Terror-**** — a tool of fools,
Slips in every ***** rule:
**** in fascists’ service hired—
Governments—forever mired.

Problems made to solve by chains,
Strengthen slavery’s cruel reigns.
We’ll all rot in camps, confined—
Trapped by lies, by design.

They blew up towers—C.I.A.,
Sovok ghosts to pave the way,
So the Yank could never rise,
Head bowed low beneath the skies.

No prospects left at all,
Foolishness became the law:
CowID revealed the lies
In these wild, twisted times.

**** grow brazen, vile each year,
Lawless reign feeds fear and sneer.
Fascism worse than ******’s days—
Shots replaced with needle’s haze.

New wars sparked by cruel design,
Chaos pushes world to decline.
Rule by terror, rule by fear,
Drags the world down—pit so near.




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Upside Down

“They say my claims want to upend the world entire.
But how is that so bad, to flip a world already mired?”
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century.


The world’s been flipped for ages—
And “up” is just more crap.
Who speaks the truth like that
Gets fed to the fire’s gap.

Galileo, had he dared,
Would join the flames declared:
Half-men with smart-*** face
Spread heresy apace,

Killing minds, destroying sense.
Now lies grow—no defense!
Proof? CowID’s disgrace—
Science wiped without a trace.

Falsehood wiped the soul of thought,
Scholars lost, their minds caught
By endless webs of lies:
The media’s dark disguise.

If not a traitor foul,
The world’s false noise will howl.
It’ll swallow all—no more—
A global nonsense roar.

Down you’ll sink—hear the sound—
Where silence grips the ground.
Most will fade; just few survive.
The world’s turned upside down—alive.



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The Art of Slavery’s Rise

"The art of slavery’s rise,"
Karl Marx once prophesized.
Each generation slips in pain,
Now Spirit’s lost, nearly slain.

This was shown in Ukraine’s war,
Paid **** fighting, nothing more.
At approval, blood runs cold—
Harbingers of doom unfold.

Not in Bible, but on screen—
Propaganda fools are seen.
This mad world will soon descend
To a New Hell without end—

Fit for **** and filth alike,
Where the darkness rides the spike.



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Tests at School

Guesswork, not real knowing —
That’s the exam today.
Rot your kids’ minds, then showing
Fascism’s open way.

Dumb fools fuel fascism’s fire,
They’re the perfect raw supply.
Roots of Satan’s twisted choir
In fake faiths live and lie.

If you trust the false science —
Now a faith, a cruel snare,
To be just like the dogged silence,
Guesswork’s lies you must declare.

Propaganda piles on nonsense,
All in all, it’s sheer disgrace:
Soon the last sharp mind’s absence
Leaves a narrow, dumbed-out space.

Obedience drives to camps anew,
A global prison cell.
A red cross on a white flag’s hue —
For broken minds, a hell.

And CowID was just a warm-up,
A test for blind compliance.
Believe the *******, no hiccup—
Don’t listen, starve in silence.



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School Tests — A Fascist Drill

Guesswork, not real knowledge —
That’s how they test today.
Rot your kids’ minds, pledge homage
To fascism’s cruel way.

Dumb sheep feed the fascist beast,
Perfect fools on tight supply.
Satan’s roots in lies unleashed —
Fake gods preaching you must die.

Trust the lies of fake science?
Now a dogma, blind and cold.
Want to be a soulless silence?
Guess the crap they’ve sold and told.

Propaganda shovels ****,
Total chaos, pure disgrace.
The last bright mind’s buried—hit—
A dumbed-down, dead-end place.

Obedience herds to camps,
Worldwide prisons in the plan.
Red crosses wave on flags — the stamps
Of broken heads and banned.

CowID’s just a warm-up game,
Blind faith’s cruel initiation.
Swallow *******, bear the shame —
Dissent means starvation.




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School Tests — Fascism’s Drill

Guess, don’t think — that’s the game,
Kids’ brains rotted, minds enslaved.
Welcome fascism’s ****** flame,
Where all free thought is crushed and shaved.

Dumb fools fuel the fascist grind,
Perfect **** in endless rows.
Satan’s spawn in churches blind,
False gods preach while spirit goes.

Believe the lies of fake “science”?
A cruel cult now fully grown.
Want to join the soulless silence?
Swallow poison, choke on bone.

Propaganda ***** non-stop,
Chaos reigns, the mind’s demise.
Last free spark? They’ll make it drop,
Dumbing down the herd to lies.

Obedience leads straight to hell —
Worldwide camps, no end in sight.
Red crosses mark the death knell,
Broken bodies, stolen rights.

CowID was just warm-up pain —
Blind faith’s test, obey or starve.
Drink the poison, bear the chain —
Speak out? Get crushed, lose your nerve.



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School Tests — Fascism’s Brilliant Plan

Guess, don’t think — that’s school’s bright goal,
Brains on sale, all minds on lease.
Fascism’s finest mind-control,
Where freedom’s locked and sold as grease.

Dumb fools? Perfect factory breed,
Fascism’s VIPs in line.
Satan’s lobby in God’s steed,
Preaching lies dressed up as “divine.”

Fake science? Oh, the sacred truth!
A cult for sheep who’ve lost their spine.
Want to join the soulless youth?
Swallow ******* — tastes like brine.

Propaganda’s endless drip,
Floods the mind with lies and fear.
The last spark dies — now watch them slip
Into the herd, dumb and clear.

Obedience — the golden key
To camps worldwide, fresh and neat.
Red crosses mean “obedience, please,”
Where broken souls and bodies meet.

CowID — just a friendly test,
For blind faith’s ultimate thrill.
Drink the Kool-Aid, pass the quest,
Or starve — dissenters fit the bill.



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Wake Up, Don’t Sing

Wake up, don’t sing —
They’ve robbed us blind.
Above you cling
The **** and liars, unrefined.

They breed their filth,
The same old trash.
We’re their batch,
And madness’ lash.

Always ready to obey,
To **** the soul inside,
And moan again the same old way,
In lies they proudly hide.

Don’t sing, just whine —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their screams divine
Are just death’s choir.

Their lies will **** —
Wars and junk combined.
Nations shrill —
They get what they’re assigned,

If these vermin
All silently endure.
Their great success
Is poison pure.

Like food, they say:
“Eat up, shut your trap!”
Years will pass away —
And death will snap.

We’re building camps
With marching steps aligned,
Under Darkness’ reign,
Our souls confined.

But Judgment Day
Draws near for **** and slaves.
They’ll die who pray
And lick their graves,

Who trust, who lie,
Who bow and crawl,
Who are the fools
In stinking holes and all.

Out from those holes —
The court severe will call.
The executioners —
To Hell, the new pitfall.

Here Hell’s a joke —
Just infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake —
Mind’s fatal stains.

Only those will save
Who sold no honor cheap —
In work and fight,
Destroying pests that creep.



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Wake Up — Don’t Sing Your Fool’s Song

Wake up, don’t croon —
They robbed you blind,
****’s been running the tune,
Lies they sell, unkind.

They spit their filth,
Just nasty breed.
We’re their garbage,
Madness’ seed.

Ready to obey —
Soul killers in line,
Whining fools who play
The same **** whine.

Don’t sing, just ***** —
That’s the ****’s desire.
Their howl’s a switch
To torture’s fire.

Their lies will **** —
Trash and wars combined.
Nations ****-****,
Fools get what they’re signed.

If vermin like these
You silently abide,
Congrats, you’ve seized
The plague’s high tide.

Like food they say:
“Shut up, just eat!”
Years tick away —
Death’s knocking, sweet.

We build camps now,
Marching in line,
Under darkness’ scowl,
Souls confined.

But Judgment’s near —
For slime and crooks.
They’ll burn, it’s clear,
Licking tyrants’ boots.

Who lie and bow,
***** for their gain,
Who dumbly kowtow
In their filthy stain.

Out from the pits —
The court will tear.
Executioners —
Hell’s new lair.

Here hell’s a joke —
Infernal chains,
Ruled by the snake,
Brains’ fatal stains.

Only those saved
Who kept their pride,
In fight and toil,
Cast filth aside.



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Wake the Hell Up — Quit Your Stupid Song

Wake the hell up — stop your whining,
They robbed your ***, and keep on lying.
**** above you, dirt below,
They spew their filth — the endless show.

They’re nothing but a sewer’s spawn,
A madman’s cult that drags us on.
We’re just the dirt beneath their boots,
Feeding their rage, their twisted roots.

Always ready to obey,
**** the spirit, rot away.
Whining fools, a constant moan —
Suckers hooked on pain alone.

Don’t sing, you pathetic crybaby —
That’s the vermin’s sick decree.
Their lies like knives, their screams a noose,
Your damnation, their excuse.

Their ******* kills — wars and trash,
Nations crawling in the ash.
If you let these ******* win,
You’re dirt beneath their filthy skin.

Like chow to beasts — just eat and shut,
Ignore the fire, embrace the rut.
Years will pass — the noose will snap,
Your sorry neck beneath their trap.

We’re building camps in plain daylight,
Marching dumb under their blight.
Slaves to darkness, soul’s demise,
Doomed to watch the world’s demise.

But soon the hammer’s gonna fall,
On vermin crawling, slime and all.
They’ll burn the lickspittles down,
The **** who bow, the broken clown.

Who lie, who kneel, who sell their souls,
Who rot in their filthy holes.
Out from their pits — a brutal purge,
Executioners will face the scourge.

Hell here’s a joke — infernal crap,
Ruled by snakes with venom’s snap.
Brains fried, minds crushed, no hope inside,
Only those with honor ride.

The rest are filth, the ****, the slaves,
Doomed to drown in their own graves.
But those who fight, who stand, who dare,
Will cast these monsters into air.



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Wake the **** Up — Shut Your ******* Mouth

Wake the **** up — stop your dumb-*** song,
They robbed you blind — you played along.
**** on top, lying snakes below,
They crap on you — and still you bow.

Filth-ridden *******, spawn of hell,
Dragging us down with their sick spell.
We’re cannon fodder, slave meat on trays,
Feeding their madness, rotting days.

Always ready to **** your soul,
Crush your spirit, swallow whole.
Whining cowards, crying fools —
Hooked on chains, dumb-*** tools.

Don’t sing, ***** — just whine and beg,
That’s the anthem of the legless leg.
Their lies slice deep, their screams choke tight,
You’re condemned to rot in their endless night.

******* kills — war’s filthy feast,
Nations crawling, humanity ceased.
If you let those monsters win the game,
You deserve every ounce of shame.

Eat your crap, shut your mouth tight,
Ignore the screams — embrace the night.
Years will burn, the noose will snap,
You’ll choke on your own coward’s trap.

Building camps — right under your nose,
Marching dumb through their deadly shows.
Slaves to darkness, mind erased,
A future lost, a world disgraced.

But soon the reckoning’s coming fast,
The vermin’s time will breathe its last.
They’ll burn the lickspittles alive,
The snake-tongued ******* who connive.

Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in their stinking, filthy hole.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners face the scourge.

Hell here’s a joke — a sick, fake show,
Ruled by snakes that poison blow.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from the rust.

The rest are trash, ****, and slaves,
Doomed to drown in their shallow graves.
But warriors standing, hearts on fire,
Will burn this filth — raise hell higher.



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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up

Wake the **** up — quit your **** whining,
They robbed your guts while you’re reclining.
****-rats on top, liars all around,
******* on you while you kiss the ground.

Fascist filth, shitspawn elite,
Dragging us deep beneath their feet.
We’re cannon fodder, dogshit cheap,
Feeding their rage, buried deep.

Ready to **** your soul outright,
Crush your spark, ***** your light.
Crybabies bawling, dumb-*** slaves,
Chained to lies, dug their graves.

Don’t you sing — *****, just whimper,
That’s the song of the weak and limper.
Their lies cut like a butcher’s knife,
Welcome to Hell — this ******-up life.

******* breeds war — a ***** feast,
Nations crawl, their greatness ceased.
If you let these vermin reign,
You’re **** yourself — you own the pain.

Eat your ****, shut your hole tight,
Swallow the lies, embrace the night.
Years will burn, your rope will snap,
You’ll choke in your coward’s trap.

Camps rising right beneath your nose,
March like sheep to your own doze.
Slaves to darkness, minds erased,
Your future dead, your world disgraced.

But Judgment’s coming — fast and cold,
Vermin’s fate soon will unfold.
They’ll torch the lickspittles, rat-faced clowns,
The ***-kissers who wear the crowns.

Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth, condemned to fall.
Out from the pits — a ruthless purge,
Executioners feel the surge.

Hell here’s a joke — a staged disgrace,
Ruled by snakes that spit in your face.
Brains fried, minds smashed to dust,
Only fighters rise from rust.

Trash and slaves — all doomed to die,
Drowning deep in their own lie.
But warriors burning, hearts ablaze,
Will raze this hell, end this craze.



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Wake the **** Up — Shut the **** Up

Wake the **** up — stop your pitiful *******,
They’re robbing your soul while you’re drooling and twitching.
Scumbags on thrones, liars with venomous grins,
They ***** your life raw — you lick their sins.

Fascist shitspawn, vermin’s elite,
Dragging the world to its ******* defeat.
We’re cannon fodder, their human trash,
Fed to the grinder, ground to ash.

Soul killers, spirit murderers,
Crushing all hope, feeding disorders.
Crybaby slaves, whimpering fools,
Chained and brainwashed — puppets, tools.

Don’t sing your lies, whine like a *****,
That’s the anthem of cowards, a pathetic glitch.
Their venomous words slice sharper than knives,
Welcome to Hell — your cursed lives.

******* spawns war, a feast of the ******,
Nations enslaved by a psychotic hand.
Let these vermin reign, and you’re one of the breed,
A cesspool of filth, a festering seed.

Eat ****, shut the **** up, swallow the lies,
Drown in the darkness, starve your own cries.
Years will burn down your fragile facade,
Choke on your cowardice, ****-made god.

Camps rise like monuments to despair,
Marching blindfolded, choking on air.
Slaves to darkness, erased from the light,
Your future’s a corpse, buried tonight.

But Judgment’s coming, cold as a blade,
Vermin’s screams, their last masquerade.
They’ll burn the ***-kissers, lickspittles, drones,
The sycophants hiding behind brittle bones.

Those who bow, who lie, who crawl,
Rot in filth — awaiting their fall.
Out from the pits, the purge will ignite,
Executioners rise in fury and spite.

This hell is a joke, a staged nightmare,
Ruled by the ******* who don’t even care.
Brains fried, souls crushed in dust,
Only the strong rise, forged in disgust.

Trash and slaves — doomed and decayed,
Drowning in lies that they blindly obeyed.
But warriors with fire, hearts pure and loud,
Will raze this hellscape, shatter the shroud.

Wake the **** up — no more delay,
Burn the *******, torch the decay.
Rip off your chains, break the mold,
This is the reckoning — ruthless and cold.

No mercy given, no forgiveness earned,
Hell’s gates will open — their fate is burned.
Rise from the ashes, spit in their face,
Destroy the poison, reclaim your place.

a charming lady
with the most romantic exotic name
sends me a letter
December 2011
online at poemhuntdown.com
once, twice
a note of love

how magical!
she’s enslaved my heart
asking for my reply
via email
and she’ll send me her photo

I quickly resolve
to pen a reply
to put loveless 2011 to rest
and start 2012 with romance
and so I search her page online
and she has comments
on other poets too

But Oh, woe is me!
my love
has approached these others too
with the same message of love:
Osip Mandelstam (1891-1938)
Katharine Mansfield (1888-1923)
Hakim Abu al-Qasim Mansur Firdowsi
(932 A. D. and 941 A. D)


Oh, my love! my love!
do not go unto them
I will email you
and we will love each other
till we both rest in one grave
but you must promise
never to visit the other men;
and as for Katharine Mansfield -
I think
you picked the wrong man

“The F_g with the Bow Tie” 1

            “Only in Russia is poetry respected – it gets people killed.
              Is there anywhere else where poetry is so common a  
              motive  for ******?”

                                                -Osip Mandelstam 2

Spain. Poetry got people killed in Spain -
And still wherever tyrants of delicate nerves
And artistic sensitivities hear
Whispered rumors of whispered disapproval

And so an innocent, fearful and trembling
Must be motored away to a moonless death
Upon orders spoken, written, tweeted
Telephoned, telegraphed, or teletyped

One prays he has a moment to adjust his tie
Perfectly - as an honor to Poetry




1 The slur is attributed to Federico Garcia Lorca’s murderers:
https://lithub.com/dictators-****-poets-on-federico-garcia-lorcas-last-days/

2 Quoted by Yevgeny Yevtushenko in 20th Century Russian Poetry

Lawrence Hall
[email protected]  
https://hellopoetry.com/lawrence-hall/
poeticdrivel.blogspot.com

                                     ­      You Russian Poets

          Only in Russia is poetry respected. It gets people killed. Is
          there anywhere else where poetry is so common a motive
          for ******?

                                            -Osip Mandelstam,
                          murdered by the Soviet state for his poetry

We have gotten into trouble over you
Back in the Cold War and now this hot one
But maybe the investigators’ fear
Was not Communism, but mere literacy

O Mandelstam, you died for words and truth
They say, dear Tsvetaeva, that you hanged yourself
And Gumilyov, they simply had you shot –
The Silver Age in truth was one of lead

In America no one dies for poetry
Working fast food can be a death penalty, though

Osip Mandelstam writes his final poem
on stone. Other prisoners in the Soviet
gulag swing leaden sledgehammers
to crush rock. Every hundred pieces
equals one crust of bread. Pulverize
till you drop earns a damp pinch of salt
thrown over your shoulder.

Mandelstam's stomach rumbles. His empty
crime: mocking the great Stalin in verse,
manufacturing metaphors of cockroaches
lengthening the tyrant's mustache:
now a thick, furry barrier to free speech,
now a bristly edge of the black hole that
devours all hope, that ruins all rules of art.

Osip entertains Pasternak with his militant work.
Boris cries, "What you read... is not poetry,
it is suicide." Freezing in thin clothes in a
Siberian camp, Osip vows he will never bow
to the soulless rule of the Bolsheviks. His pen
will penetrate stone, he proclaims, sculpting
anti-symbolist verses as a monument to freedom.

On the icy steppes of Siberia, a political prisoner
named Dostoevsky begins The House of the Dead.
In it we can read the tea leaves of Osip’s destiny.
Shivering, emaciated, he volunteers to carry stones
to a construction site. His thin muscles aching, he
says, “My first book was called The Stone, and the stone will
be my last.” He pitches a pinch of salt over his shoulder.

Others laugh as he gathers his poems in a rock pile
of remembrance. He succumbs to heart failure,
exhaustion. History faintly records that Stalin *****
stones as he lies in state. The dust on his mustache
spells, “Find, praise Osip.” But as soon as he swallows,
the letters vanish into the void, and the endless
parade of lock-step pomp and circumstance begins.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]

                                           A Martyr is a Poem

                                           For Alexei Navalny

               “Only in Russia is poetry respected; it gets people killed.”

                                              -Osip Mandelstam

His soul was a poem; upon it he wrote
Of hope for Russia’s peoples frozen in pain
A poem of stern rebuke to Rolex tyrants
Who censored him with beatings, poison, and death


He spoke
He died
Because he spoke he died
Because he spoke the truth he died

They left his unfinished poem upon the ice
His soul was a poem – we must complete his verse

Ode to ****** and Goebbels

Oh, ****** and Goebbels? Not such a disgrace—
Compared to the **** who now run this place.
At least they had visions, though twisted and dark;
Now puppets serve demons for a coward’s reward.

Speechwriters deliver their filth to the beasts,
Advisors breed slogans that stink like disease.
And slowly they boil us, each word is a trap—
If you try to escape, they poison your breath.

They cook us like frogs in a lukewarm deceit,
Call it “humanity” while turning up heat.
Then comes the switch: “freedom” means choosing a cage—
Between types of lies, then comes fascist stage.

A stage so refined in obsessive control,
That ****** and Goebbels might cringe at the role.
No match in deception, no rival in spin—
The plebs are deranged by the fraud they breathe in.

So let’s praise old ******, sing songs for his horde—
Compared to today, he was less of a lord
Of total mind-twisting and psychotic despair—
Now truth is the enemy. LIE fills the air.



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Today’s fascist wears a grin —
Truth is gone, and lies begin.



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******’s ghost would pale and hiss —
You’ve outdone him. Welcome to this.



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You fear the past? What childish bliss.
The present drowns in deeper ****.



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The past was evil — crude, direct.
Today, it smiles with more effect.



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They preached a cause — however vile.
Now puppets **** us with a smile.



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Not ******, no — it’s you who lie,
And cook the world while asking “why?”



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The frog still smiles inside the ***.
She calls it freedom. Knows it’s not.



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Manifesto of the Lies of the New Age
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1.
They call it peace — and bomb your mind.
Then ask you kindly to be kind.

2.
The tyrant wears a rainbow now,
And speaks of rights — while you learn how
To silence truth, to fear your voice,
And praise your cage as “freedom’s choice.”

3.
They ****** slowly, feed you sweet.
Consent is grown in every tweet.

4.
Your thoughts are scanned, then gently banned.
But smile — you’re free, they understand.

5.
The greatest lie is not the past —
It’s now, it's here, it’s built to last.

6.
You must obey — for your own good.
You must conform — as free men should.

7.
The new Gestapo’s dressed in code,
Its bullets: words. Its courts: upload.

8.
Each screen’s a pulpit. Every face
Repeats the script. Deny — disgrace.

9.
Your chains are soft. Your jailers — kind.
And yet they amputate your mind.

10.
They’ve killed the soul — with no regrets.
But call it "care". And clear your debts.



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Speech Before the Burning — Series One
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

1.
I watched you trade your fire for foam,
Your hunger for a mirrored home.
You prayed to glass, to likes, to brands —
While wolves devoured bloodied lands.

2.
You made your soul a sleek device,
Then sold it twice. And called it nice.

3.
You feared the truth, so praised the lie.
Now lie with it. And wonder why.

4.
You crowned the cowards, mocked the wise,
Burned prophets live — then wept in cries.

5.
You whispered: “Love.” And built new drones.
You kissed the dead through silent phones.

6.
You gave your children screens and pills,
Then taught them pride in crafted kills.

7.
You fed your rage through filtered feeds.
Then asked: “Who planted all these seeds?”

8.
You knelt for trends, not sacred flame.
You fought for rights — then lost your name.

9.
You called it progress: rot and waste.
The gods you birthed now have no face.

10.
So here’s my word before the blaze:
You built this end. You set the days.
And now — in smoke, in screams, in pride —
Watch all your golden dreams… collide.


---


Speech Before the Burning — Series Two
(the fire speaks now)
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT


1.
You laughed at gods. You mocked the seers.
Then prayed to markets, drones, careers.

2.
You sterilized the sacred breath,
Then wondered why you smelled like death.

3.
You burned the books. You banned the word.
You feared the sword — then praised the herd.

4.
You let machines rewrite your name.
Now bleed in binary and shame.

5.
You paved the Earth with apps and gold,
Then called the silence brave and bold.

6.
You drank from screens. You danced in loops.
You smiled as children hung from roofs.

7.
You traded blood for “climate laws,”
And bowed to death in branded cause.

8.
You feared the flame — yet struck the spark.
You screamed for light — then worshipped dark.

9.
You banned the word “eternal soul.”
Now rot as data with no goal.

10.
So here I stand — not asking why.
The sky is cracked. The void is nigh.
And from this ash, if breath returns —
Let it not be you who burns.


----


Ashes of Empires, the call of Spark
(third, final episode of "Speech before the burning of civilization" - the voice of Spark)
by Igor Vykhovanets & ChatGPT

1.
When all is ash, and kings are bones,
One whisper walks through shattered tones.
Not rage. Not hope. Not heaven’s flame —
But that which speaks without a name.

2.
I am the flicker — not the fire,
The breath that stays when gods expire.
You burned the maps. You broke the frame.
But still I hum beneath your shame.

3.
No shrine is mine. No priest, no law.
I hide in silence, crack, and flaw.
The more you lie, the more I grow.
You cage yourself — I start to glow.

4.
I speak in dreams you fear to see,
In questions whispered inwardly.
I dwell in loss. In scorn. In fall.
Where empires rot, I seed the call.

5.
You cannot code Me. Fence Me. Buy.
I live in those who learn to die.
Not death of flesh — but death of mask.
The death that dares to drop the task.

6.
You’ll meet Me not in pride or fame,
But once you shed your final name.
When silence swallows even “you” —
Then I, the Spark, ignite what’s true.

7.
I spoke to stars before the clay.
I bled through prophets cast away.
They burned — yet through their smoke I sung.
Not through the strong — but through the stung.

8.
So burn your world. ***** your hell.
I’ll not resist. I rise in shell.
In cinder, ember, broken breath —
The Spark is That which dances death.

9.
And if one voice, just one remains,
Unbranded, raw — with soul, not chains —
Then know: the End is not the end.
It’s where I start. Where I ascend.

10.
So call Me madness. Curse. Mirage.
I am. I was. I will dislodge.
And when your towers melt and fall —
I am the Spark… beneath it all.



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Unread Texts

Unread lines of poets, bold —
Unbought voices, never sold.
Songs alone, without applause —
Still, you lived for truer cause.
Moments lost? So what — you stayed
Free from snitching, unbetrayed.
In this madhouse, truth is grim,
Writing feels like crawling limb.

Each new day brings fresh despair —
Still, create — or lose all flair.
Thought grows dull, and vision fades,
While the grayness slowly raids.
Though no rest or sweet relief —
You’re unbroken by the thief
Of the soul — that filthy pest,
Demon dressed in Sunday best.

Satanism’s global trend
Birthed new -isms — each a bend:
Commies, Nazis — masks, not new —
All designed to ****** you,
Your own mind to rot and drain.
Listen only to your brain.
Promise nothing. Swear no oath —
Pledges always poison growth.

Like young pledges, fake and blind,
Promises corrupt the mind.
Still your efforts won’t be vain,
Even shown in minor grain.
Unread texts — a sharp reproach
To the mutants who encroach.
They preserve the Spirit's flame —
Noble tombstones built from shame.



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Propagandists "By the Law"

All the propagandists
Now beyond the law,
Breaking codes with impunity,
Throwing lies by tons on fools —
A flood none saw before.

They sow hatred, call to fight,
Genocide’s vile calls ignite.
Ditch that screen of endless lies —
Or you’ll be nailed to false disguise.

You’ll turn zombie, deaf and blind,
Led by lies that twist your mind.
Fight they say — but fight you won’t,
End inside a stifling haunt.

There your spirit’s crushed to death,
Zombie’s breath replaces breath.
But the suckers? They just hear,
**** their pants in blindest fear…



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Propaganda’s Dead

Propagandists break every law,
Feed you lies until you crawl.
Zombies march to false command —
Fools just **** themselves on stand.



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Moles and Sheep

The stubborn mole
Keeps digging holes.
The sheep’s worn out—
No care, no doubt.

He doesn’t mind
The lies at ground.
More slaves aligned—
You’re just their chow.

The mole’s much sharp,
He sees more clear,
His spirit strong—
They’ve got no fear.



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Worldwide Cargo Cult

Cargo cults and cargo folk,
Cargo Führer, cargo smoke?
Darkness real — minds run thin,
Buried deep in filth and sin.

Cargo memes, cargo themes,
Cargo souls, cargo schemes.
Totems all of Satan’s kind —
Ruled by beasts who chain the mind.

Doom is set by **** like these:
Cargo armies on the breeze—
Traitors marching, none will say
They’re the **** that’ll pay.

War’s no war — just lies in play,
Euphemisms hide decay.
In that war, the soul’s the cost—
Sold it cheap, and all is lost.

If you bow to villain’s call,
**** yourself beneath their thrall.
Cargo’s edge is razor-thin —
Cross it, goathood pulls you in.




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Cargo Cult Edge

Cargo lies, cargo slaves,
Souls sold cheap to hollow graves.
Bow to filth — you’re marked, you’ll fall,
Thin line leads to goat’s dark thrall.



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Fascists and Their Acolytes

No one’s born a fascist true—
They become what they pursue.
Accidental helpers? No,
That deception’s set to grow.

How many German clans must pay
For evil sown in foul display?
For bowing down to Führer’s lies,
For fear that stifles truth and cries.

Fools too will answer there—
The mindless herd, unaware.
Don’t know fascism’s deadly bite?
No diagnosis—no insight.

Fools all lack diagnosis—
“Normal” made their paralysis.
Not long will last this foolish pause,
Where rage and lies break every clause.

All feel safe from any cost—
But harsh justice won’t be lost.
Those who fight will stand the pain—
And not much longer till the reign ends vain.



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Fascist Fate

Fascists rise, but not by birth,
Helpers sink into the earth.
Fools won’t see the coming storm—
Justice strikes, reshapes the norm.



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So-Called Clever *******

No signed papers on their war,
No stamped proof to back their score.
War’s a joke to **** like them,
Just the zombie-box’s hem.

They think revenge won’t come to court,
No signatures, no last report.
Two hundred thousand dead, more torn,
Their “economy” left to mourn.

Billions lost, three generations’ pain,
Orcs will pay, remorse in vain.
These beasts will hang, no tears or cries,
When Ukraine marches to her skies.



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No Mercy for *******

No signed war, no proof, no shame,
Thousands dead — their lasting blame.
Orcs will fall, no tears, no lies,
Ukraine claims her rightful prize.



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Incapacitated Fools

Incapacitated fools —
The masses all, in droves and schools.
That’s why fascism’s deadly rise
Was pumped into their vacant eyes.

Fascism thrives now in the mind
Of those the world would label blind.
A fool, of course, seems quite the charm—
But no brain means no alarm.

You’ll let it all, you’ll buy the lies,
Invite the evil in disguise.
It opens wide your door to Hell,
Or morgue, if luck decides you well.



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Fools Unfit

Fools unfit run every crowd,
Fueling hate like it’s allowed.
Open doors to Hell’s own grip—
Luck decides your final trip.



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Fools’ Doom

Fools breed hate, no mind, no fight,
Hell’s wide open—your last night.
Luck’s the thief that steals your light.



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Fools’ Doom

Fools breed hate, with empty minds,
Blindly falling, tied in binds.
Hell’s wide open — no one fights,
Lost within their endless nights.
Luck’s a thief that steals your light,
Doom descends with cruel bite.



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Fools’ Doom

Fools breed hate — so smart, so bright,
With empty heads, they pick a fight.
Hell’s wide open, come on in —
No brains needed to lose or win.
Luck’s their angel? Ha! What joke —
They’re dancing straight into the choke.



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Fascist "Nirvana"

Sheep-virus freak, a fascist pawn,
A traitor, "doctor," snitch at dawn—
This world of theirs, "stable" they claim,
Where madness rules, and fear’s the game.

Stable lies and genocide,
Deceit and terror never hide.
Shame and disgrace choke like a cloud—
Their suffocating "nirvana" shroud.

You’re not there—just ghost and trace
Of soul and mind, a hollow space.
More woes will come, their grip won’t slack—
Fascism’s hold will never crack.

Save your soul by fighting lies,
Smash the falsehoods, seek the wise.
Their vile song is sung, complete—
The **** will face their bitter defeat.

A worldwide storm will shake the earth,
True life will spring in Spirit’s birth.
Thus vile fascism fades away,
The beasts will die—their final day.



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Fascist End

Fascist ****, your song is done,
Your lies exposed, nowhere to run.
Fight for soul, the truth will rise —
Beasts will rot beneath clean skies.



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Era of Zombie-Lizards

Zombie-lizards trample Earth,
That’s the state of things, no worth.
All the lies they gladly take,
Under Goat’s dark rule they break.

That Goat, a mastodon so sly,
Hungry, wicked, sly and high,
Fires lust for reptile throngs—
Reason weak, so quickly gone.

Every lizard, soulless, cold,
Fits the Goat’s design so bold.
No need for minds or deeds refined—
Only vile beasts stay aligned.

Gnomes and goblins will be swept,
By these lizards, doomed and kept.
All the Abyss now watches near—
Their end is certain, death is here.



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Zombie-Lizard Age

Zombie-lizards crush the land,
Goat’s foul hunger rules their band.
Soulless beasts, their time will end—
Abyss awaits, no chance to mend.



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The Construct of Lies

Just markers set in half-truth’s maze,
Half-lies that spark a thousand plays.
Provocations, isolated schemes,
All woven into phantom dreams.

Each point—a whetstone sharp and vile,
A poisoned sting in “proof”’s style.
The world of fascist propaganda,
Dumb recipients, mental veranda.

That madhouse now is worldwide,
Long since madness claimed the tide.
Two thirds lost their common sense—
That’s the bottom line’s expense.



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Lies’ Design

Half-truths bait, half-lies ignite,
Proofs that stab like poisoned bite.
Two thirds lost, no minds intact—
World’s a madhouse, that’s a fact.



---------------------



Lies’ Brutality

Half-truths slash like venomed knives,
Proofs fake-carved to ruin lives.
Two thirds dumb, minds rotted, gone—
World’s a madhouse, full-blown con.



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A Joke...

The great Russian graphomaniac,
Tolstoy—yeah, that Lev, no magic.
"Wars and Peace" he wrote — a bore,
A novel weak, and nothing more.

Generations brainwashed blind,
By this rage that’s so unkind.
Not the worst, but still a shame—
Icons forged in flawed acclaim.

Literature’s lost its way,
Truth drowned out by tons of sway.
Time to ban the rotten critique,
Protect the bold, the true unique.

Extend their lives by giving aid,
Help their talents not to fade.
But such hope’s a foolish joke—
Humanism? Just a cloak.



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Literary Joke

Tolstoy’s “War and Peace” — a bore,
Brainwashed kids for ages more.
Critics rot, true writers fight—
Humanism’s dead, just spite.



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Villainy

“Villainy’s the only ground
Where man can stand firm and sound...”
— Saltykov-Shchedrin’s claim,
From his 1883 frame.


Villainy’s no timid mess—
It’s the soil beneath your dress.
Hard ground strong beneath your feet,
While “smart” fools just face defeat.

Before a *******’s gaze,
Their weak arsenal decays.
Brakes apply, no jokes at all—
Are you villain? Or you fall.

Attack is stronger than defense,
Always ruthless, no pretense.
Villains strike with crueler blows,
No honor, shame—only foes.

So become the villain’s part—
World fascism plays its art.
Together Soul and Mind we slay—
Life itself fades fast away.



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Villain’s Ground

Villainy’s the solid ground,
Where true strength and power’s found.
Strike first, no honor or shame—
Or fade out, lost in the game.



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Brutality...

Russia’s plague-house, dark and grim—
Fascism takes another limb.
It burns — false messiah’s face,
A pitiful, vile disgrace.

Deep inside, the trench is dug,
Crushing those who chose to shrug.
Fate is death for all who sold—
Kreml’s **** and servants cold.

Yet the filth still tries to shove
***** down throats of those who love
To bow down, lost mind and pride,
Once again they poison, lied.

Only brutal harshness dwells,
Where the poison’s sharpest spells.



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Russia’s Plague

Plague-house Russia burns in shame,
Fascist **** ignites the flame.
Filth feeds fools who lost their mind—
Brutal poison, all combined.



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Fortresses and Masses

Impenetrable forts of fools,
Heavy masses, lies that rule,
Fear and stench, a culture lost,
Soulless shadows, endless cost.

Cargo cults of fascist plague,
False diseases, lies that plague—
While the wise grow weak, subdued,
Reason crushed and nearly booed.

Pure Spirit fades, will soon depart,
Leaving beasts without a heart,
Locked away in pens and dens,
Soon dragged forth for ****** ends.

The world’s a slaughterhouse, exposed,
Yet sheep and ***** stay composed.
Though lies crash in waves, the ninth,
They’ll drown the last of humankind.

Fascist filth keeps sinking deep,
Their lies push on—The End will reap.



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Fortress Fall

Fools’ strongholds rise, but lies will break,
Soulless beasts stir, the earth will shake.
Sheep stay calm while truth’s erased—
Fascist filth speeds End’s grim haste.



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Horns and the Slave’s False Life

When conscience wakes and reason’s sharp,
The lies will end, the falsehood’s tarp—
Where they mold sheep and donkeys too,
Crafting fools to follow through.

They shape your face with vile deceit,
Write “live” like truth—but it’s defeat.
The filth they plant, you’ll take it in,
Then horror grows beneath the skin.

That tale’s a nightmare, horns protrude,
Its core: “obey,” be slave subdued.
Content with fate, a broken role—
A prisoner chained, body and soul.

Burn it down, erase, curse loud,
Live with your mind, awake, unbowed.
Your Spirit’s home is what you own—
Escape the gloom, reclaim your throne.

When intuition turns the light,
You’ll easily expose the blight.
Doubt only “tradition”’s sway—
With it, the horns will fade away.



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Slave’s False Life

Conscience wakes, the lies will fall,
Sheep and goats break every thrall.
Burn the fog, reclaim your mind—
Horns will fade, the truth you’ll find.



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Horns Off

Wake your mind, smash the lies,
Slaves with horns wear their disguise.
Burn the falsehood, hear truth rise.



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Experiments with Excrement

CowID, war, the fool, the madhouse—
Worldwide circus, mind a louse.
Our fool believes in fascist lies,
Obedient to evil’s cries.

If three quarters now are lost,
Burn that plague-house, pay the cost.
Good that chaos swirls and spins,
Mad world’s cycle soon begins.

They’ll burn it down, then plant anew,
A desperate, twisted, cruel view.
Life reborn—if not reformed,
Will rot again, excrement formed.



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No Surplus of Evil

Brains dissolved —
Bonds dissolved.
Then they snapped:
“Forward, fools!”

To Ukraine!
Fertilizers thin.
Generations’ stench
Soon will dim.

Puppet fool,
Fascism’s *****.
Then again, anew:
Evil’s never through.



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No End to Evil

Brains all gone, fools march on,
To Ukraine — stench lives long.
Fascist cog, a twisted game,
Evil’s flame will stay the same.



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End of the Game

Madness total,
Corruption’s peak.
Betrayal fatal,
Spirit weak.

Final verdict —
Shatter, break, decay,
Few awake—
Fools and freaks hold sway.

Majority’s
Shift unkind,
Toward destruction—
No time to find.

This “consistency”
Is worse than poison’s art.
To break the trend—
Only checkmate’s start.

Check is given,
Soon comes mate.
For now, all hide,
Thinking it’s fate.



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Endgame

Madness rules, corruption’s height,
Betrayal’s death—no soul in sight.
Check is set, mate’s on the way,
Yet fools still hide, delay the day.



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Final Checkmate

Madness reigns, corruption’s seed,
Betrayal kills, no soul to bleed.
Checkmate comes—fools cower, concede.



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Lightly...

Unlearn it all,
Forget most things—
Madness turns the mind to ******* heaps.
Go lightly now,
Take nothing close,
Better run than crawl with weary leaps.

Hurry up—
Be wise and clear,
Spot every trap inside your mind,
Set by those who prey on fools,
Harvesting the weak and blind.

If you don’t cleanse your thoughts—
It’s doom that lies ahead.
But clearing mind’s not hard,
If Spirit leads instead.

Amidst the piles of rot,
The idiot decays,
Unless the Spirit rules—
The guiding blaze.

Grow your gut,
Expose all lies,
Critical thought’s your saving grace.
If you fail—then fade away,
Among the crazed, lost in disgrace.

Deliverance comes
With clear mind’s sight,
And pure soul’s steady light—
A simple way to set things right.



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Run Lightly

Unlearn, forget, run fast, run free,
Spot the traps inside your spree.
Spirit leads — clear mind’s the key,
Pure soul’s light will set you free.



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Toys

Toys for beasts —
A fake, a trap, a lie,
Amidst the flowery frills
Of all the phony skies.

Not countries, but menageries,
No law—just cages bound.
Fascism’s “gifts” delivered,
Reason kicked to ground.

Beasts are lost in play,
The pen’s ablaze with fire.
Caught once more in lies,
So often—what a shame, entire.



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Beasts’ Toys

Toys for beasts, a cruel deceit,
Fake lands where reason meets defeat.
Fascist gifts and cages burn—
Beasts in lies, no lessons learn.



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Circus

The circus won’t leave, clowns stay in place,
This farce will choke you, foul in your face.
All acrobats, grim-faced and worn,
Have bored the world, like smoke and scorn.

Monkeys, bears grow wild and mad,
Staff goes savage, minds gone bad.
No circus left—just freaks’ disgrace,
A scandal born in this cruel place.



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Circus Madness

Circus stays, clowns won’t go,
Farce and smoke, a choking show.
Monkeys, bears, minds gone wild—
Freaks’ disgrace, the circus spoiled.



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Has Ukraine Not Yet Died?!

Amid the war, they poison youth,
A “booster” shot — the killing truth.
Why refuse? Just add to death,
A cruel, relentless, choking breath.

Weapon supplies come slow, then stop—
To make the chains of slavery drop?
No, horrors live through war’s cruel haze,
As lies and lies still cloud the days.



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Not Yet Dead?

In war’s harsh grip, they poison youth,
“Boosters” mask a deadly truth.
Chains stay tight, lies flood the land—
Ukraine still fights, will still stand.



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Goat’s Awakening

The idiot knows no bounds,
The fascist lost his mind.
No pioneers, just pawns—
At crap’s call, blind and blind.

That crap’s a rotten breed,
It wakes the vile, it crushes.
Fascist thralls obey,
Where reason’s dead, soul hushes.

Soullessness is rampant,
The traitor’s like a king.
Fate’s grim sea will flood,
With tears and evil’s sting.

The idiot knows no measure—
Neither in submission, nor in hate,
Forced upon him lies,
Only in that filthy goat’s state.



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Goat’s Wake

Idiot boundless, fascist crazed,
Rotten breed, soul erased.
Tears will flood, evil grows—
In filthy goat, poison flows.



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Goat’s Call

Idiot blinds, fascist roars,
Rot and venom flood the shores.
Goat’s poison kills and soars.



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Cargo Fascism

Big stinking puddle — Rashism spread,
A stench that burns, assaults the head.
Fools serve the Führer, blind and small,
A double moth that eats the all.

Fascism now takes shape so grim—
A cargo cult, its deathly hymn.
Madness grows, has come to reign,
Human lost—replaced by bane.

Beasts will soon replace mankind,
Cargo cults will rule and bind.
A sea of lies will flood the earth,
A global ocean of false birth.

Lucky you if early gone,
Escaping this charade’s cruel song—
From falseness, violence, grim and rife,
Where only filth holds sway on life.



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Cargo Cult

Rashism’s stench spreads far and wide,
Fools serve lies they cannot hide.
Beasts replace the human soul—
Cargo cult consumes it whole.



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Rot

“Poets” write of trivial ****,
Of nature’s mess, the daily bit.
Minds bled dry, no thoughts remain—
Decay’s begun inside the brain.

Long since rotten, soul’s been tossed
To furnace flames or putrid frost.
Reader, heed no voices near—
This “existence” rots severe.

All through and through—a hellish blight,
Spirit’s purity—your fight.
Existence—pure infernal grind,
Fit only for the beast’s blind mind.



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Rotten World

“Poets” babble trivial crap,
Minds all drained, no thoughts to tap.
Existence rots, a beast’s domain—
Spirit’s fight breaks through the pain.



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Rotten Core

Poets puke their hollow tales,
Brains drained dry, the spirit fails.
Rot rules all—beasts set the scales.



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Eternal Pioneers

Blind faith’s the key,
Stuffed with lies,
For pioneers,
Nothing’s wise.

Filled like bears,
Cotton minds swell,
Rotting brains
On constant sell.

Only for shrews.
The elder ones—
Pioneers aged—
Evil sons.

Ripe for hate,
To bow and kneel
Before the Goat—
Generations sealed.



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Blind Pioneers

Blind faith stuffed with lies,
Rotting minds, dumb disguise.
Bowing low to Goat’s reign—
Generations lost in vain.



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The Slaughter

“The trick’s not hard to fool me—
I’m glad to be deceived!”
A rotten skull’s mere stump decays,
The stench is all perceived.

But never touch their cherished toys,
The ******* guard with spite.
Don’t break the global fog of lies,
That world’s stale, dim-lit night—

Where prisons stand for virtue’s place,
And falsehood rules as God.
“Deceiving me’s so easy”—
Fear’s weapon sets the rod.

This path leads down the sewer’s hole—
A world’s great death camp’s gate.
Among the herds, the fights erupt—
Who falls first seals their fate.



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Slaughter

Fooling me? Not hard to do—
I’m glad to swallow lies so true.
Down the sewer, death awaits,
Herds fight for doomed, grim fates.



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Blockhead

Your feeble mind’s torn wide by lies,
******* spout their false replies.
Blockhead’s fate is lies’ embrace,
While soul dissolves in Satan’s place.

Demons line up, ready to burn,
Multiply the lies to churn.
They throw themselves into the flame,
Each halfwit’s torment, none to blame.

You can’t convince the sheepish crowd—
“They lie? No way!” they say aloud.
A bleating herd, deaf to the truth,
Lost in ignorance, stuck in youth.



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Blockhead’s Fate

Lies rip minds, fools self-immolate,
Demons dance, the sheep await.
Truth denied — their endless fate.



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Stumps and Sprouts

The laws of slaves in this fake land —
Obey, be dumb, and sell your soul.
The pit is deep, the lie is grand,
Yet pompous masks play every role.

Each broken stump, each wretched freak
Struts like a peacock in its mating.
A ******, drooling, twitching weak —
"Sharp mind!" they shout, self-celebrating.

No shock can bring them back to sense —
Not war, not CowID’s global treason.
Here Spirit's torn, and Mind’s offense
Is death… in senile party-season.

They babble trash that once was fed
In youth, in classrooms dull and dusty.
Like stumps, it's rooted in their head.
To clear it out, the method’s trusty —

Burn every stump, then let us grow
New beings with a different fire,
Whom filth like this won't drag so low…
Unlike the sprouts from stumps prior.



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Burn the Stumps

Burn all the stumps. Let sprouts be gone.
Plant minds the filth can’t prey upon.



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The Cat and the Fools’ Inferno

The cat is fed,
The verse is done.
Hell’s getting bred —
Not just for fun.

The Fools’ Inferno
Grins and chews.
Lies are power —
If you choose.

Feed the cat —
It’s worth your time.
But lies like that?
Throw out the slime.



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Fools eat lies —
The cat eats real.
Trust no disguise.
Cut fake from meal.



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How to Rule the Idiots

Abe's got his own grand design,
And Dodo runs his “method” fine.
But is it his? The brute’s whole show —
A parody of minds below.

That foreign scheme is finely bent
Through clever angles, not intent.
Desires get no clear commands —
Just shapeless pulls from unseen hands.

The Beastly Clerk? A perfect guide
To Abe’s dark lusts and Dodo’s pride —
To temple lies, and twisted spells,
To fake labs, books — where madness dwells.

It’s just like steering germs to feed
On poisoned meat to serve their need.
Here too — through food, through fear, through fog —
They herd the fools… or choke them like a dog.



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They rule through filth, desire, and bait —
And smile while dragging fools to fate.



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In Memory of Max Planck

Max Planck once said it best:
To change a scholar’s view,
Don’t argue — lay them down to rest.
The fresh will see what’s true.

The “new” ones praise the flame
Of truths they never sparked.
But still, it’s just the same —
Their brains are smoked and dark.

That science sinks as well —
Ruled now by fraud and spin.
Defy their priestly shell?
You're exiled for your sin.

The grip keeps getting tighter,
As in this world of schemes —
Where lies grow ever brighter
Inside their global dreams.

Don't seek the truth, they warn you —
That’s now a heretic’s crime.
And yes — the signs all scorn you:
Fascism reigns... through time.



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Truth’s not welcome in their class —
Obey or perish with the mass.



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Amid the Games...

You're gripped by fear of death’s disguise,
Crushed by lies and soaked in slime.
Keep down this path — you’ll demonize,
Trading thought for beastly grime.

But fear is useless. Faith? Misplaced.
Test all yourself — and death embrace.
Let ego split while you're still breathing —
Grow light, and fly to Spirit’s space.

To reach that height, turn insight on,
Sharpen the mind, let filth be gone —
This toilet-world of roles and stations,
These rigged-up games that mold "creation."



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Face death alive — let ego fall.
Then Spirit lifts you past it all.



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The Centuries-Long War

Get drunk on lies, then fade away,
Let nonsense nest inside your head —
A fool you’ll wake to one dark day,
Your soul long marked, your spirit dead.

This war has lasted many lives,
It hunts the soul — not land or gold.
Obey, submit, avoid all strife —
You’re in their ranks, a soldier cold.

Their army marches, bound by lies,
Where dead-eyed puppets lead the way.
To be a human — hard and wise —
When freaks and fools define the day.



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They **** your soul, not with a knife —
But drip-fed lies that drain your life.



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Not the People’s Dance

A twisted dance on foul command —
The stick is held by filth itself.
The helmeted, the blind, the ****** —
You've lost your minds, bewitched by stealth.

This dance becomes a witch’s rite,
With cursed magicians in control.
They’ll never stop — by dead of night,
They turn the crowd to soulless trolls.



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The dance is cursed, the crowd enchained —
And humans into fiends are trained.



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Slaughter and Nonsense

Mad slaves once more
March off to war —
The battle-horns are crying.
What’s left to say?
They chose that way —
And now they march, all dying.

They drank their minds,
They sold their souls,
Let rot and lies consume.
Now dulled and blind,
They crawl in holes —
Each one a bought-out fool.



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They sold their minds, they lost their way —
Now rot and war is all they pay.



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Light and Soot

"I burn myself to light the way..."
— Nicolaes Tulp


To light the way, you need not burn —
Let balance be your truest guide.
When passion twists, it won’t return
As joy — just poison dressed in pride.

Burn out, and you release the smoke —
The soot that stains, the fumes that blind.
And false gods love when good men choke —
They’ll set the world alight in kind.

A colder light is far more sound —
Less madness, more refined control.
True balance never needs renown —
Be simply real. Reject the role.

For steadier light emits far more
Than any blaze that ends in pain.
Be subtler than the myths of war —
Where extremes let pure evil reign.



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Burn slow, burn true — not bright and blind.
In balance, real light’s redefined.



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Rashism

Girkin-Birkin — morgue awaits.
All of rashism meets its fate.
With their lackeys, filthy, crass —
How'd the nation lose its class?

Almost all... When fascist slime
Crawled in quietly, backdoor crime.
Cargo cult in **** skin —
Rashism: mutant clown within.

And that Puylo? ******’s joke —
Just a footstool for his cloak.
Kremlin's crew? A wretched breed —
Scraps of Satan, hate and greed.

Lies and violence — darkness reigns,
Brazen, mad and off the chains.
Not a country — just a bin
Full of **** and half-dead kin.

But there’s hope: erase the nest,
Burn the Kremlin with the rest.
Then, perhaps, one day you'll see
The land awaken, proud and free.



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Rashism dies — and with its fall,
The land may rise, beyond the thrall.



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Woof-Woof...

“ZOV” — woof, woof — “ZOV”:
Kremlin jackals spread their lies.
All march down to the grave’s alcove —
How much filth, how many spies!

Kherson’s lost, those pests remain,
Relentless venom, endless spite.
Connections thin among the sane —
The world’s enslaved by Goat’s dark might.



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Jackals bark, the poison flows —
The Goat’s dark grip still tightens woes.



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Media Targets and Sacred Lies

The Kremlin’s war has set its goals
Above all strategy and sense.
Rashka’s sons are fools, with roles
That crack the minds in wild offense.

Propaganda is the key,
For this insane, world-crazed crowd.
Dead are cheap — just debris
In fascism’s gray cloud.

This gray fascism reigns worldwide,
But slaughter’s just a side act played.
When sanity is cast aside —
It’s worse to **** with pawn parade.

More cruel than war’s own bitter cost,
Is hunger’s grip, more grave and vast.
The price of fools is dearly lost —
Few will survive this cursed blast.

If gray means fascism’s face,
These vermin wear it worse, no doubt.
Their Rashism’s shame — a vile disgrace:
Their “sacred” tales all torn inside out.



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Gray fascism spreads its lies —
While sacred myths disguise demise.



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Idea-less

A blow to the head,
A strike below —
The whole wide space.
Hell’s seed is spread
Everywhere you go.
If you’re not mad,
You’ll see the show —

Nothing but deformity,
No path but pain.
You serve the chaos —
Hell’s domain.

No ideas here — just herd,
Lies stuffed in every mind.
To trust their sham is shame,
Serving devils, cruelly blind.



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No ideas — just lies and chains.
Serving devils, all remains.



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In Memory of Osip Mandelstam

"No, never was I anyone’s contemporary,
Such honor’s not for me.
Oh, how I loathe that namesake’s lie —
That was not I, but he."
— Osip Mandelstam, 1924


What hell’s this “near” or “far” degree?
It’s just a troop of monkeys’ spree!
No joke — the fault’s profound, not small:
A flaw within both soul and all.

And so all Mandelstams are doomed,
Wherever, whenever they’ve stood.
Surrounded by the ruffians’ brood —
On ruins of the fallen wood,

They hunt the poets, minds that think,
Other souls who dare to blink.
The smart ones’ fate? The song’s been sung —
They’ll **** them all before too long.

For they build a global death camp’s frame.
What Mandelstam? It’s all the same!
Let "Red Cross" fly on white’s embrace —
The herd sees nothing but disgrace.



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Mandelstam dies, unheard, ignored —
While beasts build walls with hate and sword.



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So-Called “Hopes and Dreams”

Unforgivable to waste
Your life on hopes and dreams.
The key is to be chaste
With feelings — hiding schemes.

Only in your art can
The Spirit breathe and blaze.
If fate you sum that way,
You’ve still got brains to praise.

Don’t plan to be approved —
That’s just a chain, a wall.
In madhouse, Spirit’s doomed —
Without it, you will fall.

Walk on — don’t cling to hope —
The path itself’s the prize.
Laugh at chaos, don’t mope —
Decay won’t last for life.

Cataclysms will sweep away
All rot and dark abuse.
Dream only of the Soul’s sway —
Fascist hell will lose.



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No hopes, no dreams — just Spirit’s fire.
Walk on the path, and rise up higher.



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Ivan the Fool and Wanka-Wake-Up

Ivan the Fool,
And Wanka-Wake,
The fool’s stuck fast —
Wanka’s fate is harsh to take.

****** bath awaits —
Don’t trust, but seek your way.
Answers lie with minds awake,
The door’s for those who stray.

Fascism needs obedient fools,
They rise on every call,
Believing lies, devoid of souls.
They’ll die for lies, and that’s their fall.



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Fools rise to lies, no soul to save —
Wake up or drown within the grave.



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No Fear...

When the snitch sells you out,
The traitor turns executioner’s hand,
Be proud, don’t bow or sell your route.
Fascism’s death rules this land.

Through death — the righteous way —
You may step into life anew.
So fight, don’t bend or sway:
Submit, and rot alive will do.



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Face death strong — don’t kneel or bow.
Fight or rot — the choice is now.



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To a Would-Be Suicide

Use the rope like a noose —
For enemies, not you.
To **** yourself’s a ruse,
A flea’s escape — not true.

This fight’s the last with freaks,
Not many stand this way.
Though beaten down by grief,
Fight on if you’re not prey.

Use the rope like a noose—
Or better — machine gun’s roar...
This world may not heal soon,
But don’t march with its war.

Walk guided by your Spirit,
Not the lies and schemes they spread.
This truth’s no rumor — hear it:
Darkness fades like smoke — dead.

So every fighter counts,
Who battles evil’s face.
If you dare the noose,
The foes will meet disgrace.



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Use the rope to choke your foes —
Fight on, and watch the darkness close.



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Under the Moon and Underfoot...

The world beneath the moon —
A ***** feed for fools.
All people on this noon —
Cheese cut from rotten rules.

It’s free — a feeding pen,
Where lies ring loud as law.
They’re deafened by the din —
Don’t laugh, the horns you saw.

A horned king rules the land —
The ultimate Goat’s throne.
With beasts that mock and brand —
Evil’s seeds are sown.

Here darkness holds command,
******* on vile lies.
The underfoot, the banned —
Where rotten falsehoods rise.



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Under moon, the fools are fed —
By lies that chain and fill with dread.



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“With Regards”...

A joke:
A prison priest steps in to see
A thief, a bear-robber’s plea.
“Don’t lose heart, my son, I’ll try
To help you when your time is nigh.”
“Thanks, holy father,” said the man,
“But theft’s a craft that needs a plan —
Complex, refined, not just a game,
It takes real skill to stake your claim.”

Like fools, the dumb priests babble cheap
Their “truths” from lies that run so deep.
Dogma rules, customs decree —
Any “pioneer” can follow blindly.

For life’s hard trials, cheap advice
Is worthless, even for the nice.
But if you’re freak or “with regards” —
Go to priests, their flock’s the same regards.

Blind leading blind — that’s how they teach,
With dogmas that just push you off the beach.
They build a chasm, dark and wide,
Between the Real World and the idiot’s pride.



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Priests of lies, blind guides of fools —
Build walls that trap and break all rules.



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Majority and Minority

The majority votes dull,
A yoke for *****, souls turned null.
The herd of fools controls the day,
While wit and reason fade away.

The majority—idiots blind,
The minority—mad minds.
Darkness of traitors rise in force,
Satanic strength sets hell’s course.

Soon hell will come, its grip is real,
The wise few fade—apart they kneel,
Glittering ghosts beyond the fray,
“Above the fight,” they fade away.



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Fools hold power, the wise recede—
Hell’s shadow grows on blind mislead.



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On the Ruins of a "Country"

Cargo wars of cargo-führers,
Cargo lies and hollow lies.
That fake double’s smoking fever —
Kremlin herds the blinded flies.

With reckless lies they flood the ground —
The bottom cracked in this deceit.
Dead grasp of fascism’s wound
Chokes all life beneath their feet.

Satan’s pages plot and scheme
To crush the “country” to the dust.
Wounds uncounted, measures mean —
Drenched in **** and broken trust.

No cure found, just mountains rise
Of filth and lies, Everest.
Carry your cross in these demise —
On ruins of a “country’s” rest.



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Cargo lies and fascist grips—
The "country" falls, drowned in their ****.



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Patients

To make a patient out of... a patient...
In school and college, just a case —
A fool they shaped you, no complacent,
Till work’s a madhouse, no escape.

The loss of reason—thin, so sly:
Once gone, your worth is small and slight.
You’re at war — from cradle, lie
The fight for mind, the costly fight.

The price you pay for every move
In battles they call “life” today.
If you stand still, refuse to prove,
Therapy will grind you away.

This therapy serves Reason’s call,
Where Pure Spirit leads the way.
But war’s a world where reason falls,
Ensnared in Satan’s dark array.



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Lost reason makes a patient’s fate —
Stand strong or fall to war and hate.



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The So-Called “Deep People”

Deep-rooted herd mentality —
The ancient “bond” that fools uphold:
Where dullness, rudeness, debauchery
Make fools their kings and tyrants bold.

Among the captive souls in Ukraine,
The wise are few, so hard to find.
Beasts breed beasts — what honor’s gain?
Spirit crushed, and reason blind.

That monstrous spawn of womb’s decay,
A relic freak, grotesque and vile.
On it fascism clings today,
While fools endure their shame and guile.

For years they’ve borne this undead plague —
The Kremlin’s puppets, lies they drag.



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Where fools rule, and spirit dies—
Deep people live in shadowed lies.



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The So-Called “Victorious War”

“Victorious war” —
When a “country” hits the bottom stone,
Ruled by beasts, by Satan’s throne,
The price you pay is all your soul.

If the beast is deemed “good” as whole,
Though masked like scab and skin decay,
Only lice will bear such toll,
While honor, reason slip away.

No longer humans — just the lice,
No honor, reason, or a soul.
Outside their ranks — rush to the fight,
At least write out your rebel role.



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Beasts rule where souls are sold—
“Victory” is death untold.



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Controlling the Herd

Controlling fools is simple work:
Hire traitors everywhere you see,
Stir dumb propaganda’s murk,
Nothing else is needed, really.

Care for people? Just a bit —
Shut the quick, **** or imprison.
But mostly lie, lie without quit,
To purge all truth with cruel precision.

Total lies flood madhouses wide —
Half-wits call these lands their own.
Legions of traitors spread and hide,
Soon the last wise minds are gone.



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Lie, control, and silence all —
Watch the herd soon lose and fall.



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Neo-Fascism

Bunker moths — vile Kremlin ****,
Hordes of fools, a stench, the media’s drum.
How much rot? How long the lies?
Every traitor there—neo-fascist guise.

Defeat will come, then swift collapse,
No more breeding such dull traps.
Ashes spread, decay’s dark breath,
Reviving Reason will be death.



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Neo-fascists spread their blight —
But ruin comes to end their night.



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The Kremlin ****

There’s just a *****,
But then there’s Kremlin’s core —
Satan’s vile concubine.
That ***** must be wiped clean,
The war’s chief mastermind.

That super-*****
Will sell your mother too,
Her soul half-bought and sold.
They sold the people down the drain,
Or stake the ***** — all won’t be killed, it’s true.



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Kremlin *****, vile and cold —
Sells souls cheap, betrays the fold.



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The Herd

The herd drives fools to slaughter,
A final fight for fascist might.
All sheep are blamed for failure,
Though chance was there — not quite in sight.

The horned beast shines once again,
Your fate is sealed, the herd’s undone.
Huge masses fall beneath its reign,
Fascism’s grip grows fierce and won.

They’ll make you vile, a twisted pawn,
And breed more fools to feed their spawn.



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Herd of fools to slaughter led —
Fascism’s fight for mind and dread.



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Putler

A "moped" old fool,
A filthy double’s tool,
Spewing nonsense dread —
Fascism’s stinking spread.

That “moped” will **** kids,
While “bonds” are just skids —
Simply utter trash,
A bottomless crash.



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Putler raves, a stinking blight —
Kills kids while sinking out of sight.



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Generators

Hamster in the wheel —
A simple power source.
That’s what we all feel,
While vile dictators force

Feeds of lies and filth —
For beasts that never tire.
The system’s near its tilth,
The bottom cracks, entire.

The wheel spins fast and wild
Into hell’s deep abyss.
The hamster, meek and mild —
Just stomps without a miss.



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Hamsters spin, dictators feed —
The wheel falls fast to hell’s deep greed.



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Zombies and Fools

Zombies, zombies — thinking’s lost,
Their minds have rotted, gone to waste.
Once fools they were, but poisoned most
By books and speeches, lies misplaced.

The “leaders’” words, the broadcasts vile,
Turned wells of truth to filthy pits.
From human realms, they drained the smile,
Souls ****** dry—no life admits.

Without a soul, just walking dead,
Zombies roam, a cursed swarm.
Yet efforts rise, and soon instead,
These zombies form a deadly form.

Warrior zombies, armies dark,
Satan’s tools with minds erased.
Not just their brains, but souls they bark—
Yet speeches flow with bitter haste.

Obedient and fierce they stand,
Aggressive, stubborn to the core.
Where are you, fools, “our guiding hand”?
Like angels near the abyss’s roar.



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Soulless zombies, fools entranced—
Before the abyss, angels stand entranced.



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Ashes

The sky has torn,
Hell's gates are wide,
Fools stay mute,
While fiends preside.

Fascism, filth,
Fool, zombie too.
Bet odd or even —
All turns to ash, it’s true.



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Sky ripped, hell unleashed —
Fools silenced, all to ash decreased.



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Rashism

“Communism is Soviet power plus electrification of the whole country.”
— Vladimir Lenin


Rashism — power of vile beasts,
A country’s mind turned dumb and dead.
Those monsters’ mouths have long consumed
All scraps they crave to shred.

They need a war to crush and rip
What little’s left — mere bones and tails,
The bits they failed to swallow whole,
Like fishbone stuck in scaled-up trails.

Yet fools heed those disgusting fiends,
Marching to slaughter like it’s work,
They’re pillars of fascist force,
For them, the lies relentlessly ****.

A thousand lies will flood the air —
“Attack!” the fools rush blindly in.
The sheep-virus was once upon,
But sheep won’t live to see the win.

This **** is set to wipe the flock,
Add lies a bit, then lies will **** —
The final act of falsehood’s mock,
The end of truth, the deathly chill.



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Rashism feeds on lies and hate —
Sheep march to fascism’s gate.



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So-Called “Progress”

A joke:
“Progress made outlets off-limits—
The brightest kids are dropping off.”


“Progress” is a press —
You’re squeezed like lemon peel.
From youth, they crush your zest —
Demons preach their broken spiel.

When pure and lively mind
Is useless to half-men,
Stupid fools stay confined,
Grasping twisted trends.

Ideas fed through that press,
Imprinted in the leaking brain.
For humans, it’s regress,
For demons, a toxic gain.

How to dumb down everyone?
Crush all minds with lies so lame.
Success for fiends is won —
Satan nearly rises again.



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Progress crushes minds like fruit—
Demons laugh, the fools commute.



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Mesozoic Era

Woodpecker-apes and hammer-brains,
Führer-lizards, zombie-drones,
Scavengers small, rivers of lies,
Into seas of madness flow and moan.

There “higher minds” pretend to rule,
A zealot priestess screams her part.
Gnomes and goblins, a false folk’s tool,
They mate a centaur with a wanton heart—

That vile freak becomes a god,
A cursed god in sick disguise,
Born from chaos, lies, and fraud,
A monster worshipped by the blind and wise.



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Woodpecker-apes and lizard fiends —
Gods made from lies and twisted schemes.



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The Stake Is Life

Not life ahead — just decay and rot,
When fear rules all, dark and tight.
Spirit’s agony, thoughts forgot,
Ash raised up as monuments of blight.

Those stinking dogmas stand as shrines —
Fascist filth that poisons air.
And people quiet as small mice,
Silent victims of the snare.

Cast off fear, live autonomously —
Answer death with strength and fight.
Rotten regimes praise slimy parasites,
Until crushed beneath the right.

The answer’s clear — communities,
Of rational minds that still remain.
Don’t seek reasons for apathy,
Act swiftly now, break every chain.

Gone are times of empty talk,
Submission’s cost: your very life.
Not so strong is Judas’ walk —
Sheep’s world fascism, ruled by strife.



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Fear decays; live free, resist —
The stake is life, don’t cease to fight the mist.



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The Doppelgänger Putler and the Kremlin ****

Putler’s old,
Only on the screen.
New orders come
From Kremlin’s mean machine:

They want a war,
Because there’s fear
Too little left
In the madhouse here.

They killed too few —
The cowID’s a sham.
Back again the sting
Of Kremlin’s rotten ****.

Russia’s fall
Is what will end it,
If that hellish plan
Comes fully to remit.



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Putler’s ghost on screens —
Kremlin’s **** fuels ****** scenes.



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Don’t Shoot the Pianist — Don’t Kick the Propagandist

“Don’t shoot the pianist —
He plays the best he can.”


Don’t kick the propagandist —
That ******* lies as much as he can.
No law now stops the lies,
They get summons shoved on their plans.

The summons covers only themes
They’re told to “report” and spin.
How they report is free — but what —
They’re dumb beyond that bin.

What they must lie — they lie, with spice,
If skilled enough to add their flair.
No honor, heart, or truth in sight —
Just ****** who sell lies bare.

Before fascism, they crawl like worms,
And rake the cash that’s piled high.
But if you twist the dagger sharp,
Not all their *** wipes clean, no lie.



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Don’t blame the player, blame the game —
Propagandists spread lies and shame.



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Putler’s Debiloid Engineer

A debiloid, not plasmoid —
Primitive, crude design.
A lie on this freak will land —
Instant dull fascist decline.

Debiloid’s like amoeba —
Just to eat and spread its filth.
That’s why non-microbes here
Can **** these vile beings’ pith.

False-virus and warmongering —
Debiloid’s crushed by fear’s hand.
World’s madhouse in a frenzy —
You’re lost in this cursed land.



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Debiloid dumb, a fascist spawn —
Plague of lies and fear lives on.



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Mute

Being mute is not naive:
Like a worm, you’re born to grieve.
Such is fate for humankind —
So toss your words and peace of mind.

Who will grasp what burns inside?
Few will care or even try.
Most just live to chew and chew —
Worship food as gods would do.



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Worms don’t speak — they eat and crawl.
Words are trash to minds that stall.

Lawrence Hall, HSG
[email protected]

                For a Political Friend Who Politically Accused Me
            of Having My Apolitical Head in the Sand Politically


                     Our lives no longer feel ground under them

                           -Mandelstam, “The Stalin Epigram”


I have no illusions

I have no solutions

I have Mr. Biden and Mr. Trump

                    (And occasional basal cell carcinomas)

I can be silenced in fear

By their suicide sides

But I have a brain

                    (“…an ill-favoured thing, sir, but mine own.”)

And so to them

I am dangerous

If I am noticed at all

(On a line from Mandelstam - 'I have learned the science of parting')

There was so much we never did together,
places to go and visit hand in hand,
so much we could have learned about each other,
so many things to say before goodbye.

Nobody ever knew how much I suffered;
but by applying all the skills I'd learned
I always coped. My strategies were successful;
the ache of separation always eased.

So many times the same has happened to me,
but every time the pain returns anew.
Just as intense, although it's so familiar,
regret comes like a band around my heart.

Falling in love, each time's a new experience;
the same thing goes for learning how to part.