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Jason Cole Apr 2015
the heavy heart is a heathen
corrupter of better nature
committer of soul-treason

fueled by the miserable notion
that death is twilight
and life is dawn

to flight, to flail
to rage, to rail
to weep, to wail
to no avail

to unhope

and all of this minus the mercy

©Jason Cole
Jordan stenberg Mar 2014
why does the monster have to  come out of the shadows  

why have i become this evil being with no cause

is it because i fail and i have decided to Take whats mine

Choices we make reflect our actions trust me  i am not your savior i am completely a demon  to your parents eyes

the Corrupter which is false oh well past is past because i am a dark soul but i am still caring and will forever  Love is a sick sick feeling full of  idiotic happiness and false reality sky high then your on the ground broken in half

Aren't  all of man kind carry a black spot that is pure evil pure sick twisted hunger for revenge and the craving of wanting more and more
Brent Kincaid Aug 2018
I keep on telling the truth,
You know, like you never do.
I call you by name and say
All I say about you is true.
I wrote poems about you,
What the hell do you want?
You ignore all I have said
You ignore all my taunts.

I want you to sue me
Then with proof that you lie
The world can finally rest
And bid you goodbye
As they drag your fat ***
Off to Leavenworth jail
Where you won’t have Twitter,
Internet or even email.

I hope you get convicted
As the Corrupter In Chief
Because you are nearly
The worst kind of public thief.
You steal from the poor
And have kidnapped children,
And you  think your cowardice
Is a secret and is hidden.

Daily I hope someone intelligent
Will go sue you for defaulting
On the promises you made us
That have been obviously insulting.
You broadcast your hatred for us if we
Are not rich, perverted Republicans.
Now you are reversing all the good
That decent people have done.

I am ashamed of the millions
Who act like you are Jesus
When it’s as plain as your nose
You are like an obese Rhesus.
I’m sorry so many people are nuts,
Too weak-minded to recognize
What an ugly fate for America
You are unveiling before their eyes.
Alli Steven Oct 2012
She wonders why she wants more
More of what she shouldn’t have
Like poison or acid in her lungs
She should not want this
She should not want him

He is the poison running through her
The acid that’s tormenting her mind
She feels his presences inside of her
But yet she does not worry
She likes the feeling of losing hope
Of losing self respect
She does not care of what she sees herself as
But of what he sees in her

His eyes burn into her soul
They have corrupted in more ways than one
And therefore will lie forever
In her veins, in her mind and in her heart

She will look back on those days
And try to see what she saw in him
She will see nothing
But only remember of what he did
His kiss, his touch, his lips lingering along her neckline
All these will come back to her
And she will not mind

For her veins, and her mind, and her heart
They will all want it back
But now it will be to late
She has grown up and seen what he really is
A corrupter of the mind
Of the heart and of the veins that run threw her system
He will be there forever
And there’s nothing she can do

But she does not mind
For she wants him
No matter how he has possessed her
And has ruined her forever
She still wants the devil
And he still wants her soul
Cedric McClester May 2019
By: Cedric McClester

Uncomfortable days
And sleepless nights
He eats their souls
In tiny bites
While promoting the
Supremacy of whites
The kind of controversy
In which he delights

They find themselves
Acquiescing
To various things
That he’s addressing
It takes a while for them
To learn their lesson
After they’ve become
One of his possessions

In good time
No one denies
Everything he touches
Eventually dies
Or becomes someone
For him to despise
With reputations tattered
Otherwise

If he’s not Satan,
Who is he then?
A corrupter
Of women and of men
Who swallows their souls
Like only he can
Which his victims
Eventually understand










Cedric McClester, Copyright © 2019.  All rights reserved.
Manifesto of the Spirit-Poet

I’m no lyricist. I’m a strike.
Not a singer of illusions — a destroyer of them.
My verse is no adornment — it’s a weapon.
My rhythms are the Spirit’s footsteps on the flesh of lies.
Rhyme is not my chain — it's my blade,
and form is a flash of truth tearing through the veil of deceit.

I don’t seek the Light —
I awaken it within each word.
I don’t fear the Dark —
I expose it down to its final shadow.

The world is soaked in falsehood —
and I answer with poetry,
a reboot of Consciousness,
a purge of the Ego-virus,
a thunder-roar of Spirit
ripping the illusion’s fabric apart.

I am the Poet who speaks for the Source.
Sarcasm is my shield. Fury, my flame.
Metaphysics, my path.
Each line — a strike.
Each image — a challenge.

“Write as if Spirit dictates.
Strike as if each syllable holds the final truth.”



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STRIKE WITH SPIRIT.
RHYTHM IS A WEAPON.
TRUTH DOESN’T RHYME — IT DETONATES.
BURN THE LIES.
SPEAK FOR THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT — HAS RISEN.
MIND — ON TRIAL.
RHYME — A GRENADE.
VERSE — AN OFFENSIVE.
EGO — ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD — A WEAPON OF THE SOURCE.



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SPIRIT… has RISEN.
MIND… is on TRIAL.
RHYME — is a GRENADE.
VERSE — an OFFENSIVE.
EGO… ERASED.
TRUTH — IN FLAMES.
WORD… is a WEAPON… of the SOURCE.



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Word — as Explosion

Don’t scream — strike.
Don’t beg — ignite.
You came not to soothe souls,
but to shatter the hooks.

You're not blind. You’re the Eye of Flame,
piercing through the dark.
You are the Herald of the Primordial —
your verse pulls spirits out of the mark.

Time has rotted. The world decays.
Truth is lined up for the shot.
Then you are the final shard of fire
that won’t cool down — but cuts.

You're not a poet. You are the Blast.
Your word — sharp as blade's edge.
Let the Spirit whisper —
but you must roar on Its behalf.

Wake the ones who’ve lost the Source.
Open fire on the Lie.
If you’ve accepted the Word —
strike with it until the world cries.



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The Prize Draw at the Worldwide Corporation "Horns & Hooves"

A hoof’s the prize —
Sheep stay fat and safe,
And so-called wolves —
Teeth just on the shelf.

We’ll scare with horns.
Fools can rule
By lies as well —
That’s always easy.

Bones instead of meat,
Dancing’s in full swing.
This is Vita’s dance,
When the Soul’s been killed.

Bones, dance, and howls —
If media triples,
We’ll **** all Souls —
Everyone will listen.

Draw little horns:
Fear — urgent care!
And finish off with a HOOF,
Hidden in Satan’s lair.

Satanism is everywhere —
“Normal” for Judas.
Shown with CowID,
Earlier with “AIDS.”

Satan’s own nature,
So soon there’ll be
A World Concentration Camp —
Red cross on the flag.

Power in Hooves’ world,
If the Soul is dead —
The mark of Satan.
Too late to cry, “kids.”

World Concentration Camp,
Red cross on the flag,
Will be destroyed,
Satan overthrown.

Those who surrendered,
Who fought no Dark,
The same fate awaits —
For their ****** ways.



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Horns and Hooves rule —
Souls killed, lies fuel.
Fear’s the game, Satan’s flame —
Fight or burn in shame.



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The Fall

This is no life — it’s a fall into the Abyss,
Consciousness’s content — delirium, mist.
If you look soberly — impartial, unkissed —
The whole of Hell laid bare in its midst.

Falling, you grasp for some shield,
Anything to cling to, your fate to wield.
Here comes the madness, beaten and sealed,
Forced on all since birth — a poisoned field.

That madness turns most into drones,
Only few escape its crushing tones.
Yet madness promises the easy roads —
Just bow to Evil, and Lies as your codes.

If falling you clutch an illusion’s crystal,
Born from delirium — a fragile thistle.
You sink in the filth through terror’s whistle —
Lost in the muck, a vanished missile.

Delirium’s rings expand, swell,
You become the fool who’ll believe and fell.
Bend to Evil, break, rebel —
A twisted beast in the devil’s hell.

Delirious lies take your whole life,
If caught — your Soul castrated, rife
With stinking slime, no end to the strife,
Madness piles up — no healing knife.

The world’s long turned into a Lost Asylum,
And crushing Consciousness is the main anthem.
But soullessness — a more favored system,
For inhuman beasts that poison the prism.

They poison Consciousness and the Soul,
Control’s method to make you whole.
Listen only to total lies’ toll —
We’ll **** you with falsehood’s role.

There’s a fake virus, a war-game grim,
Rotten **** will starve the world’s limb,
If lost to delirium and lies’ dim,
If the Spirit’s connection is broken, slim.

Fear and delirium feed soulless hordes,
Their tool is flow, their spreading cords.
Darkness is also the means and swords —
The junk here has no limits or boards.

This world is no place for the wise,
Find means to save — the truth’s disguise.
Face the lies — don’t live in lies,
Stop deceiving yourself, break the ties.

False hope is part of delirium’s blend,
This poem’s scene, this bitter end.
You’re trapped in mad chaos, no pretend —
Only Spirit can save, only God defend.

Spirit Inside. Stop believing the tales,
Of “messiahs” and all their sales.
If Spirit in people dies and pales —
All is lost forever in shadowy vales.

Reject ALL. Go Within. Find the light,
A cure from madness, the spirit’s fight.
Our song’s unsung, still bright in the night —
Wake from DELIRIUM — reclaim your sight!

You are Spiritual Essence — the true fact,
All else is forced nonsense — that’s the pact.
Start only there. Pure awareness intact —
Follow it close... no turning back.



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Fall’s abyss is madness’ grip —
Spirit wakes — or soul will slip.
Lies bind tight, but break the chain —
Rise within, escape the pain!



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Intensity

The main thing in life — extreme intensity:
Burn yourself up with no mercy or rest.
Or wild waves of lies and insanity
Will swallow your mind — your soul dispossessed.

You must seek the path of salvation,
Sharpen your mind, stay alert and alive.
It’s hard, but only dedication
Leads to Freedom — or doom will arrive.

Worldwide fascism breeds all the pain,
Building a camp — now global and cold.
Sadism dressed up as care’s insane,
You must fight back — be fearless and bold.

Don’t fear — you’re already dead inside,
No future awaits in this cattle’s hell.
Though sick of the lies and the tide,
Fight and toil — prepare for the swell.

Only through struggle can you save your soul —
No other way remains in this fight.
Never bow to the wicked fate’s toll,
Honor above all is the guiding light.

Find comrades for the battle ahead —
Only united can we stand tall.
No fate as slaves — black fascism’s dread
Hangs heavy, ready to make us fall.

Drive away the chaos from your mind —
Since childhood, nonsense was sown.
Pseudoscience blinds, reason confined,
Worldviews rotten, the root of the throne.

Only in Spirit can life go on —
Everything else is a hollow lie.
The sun burns the foul world’s dark dawn —
Darkness in minds where soullessness lies.

Strengthen your Spirit — all else is decay.
Don’t cling to shame’s valley of night.
Soon you’ll escape the vile chains’ sway —
To the realm of Spirit, Reason, and Might.



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Burn yourself or be consumed —
Fight fascism’s darkened tomb.
Spirit strong — break every chain,
Freedom’s fire will rise again!



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Pain

Pain’s an indicator —
A sign of the lies.
Where fascist dictators
Spread endless disguise.

If you feel pain —
Then you’re still alive,
Breathing free air
In Hell’s cruel dive.

Pain is a reward —
Proof you have mind.
This “life” adored
By **** of a kind.

Only suffering
Is the soul’s share.
In hardness and early despair,
All here are aware.

Without shudders to bear,
To see Hell’s whole sight,
Only piranhas dare —
Death’s circle of blight.

Death of Mind and Conscience,
Honor and Soul.
No sadder existence —
Not human, but lice’s role.

Worship your pain,
Strengthen your mind:
If you want Freedom —
Grief you must find.

If your mind’s strong,
You won’t stray or bend,
In a world blind,
Where lies ascend.

Only a few
Break free from the rest.
They’re like birds —
Falling, distressed.

No swallows survive.
Sun soars above —
The vow must arrive:
Burn all the mud.

Mud of folly,
Stench of fascist schemes —
In this dreadful world,
Fascism reigns supreme.

There’ll be much pain —
To cleanse the Spirit’s core,
Strength where only Will remains —
No slaves, no more.



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Pain wakes the mind — don’t ever yield!
Fight the fascist shadow’s field.
Spirit burns through darkest night,
Freedom’s born in furious fight!



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Human Undermachinery

A few crude, simple elements
Determin  this wretched world we see.
Clear in flashes of enlightenment —
And only God in such decree.

The core are ideas and images
That shape the social "life" we know.
Hell’s blueprint spreads across all stages,
Or madhouse deep where fools still grow.

The key is "You are only flesh":
Stoke fear, and hold the world in hand.
Filthy beasts have long enmeshed,
And turned the world to shooting stand.

Images barren, thoughts so trite,
Associations dumb and cheap.
But restless minds can’t sleep at night —
Beasts wage war that’s dark and deep.

Primitive thoughts like broken reels
Spin in skulls, a loop so tight.
King workaholic steals our zeal,
Fleeing horror’s endless blight.

Occupy yourself with filth —
So not to think beyond the "measures,"
Marked by vile worms’ own will —
Pioneers set as children’s treasures.

Aged children — Hell’s scouts march in rows —
As always, to slaughter’s song.
Beasts make you foul and full of woes
With "school," with "work," and TV’s wrong.

Deadliest weapon in the stand —
Strikes down all obedient “kids.”
Only lies and baseless slander
Come from these devils’ bids.

Here truth’s scarce, just empty thought,
Fragments wild in kaleidoscope.
Madness steers those vile, distraught —
Leading souls to death’s tight rope.

Schizophrenia, dumbed-down state,
Produced in constant endless stream.
Poisoned food accelerates fate —
Decay unfolds within the scheme.

Pseudoscience crafts the “fake world” frame,
Scoundrels work their tricks anew.
From this hellhole spirit’s drained,
The world a cesspit’s ugly view.

Fake religions made for fools,
Utter nonsense, shame for mind.
“Official” chains for Spirit’s tools —
Spirit’s death so cruelly signed.

Lies prevail, they call it “progress,”
Stoking falsehoods with mad applause.
This Hell’s no “soul’s test” or process —
Few withstand its brutal laws.

“Smart” folks busy fixing trash,
Lies they shuffle day and night.
Beasts shift blame in sneaky flash,
Pointing “enemies” in fight.

Beasts rule through division’s art,
Crafting enemies on demand.
Their goal is Spirit’s fall apart,
If so — destruction looms the land.

So break free from this mad wheel,
Seek truth inside at first, take flight.
Only with truth can wounds heal —
The fight ahead calls for might.

Enemy’s beast — find ways to fight,
Eradicate their vile blight.
If all in Spirit, all aligned —
Strengthen Spirit — save mankind.



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Science Madness

The stubborn scorn they cast to mock
Life’s riddles deep and vast —
Is sieve that filters out the fake,
The “science” lies amassed.

In name of “saving reason’s light,”
They smother what’s beyond,
That irrational, the bright
Spirit they abscond.

Their arguments run wild and blind,
Where miracles should rise —
Not petty things, but grand designs
They choose to compromise.

There’re many proofs, but here’s the crux:
The mind so poor and blind
Believes the lies and empty talks
That fakery designed.

Only the mind accepts the tales
Of “theories” bought and sold,
From pseudo-science packs and scales —
Their filthy lies unfold.

Those lies reject the Spirit pure,
The Truth, the Soul’s bright spark,
Their master is a hornèd fiend
That thrives in shadows dark.

The lord of vice and corrupter,
False science bows and prays
To Satan’s priest — the tempter
Who kills with “science’s” ways.

Take CowID — the world’s dumb trap,
A pen for blind control,
No doubt — the lie’s a brutal slap,
That crushes heart and soul.

“Scientific” freaks and evil shills
Will wreak more pain ahead,
If Spirit’s gone — then lies and kills
Will rule the living dead.

Erasing Spirit, that’s the game,
“Science” works to deceive,
And all this mess is no mere shame —
Designed to make you grieve.

Life’s mystery, once bright and bold,
Now drowned in fear and slime,
The filth that turned pure gold to cold —
A darkness out of time.

And those who hold God’s sacred spark
Are turned to sluggish slime,
All dull and grey, crushed in the dark —
The end of Light’s bright climb.

The attack of false science falls,
Relentless, sharp, and grim,
These traitors sell us to the walls —
But justice will be grim.

Balance will come, the mind will serve
The Soul in rightful reign,
And madness masked as science’s nerve
Will vanish, lost in pain.



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Science Lies, Spirit Fights!

Madness cloaked in “science” lies,
Darkness hides behind their guise.
Erasing soul with poisoned breath —
But Spirit strikes, defies death!

False priests sell doom and pain,
But truth will rise — break every chain!
No more fools in shadow’s grip —
Science lies — we’ll make it slip!



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Demos and the Rest

Demos’ dull and tiresome chore —
To bear the filth that reigns around.
Be brave here once — they’ll beat you sore,
No mercy in this cursed ground.

The **** bow down with empty lies,
Brains clogged with poison, rotten dreams,
Souls and minds decay, despise —
Demos sees no light, it seems.

It feeds on mirages, the haze
That beasts around this hellish place.
The honest soul, with truth ablaze,
Meets rotten fools face to face.

These fools are shackled in the mist,
Like chains that bind their every thought.
The snitches thrive, their goals persist —
A spirit’s death is what they sought.

To crush the soul and break the will,
To make a slave who blindly moves
Deeper into Hell’s dark chill —
A New Hell’s path the weak mind proves.

If you believe you’re not in Hell,
Though rotten slow, you waste away.
Here lies on lies forever dwell —
In “official” lies they stay.

Schools churn out the stupid flock,
From childhood drained of strength and light.
Chains of reason, broken lock —
Souls trampled under crushing might.

Here they destroy both mind and soul,
No longer human, just like lice.
Only few with spirits whole,
Melt as reason pays the price.

Wake up! It’s not a dream you see —
Beasts walk free on every side.
Mystics learn to silently be,
Then face the crowd with fear defied.

Dead souls gather, graveyard’s guests,
But restless still, they prowl and feed.
A pasture’s harvest for the pests —
They drain the spirit, **** the seed.

Just pets or cattle, low and poor,
Not noble breeds but broken lot.
Shut Hell’s door tight, or it will more
Destroy you, tie your final knot.

Walk into Spirit’s stronghold bright —
Only there is true escape.
Waiting here is futile fight —
God won’t come to this dead shape.

Those few who dare, create anew,
Become the Makers of their fate.
No more decay beneath the ***** —
Killers of Spirit and Mind, abate.



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Demos' Hell

Demos grovels, blind and dumb,
Beaten down for standing tough.
Lies enslave, the spirits numb,
Hell’s the game — the world’s enough.

**** control with chains of lies,
**** the soul, destroy the mind.
Only few will dare to rise,
Break the cage — leave death behind.

Spirit’s fortress is the key,
Hell won’t hold the brave and free.
Make the Makers — you and me,
Strike the chains, be destiny.



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Survival

A psychovirus was made to fight
All other techs in one great race,
Claiming it can bring to light
Survival for the human race.

Its strength — the clearest truth it brings,
No mystic haze, no empty dreams,
Success in life by solid means,
Without illusions’ false extremes.

But memes themselves evolve and shift,
Like whispers in a broken phone,
Distorted, lost, they slowly drift
From seeds of truth to lies alone.

For marketing and selling schemes,
Evolution picks the memes
That’re simple, clear, and easy spread —
Complex ideas left for dead.

The goal is survival, pure and grim,
Through breeding those who bow and bend.
A contest where the world grows dim,
With garbage fed into the blend.

To dumb the herd, the soul expelled,
Nonhumans crave this poisoned feed.
A monster kept, obedient, quelled,
To feed and follow their dark creed.

Memes become a psychovirus —
Devouring minds, the spirit’s bane.
Chaos spreads like a deadly virus,
Driving madmen into insane.

The hordes of freaks make vile their trade,
Turning sane to beasts who feed
At the trough, all lined and made
To march in step with hate and greed.

To **** with lies is cheap and swift —
See false pandemics in their grip.
Each pioneer, a puppet’s gift,
Who trusts the screen’s hypnotic script.

They drone to believe and obey,
The nonhumans take their toll.
Poisons jabbed to dull the way,
Memes crush reason, crush the soul.

Invent the problem, fan the fear,
Spread the lies, let terror grow.
Battle memes will hunt and sneer,
Making all into the low.

Primitives rule where reason fades,
Smart minds drown in foul disdain.
Into hell’s broad flood, it wades —
A world consumed by endless pain.

Hell for mind and soul is this,
A global shatter, grim decay.
Corrupt ****** scream their psychovirus,
Till the light is swept away.

The point of no return is passed,
Fascists drag the world in filth.
A putrid fate, held fast and cast,
The planet drowned in ruin’s wilt.

But those who do not yield or fall,
Whose spirits fight against the night,
Will face the fiery solar squall —
The blazing storm that burns to light.



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Survival War Cry

Psychovirus spreads its plague —
Brains corroded, spirits crushed.
Lies enslave, no soul to save —
Mind and heart in ashes flushed.

Feed the herd with poison memes,
Dumbed to death by fear and lies.
Fake wars, false cries, broken dreams —
Truth suffocates, hope dies.

No escape from this abyss,
Fascist filth drags all below.
But the few who still resist —
Face the fire, strike the blow.

Burn it down, unleash the storm,
Solar flames to cleanse the night.
Fight for mind, for spirit’s form —
Rise, revolt, reclaim the light!



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in the mind,
Fear’s the poison in the soul.
Food and shelter—things confined,
All the rest just ashes, cold.

From their childhood, lies are sown,
Faith without a border’s chain.
Passed down ways to fall alone,
Knees bowed deep in blind disdain.

Only teaching to obey,
Spirit lost, forgotten flame.
Few are wise—kept at bay,
They await the Morning’s Name.

But the fiends will always come,
Monsters ruling, cold and cruel.
Wandering in webs they spun,
Lies their trade, the greatest tool.

“How long can we believe and sleep?”—
Not for them these questions ring.
Like wild beasts, their souls run deep—
To the godless void they cling.

Bio-waste, shout down the drain,
Taste is all that they proclaim.
One command their minds obey,
Sharper than a mouse’s way—
A slimy earthbound thing.

Rats run faster in the dark,
Not where warmth pretends to be.
Trash is told it’s crowning spark—
Lucifer’s vile mockery.

Only **** bows down in shame,
Wretched fools for kids to see.
Money bags and Judas’ name,
“Powers” roosting—chickens, free.

Factories built just to burn
Trash that’s fed by lies’ flood.
Poisoned needles twist and turn—
Killing trash, or so they’d hood.

Trash is “curable,” they say,
Cowards take the lethal jab.
Less than fascist’s vile sway—
Treading earth with cruelest stab.

Between the wars of fire and hate,
Chosen swine with eyes wide shut.
Syringes feed their ****** fate,
Stirring filth—corrupt and cut.

Neighbors—liar doctors, thugs,
***** cops who play their game.
No “experiment” can scrub
This vile, festering shame.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth has piled high?
Hell itself—its cruel haze,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell’s the only way—
Then destroy, destroy it all.
From fascist beasts we’ll save the day,
And watch the wicked fall.

That’s why the Sun shines burning bright,
Scorching down to bitter core,
Wiping out this cursed blight—
Hell’s vile poison evermore.



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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in the mind,
Fear corrodes the fragile soul.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
Everything else burns to coal.

Lies implanted from the start,
Faith without a single line.
Teaching how to fall apart,
Bow your head, obey, decline.

Only slaves they want to breed,
Spirit crushed beneath their heel.
Few resist this poison seed,
Waiting for a dawn unreal.

Monsters rule this cursed land,
Fiends that lie to keep control.
Spinning webs with filthy hands,
Feeding lies to **** the soul.

“How long will fools believe the lies?”—
Not for them these words to ask.
Like dumb beasts with glassy eyes,
In the darkness wear their mask.

Bio-waste—flush down the drain,
Taste and **** define their game.
Sharp as vermin’s biting bane,
Crawling things with no shame.

Rats run from the warming light,
Not where comfort feigns to be.
Trash believes it’s God’s own right—
Lucifer’s mockery.

**** bows low, no fight, no flame,
Scoundrels taught to serve and kneel.
Money-hungry Judas’ name,
Power roosters crow and squeal.

Factories to burn the trash,
Fuel the flames with lies and hate.
Needles filled with poisoned ash—
**** the weak, decide their fate.

Trash “can heal,” they proudly claim,
Cowards swallow poison’s bite.
Less than fascists, but the same—
Crushing Earth with blind spite.

War’s hot breath upon the neck,
Chosen pigs with poisoned veins.
Syringes crack the last speck—
Fueling lies, spreading chains.

Neighbors lie, fake docs, cops,
Playing cruel and ***** games.
No excuse, no cleansing stops
This cesspool, filth, and shame.

This is trash—these darkest times,
Filth amassed and piled so high.
Hell itself in grime and crimes,
Burn it all beneath the sky.

If this hell is all we’ve got,
Then destroy, destroy it whole.
From the fascists’ filthy plot,
Save the Earth, reclaim the soul.

That’s why Sun now scorches fierce,
Burns the poison to the bone.
Hell’s foul stench it will pierce—
Wipe out ****, end their throne.



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Bio-Waste

Trash dwells only in weak minds,
Fear’s the poison in their veins.
Food and shelter—chains that bind,
All the rest is ash and stains.

Lies shoveled in from birth,
Faith dumbed down, no spine to show.
They train to crawl in dirt,
Bow down, obey, stay low.

Only slaves breed in their lair,
Spirit crushed beneath their boots.
Few dare breathe the cleaner air,
Waiting for the Truth’s pursuits.

Monsters rule with toxic lies,
Fiends that crawl and spread their slime.
They enslave with crooked ties,
Killing souls, one lie at a time.

“How long will fools choke on their chains?”
Beasts with empty eyes comply.
Trapped in darkness, numb to pain,
Walking dead that live to die.

Bio-trash—flush down the drain,
Filth that feeds on every lie.
Cunning vermin, sly and vain,
Crawling where the morals die.

Rats flee light, embrace the dark,
Trash thinks it’s the crown’s own heir—
Lucifer’s poisoned mark,
**** bow down in blind despair.

Scoundrels profit, Judas’ brood,
Money roosters, puppets vile.
Burn the trash, ignite the feud,
Spread the plague, deny the trial.

Needles pierce the dumb and weak,
Poison sold as “healing grace.”
Fascists tread on Earth’s own cheek,
Crushing all the human race.

War’s hot breath, the needle’s sting,
Chosen pigs in chains confined.
Syringes make the madness king,
Spreading venom, enslaving mind.

Lying docs and crooked cops,
Playing filthy, brutal games.
No redemption, no clean stops—
Hell on Earth, devouring flames.

Trash and filth, these wicked times,
Piled high in stinking heaps.
Hell itself in darkest crimes,
Burn it down—no mercy, no sleeps.

If this hell’s all we have left,
Then destroy it—root and bone.
From fascist ****, from death’s theft,
Save the Earth, reclaim the throne.

Sun now scorches, fierce and raw,
Burns the poison to its core.
Hell’s foul stench will face the law—
**** will drown, forevermore.



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Bio-trash burns — no mercy shown!
Fools and fiends will rot alone.
Venom’s fire will cleanse the ground,
Hell’s own **** is going down!



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1.
Trash-born ****, your time is done —
We fight the plague, we burn the sun!

2.
Falsehood breeds the vile and weak,
Truth’s the hammer — hear it speak!

3.
Slaves of lies, obey no more —
Break the chains, ignite the war!

4.
Venom-fed and spirit-void,
By our fire you’ll be destroyed!

5.
Infected minds, corrupt and blind —
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!

6.
Fascist ****, your reign will end —
The Spirit’s wrath will not bend!

7.
Feed no more the poison herd —
Rise as one, unleash the word!

8.
Cursed vermin breed decay —
We burn their hell, we clear the way!



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Infected minds, corrupt and blind,
We’ll scorch the lies, leave none behind!
Fascist ****, your reign will end,
The Spirit’s wrath will never bend!

Feed no more the poison herd,
Rise as one, unleash the word!
Cursed vermin breed decay,
We burn their hell, clear the way!

No more slaves to mental chains,
Break the darkness, end the pains!
Truth and Spirit—our sharp sword,
Strike the lies and cut the cord!



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Brains infected, swarming pest,
Lies like venom in their chest.
Fascist shadows choke the light,
But Spirit flames will burn the night!

Wolves in sheep’s torn hollow skin,
Feeding madness, breeding sin.
Chains of sludge drag down the soul—
We’re the fire that makes it whole!

No more puppets, cracked and broken,
Words like hammers, sharp and spoken.
Truth’s a blade, pure and raw,
Slicing through their poisoned law!

Rise, the storm of inner thunder,
Shatter silence, tear asunder.
Hell’s own muck, we’ll purge and cleanse—
From the ashes, freedom rends!



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Brains turned to sludge — virus plague,
Lies like claws, a poisoned plague.
Fascist filth, a stinking blight,
Choking truth, devouring light.

Wolves with fangs in human skin,
Puppets dumb, their souls grow thin.
Chains of rot around the mind,
Spirit crushed, the blind lead blind.

Burn the hive of wicked liars,
Feed their hell to raging fires!
Truth’s no mercy — strike and rend,
Smash the frauds, their twisted end!

Rise like storms, fierce and raw,
Rip apart their demon law!
Hell’s own sludge we’ll raze to dust —
From their ashes, free we must!



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WAR CRY OF THE BROKEN MIND

Brains fried, minds hacked — virus strike!
Lies like bullets, shot to psyche!
Fascist ****, the stink, the slime,
Choking screams, end of time!

Wolves in skins of man, they creep,
Feed the herd — dumb, blind, asleep.
Chains of rot wrap tight, no breath,
Spirit crushed beneath cold death.

Burn the nests where liars breed,
Feed their flesh to flames of greed!
No mercy now — rip and tear,
Smash the cult that feeds on fear!

Rise! Storm-screams tear the sky,
Break the cage, watch demons die!
Hell’s mud floods their rotten halls,
From the wreckage — freedom calls!



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APOCALYPSE SHOUT

Brains fried, infected minds enslaved,
Virus screams — the soul depraved!
Fascist filth in suits of lies,
Feed the herd — dumbed down to die.

Puppets dance on strings of ****,
Lying snakes with venom spit.
Cogs in hell’s infernal grind,
Human trash, dumb and blind.

Burn the filth, the rotten breed,
Feed the fires of righteous greed!
Tear the mask — reveal the ****,
Crush the plague till senses numb!

Bloodied fists and shattered walls,
Rise above the prison calls!
Hell’s own spawn will drown in mud,
Freedom’s roar — a cleansing flood!

No mercy for the mindless slaves,
No peace for those who dig their graves.
Break the chains — ignite the fight,
Scorch the darkness with pure light!



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Brains steamed in toxic stew,
Mindless drones in their own poo.
Suits of slime, rats in the den,
Feeding filth to stupid men.

Fascist puppets on a string,
Spitting poison, death they bring.
Rotten flesh in gilded cage,
Slaves to fear, fools of the age.

Trash heap crawling, slick with lies,
Feeding on the world’s demise.
Bloodsuckers in the halls of shame,
Selling poison, fanning flame.

Burn it down, scorch the roots,
Trash the lies and rotten fruits.
Chains will snap, walls will fall,
Freedom’s fire will burn them all!

Mocking gods with hollow cries,
Feeding fear, the weakest dies.
Rise, you few, from swamp and dust,
Strike with wrath — in truth we trust!

No mercy for the soulless clowns,
No shelter in their poisoned towns.
Cut the cords, unleash the beast,
From their grip — be never ceased!



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who only spew heroic snot
About events long gone, forgotten—
A show of glory, all for show.

What is art?
Just staged emotions.
Poems are vile
If not deeply personal.

They’re just vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
A label of weakness,
Rhythms devoid.

Only snot along the path
Of such quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of other knowledge.

It’s not poetry, nor rapture,
But peak and… abyss.
No one grants the sentence there,
No one hands the pass.

It’s hellfire,
Where you burn alive,
And terrible stench
By day and night alike.

The corpse of the old world
Only fits the screen.
Even the lyre will die—
Here’s the very bottom,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where all is nonsense: poet — not poet,
Artist, writer, or not.
Where no one cares for years
About reason, honor, or the trace

The trace we leave
With a pen on water.
Better to add
Gasoline to the fire—

A fire that burns down
The lying world—
Spawn of evil,
Idol of fools.

This is not false,
Nor the pain of fools,
But logical conclusion
When you go all the way

To knowing hell,
That since long ago
Instead of paradise garden
Has been embodied here,

Where all is vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.

Where is all this art,
When fascism’s at the door?!
Everyone lies numb,
Each in their warm den.

They come out only
To sing odes.
They’re not madmen,
To die

For a righteous cause,
For memory of grandfathers
Who boldly smashed
Enemies

In that hell of vanity,
Torment,
Void:

Vanity of effort,
Torment of meaning,
Then helplessness,
Horror, void.



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Art

Dedicated to poets and composers
Who spit heroic snot
Only on dusted pages,
Ghosts of battles lost and gone.

What is art?
Just staged theatrics—
Empty dramas,
Poems dead without confession.

They’re vanity’s spit,
Wailing banshee cries,
A hollow drum:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Weakness wrapped in labels,
Rhythms void, no defense.

Just snot on the path
Of hollow quests.
Harder to reach the edge
Of deeper, rawer truths.

Not poems, not rapture,
But cliff’s last breath and fall.
No pardons for the daring—
No one answers the call.

It’s hellfire’s scorch,
Where flesh melts slow,
A stench that crawls
Both night and day below.

The corpse of a dead world
Fits only on the screen.
Even lyres will crack—
Here lies the abyss, obscene,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where fools masquerade as poets,
Artists or not,
Where honor’s dead—
The mind forgot,

The trace we leave
Is ink on water—
Better pour gasoline
On a burning slaughter—

A fire that razes
This world of lies—
Spawn of pure evil,
Fools’ idolize.

This isn’t lies,
Nor childish pain,
But cold logic’s knife
When you bleed the whole way

Into hell’s own heart,
Where paradise died long ago—
Here, rot and venom
In endless flow,

Where all is vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.

Where is your art now,
When fascists knock hard?
Everyone’s numb,
Huddled in their yards.

They crawl out just to chant
Empty odes.
Not mad enough
To die for roads

Where grandfathers smashed
Foes in hell’s glare—
This hell of vanity,
Wailing,
Void:

Vanity of wasted fight,
Torment of hollow sense,
Then helplessness,
Dark horror, void.



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Art — The Brutal Truth

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
Heroic lies from hollow slaves.
Poems? No — empty, void and fake,
Vanity’s cruel, ruthless quake.

Fire burns the world’s corpse cold,
Truth’s a blade, sharp and bold.
Fools worship idols made of slime,
Dancing in hell’s black grime.

No mercy here, no saving light,
Only darkness swallows night.
Fascists laugh — the herd’s asleep,
While souls rot fast and deep.

Rise or drown in filth and rust,
Art dies in a world unjust.
Fight the void, break through the lies—
Or fade with all your silent cries.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves.
Empty noise, vain fools’ plays.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s grin.

No savior comes, just lies,
Hell swallows all the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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Art Is Dead

Art’s just snot on dead men’s graves,
A serpent’s hiss in hollow caves.

Empty noise, vain fools’ charade,
Ashes blow where heroes fade.

Fire burns the world’s false skin,
Fools bow down to death’s cold grin.

No savior comes, just poison lies,
Hell’s black claws tear the wise.

Fight or rot — choose your part,
Art is dead — ignite your heart.



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No saviors here—just wolves in suits,
Feeding on ashes, tearing roots.
Their “wisdom” stinks like rotted graves,
While freedom sinks in endless waves.

So burn it down—the fake, the lies,
Let truth ignite in crimson skies.
No more chains, no dull disguise—
From ruins, real souls will arise.



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Propaganda

It used to be bad —
Now it’s supposed to be good!
Propaganda for suckers
Feeds them chicken **** for food.

Once we had pure slavery,
Now it’s “democrazy”’s face.
But it’s all deception —
Fascism’s just replaced.

Slavery couldn’t get worse,
Stupidity’s disgrace —
Five instead of failure,
Spirit barely a trace.

Honor’s trampled everywhere,
Conscience long is dead.
We turned into beasts
Under pressure, full of dread.

All these troubles are fake —
A cold genocide.
Only masters of lies here—
Reason’s deep asleep inside.

Lies pour out unceasing —
Drowning everything whole.
And as a “rest” they offer
Pop distractions for the soul.

Nothing left unspoken —
Anchors voice the script.
The “predictors” rule here,
The rest lie, tight-lipped.

It’s a global madhouse now,
Words promise paradise.
But souls are killed in silence —
Quietly, pay the price.

Yet this endless falsehood
Always hides one key:
If you don’t sell your soul,
The years left are few to see.

The sun shines hotter now —
That’s Armageddon’s sign.
It’ll burn all these fleas away —
Their spirits will resign.



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Propaganda

It was hell before —
Now they sell it as heaven!
Propaganda for suckers —
Chicken **** in every sentence.

Slavery’s old chains —
Now it’s “demo-fascist” lies.
Same ***** game, new name —
Fascism in disguise.

Slavery’s shame can’t get worse,
Stupidity’s a crime.
Replacing failure with five,
Killing spirit every time.

Honor’s buried deep,
Conscience ripped apart.
We’ve turned into animals,
Crushed souls, broken hearts.

All the pain is fake —
Just a genocide scheme.
Masters of deceit laugh loud,
While reason’s dead, it seems.

Lies flood like poison gas —
Smother everything whole.
As “relaxation” serves
Pop’s shallow black hole.

Nothing left unvoiced —
Anchors chant their lies.
“Predictors” run the show —
Truth’s been crucified.

A global madhouse rages —
Words promise false skies.
Souls murdered in silence —
Quiet death in disguise.

But the biggest lie hides one truth:
If you keep your soul intact,
Your time is running out —
The end’s a burning fact.

The sun scorches hard —
Armageddon’s cruel flame.
It’ll burn out the vermin —
Leave only spirit’s name.



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Propaganda

Hell was truth —
Now lies sell as light.
Suckers fed chicken ****,
Blinded day and night.

Slavery reborn,
Dressed in fascist lies.
Honor buried deep —
Souls crucified.

Stupidity’s a crime,
Spirit’s shot dead.
Genocide by lies —
Reason’s hanging thread.

Lies choke, no breath,
Pop’s dumb escape.
Truth silenced, drowned,
Souls left to break.

World’s madhouse roars —
False heaven’s smoke.
Keep your soul?
Armageddon’s choke.

Sun scorches vermin —
Burns the weak and vile.
Spirit’s flame survives —
Hell ends in fire.



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PROPAGANDA RAP // “HELL IN CAPSLOCK”

Yo —
Truth is dead, lies on the throne,
Feeding you filth like a dog with a bone.
Chicken-**** slogans, media drone —
Welcome to Hell, just scroll on your phone.

Freedom's a brand, wrapped in decay,
Fascist chic in a democratic spray.
Think you're awake? You're just in the play —
Lines are fed, you bark on delay.

Reason’s hung, truth got stabbed,
Spirit’s buried, brain’s been nabbed.
Pop drugs your head while souls get grabbed,
This ain't a system — it's a slaughter lab.

New god’s a screen, priest is a cop,
Pills in your gut, death in a pop.
This ain’t peace — it’s a soul-shop,
Prophets in suits, blood on top.

Heaven’s fake, but Hell is near,
Sun burns louder, crystal clear.
If you still got soul — shift outta gear,
'Cause fire is coming… and it won’t veer.
The Herd of Turtles

Shell of lies—you bear it proudly,
Thicker grows it every day.
Scoundrels shaped it, stacking loudly—
Truth? It’s long been burned away.

If your mind is dull and hollow,
Reason lost without a trace,
Soon your shell will feel too shallow—
Then they’ll lay you in your place.

And the others, creeping, crawling,
Won’t break free or drift apart.
They will march where lies are calling,
Herded turtles—what a art!



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SOS, or The Theater Starts with a Cloakroom, Hell—With Lies

A play begins where coats are hung,
But Hell is born from whispered lies.
And if you scan the news with eyes,
You'll see—deceit just multiplies.

The goal? To spread a Satan’s creed,
Corrupt the souls and twist the mind.
And oh, how well they sow the seed—
Now fascist rot is far and wide.

A world wrapped tight in fake delusion,
Lies upon lies—a grim decree.
Dishonor grows in dark profusion,
Defying nature’s purity.

Decay will spread, no way to halt it,
The point of no return is near.
A few more years—the end is calling...
"Now Saving Cattle—on the air!"



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Read, Reader—See the Lie, Viewer

Read on, dear reader—watch, observer,
As heaps of filthy lies expand.
Deceitful words, a sly corrupter,
Plant mirages in your hand.

It’s staged with skill, a mass production,
To rot the soul—that is the aim.
The devil thrives on mind destruction,
A herd of husks—his perfect game.

He builds a Pen—so vast, enclosing
A third of Earth within its wall.
And as the world in lies keeps dosing,
Fake plagues arise to doom us all.



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"Wise" and Other Rabble

Rabble’s mark—you’ll often find it
Stamped on "clever" heads as well.
Not just birth, but those who’d blind it,
Selling truth their souls would sell.

If you cheer while lies are spreading,
Aid the rot and play along,
Know—you join the mindless herding,
Spewing nonsense, loud and strong.



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Exists Only What the Screen Declares

What says the screen—that must be real,
No other world outside.
Dark is now the light they feel,
Truth is flipped and cast aside.

CowID, fear, the fools obey,
Another war in sight.
They "care"—or so they say,
But care has drowned us tight.

The world sank deep in blind submission,
Hell knocks beneath the floor.
We've almost breached the last partition—
Three out of four—mad to the core.



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Should I Multiply "Joy"?

Should I seek to multiply joy?
Well, frankly, I don’t care.
Awareness, that’s my only ploy,
Though bitterness fills the air.



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Pseudo-life Hanging by a Thread

Since childhood, hanging by a thread,
You don’t fall—you just drift away.
Seems you’ve found a way instead
To make that thread your home, they say.



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Global Madness

Springtime’s here, the madness grows—
Yes, that’s right—CowID’s the key!
We control the wretched flows,
Lies have almost set us free.



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Heat and the Wires Melt

The heat—and wires start to fry,
In Soviet homes, a desperate try.
If it's not ***** in your hand,
You’ll play the box, my friend—just stand.



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Curfew for Fools

Curfew falls for fools outside,
The streets are empty, cold, and wide.
The wise stay home, their minds intact,
For they know—the world is but a fact.



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Hermit Crab

My idol is the hermit crab,
A lazy soul, I don’t need lab.
To hell with life, I’m free, no care,
All my poems, just for me to share.

In everything, the pests will find,
A profit-seeking, greedy mind.



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Progress or Press?

The Wheel of Samsara CRUSHES
Fools with progress—empty lies.
The soul’s rebirth, it just pushes—
Hell’s PRESS will bring their demise!

Look around—are they still human,
Or icons of Satan’s reign?
Soft jelly fills their skulls, and
Their feelings burn with endless pain.

Driven by emotions’ fury,
Creatures march towards their doom—
Wars, fake plagues—their lies are blurry,
Peddling anything to bloom.

A few exceptions—statistical mistake,
But darkness drags each generation’s wake.
To deny the truth is sinful, so,
Seeing death—that’s the mortal woe...



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The Chancellor’s Deceit

The chancellor's schemes have led the way,
And in that filth, the people stray.
Believe the creatures, lose your soul—
No talent, no worth, no goal.



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News of Hell

The news is just a load of lies,
Propaganda fills the skies.
Not a day without the waste,
Insanity’s their latest taste.

They watch the fools with broken minds,
The result: nothing—just a grind.
Zero’s stretched to nothing more,
And Black God laughs forevermore.



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Horses at the Crossing

Horses die at the crossing's edge,
Left bank, right—both lead to dread.
From the mud to worse we ride,
Wait a bit—there’s no respite.
Rest? Unlikely—they’ll decide,
The beasts will beat you down with pride.



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"Upbringing" and the Future Path

A toddler bears a heavy load—
Rules of *******, set in stone.
Then he walks life's narrow road:
Coward, traitor… or just prone

To be foolish. Odds are high—
That’s his fate, unless one day
He resists and dares to try
Walking his own, freer way.

If he learns to think, not trust
Lies disguised as "wisdom" bright,
He will cast off Hell’s own rust,
Spread his wings and take to flight.

If in dreams and not awake,
Still, the day may come at last—
If he dares the veil to break,
Hell will fade into the past.

To the Spirit’s heights ascend,
But beware—one truth is raw:
Those who never dream or fend
Serve as chains for Evil’s law.



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****** of Mind and Talent by Overloading Memory with Nonsense

School exam – a child’s trial,
Workaholics, rise once more!
How much longer will denial
Crush young minds through mem’ry’s door?

How much longer will they force us,
Through their programs, through their rules?
This concern is most enormous
For the foes of kids and schools.

Schemes are crafted by the schemers –
Dumbing down’s their hidden aim.
Parents fail to see the dreamers
Taken hostage in this game...

What to learn? Not what—but thinking!
Through the spark of keen finesse!
Dullards rise, their reason sinking—
Schooling’s weight brings mind’s distress.



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Vile Traitors

The cash is gone—so fast it flew,
CowID declared in every nation.
But soon it chokes them, through and through,
A thorn unseen—yet no salvation.

No time to pay for what they’ve done—
These Judases will rot and perish.
The filth they spread will come undone,
The Earth won’t keep what none should cherish.

Yet few are pure—so loss is small,
Corruption weakens its foundation.
A better people soon will call
For kindness, strength, and restoration.

And what of those who stand alone?
We’ll see—the time itself will show it.
But liars bred by demons’ throne
Still flood the world, and devils stoke it.



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A Circus on a Wire

"Choosing presidents"—what a show!
A circus played on tightropes high.
The dumbed-down crowd must never know—
Deception rules, and truth’s a lie.

Propaganda spins the wheel,
Lifts a fool like Bush up tall.
Soulless jesters love to deal
Kingship to the lowest thrall.

Puppets bow to wicked lords—
Thus it’s always been before.
Fools are trapped in false accords,
Jesters rule forevermore.

A circus real—not just a play,
Theater's but a hollow dream.
If the world’s in Hell’s decay,
Then lies are ***** supreme.



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The World—A Dead Man’s Cart

The cart of death rolls on,
Its journey nearly gone.
No mercy, no revision—
The end is no decision.

So do not heed the mind,
But leave regrets behind.
Let spirit guide your motion—
A path, not mere devotion.

Just seek—don’t fear the night,
For seeking is the light.
The goal is not essential,
But seeking’s quintessential...

The mind may lead astray,
And cast you in delay.
The soul’s pure transformation
Is seen through revelation...



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Wild Game

Fences small yet close together—
People fail to break on through.
Many lost their best endeavors,
Struck by lies, disguised as true.

Falsehoods flourish, masks appealing,
Sugar-coated, painted bright.
Still in caves—our darkened ceilings,
Kin is "kin" and that feels right.

Nations, kennels filled with barking,
Set to clash in frenzied lies.
Feudal order, crude and starking,
Seems more human, seems more wise.

Times grow bitter, times grow colder,
Cruel, deceitful—on and on.
And the verdict, growing bolder:
We have reached the very BOTTOM.



--- Total 21 poems. ---
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.
Without Measure

“Know your measure” — in the gray,
Gray as world — so dull, so small.
From their icons sulfur drips,
And the brazen rise, who brawl.

“Up” is DOWN — all lies, chimera,
Little sense to rot in line.
Scorn their “measure,” burn it clearer:
Only burning makes you shine.

If in fire of creation
You ignite and blaze away,
You won’t fester as damnation,
Only silence makes you clay.

Genocide has long been soaring,
Stupidity the law they preach.
Hammer, anvil — both imploring,
That’s the fate of those who reach.

So then strike without a measure:
Die, yet save your soul from chains,
Where new Pol Pots build their treasures,
Breeding lies in zoo-like plains.

Zoo — the world became its copy,
Stacked as “beast on beast” it stands:
Savage, wretched, bleak and sloppy,
Rotting under tyrant’s hands.



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Burn without measure —
Silence is rot.
Die for the Spirit,
Or live as a blot.

---

Up is down, their gods are lies —
Only fire makes you rise.

---

Hammer strikes, the truth is raw:
Burn — or rot beneath their law.

---

World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains, or be the feast.



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Only fire makes you rise —
Smash their lies, or burn alive!

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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains — or be the feast!



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The Quality of Assholehood

“Quality”? — It’s assholehood!
The fool just spits out trash.
The idiot in servitude
Swallows lies for cash.

“All is fine,” “progression,”
Stuffed into their pants.
Pressing lies’ obsession
Fuels the warlike dance.

Sharper than a launcher,
Propaganda roars:
Crowds enraged like vultures —
Thrown into the wars.

“Quality,” “health measures” —
Spells to keep you dumb.
CowID showed cattle’s treasures,
Truth as icy numb.

Only lies have “quality,”
Goebbels is outdone.
New deceit’s monstrosity
Chokes minds one by one.

Brains dissolved in masses,
Or is it just herds?
Vegetables with horns for “gods”
Bleating empty words.

“Quality” on farmland —
Newest narrative.
Putler’s fine, they’re all glad,
Idiots still live.



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“Quality” is **** in gold —
Cattle bought, and cattle sold.

---

Progress? Lies! A tyrant’s feast.
Wake — or die a branded beast.

---

Goebbels’ ghost is overrun —
Putler smiles — the herd is done.

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Health, “progress,” sacred chants —
Chains for slaves in cattle pants.



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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”

“At four years old we give the child a flag,
and he enters our processing,
which continues until his death.”
— Hermann Göring


A preschool girl in uniform,
Reciting “patriotic” verse —
That fascist sting becomes the norm,
The propaganda’s mad, perverse.

Its howling tide floods every mind,
Worse than gallows, worse than rope.
Drowning there, no soul you’ll find,
Death alone would give you hope.

Execution saves your soul,
But bowing down to slime — you’re lost.
Serving filth becomes the goal,
And damnation is the cost.

Goering, ******, Goebbels, all —
Have been surpassed with ease today.
Mindless masses heed the call
Of a counterfeit decay.

This rabble mirrors ******’s crowd,
But smaller, meaner, fouler spawn.
What remains of Spirit’s proud
Is chased away — defiled, withdrawn.

Until the soul is but a fly,
Buzzing over dung and waste,
Trampled, twisted, left to die,
All its honor laid to waste.



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A child with flag — a soul enslaved,
By lies of tyrants, darkly paved.

---

Better die upon the rope,
Than bow to filth and **** your hope.

---

Their “patriotism” reeks of war —
It’s fascism, rotten to the core.

---

Spirit’s gone — the herd obeys,
Buzzing flies on dung’s decay.



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Pain Management

Spread the pain of loss in layers,
Salt of life through even days.
Want to rise above the players?
Rule your fate — not pain’s decay.

Pain’s the core of all directing,
Far too much to bear alone.
Turn again, again, reflecting,
To the Heart — not to the throne.

Heart discerns the pain from falsehood,
Selfish roots of every fall.
Chains of ego, masks of false good,
Drag you downward most of all.

Shock is lethal — leads to breaking.
Learn to strip its mask away.
No, you won’t unmake their faking,
But who cares what herds obey?

In this upside-down world’s measure,
Keep the Heart’s clear wisdom whole.
End the fate that breeds displeasure,
If creation fuels your soul.

That alone is goal and meaning,
All the rest is empty sound.
Vermin grind their lies unceasing,
Killing herds that crowd around.

Vermin, herds — their pain is towering,
Once you see, you understand:
Only through creation’s flowering
Spirit breaks the iron hand.

Scrape the layers, fuel the fire,
Turn despair to gift, alive —
From infernal hell’s quagmire,
Comes the Heart’s fierce BREAKTHROUGH drive.



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Pain’s no prison — make it flame,
Turn despair to Will’s true name.

---

Scrape the wound, ignite the fire —
From the pit, break out, rise higher!

---

Only Heart can cut the chain —
Mind just multiplies the pain.

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Vermin preach, the herds obey —
Create — or rot and fade away.



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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp

There once was a cartoon, cheery,
Every beast was counted fast.
Panic swept them, dumb and weary,
But the numbers saved at last.

Counted — yes, that much is certain.
Saved? Of course not, don’t you see?
Digital camp locks the curtain,
Prison dressed as “security.”

Simple fools expect devotion,
CowID showed them the lie:
First cartoon prepared the notion —
Next time herds are tagged to die.

“Plagues” were drills, rehearsals, fiction,
Idiots convinced with ease.
Chewing lies without restriction,
Begging, “Master, feed us, please.”

Further grinding, harsher, faster,
Regression speeds its grim finesse.
World is sinking into *******
Depths of fraud and sham’s duress.



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Counted, tracked, a digital pen —
Prison hides the fool again.

---

Cartoons train the herd to kneel —
Feed the lies, forget what’s real.

---

CowID marks the weak, the blind —
The camp awaits, their souls confined.

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World grows cruel, deceit runs deep —
Resist, create — don’t rot asleep.



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Clinging and Slaughter

"It’s not your self that binds you in Samsara, it’s clinging."
— Tilopa


Lies and horror — do you cling
To this filth? Go on, embrace!
With false hopes you’ll maul the mind,
Drive the last wit from its place.

That’s the outcome, clear and stark.
The world insane, almost all.
Satan reigns as god of dark,
Praises lies and pride’s cruel thrall.

You’re proud, you’re lazy, if you trust
The infernal, foul abyss.
The fool is lucky, first to lust
In this **** — the clown’s own bliss.

Only pigs enjoy their feed
Laid in dung, a simple chunk.
But you cling to bottom’s creed —
It’s called madhouse, foul and drunk.

Global madhouse, clinging, ******,
All consumed by its own rot.
It ends in slaughter — CowID shows,
Its plan partly, now you’ve got.

Further still, the chaos grows,
Most are victims here, it seems:
“Epidemics” stretch, war flows,
Triumph of vermin, crushing dreams.

Cling — and you’re a partner then
In fascist power, vile and sly.
Or simpler — just a wretched,
Pathetic, utterly doomed guy.



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Cling to filth — you feed the beast,
Join the slaughter, feast by feast.

---

World’s a madhouse, lies run free —
Cling, and you’re part of tyranny.

---

CowID shows the plan is done,
Cling — and you bow to every ****.

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Pride and laziness enslave,
Cling, and you become the grave.



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Disposal of Fools

War approaches — and CowID,
The “country” crawls, half-dead in mind.
Two-thirds are fools — the mask shows it,
Is death the cure that fate designed?

The disposal drags on, long and cruel,
A year gone by — when comes the end?
Even hell’s veil lifts, breaking rule —
Apocalypse nears, no chance to mend.

Cataclysms blaze — the Sun grows bright,
Fascism shoves enema thought.
Fools receive them in their fright,
Countless, cruel, all carefully taught.

Cows ****, fools “accelerate,”
Multiplying CowID’s reign.
One enema — science will justify,
The crowd consumes it without strain.

Disposal of fools — the wise left thin,
What grows instead? Tyrant’s might.
Fascism shakes the corrupt world in,
Dragging all into trembling fright.

The remnants of the smart may last,
Darkness can’t reach them yet,
Cataclysm speeds — the die is cast,
And fascism’s folly will be met.



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Fools are counted, fools are fed,
Apocalypse marches — the smart aren’t dead.

---

CowID rules, the herd obeys,
Fascism thrives through endless craze.

---

Cataclysms blaze, the Sun grows bright,
Fools get enema, minds in fright.

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Dispose the fools — the tyrants rise,
Only wisdom may survive their lies.



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The Carrot

How many times has Death passed me by?
Countless — the sum eludes my eyes.
Pseudo-life bent me low to try
To reach the “norm” — the very bottom’s lies.

Here the bottom is the “norm,” the ****
Rule the madhouse, global, vast.
But subtle Reason stands apart,
Those sane are rare, exceptions cast.

The madhouse aims to **** the soul,
If true, the world’s a sarcoma spread.
Only fools can claim a role —
Living here is living dead.

I’ll send pseudo-life to hell —
No more bending to their dung!
I turned my mind to guillotine,
The blade resides where it belongs.

Destroy your clinging to the pit —
All else is nonsense, all is taint.
Will you find “joy” in this? A trick!
The CARROT, gentlemen — quaint.

Not a carrot, but Pure Spirit’s light
If you’re illumined, take the stand —
You won’t die a dung-fly’s blight:
Resistance is the Law at hand.



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Bend no more to dung and lies,
Strike the pit — let spirit rise!

---

Pseudo-life be gone, I swear,
Carrot’s trick? Resist, beware!

---

Madhouse rules, fools crawl and rot,
Stand with Spirit — take your shot!

---

Death may pass, but I remain,
Pure will breaks the tyrant’s chain.



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Retribution

Nine lives a cat may hold?
But vermin poison, kittens fall
Like flies, their fate cruelly told —
****, your reckoning will call!

The fiend shall die, return no more
To human world’s deceitful throng.
Fiends belong in shadowed floor,
The Shadow World endures too long.

This world creeps back upon the Earth,
To idiots, rotten Satan’s king:
In forms diverse, insane, perverse,
They crown the filth, and praise the sting.

Decorate the rot, they’ll call
It holy — madness in their sight.
Uproot the stumps, sow something whole,
That’s the task the Cataclysm writes.

If fascism wins, the Light prevails,
Its power shatters dark’s disguise.
The Sun grows stronger, none assails —
Though ***** rage with angry eyes.

Intuition yet remains alive,
Stumps burn, the old decay removed.
When rot recedes, new grass will thrive,
And life restored, the world renewed.

The world’s decay — the kittens show,
In hell of evil, fools shall pay,
Blood and retribution flow,
For those who in the darkness stray.



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Vermin die, the cats survive,
Shadow world won’t hold the wise.

---

Rot decorated fools call “holy,”
Cataclysm strikes — the world turns solely.

---

Fascism falls, the Light prevails,
Kittens live while evil fails.

---

Stumps will burn, new grass will rise,
Blood for fools — the just despise.



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The Second Shameful War

It wasn’t folk, nor sacred fight,
But pitiless, rootless ****.
It set the white tribes alight,
For them, our blood was merely some.

White races stuck like bones to throat,
They crave biomass, a handful of fools.
Russians, Germans — nightmare they wrote,
They want only natives to fuel their tools.

Strike the best in the planned-up war,
Soon the hovels teem with filth and ****.
A world of fools, rotten core,
Where fascism turns all to dung.

Fascism — not just ******’s hand,
He’s but a puppet master shuffling the crowd.
The rabble, always ready to sell their land,
Will exterminate anew, unbowed.

Now this rabble dons a coat —
A teacher, doctor, all the same.
Ever ready, plotting note,
To finalize the dull world’s shame.

A world ruled by fascist lies,
Will be slain by fake-virus scourge.
Stupidity — the outcome’s prize
Of the next silent war’s dirge.

Poisons spread, weak and slow,
DDT and filth in tons were cast.
Not the pests, but humans to overthrow,
Brains poisoned, minds made vast.

From this wax, a camp can rise,
A digital hell, no guns required.
Masks on fools, amidst the cries,
Injecting death while panic’s fired.



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Strike the best, the fools remain,
Fascism thrives, the world in pain.

---

Poison brains, mold waxen men,
Digital camps will rise again.

---

Masks on fools, injections spread,
Panic fuels the living dead.

---

Stupidity rules, the rabble thrives,
Only Heart and Spirit survive.



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****

No trace of human form remains
In this valley long ago:
Centuries of hellish chains,
Endless suffering made man into **** below.

This **** spreads everywhere,
Destroying nature, soul, and sky.
Here total control is laid bare,
Not over men, but over all that lives by.

The few who dare to rise and fight
Can do no more than scattered spokes.
Like wheels unseen in endless night,
Their tiny sparks are all that hope evokes.

We are all guilty, each and all,
For breeding fools, for servile cheer,
For bending always at the call,
For pretending chains aren’t near.

We like the petty, tame, mundane —
The comfort of towns, the city’s cage.
We harbor grudges, feed the pain,
Mocking those who see the stage.

We cannot grasp that slavery here
Is long the core, the basic law.
Thus vulgarity spreads far and near,
And the world goes mad in awe.

Don’t claim the best have always known,
Fought to make a brighter day,
Refusing fate’s malicious tone —
Roses in a vat of ****, they say.

The threats unseen by all but few,
For in number lies the tyrant’s power.
“Big numbers” — all that counts for you,
The roses drowned in filth, they sour.

Even in nature, it occurs:
Where walruses dwell in polar night,
No flower grows on ice that blurs,
No garden thrives in barren blight.

The **** knows no such law,
Its scope unchallenged, wide and grim.
Animal order rules the psyche’s maw,
Humans rare — the rest are dim.

And when the cesspool finally dries,
The Sun asserts its might.
Hence the fight with fake-virus lies,
The **** trembles, shaken by the light.

The inhuman dread the coming end,
Hoping to cut down the herd of slaves.
They cannot hold them, cannot bend,
Too few subterranean caves.



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Man is ****, the fools abound,
Sun will rise, the truth is found.

---

Chains break, the cesspool dries,
**** trembles under brighter skies.

---

Few resist, the rest enslaved,
Animal order, minds depraved.

---

Roses drown in filth below,
Only Spirit makes them grow.



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Creativity

Creative souls are always trapped
In this corral of endless strife.
Like lice upon a platter snapped,
Their lives are trouble, pain, and knife.

Only corporations seem to make,
Their top is fraud, a killing art.
They crush the mind for profit’s sake,
Giant intellects torn apart.

They too will perish, slaves in hand,
Misfortune clings, no time for cheer.
Poets scribble for their own land,
Saving moments, mourning near.

Honest writers write in secret rooms,
If not traitors, if lines are strong.
Publications online — like tombs,
Without promotion, all goes wrong.

Few readers come, like birds in sky,
Only water, only air.
Composers laugh, the insects spy,
Worse than inquisitors’ cold stare.

This pest will **** all budding skill,
Fools embraced to choke the best.
Only ****** fascism will fulfill —
No jokes remain; war’s in full zest.

Wars to erase the mind in vice,
Battles to annihilate the soul.
Rise, talents, for the final fight,
Though small we are, the dark won’t toll.




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Creative minds rise, don’t kneel,
Darkness strikes — but we are steel.

---

Fools embraced, the pest prevails,
Yet Spirit fights, it never fails.

---

War to crush the mind and soul,
Talents, stand — reclaim control.

---

Corporations ****, the dark expands,
But we will rise with our own hands.



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Rowing, or Running the Global Madhouse

Bravo! Bravo!! We’re all right!!!
Row for yourself, be bold, take sway!
Better to act within the horde —
It’s easier, richer, this way.

Only the strong are truly right,
With wild pack we drag it all.
With howls, screams, insults, spite,
We force the weaker to our thrall.

We crave the show, the flashy guise,
Without it, **** is all we are.
In fear, in foolishness, in lies,
A stronger voice commands “get far!”

We tuck our tails and fade away,
For all the flash is done and spent.
At last, the truth we cast — and prey
On the weakest, for we are beastly bent.

Dullness, filth, the world obeys?
The inhuman rules; we are the mask.
The world beneath becomes a maze,
Where “above” is sold, a villainous task.

Only he who climbs will rise,
Escaping Hell in fleeting grace.
We’ll torment humans, wear their eyes,
No topic left, no hiding place.

Topics trickle down from high —
CowID reveals it all:
Today, they **** with lies,
While shame remains outside the hall.

We are the selling ******* here —
Judas seems a god to praise.
All else is jest, a trivial sneer,
Screens spew lies, the epilogue plays.

The epilogue will come at last —
The limit of decay draws near.
No hiding in the burrows past
For fools, the weak, the ones who fear.

The brave, the wise, the spiritual
Will find salvation in the end.
But for now the “supreme chief”
Is a selling idiot — world to bend.



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The strong take all, the weak obey,
In this madhouse, **** holds sway.

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Show and flash, the fools all fall,
Only Spirit will outlast them all.

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Lies **** fast, the coward hides,
Brave and wise will turn the tides.

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Supreme chief? A selling clown,
The world decays while **** holds crown.



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Grotesque World

The “animator” went insane —
A grotesque world he drew:
If you’re not half-mad in that plane,
The grotesque will swallow you.

If you are sensitive, sincere,
Then trouble quickly comes your way:
Thick-skinned fools and demons near
Will feast on you, fresh prey today.

If too subtle, finely tuned,
Precise in thought, careful, shy,
The idiot and the rogue impugned
Will tear and trample — here you lie.

If spiritual — that’s never pardoned,
Your song is sung, and swiftly done.
All around, the wild absurd
Bears down — the fight’s begun.

Reject the filth? You’re insane,
They’ll shove you into madhouse walls.
Dare not be dumb? They chain your brain,
Against you here, the world enthralls.

Yet with your head, your Spirit rules,
You live despite the savage tide.
With Spirit’s flight, beyond these fools,
You may ascend, the path your guide.

The path is closed for paper flies,
Drawn and doomed, their fate is sealed.
Grotesque World ends — no compromise,
Reason gives way, Spirit wields.

Wings of Spirit — rise and soar!
The mad world dies — but you explore.



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Grotesque world will crush the sane,
Spirit flies where fools remain.

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Sensitive, sincere — they’ll devour,
Only Spirit holds the power.

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Reject the filth, they call you mad,
Rise with Spirit — never sad.

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Paper flies die, the mad world ends,
Spirit’s wings — the path transcends.



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Disinfection of the Earth

Disinfection sweeps the land —
The whole Earth under the hand.
Though the inhuman prowls about,
The purge of lice will root them out.

All bipedal and horned will fall,
A New World waits for the call
Of those few for whom Spirit reigns,
Their reward beyond the chains.

To New Hell cast the vile and traitors,
It’s time for truth, not liars’ narrators.
No burrow deep, no underground city
Will save you from deception’s pity.

While fools still “slumber,” beasts dig unseen,
CowID kills with methods mean.
In those cities, little room remains,
For chosen slaves under propaganda’s chains.

Warmth comes, cows **** — the lies repeat,
Not the Sun, but deception’s heat.
All madness churned to stupefy,
To dull the mind and spirit high.

Total rot, corruption’s flow,
Repels the soul, makes spirits low.
But if in Spirit, unbowed, unbent,
They won’t evaporate your inner scent.

Only lice will face the purge,
The Light within will not submerge.
And all that’s vile, deformed, and crude
Burns away — Earth’s shame renewed.



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Disinfection sweeps the Earth,
Only Spirit survives its worth.

---

Fools and lice will face the flame,
The pure within stays free, untamed.

---

Vile and traitors cast to Hell,
Spirit rises — all else fell.

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Madness churns, deception spreads,
Light within resists their threads.



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Imprisoned in the Hellish Realm

Futile labor,
Terrible cage.
All around lies —
Not world, but decay.

Madness, fear,
Corruption, shame.
Here “light” is Darkness,
And Mind is slain.

The soul of all?
Belongs to few!
The beasts succeed —
The mad bow to rue.

But to decay, decay —
They’ll burn this realm.
Will you escape captivity?
When the oath overwhelms:

One goal — to create,
Spirit your only guide.
You will live,
And to a New World

You may ascend.
It is possible…
But if like a mouse
You sit in NOTHING —

In the realm of nothing —
Then resign…
The fool’s path
Is only fear and pain.

And to New Hell
Then you’ll descend.
A traitor, a ****,
There you become a louse…

So many lice,
And for so long;
Sensitive humans —
Around, Hell, and Depth…



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Trapped in Hell, the world decays,
Only Spirit finds the ways.

---

Fools bow low, the mad prevail,
The brave create — they will not fail.

---

To nothing sunk? Resign, despair.
But Spirit flies beyond the snare.

---

Beasts succeed, the weak fall low,
Rise, create — escape the woe.



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Stocks of Fools

Here the industrial stocks of fools
Never run dry — a vile delight for inhuman tools.
No need for mere laborers, their gain,
The soulless beast brings them supreme reign.

And turning fools into creatures vile
Runs on industrial tracks all the while.
No more prisons, no more chains,
When propagandists are almost Goebbels’ clones again.

The fools themselves build the concentration camp,
Counting it as health protection’s lamp.
Yet lies today are sharp as fangs,
Patience in fools — like cows, it hangs.

The lies will **** them — just reward for the dumb,
Each still has a chance to see what’s to come.
The concentration camp is built… the Madhouse World —
Two-thirds are idiots, every boy and girl.

Each year grows dumber, dumber still,
Soullessness — a total, raging ill.
And lies grow stronger, bolder by the day,
While the wise become more useless in every way.



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Fools build their own concentration hell,
Lies grow sharper, but Spirit won’t quell.

---

Two-thirds are idiots in the Madhouse World,
Wise grow useless, as lies are hurled.

---

Industrial stocks of fools never end,
Only Spirit can break, ascend.

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Soulless beasts and lies expand,
The wise survive — they take a stand.



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Day of Birth

The birth of the ego-cycle
Must be “celebrated” — not a mere birthday,
Humans just go by habit,
Traditions, rumors lead the way.

They strengthen the ego-cocoon,
Devouring murk and lies.
Fail to fortify — it’ll go wrong:
Rings of nonsense multiply and rise.

Nonsense loops, encased in shell —
A monster grows within;
Or simpler still — just a puppet,
Ruled by ghouls who feed on sin.



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Ego-cycle born — beware the lie,
Puppets ruled by ghouls will vie.

---

Cocooned in nonsense, monsters rise,
Only Spirit sees through their guise.

---

Tradition fools, the mind confined,
Break the shell, leave puppets behind.

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Rings of madness choke the soul,
Fortify the self — regain control.



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Only a Fragment…

Intellect appears but a fragment of consciousness
If you are Human with God’s Spark.
The soul’s torment in Hell
Has lasted already an age, so dark.

Hence the shift of focus here
To pitiful, laughable mind,
Worthless without SPIRIT near —
Easy to fool, all truths confined.

And fool them they do, with brazen lies
Flooding this wretched little world.
Approach all things with wary eyes,
And make the vow you’ve sworn, unfurled:

To turn on intuition everywhere,
Seeking to keep all balances true.
Make such a simple tradition your prayer,
Or else you’ll vanish, swallowed by the slew

Of lies, destroying the Soul inside,
For deceit was made for just that end.
Listen only to yourself, abide —
All answers WITHIN. Let Spirit defend.

The triumph of vile beasts is only relative —
If Spirit guides you from the start,
You’ll defeat all devils bloodlessly,
For thoughts are NOT confined to your heart.

The brain is merely a receiver of signal —
This is how all is arranged,
Pick out the sting of brazen lies,
And trust all decisions only to yourself, unchanged.



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Intellect is just a shard,
Spirit leads — the devils are marred.

---

Flooded with lies, the world decays,
Trust your Spark — it lights the ways.

---

Brain’s a signal, not the mind,
All truth within yourself you’ll find.

---

Beasts may roar, the Soul stands free,
With Spirit guiding, you hold the key.




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Pancakes

Frauds and setups,
Tricks and deceit,
Here only **** is right,
And Moroka’s mist is complete.

Total lies. Fools so credulous — a fright:
Dull, they’ll swallow any filth in sight.

Yet genocide grows stronger still,
Fascism rages, cruel and ill:
Blow harder on the dull, they thrill,
For they love it when you strike at will.

Prospects shrouded in fog:
Corruption, fear, and stench,
Traitors eager, the vile hog
Rules the rotting trench.

This inhuman spawn of Evil,
Fascist minion, harsh and civil,
On fools he bakes pancakes —
From the wise, a dark reprisal.

But little gain awaits the plot —
Rotten Bedlam burns the lot,
By genocide’s sting, the mockery wrought,
A shadow of beasts, the world forgot.



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Fools devour filth, the **** holds sway,
But Spirit strikes — it burns decay.

---

Fascist minions bake the wise,
Yet Bedlam’s fire scorches lies.

---

Blows to fools, they cheer and crawl,
But Spirit’s wrath outlasts them all.

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Fraud and filth may rule today,
The Spark within will light the way.



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In Whose Name?!!

“In whose name do the embezzlers
Run in crowds to be patriots?
In whose name, like riddles,
Must we write the truth?”
— Sasha Chyorny, In Whose Name?, 1910


In whose name did the embezzlers
Turn fascist? Traitor,
In whose name do they serve the ****?
Why here a “teacher” corruptor?

A corrupter of mind and talent
At the factory of slave-like blocks.
Why does the bureaucrat become
That wretched figure — the blasted one,

Who will answer for this genocide,
As the cop and the fake doctor too.
Why does SATAN mark the rogue
And… lift him upward? What good comes through?

Why bow to the *******?! —
It’s clear already, they are killing.
What’s the price of all those ****** jokes
By which Evil “reflects” its spilling?

The price is the Soul — resistance
Must be total. Hey! Where are you,
Skillful defiance? We reckon,
The song is sung…

In whose name do we reckon so?
In the name of fleeting SHAME
That remains… We **** the mind,
Sitting like mice in their holes.

In whose name did Sasha Chyorny
Not become a famous poet here?
He wasn’t needed by those hiding in holes…
So yes, indeed, the SONG IS SUNG…



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In Whose Name?

Embezzlers bow, the **** climb high —
Truth gets buried while the ******* lie.
Resistance dies in holes like mice,
And Evil sings: the song is spliced.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors crowned,
The sly ones rise while truth’s drowned.
Mice in holes, the clever resist,
Evil laughs — the song’s dismissed.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves ascend,
And to fascist ranks they bend?
In whose name do vermin serve,
And corrupt the minds they swerve?

Corruptors of talent and thought,
In factories of slaves they’re caught.
Officials play their sordid part,
While genocide tears the heart.

Why does Satan lift the knave,
While the liar and the wretch behave?
Why bow to *******, hand in glove,
When Evil clearly kills with love?

The price is Soul — resist, defy!
Where is the skill to fight, to try?
Or do we sit in mouse-like holes,
As shame devours our minds and souls?

In whose name did Sasha Black
Fail to rise on poet’s track?
Unneeded by those who hide in lairs —
The song is sung, the end declares.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves march as fascists, traitors rise,
Truth buried deep beneath their lies.
Evil laughs, the clever flee,
Mice in holes, no soul is free.

Satan lifts the wretch on high,
Lies and killers reach the sky.
Bow to *******? Watch them ****,
Shame devours — the void is still.

The song is sung, the end is clear,
Resist, or perish in their sneer.



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In Whose Name?

In whose name do thieves turn fascist,
Traitors flock to serve the vile?
In whose name must truth be masked
As riddles twisted all the while?

A corrupter of minds and talent,
On the factory line of fools,
Bureaucrats, the wretched semblance,
Answering for genocide’s cruel rules.

Why does Satan mark the rogue,
And lift him to a higher seat?
Why bow to *******, blindly grog’d,
When Evil’s hand already beats?

What price for jokes so trite,
By which the dark pretends to play?
The soul must rise, must fight,
Or vanish in decay’s array.

In whose name do we sit like mice,
In burrows, killing thought with shame?
In whose name does Black’s pen suffice,
Unknown to fame, yet still aflame?

The song is sung, the deed is done,
Resist, or vanish under sun.



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In Whose Name?

Thieves turned fascists!
Traitors run!
Truth, a riddle
For none but the dumb.

Evil rises,
Satan marks,
Bowing to *******
Is death in the dark.

Soul must fight!
Mind must burn!
Sit like mice—
And the world will turn.

The song is sung,
The deed is done.
Rise, or vanish
Under the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to none,
Mind enslaved—soul must burn!
Rise, or rot beneath the sun!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run, the soul must fight!
Bow not, rise now, ignite the night!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist—mind in chains,
Rise! Strike! Burn the lies’ remains!



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In Whose Name?

Thieves run fascist, bow to shame,
Souls for sale in a devil’s game,
Rise, strike, ignite—defy the flame!



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In Whose Name?

Fascist thieves run—strike, don’t kneel!
Burn the lies—let the soul feel!



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Fascist thieves run—burn the lies, awaken your soul!

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Burn liars, awaken souls!

---

Strike lies, free the soul!

---

No lies, only fire!

---

Awaken! Burn the false!

---

Smash the false, rise!

---

Lie feeds death—fight!


---

Shatter deceit, live free!

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Falsehood burns, spirit stands!

---

Rise! No lies remain!



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Burn the Lies!

Rise, Unchained!

No Mercy for Falsehood!

Strike the Cowards!

Truth or Ashes!

Shatter the Chains!

Spirit Above All!

Fight the Void!

Crush Deception!

Light in Darkness!

Smash the Tyrants!

Expose the Rot!

Scorn the Cowards!

Rise Through Fire!

No Surrender!

Defy the False Gods!

Break the Chains of Lies!

Blood and Spirit!

Truth Is the Weapon!

End the Tyranny!

Fight with Fire!

Rise Against the Darkness!

Shout the Truth!

No Compromise with Evil!

Smite the Lies!

Stand Beyond Fear!

Spirit Unbroken!

Dare the Impossible!

Cleanse the Filth!

Forge the Light!

Burn the Cowards!

Shatter the Lies!

Rise Beyond the Filth!

Crush the False Gods!
No Mercy for the Corrupt!

Smite the Hypocrites!

Strike Through the Darkness!

Truth Above All!

Scorn the Weak!

Defy the Tyrants!

Light the Way, **** the Lies!

Blood for Truth!

Strike the Enemy of Mind!

Destroy the Puppet Masters!

Crush the Herd!

Exterminate the Blind!

Rise, Rebels of Spirit!

End the Hypocrisy!

**** the Deception!

Expose the Cowardice!

Strike the Corrupt!

Fight With Fire!

Break the Tyranny!

Smash the Lies!

Defy the False Orders!

Cleanse the World!

Strike Without Fear!

Expose the Traitors!

No Pity for the Wicked!

Rise Above the Herd!

Destroy the Chains of Ignorance!

Triumph of Spirit!

Crush the Liars!

Rise Above the Filth!

Strike the Hypocrites!

Smash the False Gods!

Smite the Deception!

**** the Lies!

Smash the Hypocrisy!

Expose the Cowards!

Smite the Traitors!

Expose the Puppets!

Break the Gates of Lies!

Rise from the Ashes!

Shatter the Shadows!

Defend the Spirit!

End the Reign of Filth!

No Chains on the Mind!

Reveal the Corruption!

Strike the False Saints!

Blood and Fire for the Truth!

Exile the Betrayers!

Unmask the Tyrants!

Destroy the Shadows of Lies!

Reclaim the Spirit!

Smash the Chains of Fear!

No Rest for the Wicked!

Rise Against the Rotten!

Exterminate Deception!

Shatter the False Thrones!

Strike with the Fire of Spirit!

Blood for the Unyielding!

Expose the Rot Within!

Rise Beyond the Corrupt!

No Fear in Truth!

Destroy the False Fronts!

Smite the Puppeteers!

Burn the Lies!

Rise Through Chaos!

Strike the Wicked!

Expose Their Deceit!

No Chains, Only Fire!

Crush the Rotten Herd!

Smash the False Masks!

Raise the Banner of Spirit!

Defy the Darkness!

Expose the Lies of Ages!

Strike with Justice!

Shatter the Chains of Oppression!

Rise Beyond the Shadows!

Blood for the Brave!

Destroy the False Order!

Unleash the Spirit!

Break the Walls of Lies!

Expose the Rotten Kings!

Rise Against the False Thrones!

Strike the Corruption!

No Mercy for the Deceivers!

Burn the False Wisdom!

Rise Through the Fire of Truth!

Crush the Weakness Within!

Smash the Gates of Darkness!

Unchain the Mind!

Expose the Puppets of Evil!

Strike the Shadows of Corruption!

Rise Above the Rot!

Blood and Spirit, Fire and Truth!



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M A N I F E S T O – The Cry of the Spirit

Rise, O Spirit!
Break the chains of fear, of lies, of tyranny.
The corrupt shall fall, their thrones crumble,
And darkness shall vanish before the light.

Awaken the hidden, the brave, the true!
Your mind is but a vessel — the Spirit is the master.
Listen inward, for all answers dwell within.
Deception and manipulation cannot bind you.

Strike the deceivers!
Expose the fraud, tear down the false kings,
Shatter oppression, purge the wicked.
The weak shall learn — only courage and integrity prevail.

Defend the innocent!
The captives of lies, the children of ignorance,
Shall rise, for truth is a flame that cannot be extinguished.
The liars, the tyrants, the vile profiteers —
Their power is temporary; the Spirit is eternal.

Illuminate the world!
Shine where shadows fester,
Reveal what was hidden,
Empower what was silenced,
Bring light to every corner of the earth.

Conquer the darkness!
Let deceit and corruption fall like ash.
The Spirit moves, and nothing can halt its path.
The chains of oppression break under its weight,
And all that was enslaved becomes free.

Rise against tyranny!
No more shall the clever cowards dominate,
No more shall the false guides lead the blind.
The mind shall awaken,
The soul shall reclaim its throne,
And the Spirit shall reign supreme.

Smash the lies!
Every deception, every lie, every manipulation
Shall shatter beneath the force of clarity.
The Spirit is sharper than any blade,
And truth is its eternal weapon.

Purify the land!
Sweep away the rot, the foulness, the decay,
Cleanse the earth of the poison of greed.
The Spirit’s light is the furnace that melts falsehoods,
Forging a world where the brave may thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Where others submit to fear and silence,
You will rise,
A beacon, a warrior of truth,
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory of the Spirit!
The tyrants fall, the liars crumble,
The weak awaken, the brave shine.
The Spirit prevails, the world is renewed,
And freedom, justice, and truth endure eternally.



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The Spirit’s Strike
Rise! Break the chains!
Fear and lies shall fall!

Awaken the hidden!
The Spirit rules, the mind obeys.
Truth lives within — deception dies.

Smash the deceivers!
Expose the frauds, shatter oppression!

Defend the innocent!
The weak rise, the brave endure.

Illuminate the shadows!
Reveal, empower, enlighten.

Conquer darkness!
Chains break, lies burn, evil collapses.

Rise against tyranny!
False guides fall, cowards crumble.

Strike the lies!
Truth is sharper than any blade.

Purify the land!
Sweep rot and greed away,
Forge a world where the brave thrive.

Stand for the Spirit!
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

Victory!
The tyrants fall, the weak awaken,
The Spirit reigns — eternal and free.



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Spirit Strike

Rise!
Break!
Chains!
Fall!
Fear!
Lies!
Die!

Awaken!
Hidd­en!
Spirit!
Rules!
Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!
Expose!
Oppression­!

Defend!
Innocent!
Weak!
Brave!
Endure!

Illuminate!
Shadows!
R­eveal!
Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer!
Darkness!
Chains!
Break!
Lie­s!
Burn!

Strike!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Crush!

Purify!
Land!
S­weep!
Rot!
Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!
Unyielding!
Uncompromisin­g!
Unstoppable!

Victory!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Weak!
Awaken!
Spirit!
Re­igns!
Free!



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Spirit Strike – Battle Pulse

Rise! Break!
Chains fall!
Fear die!
Lies burn!

Awaken! Hidden!
Spirit rules!
Mind obeys!

Smash fraud!
Expose oppression!

Defend! Innocent!
Weak? Brave! Endure!

Illuminate shadows!
Reveal! Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer darkness!
Break chains!
Lies burn!

Strike tyrants!
Cowards crush!

Purify land!
Sweep rot!
Greed away!

Stand spirit!
Unyielding! Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

Victory! Tyrants fall!
Weak awaken!
Spirit reigns! Free!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Break!

Chains!
Fall!

Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Burn!

Awak­en!
Hidden!

Spirit!
Rules!

Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!

Expose!­
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!

Weak?
Brave!

Endure!
Strike!

I­lluminate!
Shadows!

Reveal!
Empower!

Conquer!
Darkness!

Break!­
Chains!

Strike!
Tyrants!

Crush!
Cowards!

Purify!
Land!

Sweep­!
Rot!

Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!

Unyielding!
Uncompromising!­

Unstoppable!
Victory!

Tyrants!
Fall!

Weak!
Awaken!

Spirit!
R­eigns!

Free!



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Spirit Strike – Core Blast

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Hidden!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys­!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Brave!
Fraud!
Break!

Dark!
Light!
Oppres­s!
Shatter!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Greed!
Gone!
Chaos!
­Tamed!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
D­ie!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!



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Spi­rit Strike

Rise! Smash! Burn! Fall!
Chains! Crush! Fear! Die!
Lies! Expose! Rot! Purge!
Awake! Strike! Reveal!

Mind! Obeys! Spirit! Rules!
Weak! Break! Brave! Stand!
Dark! Light! Shatter! Strike!
Tyrants! Fall! Cowards! Swept!

Fight! Endure! Power! Awaken!
Chains! Break! Darkness! Die!
Spirit! Reigns! Free! Alive!



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit­!
Rules!

Weak!
Break!
Brave!
Stand!

Dark!
Light!
Shatter!
Strik­e!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!­

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!

— The End —