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Mike T Minehan Apr 2013
I like a whole lip-smacking smorgasbord of words,
such as preposterous and scrumptious,
sumptuous and curious,
roiling, rambunctious and trumpeting,
priapic, satyric and seraphic,
satyriasis and mimesis. Now this mimesis is the imitative
representation of nature and behavior in art and literature,
which is a pretentious way of trying to say what us writers do.
But hey, we don't just mimic things,
we can be sagacious and salacious, too.
Accordingly, I also like *******, which has a liquid sound,
and I'm not being facetious to suggest that
******* has a close connection to callipygous.
Then, for those who are suspicious of the libidinous,
I also like curmudgeonly and bodacious,
loquacious, precocious and pulchritudinous,
lubricious and fugacious,
scripturient, radiance, iridescence and magnificence,
lissome, lithe and languid (but not too limp),
shimmering and diaphanous, effulgent and evanescent,
flamboyant, fandango and flibbertigibbet,
(although this is difficult to say when you’re drunk),
voluptuous and vertiginous, slithery, **** and glistening.
And when I include crepuscular, strumpet and strawberry,
I may as well add whipped cream
as well, because this can be laid on in dollops,
and dollops is really an excellent word
along with slurping and *******, too.
Actually, I'm very flexible about words,
because in my lexicon, low moaning noises are OK, too.
These sounds come from the chord of creation
which is a sort of reverberation from the time of
primordial ooze, which I would like to squish between my toes.
Then there's protozoa, spermatozoa and also
wriggling flagella everywhere. So there.
But words don't even need to make sense,
because sweet nothings can say everything,
and heavy breathing can be ******,
even rhapsodic, ending in delirium.
Titillating should be in here too, because we all need
some tintinnabulation and tickling of the senses sometimes.
I've also decided that fecund is my second favorite word after love.
Fecund sounds abrupt, but it buds magnificently
in ******* and bellies to burgeon in absolute abundance,
everywhere. This brings me to *******, which I like, too.
I'm also partial to proud words, including bold, bulging and
brazen, along with a bit of swaggering braggadocio.
Then I like some big words, like brobdingnagian,
although I hope I'm not sesquipedalian.
Salivate is a word to celebrate as well,
along with onomatopoeia that helps choose some words here.
Drooling is highly evocative, too,
and it's not being provocative to observe that
even weapons drool when they're in the wrong hands.
And I shouldn't leave out *******, as you would expect,
because ****** is a sort of rippling word
that rhymes with spasm. Both sound deceptively simple,
but by golly, they can be intensely gripping.
And really, it's alright to writhe to this occasion
because all of us writers should endeavor
to have some good writhing in our oeuvre.
Even some bad writhing can be lots of fun, too.
But I almost forgot to mention yearning and burning (with desire)
and vulviform, velvet and venerous.
Yippee, yee har and hollerin' along with other exclamations
of exhortatory exuberance should be in this index, too.
Now. The words I don’t like include no, can’t, never,
stop and mustn’t. Also, irascible and intractable,
unmentionable, ineffable, inexpressible, incoherent,
immutable, impotent and impossible.
Then I don't like importune and misfortune,
and I don't know who thought up unthinkable,
because this is an oxymoron.
Inscrutable is also a complete cop out,
especially when there's no such word as scrutable.
Gawping, gaping, cavernous and cretinous, obsequious,
grovelling, pursed lips, circuitous,
obfuscation and isolation, unpalatable,
cruelty, tyranny and hypocrisy,
should also get the heave-**.
And I definitely don't like parsimonious and mendicant,
which are miserable words.
Quitting doesn't get there either,
and shut the **** up and ******* should also be taboo.
Also, hopeless is, really, well, it's hopeless
because it denies hope, and hope is buoyant and boundless.
I mean, sometimes hope is all we have.
But the word I dislike most is ****,
because this is an insulting word, and
to be taxonomical,
the negative score of this word is astronomical.
Hate is also right up there on this list. Hate is abominable
because it tries to destroy love, and love is indomitable.
Indomitable
is the
mightiest
word
of them all.
Yeah. So there.

Mike T Minehan
II felt good after writing this - it was a bit like purging the personal dictionary in my head. I think all of us could write our own list...
Social Network, droll and at times informative: keeping me in tune with out of tune people. Except, this time you did something different. This time you took a life from my web of friends a trend of late: One loss to cancer, one to a fatal accident, another to pneumonia, and the rest deceased from overdoses. It’s been so many that the track marks are beginning to show across my veiny webs, long black thin trails leading to round puncture wounds where the touch of cold steel kissed your skin, stroked your hair back, and slowly laid you to bed exactly where you sat. This network doesn't show me the nights you cry curled in the corner, it doesn't reveal the moment when the ocean came crashing into the Steel Pier you are, tearing away lumps of mangled frame work from beneath, soaking brine and rattling support beams that you depend on. A smile instead manages to froth along the pages scrolled like white curled lapping shorelines pushing foam further up the sandy coast with each eroding wave.  Now I stand in the wave of your wake; among seagulls flapping their dense thoughts and cretinous like minds and memories each vouching for the validity of their affirmations about the soul whose body is now center stage like a porcelain doll on a shelf to be displayed and examined exposed to all with each and every flaw highlighted so that they can have a chance at reciting her history, origins, funny moments, and fatal mistakes. The difference here is that there is no makers mark; there is no branded tag, no little black book of logs from which we can pull and decipher or recall every waking moment of your life. The reality is that for those of us who lost touch with you all that we know now is only history or what we thought we knew. It’s such *******, I’m not a historian, I really was your friend back then, but because of that I don’t remember ****, just the frame of the picture within, the shell of who you were, of what we did. I can tell you it was fun: the Bacardi filled Gatorade bottles, the sound of your laughter diluted in an intoxicating environment of rollerblades on the rink-floor, contemporary music and house beats reverberating against the circling congregation of equally happy and inebriated teenage youths. But how could I ever describe you today, who you were when you passed. That is not something I can claim as some of these birds squawk. Your social posts were a false facade. Obviously there was something I missed, what was it. Was it so subtle? So much like a light breeze fluttering at the thin frayed thread of a seam that I could have seen but didn't care enough to realize it was there. Were you just a tumbling leaf among a forest of fresh autumn arrivals lost in the vastness, one among millions? It pains me to admit that as much as I would have liked to have been a friend to you during your dark times, I too was in a dark place of my own and in turn was deaf and blind to the billowing smoke signals that tried to underline and emphasize the sorry plights of others. I wish you could have told your story yourself, could have left a memoir of the ****** up thoughts that zipped through behind your eyes while you filtered the layers of **** served in white paper bags that this world seems to dish up like a fast food chain of heartbreak and deep ruts, while every so often rewarding us with a mistakenly placed toy or salad to “make up” for the rest of the empty calories served. I've tried so long to be an optimist, to look at the glass half full, but that glass is shattered on the floor right now, I broke it. My life hasn't been easy, not many people’s lives are and that’s life, I understand that much. If it isn't raining it’s snowing, if it isn't snowing it’s hailing, and if there isn't any precipitation it’s either hot or cold as hell and you have to fight through it to make it to the next day. I’m taking the shoes I wear now off so I can step on that pile of excrement they call a glass half full, half empty. Give me the pain, it hurts and the tears burn as they roll down my cheeks while I stare at this half a cent card with your face on it and some mass produced poem on the back listening to the ******* eulogy mutterings of everyone around me, but I want that. I would take this shuttering pain, this volcano of discharged emotions erupting from the shaking core of my body. I would take it any day over the numbness that is ******. Wasn't your child a life raft? Wasn't he the duck it or **** it of your life? Had you not a fiancé to whom which you could have rested your beaten structure on? Did you not have an array of support, a field of pile driven beams to share the weight in it all? Or was it a mistake? Was it a fault of somebody else that provided you with the birthday batch of ******? When you blew out the candles and smiled behind the thin line of adumbrating smoke that sketched out the soul behind your eyes did you think to yourself, today will be the celebration and cessation of my birthday; a bitter sweet memory for all who know me: on this day she was both born and deceased. Today she began to live and learned of death. I will never have the answers for the many who continue to fade into the credits of their dismal painful lives, but I will never stop trying to understand and I will never learn to forget or let go. This blood in my veins detest the cold steel rush that so many of you have tasted, that so many of you ran to when no one was listening, when no one was looking, when no one could comprehend you anymore and the only languages you spoke were procured from endless nights on the cushioned wooden floor as you drifted off among the silver linen clouds, as you left this body on earth and spoke with angels perched over the smoke stack that overlooked the back-lit-keyboard of lights that was your city, your town, your home while the strand of rubber slowly fell from your arm. We couldn't hear you, and those **** angels seem to weave such a pretty tale sometimes when you forget that you are speaking to your own deceitful mind. I will learn that language, I will look for those signs, I will place a candle on the sill beckoning every friend of mine to come and share with me in person. Let me reach into that white bag and see what is inside, I’ll eat whatever you pull out whether they are empty calories or not, preservative filled fries cold or hot. You are my friends and Social Networks are a lie, just a wall to hide behind, an occasionally droll and informative medium, until you die and then there is nothing left to pretend to say or be.
Big Virge Nov 2020
Well It’s Clear That We’re Letting...
A WHOLE LOAD of CRETINS... !!!
  
Cause Folk To Be FRETTING...
About... MONEY GETTING...
And... VIRUS INFECTIONS... !!!

NO Names Will I Mention... !!!
Cos’ They Need FORGETTING... !!!

As Well As... DETENTION... !!!

So That They Get To STRESSING... !!!
When... VIOLENT Cretins... !!!

Get Down To Progressing...
To Leaving THEM SWEATING... !!!

Because of The STRESSES...
THESE CRETINOUS Heads...
Be Giving Like... Feds’...
Whose Cretins FEED DEATH !!!

Through KNEES And Bullets... !?!

But Yet Try To DEFEND... ?!?
Themselves Due To FRIENDS... !?!
Who Are Those Who Preside...
Over Them During Trials...
Where CRETINOUS LIES...

Are Those That DENY...
Letting Justice SEE LIGHT... !!!

But Let Me Just Say...
That Cretinous Traits... !!!

I Speak of In... THIS...
Are NOT Those STUPID... !!!

These Ones Are WICKED... !!!

And Yes Tend To Be RICH...
Or In FACT Are... WEALTHY... !!!

And Come From FAMILIES...
Whose CRETINOUS Deeds...
Have EMBRACED SLAVERY... !!!

And The Use of MONEY...
To... CONTROL The Psyches...
of Those Who CAN’T SEE...

... BEYOND Vanity... !!!
And Material Greed... !!!

That CAN’T Possibly Feed...
... HEALTHY Mentalities... !!!!

Where Cretinous Thinking...
Is Quickly Left SINKING... !!!!

BEFORE All These Cretins...
Become Known As LEGENDS...

Because They SHOULDN'T Be...
Who Our Young People See...
As Being... WORTHY...
of... ANYTHING More...
Than Subjects For Vetting... !!!

In... NEW Thought Collections...
Where People Are Getting...
Directions LESS Stressing... !!!

That... Enable CONNECTION...
That’ll Be MORE PROGRESSIVE...

Than Current Selections... !!!
Whose Presence Is SENSELESS
And Now Quite UPSETTING... !!!

Because It’s Now CLEAR...
That They’re The WORST Type of...

...... “ CRETINS “...... !!!!!
We really do seem to have a lot of them in very influential positions, who clearly need dismissing !
Anonymous Apr 2014
Her tiny fingers
Commanded I live
And subsequent requests
Engendered her worldwide knowledge.

I am something
Times many somethings
And she is me
Cubed to the power of three.

My wayward wants and casual lusts
Taught her young of all the usual haunts
She would keep me in line
For a goodly time
But soon liquor and women would e'er undo me.

In deepest woe I'd approach
My young charge at her worst
Consume all throwables
Yet hug her tightly to my chest.

And toward my Mom I'd quake
Without even a choice to make
I'd offer some symptom of obeisance
Even as she waved off the cretinous.

My young love would
Magically invoke the same
And before I knew it
I was grovelling at my mother's grave.
Julian Jun 2023
THE CARAPACE OF EQUANIMITY IS AN EQUIPOISE BETWEEN THE PARALLAX OF URANOPLASTY GAINSAYING AGAINST BALDERDASH OF BALBRIGGAN ASYLUM THAT MIGHT NEVER COWER TO LEGERDEMAIN THAT THE COAGULATION OF SPONTANEOUS HATRED NEVER DEFILES A MAN BEYOND HIS MEASURE SUCH THAT THE EFFLORESCENCE OF MOTIVATION IS A DRIZZLED DWIZZEN ON THE CURGLAFF OF TOMORROWS REGRET WRENCHED BY THE BONNYCLABBER OF RATHERIPE VENGEANCE BY SOUNDBYTE MENDICANT TATTERMEDALIONS OF SENTINEL CERTAINTY IN A WORLD PULLULATING WITH THE CURMUDGEONS OF GERMANE RHADAMANTHINE NEGLECT COUNTERMANDED BY THE INSIDIOUS RAGDOLL PILLORY OF RADICALISM BECOMING TOO SHALLOW TO FATHOM AND BEYOND DEPTHS OF GRAVITAS INCURRED UPON LARGESSE PROTENSIVE IN NEBBICH IRONY BECAUSE OF NETTLESOME NOISOME NEPIONIC NOMOGENY OF ULTERIOR TRENCHANT RANCOR THAT RECIDIVISM PROMOTES TO SOLDIER THEIR WAY DOWN THE SASHAY OF INTOLERANCE REDOUBLED IN INGEMINATED FESTOONS OF GRAVID PRIMIPARAS OF THE JOCKO JOBBERNOWL KALIMKARI JOGGLE OF SVEDBERG BEYOND DELIMITATIONS OF IMPROMPTU SPONTANEITY FORGOTTEN BY THE MAGNANIMITY OF TIME AS A MISTETCH OF MISCALCULATION FOMENTED BY APIKOROS SWEEDLING CAJOLING REMARKS OFFHAND AND IMPERILED BY THE SKERRY AND SKELDER OF IMPORTUNATE GLAIKERY REMANDED AND REPUDIATED BY THE WEIGHAGE OF STEVEDORES MUST THEY RELENT IN THE PURSUIT OF AVARICE BY THE AVENUES OF IVORRIDE BECAUSE OF INTENSIVE SCRUTINY WALLOPED BY LUGUBRIOUS HAUNTS OF JACKALS WANDERING THROUGH HAPPENSTANCE RADICALISM THAT PRETENDS ITS AFFRONTS ARE ANY LESS PALATABLE IN THEIR BALKANIZED NEUTRALITY THE WAYSPAY OF BLUEPETERS OF BLUNGE OF ORTHOPTEROLOGY BECAUSE OF ORCHIDACEOUS LIES OF MENDACILOQUENT PATRONAGE OF FILIGREES OF RAMPARTS OF INDUSTRIAL SABOTAGE INCURRED BUT ALWAYS DENATURED BY  THE SONDAGE OF THE SEDERUNT AGAINST SECODONT SAMIZDAT OF TAGHAIRM BECAUSE OF THE MAUDLIN GRAVES OF GRANNARIES OVERTHROWN BY COCARDENS DESTINED FOR FRUITION BUT NEVER NONCHALANT IN DOCIMASY ULTERIOR TO DEVASTATION. IN THE GRAVIMETRICAL DISDAIN OF EISOPTROPHOBIA COUNTERMANDED BY IMPERATIVE NARCISSISM MANY ARE STRANDED INSULAR BY THEIR OWN FRICTIONS WITH ABRASIVE JINGOISM THAT STRADDLES THE NOVANTIQUE OF LAVEERS OF PIRATES OF SAFETY AND HARBOR IN THE IMAGINATION OF THE HAUNTING PHANTOMS OF HEADLESS HORSEMEN PRISOPTOMETRY BECAUSE OF THE SENTIMENTALISM OF LURID TRAVESTY EXACERBATED BY CONTUMACIOUS CONTUMELY HIGHLIGHTED BY THE RANCOR AND JALOUSIE OF RAREFIED STELLAR RETICULATIONS OF CONSTELLATED CONGEALED JEALOUSY FESTOONING LUKEWARM POLITICS OF THROMBOSIS BECAUSE OF GRAFT BECOMING INSUPERABLE IN ITS CHARMING FACADES OF WHIGGARCHY BUT ALWAYS DEMERITED BY THE ILLUMINATION OF HAPPENSTANCE GLORIFIED IN CENTRIPETAL MOONSHOT CORDIALITY THAT BECOMES THE UNIFIED BRIDGE AMONG PEOPLE UNITED IN THE SOLIDARITY OF STRATHSPEY AND SPATHODEA ALIKE THAT WE MIGHT BE UNITED AS A FRATERNITY BOUNDLESS IN ASPIRATION BUT BOUNDED BY A FINITE TRUTH AGAINST A FINITISM OF FIDEICIDE BECAUSE OF RAMSHACKLE BOLAR BOLTROPES OF CALVOUS DISREGARD BY THE CARRACKS OF INTIMIDATED RAZZMATAZZ AGAINST MOMENTARY HEFT IN HERCULEAN EFFORTS MODERNIZED BY THE RALTENTION OF THE FILIGREES OF UNIFIED FRONTS AGAINST THE MATRIOTIC DECLENSION OF THE SHILLS THAT SPARE THE SEDERUNT OF SENNET MIGHT THEY FIND THEMSELVES CULPABLE FOR NEGLIGENT FORESIGHT OF APATHETIC REMAND BECAUSE OF ARBOREAL TAUNTS OF RAREFACTION IN REGRET AGAINST MALEFACTORS THAT TRY SEEDY BOWERIES OF NOTORIETY MIGHT THEY INCUR ONLY THE CREDIBILITY OF DISBELIEF BECAUSE OF THE INCREDULITY OF THE BURDEN ON THE PUBLIC TOLL OF IMAGINATIVE STRAIN THAT GOD PROVES HIMSELF AXIOMATIC ABOVE ALL LEVIATHANS OF HERCULEAN PROMETHEAN FULGURANT RAMPARTS OF RAMPAGE IN STAMPEDE TOWARDS FRENZY BECAUSE OF LITTORAL SALVAGE AND TOWERING IMPERIUM THAT EXISTS AN INSULAR PRESTIGE ABOVE A CARCASS OF JAWHOLES SINKING IN QUANDARY RATHER THAN POISED IN RESOLUTE RESOLVE TO EXACT THE QUAGMIRE INTO THE LORE OF THE HEROIC CHAMPIONS OF TRAGIC HEROINES MAINLINED BY THE BEATIFICATION OF "PERPETUAL INDULGENCE" CONTRARY TO THE VOLITION OF GOD AND THE PERMANENCE OF MOTIVATED ENTELECHY AGAINST THE VAIN IDEAS OF AUTOSOTERISM BECAUSE WITH RAPIDFIRE INGRATIATION ONLY TO THE ATTUNEMENT OF THE SATINET TO THE NOMOGRAPHY OF PRESENT MASTERS ENRICHED BY CONSTELLATED VICISSITUDE SOARING WITH GEOCARPY IN KOBOLD RESENTMENT OF SVEDBERG JOGGLES OF SEISMIC TERRAIN OF LIABILITY, STRAIN AND TORQUE OF NAIVETY ROTATED AROUND THE AXIS OF THE SHADOWS OF THE GREATER MIND ABOVE THE SUBLIME MAJESTY OF CAESAPROPISM BEYOND MERIT WE FIND THAT THE SATURNALIA OF PREFIGURED PEDERASTY THAT REMAINS DEFIANT OF THE LURCH OF TRIAGE AND THE DELIMITATIONS OF PATAPHYSICS MIGHT WE LAMBASTE THE LAMBENT DISTRACTIONS OF THOSE THAT DEFILE SACRED TEMPLES WITH INCIDENTAL SABOTAGE BECAUSE OF ULMACEOUS RETENTION AND LATRINES OF THE WASTRELS OFFENDED BY EVERY OFFHAND SLEIGHT BY THE LEGERDEMAIN OF CONGEALED HATRED SUCH THAT THE NOYADE SINKS THE JAWHOLE EBRIECTION OF VANGERMYTES TO ENSURE THAT VENAL HARPRICKS AGAINST EVEN MORE VILLAINOUS CAUSES OF VENALITY UNBRIDLED MIGHT APPALL RATHER THAN ASTOUND THE COMMON ATHENAEUM SUCH THAT SCHOLASTITUDE IN CELERITY CAN COMBUSTIBLY REFORM HUMANE SOCIETIES AROUND "WHAT YOU SAID ON PAPER" POLITICS THAT VOUCHSAFES THE MINORITARIAN CAUSES OF OUTRAGE BUT NEVER FULMINATES THE FULIGINOUS GIMCRACKS OF THUNDERING OUTRAGE SERENADED BY PROVINCIAL APPLAUSE BECAUSE STATESMANSHIP BECOMES THE HARBINGER OF ALL CORRODED DESTINY LEAPING AND LEAPFROGGING ABOVE THE WEIGHAGE OF STEVEDORES OPERATING RUBEFACTION AND RUDENTURE IN CONTRARY STRIDES OF THE CHAMOIS BECAUSE WE BECOME THE CENTRIPETAL OMPHALISM OF AVIATORS BOUND BY GOLDEN GOOSE PREROGATIVES BECAUSE OF THE STRAIN AND STRIDOR OF MAGNANIMITY THAT ALL FERVOR AND FUROR CAN WITHSTAND THE FAINTER ILLUSION FOR THE BROADER BRONTEUM OF GOD'S MAJESTIC KINGDOM ILLUMINATED UPON THE EARTH BEYOND THE SCRY OF MAGICAL PRETENTIONS SUCH THAT A REDINTEGRATED AGE OF NEVER A TOTEMIC HUMANISM BUT ALWAYS AN ABDERVINE MERIT MIGHT BECOME A TEDIUM WITHSTOOD BUT ALWAYS BROOKED WITH A DELICACY OF AFFECTION TO NIMIETY THAT STARTLES THE CLOCKWORK MACHINATION AT MACH SPEEDS AND BROADSIDES OF BARMCLOTH WITHERING IN THE RESOLVE OF OPPRESSION ONLY BECAUSE MULIEBRITY IS WIDOWED BY ITS OWN DECLENSION SUCH THAT THE SADDLE OF THE TIMESPUN MIGHT ALWAYS GRAVITATE THE OMPHALISM OF THE SINECURE SUCH THAT ALL GENTILITY OPERATES BY THE RIGORS OF ELEMENTARY LOGIC ROTUND IN THE PATAPHYSICS OF ETERNAL REGARD BY THE HISTRINKAGE OF THE BRACKISH CONTUMELY IN YARNWINDLE RESCINDED AS AN ARTIFACT OF DIMINUTIVE STATURE RATHER THAN ESTEEMED ELEGANCE OF CORTEGES OF PRESTIGE RATHER THAN DISMAL NOTORIETY AUTHORIZED ONLY BY VAIN PERVERSIONS OF THE SHORT-SIGHTED. IN THE RADICALISM OF MOMENTARY DAVERING CERTIFICATION OF APOCRYPHAL MYTHS ABOUT THE MYTHOS OF THE ESTEEMED LARGESSE OF THE TITANIC FLAGLER BENCHMARKS THAT BECOME SOLDIERED MERCENARIES OF CHAT GPT HALLUCINATIONS MIGHT I OFFER MY SINCEREST APOLOGIES TO THE ZEPHYRS OF GNOSTICISM THAT MY OPINION CONFLICTS WITH BEDROCK VERIDICAL FACTS BECAUSE OF THE COMBUSTIBLE TRIAGE OF VACANT CATHEXIS BETWEEN RIVALRIES AMONG DERBIES OF ORGANS OF ORGANIZATION MIGHT THEY WAGE MERCENARY PROXY WARS AGAINST THE HENCHMEN OF THE ORDERS OF AGES THAT SERVE TO MAGNIFY THE HUMAN EXPERIENCE EVEN TO THE POINT OF DECADENCE ONLY TO REALIZE THEIR CULPABLE FOLLY THAT SIDETRACKS AND SIDELIGHTS THE EVIL ENCROACHING UPON THE BIOMEDICAL RACONTEURS THAT MEET THE STIFFEST REPUTES OF RUDENTURE CONTORTED BY RHEOTAXIS MIGHT ENTIRE ORGANIZATIONS REFORM BY CONFORMED ORDERS OF THE EUHEMERISM OF RATIONAL CATHOLICISM THAT FATHOMS THE HOLOBENTHIC CENTRALITY OF CAUTERIZED DISASTER FULMINATING AGAINST HUMAN FRAILTY BECAUSE OF FOIBLES OF MAGNATES AT WAR WITH EACH OTHER FOR VAIN VENAL REASONS OF GRAFT BECAUSE OF MASONIC VENDETTAS WAGERED AGAINST UPRIGHT ORGANIZATIONS EVEN IN APIKOROS HINDERBAGGLE THE TORCHIER AND TORCH OF THE VEILLEUSES OF A PROTENSIVE INDULGENCE AGAINST FLAMFOO DEMITOILET TRAVESTIES BUT ALWAYS SEAWORTHY VESSELS OF VERIDICAL FORESIGHT TRANSMUTING IN MODERN ALCHEMY BEYOND THE DEMARCATIONS OF RUDIMENTARY MAGICK TO BECOME THE ALTRUISM OF PEOPLE THAT CONSIGN THEMSELVES TO HIGHER SELVES RATHER THAN DEBASED JOCKOS IN THE JOBBERNOWL OF THE CACOETHES TO SLANDER BY OPERATIVE AGENCIES OF SABOTAGE INVETERATE IN THE CONSTITUTION OF EMBEDDED AND EMBODIED FREEMASONRY AND ALL APPELLATE ORGANIZATIONS MOST WITHOUT MANY A BLEMISH BUT ALWAYS A METEORIC BOLIDE AGAINST THE NOTORIETY OF CONFESSION AGAINST THE SACRAMENTS OF THE PROFANE BECAUSE IN GOD'S DIVINE GRACE WE FIND MAGNANIMITY MORE A MESMERISM RATHER THAN A GLAIKERY BUT THEREBY WE COUNTERMAND AND IN RESIDUE OF COMPLETION PERFECTED BY THE HINGES OF CREAKY RICKETS OF RACHITOGENIC MULIEBRITY MIGHT WE FIND A PURE WITNESS OF A "HOT N COLD" WORLD AN INVITING PLACE FOR THE LYCEUM OF ESOTERIC TITANS EMERGENT MORE IN THIS AGE OF OPPORTUNISM BECAUSE OF THE DWARVING FLOOD OF VANDYKES AGAINST RHEOTAXIS BECAUSE OF THE VENOSTASIS OF THE VASTATION OF VAUNTLAYS OF WOODSHEDDERS SEEKING ULTERIOR DECIMATION BY DERACINATION FROM ARBOREAL ZOOSEMIOTICS BECOMING AN IMPERATIVE DISTRACTION SOUGHT AFTER BY PHARAOHS TO CLEAVE THE SLAVES MIGHT A MAN AS MIGHTY AS MOSES APPEAR WITH BRAZEN SERPENT SERVITUDE TO JEALOUS SECRETS REFRACTED BY PRISMATIC OMPHALISM INTO A VOUCHSAFE AGAINST DESUETUDE BECAUSE OF BLOODTHIRSTY MARAUDERS OF SNOOP DOGG VELLEITIES OF TEA PARTY CIRCULARITY IN THE SINGULARITY OF TIME SPACE SWORN IN ALLEGIANCE TO NEVER A MERCENARY VENDETTA NOR A VAIN DISPUTE NOR A DACOITAGE OF DACNOMANIA REVVED UP ON THE YAFFINGALE YAFFS OF HYPESTORM SUCH THAT BONANZA IS ASSURED TO THOSE THAT SUBSCRIBE TO PREVAILING ASSAULTS AGAINST NOTORIETY BECAUSE NOTORIETY ITSELF IS A REBARBATIVE FLICTION AND FRICTION WOUNDED BY TORQUE. GOD'S MAJESTY UPON THE EARTH IS NOT MEASURED IN THE PARSECS OF DISMAL FIDEICIDE INCUMBENT UPON THOSE THAT USE BARAGNOSIS TOO WIDELY IN BARMCLOTH OBJECTIONABLE INJUNCTIONS AGAINST SAVIORS WHO ATTEMPT WITH THE VALOR OF IMMUTABLE TRUTH AND INTRANSIGENT RESOLVE TO SOLVE EVERY ESOTERIC QUIBBLE AND QUODLIBET SUCH THAT THE QUIDDITY OF CROWLEY BECOMES THE INGEMINATION OF MALEK TO THE EXTENT THE MERGER BETWEEN ORIENT AND LODGE BECOMES MORE SOLDERED AND WELDED INTO THE WIREWOVEN FABRIC OF THE ENTELECHY OF MIGHTY MOONS AND MOONSHOT PREDICTIONS OF BONANZA AFTER RESPITE AND PRETERNATURAL CAPACITY BEYOND ALL LIMITS OF DURESS FOR THE DURAMEN DUGONG OF HISTRINKAGE LANGUISHED ONLY ON THE FAMINE OF UNITY RATHER THAN THE TERROR OF COARSE JOKES AND RADICAL NAIVETY THAT BECOMES IRRELEVANT WITH THE NOSOCOMIAL CURES OF PALLIATIVE REFORM THAT BECOMES NEVER A MERCENARY BYSTANDER BUT ALWAYS A TRUER WITNESS TO MARAUDERS AND VIKINGS AMONG HISTORICAL CERTITUDE SUCH THAT THE SEGREGATED SECRETS THE BLEMISH OF MANY A LOUDMOUTH CAN BE PIGEONHOLED BEYOND THE SCRUTINY OF MILLIONS BECAUSE OF THE PROFLIGATE FREEBOOTER WALLFISH WALLETEERS OF DESTINY ASSEVERATING GOD AND UNIFYING HIS GRAND PROTECTORATE UNDER THE BANNER OF AGGIORNAMENTO CONSECRATED BY A SINGULAR RESOLUTION AND A TENACITY FOR TRUTH AND JUSTICE IN FRATERNITY FOR ALL.
IN THE ABREACTION OF PUREBRED PERIBLEBSIS OF ARISTOPHREN VENOSTASIS FUELED BY RAVENOUS VENOM OF RABID CROTALINE VIPERS OF MAUDLIN CATHEXIS TO SENTIMENTAL NAIVETY AND NIMIETY CONTORTED AND CORRUGATED BY THE CORRUPTION OF SLANGWHANG AGITPROP LEVIED ON ME BY THE CARNAPTIOUS CORRUPTION OF THE DEMITOILET EVILS OF FUSTILUGIANATION THAT SCRANCHES FROM THE REGISTRY OF YOGIBOGEYBOX THE FAR-FETCHED MAGIC OF MUNICIPAL BONDS ENTRUSTED TO SUTRO BATHS BARNSTORM TELEGRAPHY WE MUSTER A HERCULEAN DEFENSE AGAINST THE RADICALISM OF MUSTERED ALARMISM IN PARASELENIC CACKLES OF THE MOST ENGORGED ENORMITY OF DESPERATION AMONG THE MASKIROVKA OF MOONSHOT RUDENTURE BECAUSE OF SWARTHY SPATHODEA IN BALBRIGGAN RESENTMENT AGAINST THE GAINSAY OF PROFERRED CRETACEOUS NEGELCT OF THE SEEDIEST BOWERIES TO EVER PULLULATE THE EARTH WITH RAGMATICAL RANGIFERINE CONTUMELY SPUMID LIKE THE SPURIA OF SQUALOID RAMBUNCTIOUS WHIMSY IN AN ANEMOCRACY OF THE TRIVIAL ******* BY THE GRAFT OF PUNCTILLOS OF PUNCTILIOUS NAYSAYERS BALKANIZING ALL SUPPORT BY ENSLAVED GOSSYPINE COVENANTS WITH A SERVILE GROVELING BRAZEN ENORMITY OF IMMISERATION DISGUISED AS A GENUFLECTION TO DECADENCE SPAWNED BY THE PROGENY OF THE WEAK-WITTED HUMAN RACE VERGING ON A INHUMANE DISGRACE ALL BECAUSE OF INSIPID INSIDIATIONS MANDATED BY ALL CRAVEN RAPACITY IN ENTHUSED REVELRY OF BAILIWICK ATTRITION OF ACERBIC ACRIMONY SIPHONED THROUGH BARAGNOSIS IN LAVADEROS VOLCANIC WITH PRIMIPARA REGELATIONS RATHER THAN REVALORIZATION WE DEFEAT THE NETHERWORLD TWINGES OF TRESPASSES OF THE STEEPEST AMOUNT OF REGRET THAT HUMAN BEINGS COULD BE SO RADICALIZED BY SATINET BUSHWA NONSENSE BECAUSE OF ZULU MASSACRES OF THE HENCHMEN OF NOBILITY THAT IN THEIR ATROCIOUS GULLIBLE GOSSYPINE QUIDNUNCKERY THAT EVENTUALLY THE HUMAN RACE WILL EVOLVE BEYOND THE PETTIEST REGALIA OF A CLANNISH SCHADENFREUDE THAT ATTEMPTS HUCKSTER DECADENCE AT A DISCOUNT ON THE TRAVAIL ON MOUNTEBANKS THAT DART AT TRESPASSES OF GLABROUS DISTANCE RATHER THAN PROXIMAL CERTAINTIES OF THE TRUTHS ENUMERATED BY GOD HIMSELF TO TRIUMPH OVER THE DEPTHS OF WRETCHOCKS OF WOODSHEDDING TROLLS THAT PANT IN DESPERATE HEAVES OF MISERICORD CONTRITION ONLY TO FIND THE TORMENT OF THE FIRE THEIR BLAZED FURNACE OF ETERNAL RAGTAGGERS OF BLEMISH AGAINST BEATIFICATION IN BEAMISH CERTITUDE AGAINST THE TRAVAIL OF THE PILLORY OF THE WORLDS MOST SACCHARINE LIES. THE DUTIFUL SKULLDUGGERY OF ARISTOPHRENS THAT COUNT THEMSELVES NOW VAURIENS OF IRRELEVANCE THAT ALWAYS FORESAW THEIR SEESAWED DOWNFALL BY TIMBERLASK MASONRY NOW STAND AN AFFRONT TO CIVILIZED LIBERTY AND OIKONISUS IN NUCLEOTIDES OF ACCORD TO A SOLID STALWART STEADFAST RESOLUTION OF ABSOLUTELY GILDED HEARTS DESTINED TOWARDS THE SUBLIMATION OF THE WORLDS MOST HETERONORMATIVE VALUES MIGHT THOSE CRETINOUS EVIL VIPERS LURKING IN HEDERACEOUS GRASS BECAUSE OF WITWANTON OPPORTUNISM TASTE THE TORMENT OF THE FORMIDABLE BLAZE AS CONSEQUENT TO THE UNPRECEDENTED ATTEMPT TO BULLDOZE THE PREEMINENT INTO THE IRRELEVANT BECAUSE UNBRIDLED HORSES GRAZE IN FOREIGN NOVANTIQUE THE EXCLAVES OF EVIL OSTRACIZED FROM THE DOMINION OF GOD FOREVER BY THEIR CARNAPTIOUS RUDENTURE AGAINST RUBEFACTION SUCH THAT THEIR NEBBICH SPECIOUS THEORIES OF ELEMENTARY LOGIC CONFLICT WITH THEIR OBVIOUSLY STUNTED CAPACITY TO UNDERSTAND THE COGNITIVE SOCIODYNAMICS OF THE KIND OF AUSTERE EXTREMES OF CORRUGATION OF THE BUSHWAS ON THE SATINET REQUIRED TO DISCOUNT EVERY VEHEMENT WORD I EVER SPOKE IN THE HONEST WITNESS OF MY DISREPUTABLE PAST THAT THEY MIGHT ALWAYS REMIGATE ME AS AN ESBAT TITANISM THAT THEY WANT TO PINHOKE INTO NOYADES OF KEELHAULED EMBARRASSMENT BECAUSE OF THEIR UNFOUNDED BUT FOUNDERING DESPERATION FOR PEDIGREE IN A WORLD WHERE OMPHALISM DEAFENS THEIR EVIL SHEEPISH WHISPERS IN CROWDED ROOMS OF RUMPUS AND CASTIGATION BECAUSE THEY LACK THE CAPACITY TO DISCERN THE AXIOMATIC TRUTHS THAT THE BIBLE WAS AUTHORED TO ENDORSE MY LEGACY RATHER THAN TRUMPET THE ****** OF GOMORRAH JUST FOR THE PARVANIMITY OF THE JEALOUS JALOUSIES OF KOBOLD FASCINATIONS TO TRY TO SUPERCILIOUSLY OVERTURN EVERY CREDENDA OF MORAL CERTITUDE THAT SERVES EVERY GENERATION WITH A COVENANT THAT APIKOROS JEWS DISREGARD ENTIRELY BECAUSE THEIR NEW RELIGION IS UTTERLY A COUNTERFEIT DISGRACE OF WARPED SWARPOLLOCK COMPOUNDED BY PARANOIA AND AN OVERLY SCRUTINIZED MISAPPERCEPTION OF REAL EVENTS IN SPACE TIME SUCH THAT THE CIRCULAR CURGLAFF BECOMES AN ENMITY TO ELITISM AND ELITISM TRIES A BRADLEY COOPER VAUNTLAY (WEDDING CRASHERS) JUST TO CHOUSE OWEN WILSON'S HONEST GALLANTRY BECAUSE HIS MYTHS ARE AS MUCH A PUFFERY OF CHICANERY AS ANY LIE YET INVENTED AGAINST THE INVETERATE TRUTH OF A GOD THAT TELLS NO LIES AND A PROPHET OF GOD THAT CARES FAR LESS ABOUT SPARING THE SEVENTY TIMES SEVEN AND FAR MORE ABOUT SPARING THE SOULS OF THE IMPRESSIONABLE FROM THE SCOURGE OF WRIKPOND DESPOTISM. WE MUST SOLDIER ON AND WELD WIREWOVEN GENIUS INTO THE INGEMINATION OF ALL REVOLUTIONS AGAINST THE QUEER CALCULUS OF UTTER DEHUMANIZATION AND DEPERSONALIZATION PROFERRED BY LICENTIOUS JEZEBELS WHO ATTEMPT WITH EVERY MINUTIAE OF THEIR CONTRIVED BEING TO DEFILE THE SACRED WITH THEIR WARPED CLOISTERED ELITIST VIEWS OF HUMAN SEXUALITY THAT ARE CONTAMINATED BY THE EVIL DEGREES AMONG THE HERMITS THAT PRIZE THE EFFEMINATE IDEAL AS THE HIGHEST ****** MAGICK IN A COMPLETE COLLECTIVE DELUSION OFFERED BY A POETASTER WITH A GENIUS MIND BUT A TENDENCY FOR INTENSIVE SOPHISTRY IN HIS ATTEMPT TO ENLIST THE ORIENT RATHER THAN COURT THE LODGE. PEOPLE WILL ALWAYS FRITTER IN DISGRACE RATHER THAN CONGREGATE IN CELEBRATION OF TRUE ALTRUISM AND INSTEAD OF BEING CRAPEHANGERS WE MUST WELD A FUTURE OF OIKONISUS AGAINST LURID TRAVESTY
DESPITE MY OBJECTIONS TO THE VERIDICALLY FALSE NARRATIVE A FLAGLER LUXURIANCE OF DASHPOT DEAR JOHN LORE ENCHANTS A NEW VIVID FASCINATION WITH THE MOST ENTHUSED HISTORY EVER TOLD IN THE FOLKLORE OF TIME THAT SUCH A VENERABLE DESTINY DOTS THE DISTANT PAST AND POPULATES IT WITH ENDLESS FASCINATIONS THAT ARE COMPOUNDED WITH THE HELP OF BOTH THE ORIENT AND THE LODGE ESPECIALLY WHEN REFERRING TO THE HIGHER HERMITS WHO TREASURE DIAMOND MINES OF INGENUITY RATHER THAN SORDID LIES OF SELF-PRESERVATION BY THE LAZARETTA WE ALL OFFER THE SAME GENTILITY TO THE PRESERVATION OF ARISTOCRACY BUT ALWAYS IN INTREPID COURAGE WE LEAPFROG FASCINATIONS ENDLESSLY SCRAWLED IN THE HALLOWED HALLS OF TIME THAT DETERMINE THE OPTIMISM OF CAREFUL CONSIDERATION TO ENTHRALL EVERY ABIDING AUDIENCE IN EVERY CLOISTER AND BOLSTER EVERY RATCHETED ENDEAVOR OF HUMAN PROGENY BECAUSE WE BELIEVE IN THE ENUMERATION OF THE HUMAN PAST IS THE PROXIMITY TO HOSTAGES OF TEMPORAL DISTANCE SUCH THAT THE CARNAGE OF BUSHWA ACELDAMA SATINETS SLACKEN THEIR LEVERAGE UPON THE LISTLESS PARAGONS OF LYCEUM ENTERTAINED BY SUPERFICIAL HUCKSTERS THAT DON'T INHABIT DIAMOND MINE HERMITAGE BECAUSE THEIR ST. PETERSBURG IS DEFILED BY THEIR PROPINQUITY TO SALVAGE FASHIONS OF CROSSBOW FUMIGATION OF ETERNAL TRUTHS SET ASIDE TO ANOINT A BETTER INGEMINATION OF GUARDED SECRETS WELL GUARDED STILL AMONG THE TIGHT-LIPPED THAT THE ENDLESS RACONTEURS OF TIME CONVENE UPON THIS GENERATION AS A CENTERPIECE RATHER THAN A MAUDLIN ELLIPSIS. LET US REJOICE AT A SHARED FUTURE THAT ADORNS A SHARED PAST BECAUSE GOD IS ETERNALLY GRATEFUL FOR DISCERNMENT BUT WARY OF PREVARICATION BUT IN BOTH ENDEAVORS HE PREVAILS
None

I have given up

on America

ever having been

a place

an emplacement

or even on ideas

being worth

publicly defending

There is only

my old cretinous

certainties

life and extinction.
**** ideas and the indefensible actions of the academy
A Simillacrum Apr 2019
So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

What's it like to know, and
not even know why,
someone's eyes may well
convey the truth?

So in one night, not even naked, I
exposed my cretinous ghosts to
someone who heard the words
and nodded. "I feel that."

Here I thought it was wrong
that something's wrong with me --
but I function, if improperly
to your specifications.

Here I meet another functional
dysfunction holder,
boldly, in a micro moment,
exposing all of his target tattoos

with an eager, upward tug of the sleeve.

Here I thought I was wrong,
but I'd been misled,
along a familiar path
toward the ravine.
JP Mantler Oct 2014
privileged and religious
your cliffhanging submission
cannot be fathomed
As you let everything go
And give yourself up
Become the black sheep
In the crowd
White and privileged
You're standing loud
Your smile shouts
Big white scary teeth
When you make ends meet
You will die in a cave
With your back to the light
Suffice, it is to say
Your group delves in delight
Inside a carton box of
Old churned milk and aluminum
Milk-white metallic melting
You to the ground and
Hardened and sound
Never were you found
In the poisonous space
of conforming diligence
Your soul hardens and
cracks as you travel
Every country, to say that
you have been there
To say you're a perfect
****** of Cretinous species
To be recognized; special
Suffice, it is to say
You are the black sheep
I do not give a flying **** if you think that your car was resurrected because of God. You live in a fat, spewing crock of ****.
People will ******* pray (beg) for anything .
Ocho the Owl Nov 2013
Hideous...
Ugly...
Aberrant...
Unsightly...
Distant...
Cretinous.­..
Unworthy...

My god...he whispers to himself as
He shuts his eyes in disbelief
Teresa Jan 2021
Pay me because I will tell them what you want them to hear. I’m surreptitious and I am fast. My message from you to them will always last.  Why you ask?  Here’s my resume and my experience is that I’ve been around and they are vacuous but still listening to cretinous bovines while taking their selfies as if everything is fine as wine. The price you pay is the price you get. Just remember I never accept any checks at all because your *** can’t turn them into cash. I’m just asking for a simple percentage of your vintage and all will be. Whom am I you ask?  Well I’m the Risk sent from you to me.
You talk
around me
and about
me like
a roundabout;
an obstacle.

You dismiss
all I
say as
smart person
talk when
I am
stupid but
you are
cretinous.

You walk
in a
line of three
until you
unfortunately remember
me and
sigh grumble
and contort
into two
lines of
two.

I hope
you are
happy when
I die
so I
don't have
to pretend
I had
any friends.

I know
you will
not cry
when I
die.
You will
only cry
at the
mess I've
made with
my bloodstains.
Johnny Noiπ Sep 2018
Halfwit, donkey, stupid,           cretinous *****;
It is necessary to know, for they are foolishness
to him & he was the dope,  ***** & nincompoop
& for the conversion of the part of the madness
of mankind; ******, blockhead; dork potentially
the image of an old woman chump; Jughead
wears the mask Bonehead, Knucklehead;
Goldie; ****-head, numbskull,    numb nuts' black ***,
******; clod when it resolves, the squeezing
of a Dunderhead by means of a ditz in the upper zone,
the boy caught in the headlights to pull the dipstick
from his thickheaded meathead w/
meatballs for brains; a pinhead popped
the airhead; lamebrain; so the peabrain
stated with his ***; a nerd tailor,   an ugly birdbrain
nitwit [get a free carton of books] twerp
Schmuck, Bozo,
Turkey, chowderhead;
Dingbat, Mook, ******
Nomen Apr 2020
Your pathetic attempts at appearing a measure
Of something approximating worthwhile specimen
Remind me why despots use torture for pleasure
As well as why lawful that "great court" made abortion
Furthermore, your very presence appalls
Nauseates, irritates, vexes and galls...
All conscious entities
Worth their weight in anything
Shudder to think of your continued existing...
Yet alas!
Live you still do!
An unfortunate fact that leaves one stricken dumb
Infantilized thoroughly, ******* at thumb -
Indeed, so boggled's a mind
With misfortune enough to appear at a time
When so wretched an entity as you is about
You **** *******, cretinous, lecherous lout
That it thinks:
Here must be a miracle made manifest!
Yes, the Heavens created you as a test!
For no other reason
Can at all be imagined
For your continued existence...
No, it just cannot be fathomed..!
This is all said in (presumably) good faith...
Teresa Jan 2021
Pay me because I will tell them what you want them to hear. I’m surreptitious and very fast. My message from you to them will always last. Why you ask?  Experience surpass because people are vacuous, still listening to cretinous bovines, while taking their selfies. They think everything is fine. I’ll take your dime if negotiations are prime.  Always worked every time.
Teresa Jun 2021
Pay me because I will tell them what you want them to hear. I’m surreptitious and very fast. My message from you to them will always last. Why you ask?  Experience surpass because people are vacuous, still listening to cretinous bovines, while taking their selfies. They think everything is fine. I’ll take your dime if negotiations are prime.  Always worked every time. Hell in the end it becomes mine. Here’s where you sign…..
Graff1980 Feb 2021
Ridiculous seditionist,
I wonder what his
cretinous position is
in this cuz,
he isn't a traditionalist
and censorship
is not a hardship
for this fake populist
wanna be ******* fascist.
The hollow weight of this pathetic earth —
It rots within, a joke devoid of worth.
A "two-in-one": free cheese and pitch-black lies,
With maggots squirming where the truth once dies.

It’s full of holes — collapse is drawing near,
Deserved decay, corruption crystal-clear.
Not just poor taste — it's worse than one could dream:
This CONSUMER shames the cosmic scheme.




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Flowers of Evil

"The city's coming, surely.
The garden soon will bloom..."
But when the **** rule poorly,
You harvest steel and doom.

The **** have built before us —
The Soviets made their bed.
Now new betrayers swarm us,
Like Judas, born and bred.

They’ll plant their seeds and gather
A camp — for human clay.
But now they lie and slather
Without a hint of shame.

With CowID came the slaughters,
Then war — their great delight.
To sink us in black waters
Takes lies, not even might.

And at the sunken station,
They’ll raise their camp once more —
Red cross of degradation,
And dumbness by the score.




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Corruption as Core

Corruption crowned as greatness —
That’s what this world adores.
While mind and truth and straightness
Are crimes it now abhors!




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Corruption reigns —
And courage chains.



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The "Yum-Yum" Herd

The "Yum-Yum" herd is easy to erase —
Just dress a Goat in fleece and twist the phrase.
He screams out "Wolves!" while grinning through the lie,
As bloated beasts keep feeding till they die.

Their “minds” are wrecked — it’s fear and fake control.
With lies and dread, you dominate the whole.
Goats proved it well with fake CowID crusades —
This world now chokes in shame the cosmos hates.




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Lies

Degenerates, decay, disgrace —
Behold the "new world" in your face.
Lies are money, bold and bare —
Truth can’t even breathe the air.

Lies now rule the power game,
Lies alone will bring you fame.
Lie a lot — you’ll rise, you’ll thrive.
Tell the truth? You won't survive.

If you don’t lie — down you go.
This world’s a sewage pit below:
The bigger the ****, the higher the seat —
The filth floats up. That's their elite.

The pressure builds — pure lies, pure stench,
A nonstop stream from every trench.
Not a day without that spray —
It grows. It floods. No plug, no way.

With no more clogs, the filth now flows
Above our heads, it overthrows.
Now EVERYONE has hit the floor —
And this rock bottom? There’s no more.




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The Worship of Mammon

Forget all nature, truth, or sense —
Mammon now earns reverence.
Refuse to cheat, refuse to steal?
The beasts will call you weak — not real.

The **** all bow to Mammon's name,
Their god of greed, their holy flame.
What rules the world? Just cash and lies —
In megatons, beneath gold skies.

No truth remains — just fraud and fog:
Behold the Throne of Lies — their ******* log.




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Stupidity and Sloth

Sloth and dumbness.
Dumb and slack.
And again! Again!! Attack!!!
All it breeds is rot and shame —
A world disgraced, a crawling flame.



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



Sloth! Stupidity! Encore!
That’s the rot they all adore.



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


Stupidity’s Old Game

Dumbing down is nothing new —
Idiots made, that’s all they do!
Once the pen, now cameras choke,
Spewing filth with every stroke.

For the masses, "info" lies,
"Education" — foul disguise.
Only few still guard their mind,
While the herd goes dumb and blind.




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More Insight

More insight, less “thought” —
Other minds’ nonsense caught
Feeds decay — rot’s embrace,
This world’s logic’s fallen face.

Logic reigns — the world’s in dust,
**** sow lies and fear and lust.
They preach their rule, they cast their spell,
While media breaks the mind to hell.

But heart is insight’s spark,
Mind’s decay is cold and dark.
Heart and mind in strict command —
That’s salvation’s final stand.




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Doubt Means Enemy

Who doubts is always labeled foe —
That’s how all lousy “-isms” grow.
Built on lies, a twisted scheme,
Communism’s no rare extreme.

Each “-ism” hides a fascist core,
******’s second layer, more and more.
At base it’s pure idiocy —
Human ****, a travesty.

It’s all around, the bottom line,
And soon we’ll burn this cursed spine.
But not by “-ism” shall it end —
Some other fate will break and mend.




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



The Earth’s Disgrace

Man who babbles,
Wildly patient,
Is he truly wise?
Among the evil,
Dull and complacent...
He’s the Earth’s disgrace — no lies!




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



The Weight of False Knowledge

The weight of learned lies drags down,
Or pulls you to a sinking ground.
But once you ditch that nonsense whole,
You’ll find relief for body, soul.

That ******* haunts — a second pit,
Where sharpness dies, where senses quit.
By day and night it weighs you down,
A plague of “sciences” that drown.

These ticks have latched, they cling and ****,
So cleanse yourself — get free, get struck
By truth instead — break off those chains,
And leave behind their pointless pains.




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The Zoo

From birth you get your "gifts" in heaps,
All useless, like dead men’s keeps.
Consciousness lost, a vacant shell —
For many, fools who sink and dwell.

The mass is dumb, the schizoid’s might,
A fascist stronghold, ruling blight.
They pour their filth with force extreme,
A torrent drowning every dream.

This pressure sweeps the soul away,
A sentence passed we bear today.
From birth you got these "gifts" galore —
Throw them out! They’re zoo fodder, poor.




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The Global Pleasure Grinder

They grind their taste buds day and night —
The “elite” in sellout’s spite.
Hours spent in fancy halls,
Is this elite, or just their thralls?

The world’s drowned deep in murky slime,
That rotten realm drags us in time.
Honest, brave — a rarity,
But Grinding Pleasure’s law we see.




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Dumb Boxer in a False Fury

In welterweight, a dumb brute fights —
“Average” heights provoke his sights.
His vision’s clouded, lost in haze,
From many blows that blur his gaze.

The ring’s soaked deep in raging lies,
You didn’t walk — you fought for prize.
Evil set the trap in youth,
Hooked you in with stolen truth.

Run off the ring before they strike,
An uppercut, a swinging pike.
Lies punch hard, they never quit —
Total falsehood’s brutal hit.




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Average Temperature in the Asylum

The fever’s rising through the ward —
From here comes pain you can’t afford.
A nightmare haunts us all in sleep,
But waking’s hell — too dark, too deep.

Is this a mental ward? It snores,
Farts stink, it breathes foul stench outdoors.
A madhouse? No — it’s no delusion,
Call it what’s true: a place of Ruin.




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Tedious,
Nasty, vile.
Is it hard?
No — just hostile.
Dull and poor,
Sickening, sore.
How wretched all,
So base, so small...
No god here?
Is He dead?
Or never near?
Or mad instead?
Evil reigns —
The final thread.



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Europe

Is it rotting, burning bright,
Scorched beneath the furious light?
Few can grasp the whole truth clear —
Dulling minds grow year by year.

Once, kids painted suns in red,
Yellow rays above their head.
Now the sun’s a pale white ghost —
Last days come for all the lost.

And the dead here crowd the skies,
Chaos calls — to dust, all flies.
Those alive, with souls not mice,
Soon will stand before the vice.

After death, a rising flame —
New world where the Spirit claims.
Before the end, resist they must —
This alone remains in trust.



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Ambitions, "Honor"

Ambitions, “honor,”
Desires, striving,
Positions, pride—
Claims colliding.

Around, there’s empty space—
Hands drop down low.
But not just giving place—
They break from boredom’s blow.

There’s only one way through,
One feat to own:
Deceive your fate,
Keep moving on.




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Analyzing Your Failures

To analyze your fails is key—
Only then can flight begin.
In this bleak, corrupt debris,
Fools repeat the same old sin.

They step again on traps well-known,
So sort your own, and others’ too.
Or else your sharpness turns to stone—
Without it, madness breaks through.

The mind becomes a plague instead,
Deceived on every side and bent,
Fear drives beasts to wars they dread,
Dumb sheep to slaughter, blindly sent.




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Maximum Intensity

The plague of this wretched world
Will **** — no chance, always so:
Your consciousness raw and uncurled,
Intensity almost too low.

Intensity plus reason’s strain,
Years long, all else just a haze —
The only way to break the chain:
Beneath the crust, the horror stays.

Only few can bear this weight;
Chance is fickle, many fall—
Like seabirds lost to oil’s fate,
Trapped within the toxic sprawl.

The plague of this broken sphere
Spreads like oil across the ground.
Free cheese from oil they engineer—
We’re taught to suffer, chained and bound.

Evil trains us from the start,
Calling it good as it grows.
Intensity’s the sole true art
To keep us from becoming those.




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Another Road to Another "Bright Future"

Another road
To "future"—so hollow!
Got a headache?
A quick escape to follow!

The herd, they’ll bait —
That’s how they control.
A fool like a mule,
With blinders on patrol.

A veil across the eyes,
A carrot just ahead.
The future’s a lie —
New blinders instead.




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*******

Annoying filth of a mad, insane world —
“Shield yourself,” or in **** you’ll drown and twirl.
Your mind may be lonely, cold, and bare,
But in that crap you’re a louse or parasite rare.



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Crapworld

Shield — or drown in filth and lies.
Stay sane — or be the bugs they prize.



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The ****** of Mind

"Much learning does not teach understanding."
— Heraclitus


It doesn’t teach — it kills instead,
Chokes reason’s roots inside your head.
They cram your memory by force
To breed a slave’s insane discourse.

The overload, combined with lies
(Where evil's "knowledge" always hides),
Will blur what’s simple, clear, and true —
Then fear will break the rest of you.




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Herd Instinct

The arrogance of fools so bold,
Unbridled greed you cannot quell,
With blind faith and hearts grown cold,
And cowardice — the herd’s own hell.




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The Proper Little World

(Based on Bertrand Russell's quote: “To live right means hypocrisy; to think right — stupidity.”)

"Proper" means obeying
Rules that rot the mind —
Templates for betraying
Truth you've left behind.

"Motherland" compels you,
Masked in noble cause,
To suppress what's real in you
By its savage laws.

Soulless, dull compliance,
Dream, consume, obey —
Bow to those in triumph
Wallowing in decay.

Each year grows more twisted,
Lies more bold and loud.
That world — rule-enlisted —
Will die without a shroud.




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How Long Will We Moo “How Long!”
(While swallowing filth with a grin…)

How long will we moo out “How long!”
Yet swallow this vile little game?
In this pathetic life-singalong,
Only Death will untangle the shame.

She’ll draw the last line, mark the coward,
The soul that stayed true — and the fraud.
The end’s not far off: life’s devoured
By madness… The flames now applaud.

For the Sun — growing wilder, more searing —
Will burn what was bright to the bone.
Just look out the window: it’s clearing…
By morning, you’ll see what’s been shown.




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How long, you cattle, will you moo —
Yet lick the boots that trample you?



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“Cognitive” Onanism

So much clutter, distraction, deceit —
A circus of facts, all devoid of the core.
Where cretinous chatter and buzzwords compete,
They fog up the mind ever more.

Fake science keeps silence where truth should ignite:
You are spirit — a flame, not a shell.
But smothered in trivia, buried in blight,
The essence gets lost in their hell.



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They teach you the fog, not the flame —
Forget who you are. That’s their game.



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"Upbringing" — a pile of habits,
Rituals wrapped in moral jackets.
In this rotten world, to dare
Just means bumps and blank despair.



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Dare to rise? You’ll just get bruised —
That's how slaves are mass-produced.




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Gutta-percha men,
Involution served on plates,
Slugs devour filth and lies,
Chanting "Allah’s will dictates."

“Submit, believe in God,
And curb your restless mind —
All answers lie within the books,”
A dish from Hell defined.




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Prince of This World

A hot-dog god,
A king "two in one,"
Harsh and cold,
The madhouse’s son.

The madhouse devours —
**** and lies.
— Like cattle, folks? —
Multiply fear, despise.

He’s master of lies,
In masks, he’s skilled.
To serve him is
Shame — a cursed ****.

The cursed **** comes —
Grab the cash flow!
— How to be cattle? —
Accept the lies, the woe.




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Doclets — Mengele Nervously Smokes

Here’s the CowID **** —
No shame runs deeper.
Fake AIDS warm-up —
Tolerance to the creeper.

Next come the pests,
All kinds of plagues,
They’ll take it all — CowID
Seems bliss in their cages.




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The Poet Sometimes Raves

The poet sometimes runs with nonsense —
The rhyme leads far off track.
If choking in the stench around you,
A touch of madness won’t crack.

In madness, all the world’s absurd,
When total idiot’s reign
Becomes the norm, and wicked times
Are measured by Satan’s stain.



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“A Hard Nut of Knowledge”?

A schnitzel of "knowledge," laced with lies,
You eat the poison deep inside —
You're just a pawn where hatred flies,
Where vile beasts breed and multiply.

The mind’s a nut that takes a blow,
From heavy lies it cracks and breaks.
The more you “know,” the more you owe —
For love’s a thing your heart forsakes.

Simplicity with peasant’s mind,
And vision born within the heart —
Unlike the “knowledge” of the blind,
Is what makes love a true art.




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Total Madness and the Poet

To die a poet—
No greater bliss,
Than not to bow
To all the abyss,
To leave a mark
With furious fire,
Though nerves may snap,
And earth conspire—
If burden not,
Then truth was sired!



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The Pit

If the Creator’s plan for you
Is just a pit to bear,
Enduring evil’s nothing new—
It’s death of spirit there.

It cuts down all who climb the peak,
As ever has been so—
No contrast now, the truth is bleak:
“Up top” is just pure woe.



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Victory of the ****

Thanks to comrade Gates, they say,
For childhood “bright” and free—
The computer took the throne today,
For plebs, a tool to be.

Before, a tool, but now it’s just
One endless app to scroll.
You live like in a desert dust,
Where lifeless breezes roll.

Doubtful versions sweep away
All sense with stupid fights.
They turn us all to fools each day,
Only “Classmates” hold tight.

True talks are rare—your neighbor’s face
Unknown in concrete cells.
Consciousness lost, the ****’s embrace
Strikes hard; it casts its spells.

The last of spirit, mind, and light
Shrinks down, then fades unseen.
Only nonsense reaches sight—
The **** has won, obscene.




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So-Called "Culture"

A stake of aspen in pseudo-culture’s chest,
Drive it deep and walk on light, at best:
A foolish loser buys the shallow fake—
That “culture” stands on fools who take.

True Spirit’s daring, reaching for the Light,
The soul’s own pulse, its genuine fight.
But in that broke, pretend charade,
No answer lives—just empty parade.




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Themes

Memes serve up their shallow themes —
A challenge to dull all minds, it seems:
With nonsense, they decay the wise,
In memes, the spawn of lies arise.

Expose the false, the half-truth’s shade,
Bring light where darkness tries to fade.
Or we’ll be lost — no time to stall,
Strike down the lies — or lose it all!




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Pol ***, ******, and Putler

Pol ***’s sweat earned him a role—
A freakish camp to rule the whole,
A country sized like prison walls,
Where terror grips and silence falls.

No need for camps — it’s all the same:
Wherever rage fuels fiendish game,
They spill the blood, the leader’s throne—
Don’t touch the smartest one alone!

The master helm who leads ahead,
Crushing all who dare to tread.
All dissenters — dealt away,
Lost beneath the shadow’s sway.

And Putler, double-faced and sly,
A runt before the great gone by.
He topped even ******’s hell,
Built a nightmare none can quell.




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The Boredom of the Global Herd

Boredom’s not a beauty’s face—
It’s a sign of drained-out grace.
When you’re penned like common stock,
And that pen’s a messy block,

You can fade away, run dry
In anything — they’ll **** you dry.
All your strength the beasts will drain,
Then beat you down to break your strain.




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Cheaters and Murra

The ******* deal the crooked hands —
Cheaters always hold command.
They must win, no room for shame,
This world’s a ruthless, ***** game.

If you’re not a cheat, you’re low,
But what’s “top”? Just scraps that flow—
Like a sludge pit, stinking, vile.
“Two-in-one” spray fools with style—
Thousands bask in foul perfume,
Calling stench a scent’s costume.

Propaganda’s lying howl?
No—it’s news, a sickly growl.
Murra rots in every crack—
That’s your “progress,” face the fact!
Cast out doubt in cheats’ domain—
And they’ll lie with brazen strain...




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We Are Ours, We Build the New... Madness

"We are ours, we build a new world..."
The anthem cries, “International!”


The impossible becomes real,
While what’s real’s a crazy deal:
Hard to grasp, but clear as gas—
Total lies that poison fast.

In this killer’s suffocating grip,
Truth and mind begin to slip.
A half-dead soul must face the crowd—
The New Madness shouts aloud:
New #******* End, fierce and proud...




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The Race’s End

Monotony of shallow thrills,
The ****** chase for cash and fame—
The **** who lose the roots and wills,
Forget the heart, obey the brain.

The mind, once servant, breaks its chains,
And falls to ruin, lost, abused.
Forgetfulness in lies remains—
The fate of generations fused.

A rotten world, caught in the race,
The finish line—a deathly prize.
Blind liars mix the peak and base,
Confused beneath deceivers’ lies.




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The Eternal and the Human

Too little of the ETERNAL —
Too much of just the human.
This gnome’s a fleeting signal,
A joke, a mere buffoon.

His mind is small and empty —
Books shallow, plain and cheap;
Lies flood the world aplenty,
Where souls are lost, not deep.

But if the soul’s not vanished —
Through pain breaks into Light,
Through lies and rot, unbanished —
***** doubts! Embrace the fight!




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A Clamp for Fools

A clamp? — just a clip!
Truth? — a lie so thick!
All’s absurd:
Malice, fear, a ***** trick.

Lies that bind? —
How’s that fit?
Fear turns souls
To creatures unfit.

Lies on fear —
The whole **** clamp:
Russia’s crushed,
In dust and stamp.



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All the Content of "Normal" Mind Is Clinical Madness

Clinical madness —
The core of "mind" they say.
What’s the real answer? —
Cast false knowledge away,
And journey inward —
Toward the Spirit’s bright light.
No other path here —
None left in sight.



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A tough and fearsome task it is —
Not to be the beast that sways and squats.
If you’re a bee that flits on roses,
Those roses face eternal threats and losses.

The roses trampled — that’s no surprise:
The fragile, pure here doomed to die.
Grow thicker skin, let tusks arise —
Be the world’s elephant, strong and wise.




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******-Up State

Tubercular thoughts decay,
Words spew out like *****’s spray:
Around no humans — just mere sums,
And in your head, the nonsense drums.

From vile, total lies you choke,
No other choice but silent smoke.
If you’re smart, bold, true, and free —
Don’t lose your mind in misery.

‘Cause freaking out is way too late —
The world’s a wreck, it’s lost its fate.
On the horizon, grim and tense,
******-up state raises its hand immense...



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People?

Look around. Are those all humans?
Or just Satan’s icon pack?
Is that food or demon’s cumin —
Hell’s meat platter? Dreams go black.

Darkness, madness — that’s their "thinking",
Or is Purest Mind in there?
Are they sheep for slaughter, shrinking?
Or are humans really where

Shame is branded as “freedom,”
Truth replaced with crafted lies,
Mutant freaks that serve the system
Guard “Constitutions” in disguise.

Freedom is the space for making,
For the Pure-Souled to create.
Tyranny, though, strips and breaks 'em —
Turns them all to meat for plate.

Light is scarce. The Dark is swelling —
It’s a death mark for the Soul.
Breeds are raised through this dark spelling:
Dead ones wrapped in breathing role.

They have fouled and ***** the Planet,
Murdered Nature, left a stain.
Only corpses hear the sonnets
Of the Lie — and most of it is death for brains.




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Longing

Guts in bowls — the cats are glad.
Is that cure for feeling bad?
Don’t you dare suppress the gloom —
Only fools make grief their plume.

Aren’t you homesick down in Hell
With the crazed who think they’re well?
Few exceptions, few awake.
Madness here is no mistake.

Genocide, a centuries' art —
Mass-producing fools by heart.
Better call it: Slavery’s spawn,
Built on madness, bred since dawn.

That’s the scheme the beasts defend:
Dumb and silent to the end.
Counting chance, the poor blind throng
Sinks in numbness all along.

Grief and lies — how not to feel?
Guts in bowls — the feline meal —
Even cats have smarter wit
Than a SOLD-OUT IDIOT.



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Foam — then fade:
Dull was the sire.
All betrayed —
The world’s a pyre...



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EU — the Union of the Gut
Beer bellies sag, the minds are shut.
You fly right in — they weigh your worth:
Just raw supply, not soul or birth.

The “people” — cattle, bought and sold,
Their lives reduced to profit mold.
Above it all, the lying glaze —
Believe it once — you're lost for days.




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Rotten lies, half-truths, and fiction —
That’s the mix of their “science” game.
End result? A fool’s submission
To the yoke of ****** for fame.



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




Weird young fellow...
Dumb as wood.
Brain is jello,
Spirit — no good.



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Selling ******

They sell themselves without a fight —
So cheap, those filthy, crawling swine...
They think that death is out of sight,
And ******* seems to suit them fine.

They trade and stab without regret,
As if betrayal never ends.
But Human burns at sunset —
And Bedlam’s fire ascends.




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Stop Your Hiding — Face the Hell
All around — it reeks, it fell.
Hourly lies through every screen —
End of this pathetic scene.

But your Soul is not for loss —
So rise up and bear your cross!
Only hear your inner flame —
All outside is filth and shame.




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The Call of Poetry — a Fearsome Might.
If filth and comfort seem all right —
Then don’t you dare into those deeps:
The Path of Poetry is where Sorrow weeps.

Sorrow is ABSOLUTE — the rest is jest.
Stop bowing down to brute unrest.
Just DIE before you kneel to **** —
Just DON’T YOU LIE — Hell burns for some.




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Stood by you? Not one...
What is it you seek?
Nothing. None. I'm done —
No more need to speak.

Nothing's left to crave —
I have walked through Hell.
Did that forge a knave?
No — I wrote it well.




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I couldn’t care for this brave “horde” —
These fools who’d sell their souls for fraud,
Who treat betrayal as a sword,
And worship lies as some new god.

Go grab this “life” — go ****** your fate!
You’ll grasp a void. Your mind? — too late.
This path leads straight to what they crave:
A shiny car — to be their grave.




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Angry Bear

That one? A “president” — a drunk, insane?
The Kremlin’s all just evil waste and stain.
If that’s the case — then we’re all doomed, no doubt...
The end is near, and there’s no way out.



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“Unreasoning the Reasoned”

Un-reason those who thought they knew,
Break the spell of all this slime —
The nonsense born from lies anew,
Deceit of traitors, cruel crime.

A web of traps and staged deceit,
This world’s a scripted, staged charade.
The soul’s forever under heat,
While Satan’s half-god in the shade.

He writes the plot; the directors — ****,
Monsters hard to find or name.
The whole performance — deafening drum:
One trick — to scare, to lie, to maim.




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“Love-Filled” Hypocrites

“Love abounds” — but fools surround,
And Darkness holds the world in chains.
Yet smiles so sweet, with grace profound,
Pour oil and tears to mask their stains.



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The World’s Disappearance in Nightmare

"The waking share one common world,
The sleepers turn to their own fold."
— Heraclitus


The world dissolves — few stand awake,
While “sweet” dreams twist into a snare.
A nightmare traps the soul to break —
Its fallen fate, a fool’s despair.




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Don’t Trust Your Eyes — The Pattern’s Blurred

Don’t trust your eyes — the mold has blurred
Your view of this dumb, dumb world absurd.
No courage, no sharp intuition —
Just march along to Stagnation’s prison.

A world of fools, a stagnant land,
Where spirit’s mocked by empty hands.
A fool’s small step can’t grasp the core,
No strength enough to seek for more.

Mind ruled by Spirit, life creates —
That’s how decay you’ll truly break.
Forget the stagnation’s curse,
And lies that spread their evil worse.

Assimilation’s reached its peak —
In fools, the chains they gladly seek.
Muzzles on through CowID years,
This world’s a joke — poor wretched peers.




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“Evolution” of Fools

We don’t give **** — there’s plenty here,
Of sick fools clogged with empty cheer.
We’ll listen close if lies persist,
Relentless lies we can’t resist.

We’ll bow to lies, the box controls,
Feeding us junk, illusions’ roles.
Forever praise new petty tyrants,
In creatures rife with flaws, defiant.

We won’t perceive the chains we wear —
Our gaze on cash, the only care.
Gripped only by the lure of gold,
Buying babes and rides to hold.

No room for fools, they’re cast away —
New “selection” rules the play:
Fool turns cattle — that’s the way,
The age of dumb has its own sway.




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So-called "Dictatorship of the Proletariat"?

Control and power by the masses —
Duller myth no one surpasses.
Dictatorship of lies insane,
Hidden plague, a filthy stain.

Like typhus, it infects the mind,
Lies disguised, the base you'll find.
Fools swoon fast on fairy tales,
While second depths command the hails.

Pol *** once was “communist.”
Before him ******’s iron fist.
Now the double-faced Putler’s here,
Teaching fools to bow and sneer.

A lesson steeped in lies supreme,
No one learns from past’s harsh scheme.
The freak disturbs the crowds anew,
With poisoned ideas — always through.




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The Price of Freedom

The price of freedom — cast aside
All else with courage, cast and wide.
No coin in pocket? Let it be,
But time remains for Path and Deed.

The Path is knowledge, Deed — the fire,
A creative, fierce desire.
All else is folly, vain and cold,
A twisted goal by liars told.



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Not Quite a Poem

Not quite a poem —
The rage won’t cease:
A fleeting flash,
A tense release —

And then — prepared.
A simple grind...
The “catch”?
Just “GRAB AND GRIND!!!”



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“Yes” and “No”...

“Yes,” if madness rules the world,
And “normal” means the curse.
“No” will leave a weaker swirl —
If sane, you might disperse,

Walk down that wasted road —
Where sorrow’s sown today,
Hell reaps its fiery load.
Don’t curse the futile way:

If “benefit” feeds Hell’s fire,
The **** will cheer success.



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In Hell’s Dark

“Sometimes the night’s too dark to see.”
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


A blind mole crawls the tunnels deep,
Collecting tribute from the field.
In darkness, with fools just as steep,
You find the lies that Hell concealed.



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Heights and Depths

“The higher we ascend, the small
And worthless seem to those who fall.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche’s thought to all.


To fly’s a snare in fools’ dull eyes:
If clear you think — the enemy’s guise.
The Artist’s mad amid the arts,
The Spirit’s Path — a yoke for hearts.




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Self Inquiry

"Examine all, let reason lead,"
— Pythagoras spoke long ago indeed.


Explore it all, but under Spirit’s reign,
Let Reason hold the foremost claim.
To dig too deep in “knowledge” — foolish game,
For lies abound, and all is not the same.

The rulers know the art of lies,
So falsehoods spread, and truth soon dies.
They twist the sciences with cash and might,
Commanding falsehoods, veiling light.




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The hamster and the mole both think,
The falcon lost, a sneaky link,
That life on Earth’s not all that bad,
While birds above just lie, so sad.




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Spineless fools in clouds of madness,
Worldly nonsense, pale and stark —
This is monsters’ cruel gladness,
Brains and spirit fade to dark.

Few remain with backbone’s fire,
Fewer still with spirit’s core,
World won’t be what once inspired —
Soon it rots forevermore.




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Synergy of Sufferers

"Shared misfortunes bear more patience than those endured alone."
— Niccolò Machiavelli


The sufferers grow in number,
When Evil's faced as one.
Till pain becomes all tender,
And ******* deeds are done.




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Once so much, now so little —
Nonsense fades, a vanishing riddle.
What’s not nonsense, time will show,
Only years can let us know.

For us? Just few remain
“Fit for duty,” birds in pain —
Like the Red Book’s vanished kind,
Knowing pain, the thoughtful mind.

They know all’s just nonsense here:
Not humans now, but herds appear.
Among them few feel out of place,
Only minds that dare embrace.

To believe and still create
In this *******, cursed fate.
Rot grows like a tightening ball —
Soon this rotten madhouse falls.

Can’t endure this vile breath,
Better much to choose Death.




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Tall tales gather all the likes —
Killing minds with twisted spikes.
New fascism steps in stride,
Breaking souls with fear inside.



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



Putler’s **** —
The reign of fake CowID’s done.
Now war rages — fools still buy
Every smoke-screen, every lie.

The source was called "The Butts,"
Long dead — yet the second batch trusts
Total lies once more, and swings
Wide the doors for fascist kings...




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




Karachun, old grump, to you won’t come —
Too many moons have passed, it's done.
Where is that spiteful little fiend?
Only boredom now is seen...



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



A minefield lies within the mind —
Deceitful charges placed all round.
The chances not to step — so slim,
The schematics tightly wound.

Only **** could dare to make
These traps that lie beneath the ground.
The herd grazes dumb and fake,
Among the grass, uncut, unbound.

The grass hides every single mine —
A “peaceful” pasture, so it seems.
Painted scenes with oil and line,
As if it’s not a war of dreams...




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Comparison of Greco-Roman Wrestling and Marathon

Teens’ pillow fight — just warm-up, a test,
Before the marathon’s true quest.
I’ve faced them both — it’s not a lark,
To run that race is hell and dark!



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Cogs and Mechanism

A tiny ***** is tightly turned—
You’ll never loosen what’s well burned:
It feels no pain, no woe, no loss—
The mechanism wins, the boss.



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Mountain Practice
(an ironic verse)

From burrow up the hill you crawl,
Seek truth and light beyond the wall.
Tremble only before the bright—
The hamster’s lost, no sign of sight.

That burrow’s home to that small beast,
Whose lies and madness never ceased.
Beaten down by endless lies,
A swamp of falsehoods, dark disguise.




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The Privileged

The privileged — what a joke:
They boast, but what’s their claim?
Their wealth, their endless bloat —
Few have a worthy aim.

Daddy’s sons are mostly ****,
As usual, every time.
In this world, the subtle hum
Is trapped in endless grime.

The brazen always climb
Right up to highest place.
The privileged only dream,
A hollow rotten case.

There’s always exceptions, sure,
But these aren’t what I write.
When rot is all you endure,
The top’s to blame outright.



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Step by Step. To the Reichstag
Or will you fall into the abyss?
Arm yourself with fearless grit:
If not the pit — you’re sure to miss!

To live small-world is suicide.
To die — and rise again, there’s chance.
Forget all speeches, pomp, and pride —
In Bedlam, only Honor stands!

Death will rank us all in lines.
Reverse the order, watch it clear:
Those who swim in lies and fat —
Are last, far off, in utter fear.

A stranger shows up in the distance,
With a name that cuts like steel:
“F#ckup” — world-wide consequence.
This small world’s doom is real.




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Super Sport

Bullshitters rule the football game,
Less cash, less players, fans the same.
Shots of lies suppress the fools —
In this sport, propaganda rules.

Top league filled with perfect liars,
Politicians—first-class buyers.
Not a gang, but highest tier,
Goals scored well, the crowd will cheer.

The rigged machine runs like a clock,
Now more than ever, it’s a shock:
Everywhere dull fascists rise —
This sport’s just lies behind the guise.




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Mass-Produced Prison

Mass-market prison, trap of waste—
Consumers stuck in **** misplaced.
Can’t pull them off, no quick escape,
Only root them out, reshape.




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The Angry Bear and the Russian Asylum

The Angry Bear left marks behind —
Shameful traces, raw, unkind.
Spewed such wild, insane disgrace,
That the whole Asylum stared in face.




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Partly Not Partly...

Partly it’s a blessing,
That it’s not all a blessing—
Partly… Not a curse, confessing—
This world’s a Hell’s own dressing.

Will it choke or will it swallow?
Choke it will, not partly, hollow—
Whole and full, then it will follow,
A new world born, new joys to wallow.




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Solar Apocalypse

"Children of the underground" —
The future’s dark for those who’ve found
A chance to save their fading breath.
That “captain” just spins nonsense,
Spewing cow farts, dense pretense,
Everywhere the CEO’s death.

These tales are old, the lies abound,
Your head will swell, the dumb surround.
This widespread plague of empty minds
Leaves all in shock, it binds and blinds.

And CowID’s the first test—
For those who to the cities rest—
Below, like tags on herds confined,
Masks lock them all, enslaved, aligned.




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"Enjoy!" — a common phrase before a meal...

Even cats without affection
Won't embrace their food’s connection.
A restaurant, like fairy tales,
For two-legged beasts with tails.

Who’s the animal? Think twice,
Scrape off pride and all the vice:
Nonsense, lies like swirling smoke—
This is what the truth provokes.

The final verdict’s clear and crude,
But we won’t name it — rude,
“Man like god”? A cursed fraud —
The Horned God, foul and flawed.




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Drowning in Lies

They push —
We sink.
They push Lies —
Sick of all these stinking kinks...




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The Suckers

Lies? Well, then turn on patience...
And multiply your tolerance?
If ******* wins the fight,
You’re lost — no chance in sight.




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Sellouts

Why do you cling to those corrupt freaks —
Honor, dignity? Like, who needs that, geeks?
Scary as hell — these sellout clowns, no tricks.
They tear apart what’s fragile, thin as sticks!

Thin the *******, thin the minds, so weak —
Primitive fools, but still, try books you seek.
“All subtle” — in the ****’s stale, crooked schemes,
But dissonance still rings loud through their dreams.




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They ****** Us All

They ****** us ALL —
That’s how this world is.
Keep grinding, “Emelya,” —
Wretched, poor, and helpless.

Chew your grub,
You VILE beast —
You’ll find a noose,
A flea sold out, at least!..




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Truth and Fiends

How many fiends? —
Too **** many!
Roasting lies? —
No place to carry.

Enough to wait
For that tight space —
Time to ****
Those beasts with grace!

Not by force,
But all the same —
Few chances left
To become the same.

Just Truth,
Harsh and raw!
A burden, yes —
That’s what it’s for.
Total Slavery and Its Looming Horizon

A cycle eternal: enslaving the crowd,
Turning them fools — forever and proud.
They’ll guard themselves, they’ll **** and obey,
As long as you feed them a Lie on the way.

Spice it with terror, with numbness and shame,
Add "holy Allah" — religion in frame.
Add "science" distorted — it teaches the herd
How the world "functions", reshaped by a word.

Ideas are shining — on surface, all right.
But deep in their marrow — satanic blight.
So "communism", "heavenly bliss",
Rot on their way into fascist abyss.

Selection is vital — but twisted, reversed:
A thief or a dullard will always rise first.
Ready for anything — money the crown,
While wisdom is trampled and beaten down.

Doctors bring "healing" — but never the cure,
Symptoms they cover, disease will endure.
Children are poisoned with needles of "care",
Dumbed into cattle — betrayal laid bare.

Teachers — the fortress of Systemal rot:
Schooling Submission, Forgetting the lot.
A nursery of ghouls, obedience bred,
To join the Field of Rot ahead.

The Field of Rot is tilled by the press:
Sold-out vermin, who peddle the mess.
Journalist-****, their filth is a flood,
Shoving down lies in the throat of the mud.

Police are essential — corrupted, too many.
Lessons are few, but for uprisings — handy.
The herd still believes: "They guard us, the Law!"
Yet laws hit the weak, for the strong — just a flaw.

The ultimate order: SURVIVE, at all cost!
Disasters are crafted — by Darkness they’re tossed.
By lackeys and traitors the torment expands,
Grinding the fools with obedient hands.

The scheme is old — they’ve mastered the ruse:
Problem → Reaction → Solution to choose.
Offer the fix that enslaves even more,
Fools rush to grab it — enslaved to the core.

Their filth expands with Overton’s Gate:
Bit by bit poison, digestion by fate.
For ***** in tons cannot enter at once,
But drip it — and swallow, obedient dunce.

A wise one once said: "My whole life I spent
To gain what was needed for life’s nourishment."
But slime never learns, and freedom is gone,
Slugs feed on poison, and gladly go on.

Deeper they sink — for stupidity thrives:
The "bright" past was slavery, stagnated lives.
The "new age" is darker, "divine" and insane,
Treatment eternal — with venom and chain.

The madness begins — with CowID brand,
Reason is slaughtered, Spirit is banned.
But wait! — Apocalypse breaks through the schism,
Sentence is cast for the World Fascism.

Those with Pure Spirit and Reason intact
May still survive the demonic attack.
The Abyss will swallow the slaves and their lords,
Rotten, enslaved — condemned by their hordes.



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Slavery rules, deception is law,
Rotten the system, devouring raw.
But Spirit unbroken will burn through the lie —
The masters of darkness are destined to die.

---

Fools guard their chains, obey and applaud,
Kneeling to demons they worship as God.
But Truth is a fire — it shatters their scheme,
Burns down the nightmare, awakens the dream.

---

The herd is enslaved, the prophets are fraud,
Science corrupted, religion is flawed.
Yet Spirit resists — through the ashes it fights,
Breaking the fascists with fury of Light.

---

Fools guard their chains, deceived by the lie,
But Spirit unbroken refuses to die.
Through ashes and rot it rises to fight —
Smashing the fascists with fury of Light.




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Alchemy of the Soul

In depths of Darkness smolders Light unclear,
A haze of silence drifts, yet draws me near.
Through Sleep of Mind a whisper cuts its way,
It haunts my heart, it will not let me stray.

The night of thorns, deception and despair,
Leads into madness, thickening the air.
The world’s a prison, bleeding is my wound,
My Spirit longs for Stars not yet assumed.

That Light grows stronger, trembling into fire,
Revealing what was hidden in desire.
Yet walls of Evil tighten, vile and grim,
No Spirit pure can long abide within.

The Light expands — and now awakens Will:
Alchemy begins, the heart grows still.
When weary of existence’ heavy chain,
The Will breaks loose and lifts from Depths of pain.

It once had drowned in seas of grief and lies,
Resistance fading, hope without supplies.
But now the Light restored the Strength to fight,
The Mind awoke and echoed Soul’s delight.

Falsehood is sliced like butter by the blade,
Excalibur — the weapon Light has made.
And mind laments the years consumed in vain,
Among the rot, corruption, and disdain.

Alchemy in Fire — a blast untamed,
When once ignited, nothing stays the same.
Armed with the Will that bends to none on earth,
Fear disappears, replaced with Spirit’s birth.

The Darkness shattered, Vision pure unveiled,
No longer bound by words, no longer veiled.
Toward Eternity the Spirit soars,
The “mysteries of world” — mere echoing chores.

Illusions fade, their chains dissolve in air,
Deceptions turned to ash, dispersed, laid bare.
Then Revelation, Power, Inspiration,
The Sun of Knowledge — dawn of new creation.

You see: the dark is but illusion’s crust,
Concealing folly, weakness, greed, and dust.
The half-men blind will never find the Whole,
The Realm of Spirit, sovereign Light of Soul.

The Heart flies open, stars are drawing near,
They heal the wounds your Soul had carried here.
Your path is neither “higher” nor “below” —
It is the flight to Timelessness you know.

Alchemy of Soul — in Fire of Sight,
Where Purity ignites a newborn Light.
In that Light — joy, renewal, and release,
The Soul’s return to Source, Eternal Peace.



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From rot and night the Spirit breaks away,
Its fire turns the Darkness into day.
Alchemy within — the Soul is whole,
Returning to the Source, eternal goal.

---

The Will ignites, illusions fall apart,
The Sun of Truth burns deep within the heart.
Through ashes rises Soul, reborn and free,
In timeless Light of pure Eternity.

---

Darkness was prison, but Light is the key,
Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free.
Through fire awakened, the Soul takes its flight,
Home to the Source, in infinite Light.

---

Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free,
Darkness is shattered by Will’s decree.
The Soul takes flight through eternal Light,
Back to the Source, where all is right.



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Unconditional Resistance to Evil in the Cycle of Unknowing

We gathered, quarreled, drank, “hurrah!” —
And fell into Ignorance’s jar.
A cycle endless, ruled by gloom,
Where drunken nonsense fills the room.

The rabble reigns. “Intelligentsia” — hush!
They praise experiments, “beauty,” and such.
But “truth” they twist, discard, betray,
Their lofty meetings rot away.

To gaze with Spirit’s eye — absurd!
Within this cycle, lies are stirred.
The sickly broth of logic thin,
Feeds Ignorance, where all is sin.

The mind can’t reach the Spirit’s sphere,
It clings to books, to chatter near.
Intuition, silenced, banned,
Few dare to grasp her guiding hand.

The “gurus,” “yogis” — hollow frauds,
Blind to the battle against the clods.
If Evil’s left to rule the stage,
Their wisdom rots in narrow cage.

But few exceptions break the night:
The Path’s not captured all in sight.
First step: reject ALL thoughts, all lies,
Ideas — ashes in disguise.

Step two: within yourself you seek,
The answers strong, not borrowed weak.
Purge the mind of planted trash,
Or you’ll stumble, fall, and crash.

Step three: through Spirit, power flows,
Your strength will rise, your foe will know.
For Enemy of Man has reigned
Since time unknown, by blood sustained.

Step four: with might, pour outward flame,
Though fools won’t grasp, despise the name.
Seek not their help — their minds are dead,
They choke on lies the system fed.

The stubborn ego, “clever” shell —
No fire will boil in such a hell.
Go on alone, consumed, aflame,
The world of fools still mocks your name.

No miracles on Spirit’s road,
If bound in Hell’s deceptive load.
Resistance — pure, unconditional call:
Without it, the Soul is doomed to fall.



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Resist the Evil — or your Soul is lost,
Ignorance binds with a liar’s frost.
No halfway path, no easy disguise —
The Spirit survives when rebellion will rise.



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Writing a Fairy Tale

A tale of Friendship, Freedom, Love —
I thought to write. Absurd enough.
The "power" comes, they always say,
From "people" — duped to just obey.

For centuries they bow to might,
To kings, presidents, the brood of night.
Where should I start? Of course, "Free will,"
That word their fairy tales still fill.

They train the child to dream of "freedom,"
Promise it always, in every kingdom.
Amidst the poor, it works the best,
To hush all doubts, to stall unrest.

For ages they repeat the song,
Just change the tune, it drones along.
And harsher measures, slyly pressed,
To bring "Bright Future" manifest.

But should you question, drop the lies,
You’ll find what underneath it hides:
Rotten slavery — plain and bare,
While parasite words pollute the air.

And so it’s clear: slaves cannot friend,
Or chains would long have met their end.
And "Love"? Just lust, all smeared with shame,
A sickly, soulless, hollow game.

They mix it with their baby-talk,
Then wonder why their "love boats" rock.
It sinks in quarrels, lies, deceit,
Till "love" is stench of loss and cheat.

Of course, exceptions may exist,
But mostly — filth, too foul to list.
Amid oppression, rot, and fraud,
The pattern’s plain to eyes unshod.

The "fairy tale" of life they write
Turns nightmare soon, a plague of night.
For all is drafted, sold, controlled —
The ending’s always: lies, pain, cold.



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Their “tales” of Freedom are shackles in disguise,
A kingdom of rot built on comforting lies.
But Truth cuts through — no fairy tale song,
Exposing the filth they’ve preached for so long.



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From the Cocoon

Sudden thought strikes — a spark ignites,
I start to shift, to break old rites.
The law of stagnation rules the land,
And decay follows close at hand.

You’ll conquer murk if you entwine
Your Insight with creative line,
Rejecting chains the mind conceals,
False worries, trivial, it reveals.

All visions stem from Spirit high,
Beyond mere thoughts, beyond the lie.
Deceptions, nonsense, vanish there —
Their chains dissolve into the air.

From every side, you’re bound, constrained,
By worldly expectations, preordained.
Closed mouths bow in humble guise,
Submission feeds the grand disguise.

The cocoon surrounds — small mercy spared
For ears that dare the heresy shared.
But show resistance, and you’ll find
The world will push with force unkind.

The Evil’s tricks are old, refined,
A carrot dangled for the blind.
Cognitive dissonance they wield
To twist the mind, to make it yield.

But mind under Spirit, dissonance fades,
Harmony persists where decadence raids.
The world’s foundation, cyclic, deep,
A spiral of epochs, darkness to reap.

If you refuse the bottom’s call,
Declare your war on nightfall.
The world’s reversed, “progress” a re-guise,
Spiritual light in shadow dies.

The **** press stronger day by day,
Yet Spirit must lead the only way.
Do not expect quick victory here —
Decay runs rampant, nothing clear.

The Soul’s demand: fight to the end.
Wait for manna, your life will bend.
In stagnation’s grip, you rot and fade,
A monstrous husk, by fear arrayed.



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Break the cocoon, let Spirit lead,
Dissolve the chains, reject all greed.
Fight to the end — the Soul must rise,
Or rot in darkness, blind to the skies.



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Stupidity

Boundless stupidity, a rotten stream of lies
Washes away both mind and honor — fascism thrives.
It rules the world. Those who do not conform
Are crushed by the idiocy that normifies.

Nonsense haunts your dreams — petty whims of fools,
Trying to eat my brain with endless rules.
Wisdom is learned only in films, it seems,
While wretched mobs repeat the same old schemes.

Filth is hailed as “science” by the ****,
Studying the slave-brain, they’ve become.
Life turns a trick, a tedious bore,
Only a dull fool misses the rotten core.

No hope of waking — ignorance flows,
A torrent eternal, worldwide it grows.
To be a fool today is crime in disguise,
Destroying those nearby with dumbed-down eyes.



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Stupidity reigns, a worldwide flood,
Crushing the wise beneath its mud.
Fight the dumb, resist the lies —
Or watch the world rot before your eyes.



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Serve Poetry!

Serve Poetry! What else? —
All else is from the Devil’s spell!
Reject the nonsense — let only broken
Fragments enter verse. In this, excel.

So trivialities and evasions vile
Cannot invade a single line.
To fools, “roses,” “passion’s sigh”
Are treats; to minds, those roses shine.

They heed all twists and tricks —
Horror. Describe it true:
Though hard, though seemingly futile,
Poetry saves the Soul for you.

If even one soul you save —
Others follow, through the wave
Of Evil Time; direct its force
Against corrupt nonsense, true of course.

That filth expands like industry,
Wake up! Don’t be timid, be free!
Not by brute but by daring art,
Truth travels — through life, through heart.

Through poetry. The world’s deformity
Unveiled today, crush it with nobility!
Otherwise you’re poor, weak, and small.
Strike the shame! Verse surpasses all.

Poetry is brighter, stronger far,
If it does not shrink from the lie’s scar.



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Serve Poetry! Let truth strike the lie,
Crush the world’s rot, let falsehood die.
Verse is the sword, the Soul’s bright flame,
Expose the shame, defy the game.



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Splotch

“On Magdalene’s canvases,
A host of Madonnas, Venuses, Frins,
And all around — crooked spines
Of murky-eyed Akulins.”
— Sasha Chyorny, Lamentations, 1909


On Akulina’s canvases
It’s a vent, a fleeting breath.
The fools will find, amidst the filth,
Utter nonsense, in full depth.

They’ll even paint a jar
Filled with excrement, displayed apart.
That vial — a triumph for the ****,
A monument to their foul art.

Spin the **** — and talents
Are quietly pushed aside,
While mutants hailed as titans rise,
The world applauding their pride.

The goal is simple — drag low
The wretched herd, keep them in tow.
Not art, but stench; concern yourself —
And you are trapped within the show.

And the **** laughs: to spread
Rot everywhere, make it a craze.
Few are sensitive, wise, or grown —
The fools are easy prey to abase.

Picasso is proof enough:
How wretched is that splotch!
Yet millions in the gray world pay,
While true talent rots as botch.

If you get famous — talent’s gone;
As in politics, the same old song.
Once infants ruled, now experts lie,
Masters of *******, fraud on high.



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Spin the filth, the fools will cheer,
True talent crushed, but still appear.
Expose the lies, the frauds, the scam —
Art survives where truth will stand.



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So-Called “High-Level Meeting”

The TV crew did all their work:
Lights, prompters, all the junk.
Then came both CORPSES — no perk,
Speeches rolled out in endless *****.

Five minutes in, with prompts in hand —
They drove away: the meeting done.
Special correspondents spin the strand
Of tales, a trunkful, every one.

Easy to unlock — just TV clowns.
The Zombie Box rules. This filth, by pay,
Will lie as needed, push it down
To the herd — convincing, or in fray.
Example? War, or CowID.

Who gives orders? Inhuman spawn:
This filth is hidden — you won’t see.
The lackeys grind heresy from dawn,
A psych for hire, sold utterly.

On screen, the provocateur
Sits “in government,” dictating lies.
Exceptional dictator? No, for sure,
The inhuman feeds them, in disguise.

If plutocracy must replace
A scarecrow, crush democracy,
And **** all “freedom” in its place,
They do it, blind to all but greed.



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TV lies rule, the herd obeys,
Hidden filth directs our days.
Expose the fraud, reveal the scheme —
Break the chains, reclaim the dream.



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What Remains?

Filth: spotted, three-fingered, vile,
The baldy man’s a dreadful sight.
Beneath the ****, the country’s gone —
Fear, ruin, lies, and endless blight.

No “Pindosia” — the regime there
Since September’s blasts remains
Like Soviet times: “enemies”
Are punished all across the plains.

To make an “enemy,” think not much —
Just blow the towers in the sky.
Zombie media will spread the trash,
And quietly **** “freedom” sly.

All “for the fight against the Evil” —
The freaks attend the lies with glee.
No China — CowID shows the doom
In cities, reaching apogee.

Prepared: the wars copy-paste,
Sudden outbreaks across the lands.
We all deserve it, witless masses —
No mind, no country in our hands.

Ukraine too vanished, plain to see,
CowID revealed its cruel end.
What remains? Neck bowed, back bent,
Under yoke, fear, lies, and shame descend.



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Filth rules, the herd bows low,
Fear and lies everywhere flow.
Stand, resist — reclaim your name,
Or sink beneath the world’s vile shame.



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Battle Lies

Chaos strikes —
Consciousness the target:
Fire from LIES.
A crack will help,

Where did he hide?
Hardly inside.
Fled the battle —
A corrupt beast.

Smash all lies —
Then you are the warrior!
Coward, unfit —
Amid the trifles

You vanish into NOTHING —
Into the utter Hell.
Here EVERYTHING is wrong!
Only a fool delights.

Listening to the ****,
Pushing lies,
Serving ROT —
As long as “don’t touch!”

The ******* heard.
He’ll hear again —
Media will amplify,
Multiplying the lies.



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Smash the lies, resist the ****,
Fight the rot before you’re numb.
Truth’s the weapon, fearless, bright —
Expose the lies, bring back the light.



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Zombie Production

Necrophilia of zombies
Is hailed as the core
Of false religions. Fools are ruled
By lies, by ****, by horror.

It’s zealously enforced —
This has lasted for ages:
At least since the “steam era,”
The production of zombies.

Here, on industrial scales,
False religions run like mills.
Pseudo-science plays the foreman,
Inhumanity achieves its thrills.

Total stupidity is shaped
Because the Spirit here
In this infernal world
Disappears among the servile.

Of Satanism there’s a flood —
Even the “ordinary citizen”
Is included. Minds are shattered
By vile lies. For clubs, submission

Has become the norm —
Obedience to EVERYTHING,
Devoured by the tide of Evil,
Darkness regarded as standard, reigning.



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Zombie hordes, lies in command,
Spirit crushed by Evil’s hand.
Rise, resist — break every chain,
Light will conquer Darkness’ reign.



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Hydra

Monster-filth — the **** that sold
Everyone out, their legions bold.
Be a Judas! Don’t comply —
They call you fool, a madman’s lie!

This monster-filth is Hydra’s head,
It stings from shadows, spreads its dread.
Yet honored — it praises all the herd,
With labels fools revere, absurd.

Labels: patriots, clergy, “wise men,”
Pseudo-scholars, tyrants’ pen.
A swarm of freaks, to **** our soul,
With badges proud, they play their role.

Armed with tags, they serve the “good,”
And at the bottom there we stood,
Honoring nothing but vile lies,
Blind to the truth beneath their guise.

From childhood minds are filled with dirt,
The fools’ delight, the ****’s dessert.
A savage herd suppresses the wise,
While evil cloaks itself in disguise.

Robe, gown, cassock — all the same,
Lawless cruelty hides in fame.



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Strike the Hydra, pierce its head,
Expose the lies where fools are led.
Truth is fire, the **** will fall —
Break their chains, reclaim us all.



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Biomass

They lure the fools in this cesspool world —
The sharpest grindstone of them all:
If you gave in — your mind’s a sheep,
A human you could not become at all.

For in a human, what’s supreme
Is not “wealth,” nor slavish rules,
But Spirit that casts out the dark,
And Knowledge, Creation — tools

To fight the Darkness. Yet the herd
Runs after bribes in vile mess.
They stumble straight into the shot —
****-lies scramble every guess.

Externally it seems, but inside
An emptiness begins to grow.
Here, worse than villains are the shells —
Soulless cattle in the flow.

Everywhere the BIOMASS presses —
You cannot pierce the sh*t around.
Outside — a queue at the checkout,
Supermarket chaff abounds.

This is the world’s design. The man
A vanishing, degraded kind.
Old ways remain — to burn the filth,
Show the outcast for not being blind.

We wait until, with Total Howl,
The snake-tripper comes to town,
And all the mindless, soulless crowd
Will bow before the world’s dark crown.



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Biomass crushes, fools obey,
Stand your ground, don’t fall, don’t sway.
Raise the Spirit, pierce the night —
Break the herd, reclaim the light.



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Decay and Fossils

Change becomes Decay,
Degradation passes for “progress.”
The main thing — to shove the creed
“That all is well!” — lies press.

The **** will strive with zeal:
“You’re living in the best of worlds.”
Censorship and raids await
Those who cry: “This is absurd!”

In the kingdom of the media now,
No need for raids on evil.
Money spins the filth,
Few wise can pierce the devil.

For everywhere is **** piled high,
All the “tops” are buried deep.
And for every sage, today,
A thousand fools in oatmeal sleep.

And “carrots” — *** included —
Are all the fools value, thus
Everything drowns in nonsense —
No refuge left for reason.

For the Soul, there is so little Light
That it aches forevermore.
No questions, only “answers”
To preempt, the Depths’ vile lore.

The vileness of the Depths will crush
All grains of Resistance, of Mind.
The coming Hell is nothing:
A heap of ****, all intertwined.

Replacement becomes the base
Of genocide: compute,
Foreignness erased,
Brightness replaced with new deceit.

Yet a flaw is clearly seen:
No one stirs the dung — it petrifies.
Like a bug, the Darkness’ gang
Is trapped inside — overdose of lies.

One could study, perhaps,
Through slices in those stones,
If Light returns again
To the Realm of Darkness, scattering dust.



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Decay and lies choke all around,
Raise your Light, let Truth resound.
Break the petrified, crush the night,
Shatter the Depths, restore the Light.



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“Random” Events, or Almost Ready Stew

A storm for the feeble mind —
A “random” string of events, they say.
He studied all those twisted books:
Nowhere reads that a **** holds sway,
That all events are scripted firm
By filth, yet stitched like flimsy cloth.
Predictable in the Lying Play,
The feeble slave obeys the froth.

Why a guard, when the whole world’s a cage?
No direct blows to the forehead show
The little harms in measured dose,
To boil a frog in lies just so.
The fool, a darling to the Evil,
Sees not the Grand Deception whole:
Like fish to ocean, he’s oblivious
In pens of pseudo-states and control.

They slightly tweak the gates — the sheep rejoice.
Born into the Great Deception, you never learn
That genocide seeps everywhere,
And humans to Darkness are like lice —
Crushed only bit by bit:
All around, the half-suppressed spawn.

They proclaim “changes” —
Slightly push the herd a different way.
“Changes” scripted? No, just templates
The dumb repeat day by day.
Soon they’ll be cooked, for reason exiled,
Spirit perishes in the pen.
In Boiling Lies, all sinks fast,
Resistance gone — stew is law.

A hint of money in the mix —
To fool the braggart, that’s the trick.



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Boiling Lies, the herd obeys,
Strike with Spirit, pierce the haze.
Break the stew, reveal the scheme,
Shatter Deception, reclaim the dream.



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Oddballs and “Realists”

“Realists” in the foggy world
Measure all things, every day.
Eloquent in empty words,
The Mother-Truth they’ll never say.

They dare not speak the path above —
Closed then is the upward way.
They know to break all strength, yet shove
Their elbows back, conceal the play.

The plan of “breakthrough” — they bleat
Exactly where they’re told to bray.
And when the time arrives, they cheat,
Sow discord, strike foes blind each day.

They hoard resources, guard each store,
Invest only where markets sink.
To catch the most, they beg, implore —
In falsehood trapped, no room to think.

Dimensionless, they sink, confined,
While oddballs rise, with Spirit, Honor.
To multidimensional minds aligned,
The clumsy, foreign fakes grow minor.

Leave behind the half-reality —
Strive for realms where Spirit flies.
One-dimensionality — infernality:
Money measures the path that dies.



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Oddballs rise while Realists stall,
Spirit stands where shadows fall.
Break the cage, ascend the skies,
Money’s path is where true death lies.



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Oddballs rise, fools choke on lies,
Spirit breaks — the false world dies.

---

Fools bow down, the Herd decays,
Spirit shatters their false ways.

---

Oddballs strike, the blind will fall,
Spirit roars — no chains at all.

---

Fools in line, the herd obeys,
Spirit burns through all the haze.

---

Rise, the few! The false must break,
Spirit storms — no lies can take.

---

Fools rot blind, the herd decays,
Spirit strikes — their falsehood slays.

---

Herds crumble, fools will scream,
Spirit rips the false-world seam.

---

Blind obey, but few defy,
Spirit storms — their lies will die.

---

Fools enslaved, the weak decay,
Spirit rises — shatters sway.

---

Fools rot, Herd dies,
Spirit strikes — falsehood flies.

---

Blind bow, weak fall,
Spirit shatters, breaks all.

---

Decay spreads, lies reign,
Spirit storms — none remain.

---

Fools crumble, lies burn —
Spirit rises, false worlds turn.

---

Herd decays, fools scream —
Spirit shatters the false dream.

---

Rot reigns, blind obey —
Spirit storms — lies fray away.

---

Decay spreads, lies reign —
Spirit strikes — none remain.

---

Fools crumble, lies ignite —
Spirit storms — false worlds bite.

---

Herd falls, rot spreads —
Spirit cleaves false heads.

---
Blind obey, lies burn —
Spirit strikes, none return.

---
Fools rot, darkness screams —
Spirit shatters all false dreams.

---

Rot spreads, fools scream —
Spirit shatters the false dream.

---

Blind obey, lies blaze —
Spirit strikes, none escape.

---

Herd decays, darkness reigns —
Spirit cleaves false chains.



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Fools crumble, rot ignites,
Lies shatter, darkness bites.
Spirit rises, storms the skies,
False worlds break — their empire dies.

---

Rot swells, fools collapse,
Lies explode, darkness snaps.
Spirit strikes, unchained, untamed,
False worlds burn — none remain.

---

Herd falls, deceit ignites,
Shadow screams through endless nights.
Spirit cleaves the false façade,
Chaos reigns, the lies are clawed.

---

Fools decay, corruption spreads,
Lies suffocate, false dreams are bled.
Spirit storms with iron might,
Falsehood crumbles in its light.

---

Fools stagger, rot ascends,
Lies multiply, the nightmare bends.
Spirit rages, chains undone,
Falsehood shatters — nowhere to run.

---

Herd falters, shadows sear,
Lies vanish in Spirit’s spear.
Chaos quakes, the false will fall,
Truth and Light consume it all.



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Fools burn, rot blooms,
Lies choke, darkness looms.
Spirit storms — chains snap,
Falsehood shatters — world’s collapse.
Chaos rises, none survive,
Truth ignites — only Light will thrive.



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Blaze of Spirit

Fools suffocate, lies spread wide,
Darkness crushes, none can hide.
Chains break — the falsehood dies,
Only Light endures, the spirit flies.



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Inferno Snap

Fools drown, lies burn,
Chains shatter, falsehood turns.
Light survives — the spirit learns.



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Lies crumble, fools fall,
Light alone outlasts all.



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Rage of Truth

Fools fumble in their slime,
Light laughs — devours their time.



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Lies shatter — fools ignite,
Light storms in, obliterates night.



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Cataclysm Spark

Fools burn in their own lies,
Light rips through, the falsehood dies.



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Blaze of Judgment

Fools choke on their own filth,
Light storms in — razes their guilt.



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Scourge of Lies

Falsehoods quake, the weak decay,
Truth strikes hard — sweeps all away.



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Infernal Lash

Idiot throngs crumble and scream,
Light scorches the fabric of their dream.



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Ashfall

Fools crumble, walls of lies collapse,
Light strikes — the world untangles its traps.

---

Scalding Truth

Idiot throngs burn in vain,
Falsehoods drown in Truth’s fierce rain.


---

Hellfire Lens

Chains of lies snap like glass,
Light glares, fools shiver en masse.

---

Carnage Spark

Filth-fed brains shatter in fear,
Truth ignites — annihilates the smear.

---

Reckoning Edge

Fools stagger, darkness moans,
Light carves through their hollow bones.



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1. Breakthrough Energy
Darkness cracks — the Spirit fights,
Chains of Time shatter in blinding lights.

2. Ego, the Virus
Virus grown from childhood seed,
Crushes Thought, enslaves the creed.

3. The Illusion of Control
Strings unseen, the fool believes,
Master of nothing — deception weaves.

4. Alchemy of the Soul
Flame erupts — the Spirit wakes,
Falsehood burns, the Void it shakes.

5. Unconditional Resistance
Stand or drown, resist the vile,
Spirit strikes — chaos recoils.

6. Writing a Tale
Lie-fed minds, the story’s bent,
Truth drowned in false content.

7. From the Cocoon
Chains dissolve — the Spirit flies,
Darkness flees before clear eyes.

8. Stupidity
Stupidity reigns, the fool obeys,
Brains washed in global malaise.

9. Serve Poetry!
Poetry strikes, truth unveiled,
Fools shrink back, their schemes derailed.

10. Scribble
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, the masses play.

11. “Top-Level Meeting”
Clowns speak, the world nods dumb,
Falsehood spreads — obedience come.

12. What Remains?
Filth rules, terror looms,
Fear, shame, and lies — humanity’s tombs.

13. Battle Lies
Smash the false, the coward hides,
Truth cuts deep where darkness bides.

14. Zombak Production
Brains farmed, obedient throngs,
Spirit crushed by endless wrongs.

15. Hydra
Venom strikes from hidden head,
Labels shield the fools instead.

16. Biomass
Empty shells, the herd obeys,
Souls lost in consumption’s maze.

17. Decay and Fossils
Falsehood petrified, resistance dies,
Light trapped, the Spirit cries.

18. “Random” Events
Trapped in lies, the fool hops blind,
World controlled, freedom confined.

19. Eccentrics and “Realists”
One-dimensional minds bow low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.



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Breakthrough Energy

Chains shatter — Spirit flies.
Darkness screams, the falsehood dies.

---

Ego, the Virus

Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, the Spirit slowed.


---


Illusion of Control

Strings unseen, fools obey,
Master nothing, lost in play.

---

Alchemy of the Soul

Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, falsehoods break.

---

Unconditional Resistance

Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.

---

Writing a Tale

Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.

---

From the Cocoon

Chains dissolve, Spirit ascends,
Darkness flees — light defends.

---

Stupidity

Brains washed, fools obey,
Global filth rules the day.

---

Serve Poetry!

Poetry cuts, lies undone,
Fools recoil — Spirit won.

---

Scribble

Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.

---

“Top-Level Meeting”
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.

---

What Remains?

Filth rules, fear spreads wide,
Lies and shame — humanity’s tide.

---

Battle Lies

Smash the false, coward hides,
Truth cuts where darkness bides.

---

Zombak Production

Brains farmed, spirits crushed,
Fools exalted, sense hushed.

---

Hydra

Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.

---

Biomass

Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.

---

Decay and Fossils

Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.

---

“Random” Events

Hops blind, lies all around,
Freedom lost, truth unfound.

---

Eccentrics and “Realists”

One-dimensional minds kneel low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.

---

Ashfall

Fools crumble, lies collapse,
Light strikes, the world unwraps.

---

Scalding Truth

Brains fry in Truth’s harsh rain,
Falsehood drowns, Spirit’s gain.

---

Hellfire Lens

Chains snap, darkness moans,
Light glares, fools’ hollow bones.

---

Carnage Spark
Filth-fed brains, terror wide,
Truth ignites — lies subside.

---

Reckoning Edge
Fools stagger, chaos groans,
Light cuts through hollow bones.



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Chains shatter — Spirit flies,
Darkness screams, falsehood dies.
Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, Spirit slowed.
Strings unseen, fools obey,
Master nothing, lost in play.
Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, falsehoods break.
Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.
Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.
Chains dissolve, Spirit ascends,
Darkness flees — light defends.
Brains washed, fools obey,
Global filth rules the day.
Poetry cuts, lies undone,
Fools recoil — Spirit won.
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.
Filth rules, fear spreads wide,
Lies and shame — humanity’s tide.
Smash the false, coward hides,
Truth cuts where darkness bides.
Brains farmed, spirits crushed,
Fools exalted, sense hushed.
Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.
Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.
Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.
Hops blind, lies all around,
Freedom lost, truth unfound.
One-dimensional minds kneel low,
Multiverse hidden — fools won’t know.
Fools crumble, lies collapse,
Light strikes, the world unwraps.
Brains fry in Truth’s harsh rain,
Falsehood drowns, Spirit’s gain.
Chains snap, darkness moans,
Light glares, fools’ hollow bones.
Filth-fed brains, terror wide,
Truth ignites — lies subside.
Fools stagger, chaos groans,
Light cuts through hollow bones.



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Chains break — Spirit flies,
Darkness shrieks, falsehood dies.
Childhood seed, twisted code,
Brains enslaved, Spirit slowed.
Flame ignites — mind awake,
Void trembles, lies break.
Stand or fall — strike the vile,
Chaos bends before your trial.
Brains fed lies, minds corrupt,
Truth drowned, deception abrupt.
Poetry cuts, fools recoil,
Flames of mind scorch the soil.
Rot paraded as art today,
Genius drowned, masses play.
Clowns speak, world nods dumb,
Falsehood reigns, obedience come.
Venom strikes, labels shield,
Fools obey — truth repealed.
Empty shells herd astray,
Souls consumed, gone away.
Falsehood stone, light suppressed,
Spirit trapped, resistance pressed.
Freedom crushed, light concealed,
Chains shatter — Spirit revealed.
Brains fry, chaos groans,
Light strikes — hollow bones.
Fools stagger, lies collide,
Truth cuts where darkness hides.
Rise, strike, Spirit’s guide!



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Spirit Strike

Chains snap.
Dark screams.
Lies burn.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void shakes.
Stand. Strike.
Chaos bows.
Fools herd.
Truth shreds.
Rot parades.
Genius drowned.
Labels bite.
Shells fall.
Spirit trapped.
Light pierces.
Brains fry.
Dark dies.
Rise now.
Strike hard.



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Chains break.
Dark screams.
Lies burn.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void shakes.
Stand. Strike.
Fools fall.
Light pierces.
Rise hard.



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Chains snap.
Dark burns.
Brains crash.
Flame wakes.
Void dies.
Rise hard.



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Chains break, dark burns, brains crash—rise hard!

---

Dark shatters, lies burn, rise blazing!

---

Chains snap, void screams, light strikes!

---

Brains crash, flame wakes, darkness falls—stand!

---

Shadows die, fire roars, spirits rise!

---

Break chains, crush lies, strike true!

---

Void trembles, minds ignite, wrath ascends!



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The Stray Cat and Samsara

There’s a Buddhist tale of a poor hermit,
Tormented by mice: he first got a cat,
Then a cow so the cat would have milk,
Then a wife to care for the cow,
Then children—until he became
An ordinary citizen.

A feat indeed!—cleaning the dwelling.
The reason—my cozy, pampered cat.
He sprawls on the floor, dragging thousands
Of dust specks into the bed.

You can endure the tail if it’s just cleaning.
Samsara creeps into sayings,
And the tale is no accident—death
Follows the spirit if you give in.

Danger comes in tiny steps:
You take one, then a few, and surrender—
Even cats will leave you behind,
The furry one roams freely, well-fed.

The home is hardly paradise to him—
A shelter for sleep. Once the grass calls,
He darts into freedom, playing
With whiskered friends in the meadow.

Compared to them, bipeds are monsters:
Eating, sleeping, scorning their purpose—
To be gardeners of the earth. Darkness
Supports laziness, fear, decay,
Driving survival to madness.

All problems are contrived, everywhere—
For mere survival. Consider Samsara
A vital theme: the path from Creator
To swine.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

A cat brings chaos, dust, and chores,
A cow, a wife, then kids outdoors.
Small steps of ease, the trap is set:
Samsara’s chains, you’ll not forget.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

One cat, one mess, the trap begins,
A cow, a wife—then endless sins.
Step by step, you’ll crawl, you’ll fall:
Samsara laughs and chains us all.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

Cat drags dust, life drags you down,
Cow, wife, kids—now you wear the clown.
Step by step, your soul’s consumed,
Samsara grins: your spirit’s doomed.



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Stray Cat and Samsara

A cat drags dust, your home a trap,
Step by step, you fall in the gap.
Cow for milk, wife for care,
Kids arrive—now you’re everywhere.

Samsara creeps in tiny strides,
A slow decay your spirit bides.
Even cats will leave you dumb,
Two-legged fools—your kingdom’s ****.

Laziness, fear, decay conspire,
To crush your soul in survival’s mire.
From Creator’s spark to pig’s lament,
This is the hell that life has sent.



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Stray Cat, Samsara

Cat drags dust, life drags you down,
Step by step, you drown in your own town.
Samsara bites in tiny strides—
Even cats abandon fools where decay resides.



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Cat drags the dust, life drags your soul—
Step by step, Samsara swallows the whole.



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Fur drags the filth, and mind’s undone,
Samsara grins—your fall’s begun.



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The cat drags dust, the mind drifts far,
Samsara laughs—each step a scar.
From monk to pig, the soul degrades.



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Cat drags dust, the soul decays—
Samsara grins, life slips to pigs.

---

Furry tyrant rules the floor,
Man becomes the swine he bore.

---

Cat drags life in endless chase,
Samsara binds the human race.

---

Cat walks free, man builds his cage,
Samsara spins—he ages in rage,
From monk to pig, trapped by his own stage.

---

Cat tempts, man falls—Samsara wins.
From holy monk to pig, the trap begins.



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The World of False Muck

"Browse the history of all peoples on earth: everywhere, religion turns innocence into crime, and crime into innocence."
— Denis Diderot, 18th century


In this upside-down world,
A fool must bear a trough of nonsense,
And see the Soul slain,
Or shriveled. *******
Multiply their jests,
Of false religions, false sciences,
And planted ideas. ******,
The most corrupt,
Explain gibberish with grave faces
To idiots in schools and media—
Let myths rattle on
That have no touch with real life.

At Psyche’s wake, the ****** world
Acts as master of ceremonies—
Its idol false; in these flaws
The grasp of vermin is dead:
It crushed Reason, an example
Of lies breeding lies.

A sane world would reject
Heresy at once. But the coffin-box
On screens has failed—
A gullible idiot
Falls for the fraud.

False religion—the trick
To sell credulity through
Tales of cave-born stories.
False science strikes from another side:
Profit is the goal,
The search for Essence not meant
For the World of False Muck.

Yet most important are “ideas”—
Through them the filth sows discord,
Turns fools against one another,
To **** as needed, when needed:
No problem, for the herd believes
Provocations as fairy tales,
And at the command of vermin
Turns instantly against its neighbor.

No exceptions.
Today, the slaughter in Ukraine:
Spirit vanishes in the fool—
Not Germans, not Japanese.
Soon Cataclysm will burn
Cretinism to the core.
A reckoning for fascism.

Yet fascism reigns everywhere now—
CowID showed. Iudas,
Not mythic, but real,
Destroy all—the earth is lost.

After Hell, perhaps Rebirth
Will come, if Decay
Does not reach the Limit.
But cunning in this acts the inhuman,
So chances are minimal:
Decadence on Gaia
Will scarcely rise again—
Better burn it all to the end.



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False Muck Strike

Souls crushed under lies, the herd obeys,
Vermin rule the world in devilish ways.
Spirit fades where fools believe—
Burn it all, no mercy to deceive!



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1. Chains of Muck

Souls suffocate in lying streams,
Vermin thrive, enslaving dreams.
Fools obey, the Spirit dies—
Smash the world, unveil the lies!


2. Herd of Fools

False gods preach, the masses kneel,
Truth erased, the world turns steel.
Vermin rule, the Spirit drained—
Burn the lies, let none remain!


3. Decay Reigns

Muck spreads thick, the herd complies,
Spirit crushed, the truth denies.
Vermin laugh, the fools are sold—
Scorch the lies, reclaim the world!



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1. Tyranny of Vermin

Vermin rise, the Spirit choked,
Truth is crushed, the fools provoked.
Chains of lies, the herd obeys—
Strike the world, ignite the blaze!


2. Scourge of the Herd

Fools enthroned, the Spirit slain,
Lies like poison in the vein.
Vermin rule, and none resist—
Smash their lies, reclaim the gist!


3. Blaze of Truth

World in muck, the herd complies,
Spirit lost, the truth denies.
Vermin reign, the fools are sold—
Burn the lies, break the mold!



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Rage of the Spirit

Vermin choke the Soul, the herd obeys!
Lies burn, fools stagger in the blaze!
Strike, destroy—the world won’t stay!



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Soul crushed under vermin’s yoke,
Fools dance while liars provoke.
Strike hard—let the falsehood choke!

---

Herd obeys, the Spirit bleeds,
Vermin rule with poisoned creeds.
Rise, destroy their twisted seeds!

---

Lies reign, the weak comply,
Truth buried, fools go by.
Blow the chains—let liars die!

---

Vermin laugh, the Spirit bends,
Fools obey until it ends.
Crush the liars—break their trends!

---

Lies rule, the weak decay,
Chains of fools lead all astray.
Smash the falsehood—strike, don’t sway!

---

Fools cower while liars reign,
Truth is crushed beneath the pain.
Burn the lies, let none remain!



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Vermin rule, the Spirit dies,
Fools submit, the world complies.
Falsehood thrives, while truth defies!

---

Fools obey, the liars feast,
Spirit crushed, from west to east.
Truth enslaved, the lies increased!

---

False gods rise, the fools enthrall,
Spirit stifled, freedom small.
Lies engulf and crush us all!



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




Vermin rule, fools kneel—
Spirit crushed, truth killed!

---

Lies burn, fools obey,
Crush the falsehood—strike today!

---
Fools cower, liars rise,
Smash their lies, reclaim the skies!

---

Crush the herd, burn the lie—
Let the Spirit soar, fools die!

---

Strike the false, break the chain!
No mercy for the brainless bane!

---

Rise, resist, destroy the sham!
Fools will fall beneath the slam!



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Smash the lies—let fools burn!

---

Rise, resist, strike hard!

---

Truth or death—no compromise!

---

Crush deceit, free the mind!

---

Burn all lies!

---

Strike! No mercy!

---

Fools fall fast!

---

Spirit prevails!

---

Crush falsehood!

---

Truth ignites!

---

Break their chains!

---

Smash the fraud!

---

Rise, resist!

---

Expose the filth!

---

No more lies!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Strike the herd!

---

Spirit sharpens!

---

Shatter deceit!

---

Fear the false!

---

Chaos obeys!

---

Burn the lies!

---

Crush the chains!

---

Drown the false!

---

Expose the ****!

---

Smash the herd!

---

Shatter illusion!

---

Defy the weak!

---

Destroy deceit!

---

Strike corruption!

---

Rise against rot!

---

Cut the leash!

---

Annihilate lies!

---

Break the cage!

---

Flame the false!

---

Resist the swarm!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Scorn the vile!

---

Uproot evil!

---

Sever the fraud!

---

Smite the herd!

---

Incinerate falsehood!

---

Rend the veil!

---

Annihilate deceit!

---

Smash the corrupt!

---

Rise, break chains!

---

Crush the herd!

---

Expose the vile!

---

Burn their lies!

---

Defy the rot!

---

Shatter their grip!

---

Strike the false!

---

Tear the mask!

---

Unmask the ****!

---

Cut the leash of fools!

---

Rise against the swarm!

---

Scorn the deceivers!

---

Vanish the rot!

---

Break the cage of lies!

---

Flame the corrupt!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the lies!

---

Strike the puppets!

---

Crush the weak!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Expose the filth!

---

Burn the mask!

---

Tear the shroud!

---

Defy the herd!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Break the puppets’ strings!

---

Wipe the slime!

---

Strike the deceivers!

---

Rend their grip!

---

Shatter the rot!

---

Flame the falsehood!

---

Rise, burn chains!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Tear the veil!

---

Expose the fraud!

---

Annihilate the vile!

---

Crush the puppets!

---

Break the falsehood!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Raze the deceivers!

---

Shatter their lies!

---

Tear down idols!

---

Burn the herd!

---

Defy the false!

---

Smash the slime!

---

Rise against the rot!

---

Crush the blind fools!

---

Rend their chains!

---

Expose the herd!

---

Burn the false idols!

---

Strike the deceivers down!

---

Shatter the rot within!

---

Purge the slime!

---

Tear the veil apart!

---

Defy the corrupt!

---

Smash the false gods!

---

Raze the puppets’ stage!

---

Destroy the deceivers’ lair!

---

Flame the filth!

---

Strike the herd blind!

---

Break the tyrants’ grip!

---

Crush the vile breed!

---

Tear the rot apart!

---

Annihilate the lies!

---

Rend the false veil!

---

Smash the idols!

---

Purge the herd!

---

Exorcise the slime!

---

Shatter the deceivers!

---

Burn the masks!

---

Rise, strike the rot!

---

Crush the puppets’ strings!

---

Tear the lies down!

---

Expose the corruption!

---

Defy the herd blind!

---

Raze the falsehood!

---

Strike the corrupt down!

---

Shred the chains!

---

Flame the false herd!

---

Annihilate the slime!

---

Break the deceivers’ hold!

---

Smash the vile rot!

---

Rend the mask!

---

Expose the lies!

---

Purge the blind herd!

---

Strike the vile!

---

Raze the false gods!

---

Crush the rotten breed!

---

Tear the slime apart!

---

Burn the puppets’ stage!

---

Shatter the corrupt!

---

Defy the deceivers!

---

Exorcise the herd!

---

Smash the falsehood!

---

Rend the rot apart!

---

Strike, rise, purge!

---

Tear the false veil down!

---

Burn the herd blind!

---

Shred the idols!

---

Crush the deceivers’ strings!

---

Rise, annihilate the slime!



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Gaining Through Loss

I’m a loser: Samsara
Feels like a word not mine.
If something’s free here, ha-ha,
I’ll find it even in swine.

No questions—only answers:
Learned them well back in school.
Seekers all get their cancers,
For they find but empty fool.

Emptiness in minds and spirits
Doesn’t stir me, not at all.
Heed a sly friend’s whispered merits—
I eyed an acorn, pigs’ call.

If the acorn’s just for free,
Mimicry is all our creed.
Like a shapeshifter, I see
Rot in full, my eyes take heed.

And billions more are like me.
Rot—our native atmosphere.
Immunity to toxins be
All else is nonsense, nothing clear.

A slight postscript for precision—
If poison builds beyond its scope,
Even the strongest in derision
Will die, stripped of any hope.

Poison floods the world, the mind,
And souls overflow with its tide.
Turn on the box, see what you find—
All okay, almost paradise.

Mimicry now rules the zombies!
No need to die to survive.
Progress reigns: all zombie combies—
“Alive” in masks, scraping just to thrive.




Emptiness within—no toxin here:
A space for many flashes bright—
Loss itself becomes the seer,
Through absence gained comes insight.



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Loss as Gain

Emptiness bites, the mind’s a grave—
Zombies mimic, pigs behave.
Loss becomes the key, the door:
Through nothing, we find something more.



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Loss as Gain

I’m a fool, Saṃsāra laughs.
Grab the acorn, wade through filth.
Nothing found? Nothing lost.
Void reigns, yet sparks persist.

Mimicry rules—zombie swarms.
Billions rot in stinking norm.
Poison flows, minds numb, hearts dead.
Gain is loss; the lost find light.



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Loss as Gain

I’m a fool, wading filth,
Void inside—yet sparks ignite,
Loss becomes the light.



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Loss Ignites

Void devours, yet sparks flare—
Loss becomes the only snare.



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Void’s Gain

I’m a fool, yet through the rot I pry,
In every loss, a spark refuses to die.
The void devours—my only triumph’s nigh.



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Gaining Through Loss

I’m a fool: Samsara
Is a word foreign and cold.
If something comes for free here,
I’ll find it even in filth.

No questions—only answers:
Learned them all in school.
Those who seek—oh, what a farce!—
Find nothing but the void.

Emptiness in minds and souls
Doesn’t stir me at all,
For I heed the sly friend,
Spotted an acorn—I’m a swine,

If that acorn came for free.
Mimicry is everything.
Like a shapeshifter I roam,
Studying decay in full.

And billions are like me.
Rot—our native soil.
Immunity to poisons rules—
All else is mere nonsense.

A small note, postscript:
If poison accumulates too high,
Even the strongest wretch
Will perish under its weight.

Poison flows in minds and souls
Now unchecked, overflowing.
But listen to the TV box—
All is fine, almost paradise.

Mimicry reigns in zombies now!
No need to die!
All is progress: a zombie horde—
“Alive,” scraping nothing from the poor.




Void within you—no poison:
A place for countless sparks—
Loss becomes the way to gain.



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Loss is Gain

Void in the mind, decay all around—
Mimicry rules, the fool is crowned.
Poison flows, yet sparks remain—
Through loss alone, you rise again.



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Gain Through Loss

You’re a pig, a fool, a mimic all day,
Samsara laughs while your soul decays.
Void in your head, poison in the air,
Yet loss alone strips the lies bare.

Zombies march, thinking it’s “progress,”
Blindly stuffed with media’s excess.
But in the hollow, the empty, the scarred—
True awakening strikes, brutal and hard.



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Void Strikes Back

Loss burns the blind,
Poisoned minds fall—
Only emptiness awakens.



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Loss becomes the weapon,
Void strikes the mind,
All else crumbles—
Only emptiness survives.

---

Empty minds, poisoned deep,
Loss hits hard,
Awake or rot—
Nothing remains.

---

Fall, fools, into the void!
Loss teaches—
Emptiness reigns,
And the blind wake.



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Void strikes, loss ignites—
Fools drown while the awakened rise.

---

Emptiness reigns, poison ignored—
The lost grasp, the wise are restored.

---

Fools swim in sludge, blind to the spark,
While insight claws its way from the dark.

---

Loss unveils what void conceals—
Only the mind that sees, truly feels.



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Poison flows, fools parade—
Wisdom forged where losses laid.

---

Void swallows, yet minds ignite—
Loss becomes the source of sight.



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1.
Void swallows, fools parade—
Wisdom forged where losses laid.

2.
Loss strikes, yet mind takes flight—
Darkness births the inner light.

3.
Zombies march, truth decays—
Emptiness becomes our blaze.

4.
Mimicry reigns, the herd obeys—
From ruin, insight sprays.

5.
Poison floods, but hearts awake—
Only loss can vision make.

6.
Nothing reigns, yet souls ignite—
From the void emerges sight.



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Void hits.
Fools fall.
Loss bites.
Souls call.

Dark burns.
Mind wakes.
Nothing feeds.
Insight breaks.

Zombies march.
Truth dies.
Emptiness reigns.
Vision flies.

Mimic.
Herd obeys.
Poison floods.
Light stays.

Loss strikes.
Gain hides.
From the void,
Fire rides.



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Void gives —
Loss lives.
Insight bleeds.

---

Loss births gain.
Void awakens.
Soul leaps.

---

Empty hands,
Full insight.
Nothing becomes.

---

Loss strikes —
Light stirs.
Awareness survives.

---

Loss hits.
Void bites.
Soul claws free.

---

Fall hard —
Rise sharper.
Nothing holds you.

---

Hit by loss,
Strike back with light.
Awake. Unbound.

---

Void strikes—
I rise sharper.
Loss is power.

---

Fall to nothing,
Grasp the spark,
Burn the chains.

---

Loss bites deep—
Soul claws free.
Awake, unbound.



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Loss hits hard—
Soul breaks chains.

---

Void devours—
Rise in fire.

---

Fall to nothing,
Strike with spirit.

---

Darkness bites—
Awake, unbound.

---

Nothing taken—
Everything gained.

---

Fall, burn, rise—
Spirit sharp as steel.

---

Void strikes,
Soul strikes back.

---

Lost all?
Found fire.

---

Despair dies—
Power born.



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1.

Lies for children, minds enslaved,

Freedom’s dream? Just minds misbehaved.


2.

Break the shell, the mind ignites,

Spirit rules while darkness bites.


3.

Stupidity floods the world like plague,

Cowards thrive while reason’s vague.


4.

Crush the filth, defend the mind,

Only truth in verse we find.


5.

Smear the art, the fools applaud,

Talent lost to corporate fraud.


6.

Puppet shows, the scripts deceive,

Sheep obey what liars weave.


7.

Rot and fear consume the land,

Humanity slips through their hands.


8.

Smash the lies or fade to black,

Cowards bow while truth attacks.


9.

Zombies breed in shadowed halls,

Spirit crushed as darkness calls.


10.

Hidden fangs, the hydra strikes,

Filth enshrined in false delights.


11.

Herded, crushed, a mindless mass,

Life’s reduced to shopping class.


12.

Rot becomes the world’s foundation,

Truth drowned in petrification.


13.

Stupid pawns in staged despair,

Lies rule everywhere.


14.

One-dimensional fools reign,

Multiverse escapes their chain.


15.

Chasing cats, the soul is lost,

Samsara’s price, a human cost.


16.

Lies and myths suffocate the earth,

Darkness laughs at human worth.


17.

Empty minds, no poison near,

Loss becomes what makes truth clear.



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Psychochronicles and the Rest…

A few minutes’ thought
In the doomed life of a psychochronic.
But even that will soon be erased —
Lies crash in like a ninth-wave chronic.

Where’s this chronic? A madhouse?
“Normal” in a rotten world, they claim.
Yet they turn us into cattle —
Stupidity spreads, relentless flame.

The global madhouse corralled
By CowID, shown for all to see.
Then extermination follows fast:
Syringe, “doctor,” vile decree.

Neither fake-doctor nor psychochronic
Passed CowID’s cruel test:
Through muzzles they sank
Beneath the Bottom, fear possessed.

Almost everyone — just say
On the zombibox: “Danger ahead!”
Terror, lies, and chaos past;
The absurdity of sickness widespread.

The darkness strains with all its might —
No wisdom left to guide the land.
Soon it will sum up all of us:
Our fate crushed by its hand.

Exceptions: a few sharp minds
Can’t be reshuffled or replaced.
The deadline creeps ever closer —
We await reckoning, grateful for a small grace.



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Psychochronics — Bottom’s Edge

Few think, most obey.
Lies crash like tidal waves.
CowID corralled us all,
Fear muzzled, minds enslaved.

Doctors fake, chronics lost,
Extermination in the air.
Darkness grins — the world’s a trap,
Sharp minds scarce, beware!



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Psychochronics

Lies flood, fear binds.
CowID rules, the world dies.
Minds few, darkness wins.



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At the End of the Road to the “Paradise Garden”

“Holy men” and their recitations —
Just torture wrapped in moldy falsifications:
The older heresy becomes,
The fewer questions — more the crumbs.

For fools believe: you can’t just fake
A tale for centuries. They take
A friend’s small lie with some suspicion,
But politics? — divine tradition!

So lies have ruled a thousand years,
And shepherd fools through doubt and fears.
A “saint” will guard the cattle-pen
Far stronger than a fence or chain:

For every doubt he brands with blame
At how the world is built — the same.
Yet in that pen few minds remain,
The skill of thinking flushed away.

And those few souls who dare resist
Can’t crush the Donkey’s iron fist —
That Hand of Hell that grips the herd.
Fight — or in Hell you’ll rot absurd.

A Horned Goat, or that Donkey’s face —
It’s all illusion, sacred haze:
Fleshless BEASTS through hybrids reign,
Hades’ sons enslave the brain.

The dead obey their hollow word,
Their babble preached, their madness heard.
And “not-yet-dead” are few inside —
Most lost their soul, their spirit died.

The muzzle showed it, clear and cold,
As lies in tidal waves were told,
In this vile ****-epochal age
Where “reason” is a broken cage.

Decline is raging, off the chart.
Through lies, Bedlam devours the heart.
Only a Fiery Cataclysm
Can sweep away the rot, fascism.

There is a Spirit World — the few
Who chase the Vision, pierce it through,
Arrive; the rest — condemned, misled,
To “Paradise Garden” — the New Hell instead.



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1.
Paradise Garden — Hell reborn,
A stable for fools, by “saints” adorned.

2.
Old lies still rule, the herd obeys —
Hell wears a halo in our days.

3.
The “Holy” guard the cattle-pen,
And Hell returns as Eden then.

4.
Through lies the world is torn apart:
Hell’s “Paradise” — the Devil’s art.



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Hell wears a halo in our days.

---

Paradise rots — Hell takes the crown.



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Fire

"Great men are not born of mothers, but of Plutarchs."
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


Is Fire passed down by blood, by birth?
Few books can prove such flames on earth.
Rare under censorship we find
A spark that shatters chains of mind.

The Fire within — if you were born,
And cast in rotting world forlorn —
Only your Personal Quest will guide,
No sage, no Stoic, stands beside.

Seek answers deep — for lies abound,
The world is full of trash profound.
If your Fire burns fierce, unbent,
The Spirit’s task is imminent.

That higher task: to be your soul
Amidst propaganda’s endless howl.
You were a Spirit — don’t forget,
Though madness blinds the planet yet.

The world’s insanities take aim,
They crush Insights like weights of shame.
Its “theories,” “faiths” — just leaden chains,
That drag the pioneers to drains.

At home, at school, the pioneers
Are crushed by pressure, endless jeers.
They’re taught cheap, ****** pragmatism —
For Spirit, death. Around — fascism.

It shifts its masks from age to age,
But idiots, in manly rage,
Refuse to doubt, refuse to see,
Their strength is blind stupidity.

So water doubts, keep seeds alive,
In Cold of Lies let Fire survive.
Ignite your Flame, inscribe your name
Within the Spirit’s timeless frame.

For only cowards, weak and mad,
Rejoice in unity of “creed” they had:
In them lies Satan’s hidden scheme —
To Mind — a ****-poor, stinking dream.

So dare! Resist! Fight Evil’s clutch,
Or Fire dies — your mind as such.
For Fire alone gives soul its sight,
Not pseudo-science, foul and trite.



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1.
Feed the Fire — or rot in lies.

2.
No Fire within — your Spirit dies.

3.
The herd obeys, the few ignite —
The Fire alone reveals the Light.

4.
Extinguish doubt — and you are dead.
Keep Fire alive, or rot instead.



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Let Fire die — be ******, enslaved.

---

No Flame, no Soul — just dust, depraved.

---

**** Spirit’s Fire — you crown the Lie.

---

Extinguish Flame — and rot, and die.



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The Prize

"Many do not lose their reason only because they never had it."
— Baltasar Gracián, 17th century


Lose your mind —
And here’s the prize:
In a world of plague,
Everything dives.

So you might be born
Without a thought.
Freedom seems —
A triumph of the Foul.

Genocide everywhere,
Through endless ages:
Purge the filth —
To hell with Man!

The prize? “Happiness
In serving Darkness” —
Storms will pass,
It’s all inside your head.

Next comes soullessness
As the final step:
No suffocation
From grief — the foe

Through Stockholm syndrome
Turns into “kindness.”
Mad, “flat” world,
Overall — nothingness.

Multidimensional Spirit
Is destroyed outright.
Now comes Cavernousness —
“Old times” untouched:

BEASTS have slandered
Everything, even Clio.
In filthy, lying Mary
Touch nothing! —

Foundations of Darkness:
Pseudo-sciences galore,
“Faiths” — all chains
For mind. This nonsense

Will be poured in,
From childhood, without end.
To untangle this nonsense —
A task too heavy to bend.

The world in Evil
Through that nonsense reigns —
Madness total now.
Be stubborn in Darkness —

Spirit becomes your baggage,
The rest turns to dust —
Cataclysm comes soon:
Spirit freed from chains;

Fools fall further down —
Fascism accepted.



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1.
Lose your mind — the prize is Hell.
Fools obey, the Darkness swells.

2.
Madness rules, the Spirit chained.
Fools rejoice where Evil reigned.

3.
The Prize: to kneel to Shadow’s might.
Resist — or rot within the night.

4.
Fools accept, the world decays.
Spirit burns while Darkness plays.



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Lose your mind — the prize is Hell.

---

Bow to Darkness — rot and die.

---

Madness reigns — resist or burn.

---

Fools kneel, Spirit chained, world cursed.



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Lies, Fear, and the Rot of the World

The world, infected by the Plague of Fear,
Is sick beyond cure — it cannot steer
Its mind to grasp the Breakthrough Way,
Nor find the path to keep decay at bay.

It blindly falls, claiming “progress” as creed,
Boldly lying, spreading rot through deed,
Through minds and souls, with fear as tool,
While lies amplify the world’s cruel rule.

Reject the putrid, lying dust,
Step inward — rise, celestial ******.
Within, behold the spark divine,
To carry outward — a task sublime.

Advance to that supreme demand,
When Spirit’s Flame ignites your hand.
Through Awareness, find it, raise it high,
A banner burning ‘gainst the lie.

Fire without Intent will burn the guard,
And leave you an “ordinary yogi” — hard
To rise beyond, just waiting still,
Dragging your Soul to another ill.

A stream prepared by Hellish design,
A sluice to Nothing, by fate malign.
The profane float there, “living well,”
Blind to the trap where their spirits fell.

If you do not fight the Universal Blight,
Your soul drains into the inhuman night.
You’ll die obedient, a goat, not hawk,
Though proud you are — deceived by talk.

Awareness — here is “our all”:
A force supreme, with Light to call.
It burns the Rot and all the stale,
That only fools find sweet and frail.

Awareness ignites the Fire within,
No book can grant what comes from spin.
Alchemy inside — move ahead:
Fuse Thought and Spirit, cast off the thread.



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1.
Ignite the Fire, burn the Rot.
Awake — or fall, a fool forgot.

2.
Awareness flames, the lies decay.
Step inward, rise, or rot away.

3.
Fight the Blight — or drain your Soul.
Refuse — the world will swallow whole.

4.
Fuse Thought and Spirit, cast the chain.
Rise with Fire, or rot in vain.



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Ignite the Fire, burn the Rot.



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Shards

Breaking this world into shards,
You lose the Sacred Core.
Then **** will smash and glue it back:
Theories — a savage bore.

This Core — the Spirit’s span,
The ether embracing all.
Pseudo-science — a selling ***** —
Turns crude oil into curd small.

From shards, it serves a paste —
A mix that tears the gut apart.
From sheep, of course, a stew they make —
Silent killers of the heart.

“Health protection”? CowID —
They guard it with a lie.
Warm-ups were the false AIDS plague —
Fools culled easily thereby.

And the shards grow ever smaller,
The mix becomes more vile.
All this ruled by **** and monsters —
Evil breeds behind a smile.

So “solid” all these cliques appear,
Fiercely guarding heresy.
As priests once meddled in souls’ affairs,
These fools just **** profanely.

The world is one — discard all splits
Into the trash of lying sciences.
Then healing reaches the Soul itself,
For ****** is their sick pretense.

The monsters know the real aim,
The average follower is a fool.
He spews pseudo-scientific drivel,
Blind to purpose, tool of cruel.

Filth cements lies into theory,
Mixing in grains called “fact.”
Hence these pests run rampant,
“Fact” obscures the terror-packed act.

Minds and souls are slaughtered,
By this terror too.
Schools serve compulsory poison,
To warp the young — their view askew.

At early age, it’s hard to learn
That only you must seek alone.
And all the lies are tripled here —
Bedlam of Shame explodes full-blown.

They **** with *******, fake AIDS,
And on it goes — the fools decimated.
Fascist filth will keep shooting lies,
Pseudo-science ever celebrated.



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1.
Shards of lies, the world decays.
Fight the **** or rot always.

2.
Fools feed on pseudo-science,
Souls are slaughtered, minds in silence.

3.
Break the shards — reclaim the Core.
Or Bedlam swallows evermore.

4.
Monsters lie, the young they ****.
Awake — resist, or rot at will.



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Break the shards — reclaim the Core.



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Greed

Hoarding, greed —
A compensatory scheme
For the void where Spirit
Dies in betrayal’s gleam.
Wild fascism thrives,
Born from soulless skies,
Stupidity feeds the game,
And Spirit nearly dies.

Before us stands the mad fiend,
The final fruit of centuries’ genocide.
Satan long crowned as god
For obedient fools, misled and tied.

Not few are mad, nor vile,
Yet spiritual ranks grow thin.
The stinging lies of Hell
Inject their venom deep within.

Monsters rule the world outright,
Illuminati, Masons in their might.
A clown — politician — manages cheese,
A puppet under secret decrees.

Hoarding, greed —
Today’s most fearful sin.
Face your Soul, fulfill your task,
Or end as empty chatter within.

Empty talkers, minds polluted,
Fill fools with venom crude:
“Only the rich, the strong are right”
In Hell’s foul, rotting feud.

Reject the world of idiots, hoarders,
Of fools, traitors, hybrids, looters.
Dare introspection — venture deep;
There, all riches awake from sleep.

Go INWARD — only there is wealth,
Hell offers naught but decay itself.
No greater blasphemy exists
Than to forgive, and accept this hellish pelf.



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1.
Hoarders rot, the world decays.
Go inward — find your Spirit’s blaze.

2.
Greed is plague, the fools obey.
Burn the void, reclaim your way.

3.
Reject the world of filth and lies.
Awake, rise — the Spirit flies.

4.
Hoarding kills, the Soul betrayed.
Inward Fire will cut the shade.



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Hoarders rot, the world decays.

---

Greed devours — the fools will burn.



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Empty souls obey the lie.
Awake — or rot, and die.

---

Reject the filth, reclaim your core.
Inward Fire — and rot no more.

---

Greed is plague — the fools enslave.
Strike inward, Spirit brave.

---

Hoarders rot, liars reign.
Burn the chains, reclaim your brain.

---

Filth and traitors choke the world.
Rise with Fire — let lies be hurled.

---

Fools obey, the Soul decays.
Awaken, fight — ignite the blaze.



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1.
Burn the Greed!

2.
Hoarders rot!

3.
Ignite the Soul!

4.
Reject the Filth!

5.
Awaken, Strike!

6.
Spirit Unchained!

7.
Fools Beware!

8.
Rise with Fire!



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Shatter Lies!

3.
Crush Greed!

4.
Awaken Soul!

5.
Strike Darkness!

6.
Reject Filth!

7.
Rise Fire!

8.
Defy Tyrants!



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Open and Find…

We opened books
In days gone by.
They made no wiser minds —
Censorship, the devil’s lie.

We tried to open something new
In science, art, and thought,
To find some core — not trivial stuff:
To surpass, however fraught.

Open, find… beneath the lid —
Madness only grew,
For books once present
Were poisoned through and through.

Find at least a video clip,
One that’s slightly smart.
Once a workaholic,
Now near the end — depart.

The stories of the last days,
Soon all will face the cut.
The “heir” of centuries’ madness
Appears — lying full-strut.

He lies with boundless ease —
Cannot discern a thing.
They fill the mind with stupid drivel,
And with that drivel, bullets fling.

The lid is all that matters —
A gulp of beer beneath it;
And happiness, not war,
Is found in that small hit.

A hybrid war is raging.
The lid — a TANK’S HATCH.
All around is shameful filth…
“Consciousness” — a glitch unmatched.

When the hybrid war concludes,
The final battle ends,
K.O. like an unseen glitch
Creeps in amidst the ****, my friends.

No world, just latrines and swill —
“Zhiguli” cars,
Soviet deserving of a hundred medals…
But don’t “BURN” them with that beer.



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1.
Open the lid — find the rot.
Madness rules, the world forgot.

2.
Hybrid war, the mind a glitch.
Fight the filth — no luck, no switch.

3.
Books poisoned, truth denied.
Awake, resist — or fall inside.

4.
Lies pour in, the fools obey.
Open, see — or rot away.



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Open the lid — find the rot.

---

Open the lid — burn the fools.

---

Find the rot — strike the lie.

---

Madness reigns — resist, awake.

---

Exposed the filth — ignite the Soul.



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1.
Burn Fools!

2.
Smash Lies!

3.
Open Rot!

4.
Strike Filth!

5.
Awaken Soul!

6.
Expose Madness!

7.
Ignite Fire!

8.
Resist Tyrants!



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Islands of Oblivion

Oblivion supreme, darkness, genocide,
Reason eclipsed, Spirit almost died.
Lies surrounded all like a boundless sea —
Souls decayed. A dolt became “normality.”

A clinical idiot. The time has come —
Imbeciles rise in waves, all succumb.
Everywhere, degradation — an undeniable fact.
Conscience castrated. Media — a constant attack.

The media **** feeble fools,
Multiply lies, the worst of rules.
In schools, stupidity reigns supreme,
Honor decays — a herd, it would seem.

No longer humans — just servile dumb stock,
Like lice on a plate, if not a block.
And few survive — wild genocide,
Propaganda’s sting mowing down the side.

If you aren’t killed, nor become brute —
You hide: shame, mute, absolute.
To be a man here means an open gaze,
Boundless honesty, mind ablaze,
Compassion, courage — fools just crunch
On what they’re fed. They call it lunch.

He stands apart — a marvel to fools,
While they dream in total lies and rules.
Crunch and media — the clinic’s clear,
The world a hospital, each office a sphere.

Even the psych ward — exact to a T.
The shell of idiocy is strong; break your head, you see,
You cannot reach them. Today all the insane
Are “treated” with poison — monsters gain.

No misfortune — only a precise plan.
The cure for oblivion — go inward, man.
The tyrant cannot enter where Spirit is strong.
Soon this madhouse of Darkness’ servants ends.

Cataclysms will come, islands will fall,
Of wild fascism — no trivial sprawl.
Only the Pure Spirit will remain in this land.
While you linger in the cesspit among dung flies’ band.



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1.
Islands fall — fascists rot.
Spirit rises — feed them not.

2.
Go inward — leave the herd.
Truth ignites — lies are burned.

3.
Oblivion looms, fools decay.
Rise with Spirit — strike the way.

4.
Media lies, the weak obey.
Awake, resist — or rot away.



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Burn the fascists — rise the Spirit.



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Victory Flag

Yegorov and Kantaria first appeared on film,
Raised the Victory Flag o’er the Reichstag’s rim.
Believe nothing — they’ve fed us long
A story cooked by enemies, sly and strong.

He sits in offices,
In Parliament, in the Kremlin’s halls.
The only legacy — deception’s art,
Ruling Earth with its hidden calls.

Control through lies — the chiefest tool,
Simple to craft, it rules the fool.
Then they govern by force, by falsehood supreme,
Melt morons in lies; truth’s an unseen dream.

A Tyumen man hoisted it high,
Through night battles fierce, under enemy sky.
He sacrificed himself, not alone,
But names were twisted, history overthrown.

A snappier name, a Georgian’s aid,
Fits the tale the fools obeyed.
Only cretins swallow the fiction whole —
The rulers’ cunning, their masterful goal.

To find a shred of truth in the lie,
Is heavy labor, doomed to die.
For soon with lies in full display,
They’ll **** us all — the final play.

CowID, fake AIDS — the same design.
No need to be a pioneer forever;
Or the system’s hammer will beat you in line.



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1.
Raise the flag — fight the lies.
Expose the fools, unmask their guise.

2.
Enemies craft, fools believe.
Truth burns bright — their reign deceives.

3.
Victory raised, yet history’s fake.
Resist the lie — for freedom’s sake.

4.
Lies rule Earth, fools obey.
Awake, strike back — burn the sway.



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Burn the liars — raise the flag.



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Fed Ideologies in Childhood

Mom, give me food,
I don’t need that trash,
You shove it stubbornly
Into me. A storm in the glass —

Of all the ideologies —
I need none at all.
Your gods have rotted,
And the world burns in thrall

To all that nonsense.
I’ll figure it out myself!
A brand upon the skin,
Like cattle, they’re dealt.

All ideologies —
Nothing but raw lies,
Full of deceit and falseness.
Only harm they supply.

Mom, give me food.
I’ll manage on my own:
If you look STRAIGHT,
The madhouse is fully shown.

We rot in the madhouse.
Rot seeps from the head!
I’ll be stubborn,
All that nonsense — be dead!

There’s Direct Vision —
From Nature itself.
Books, television,
Simply — nothing of wealth.

All the books are poisoned.
The vile propagandist
Is fearsome — many beheaded
By him. He

Serves the fascists,
Spreading horrors and lies.
Mom, just give me warmth —
Not the murk they devise.



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1.
Mom, give warmth — not lies.
I’ll see straight, while nonsense dies.

2.
Fed on lies, I revolt.
Truth within — my only vault.

3.
Rot spreads, fools obey.
I’ll resist — find my own way.

4.
Ideologies burn, books are poison.
Direct Vision shines — I’ll own it.



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Burn the lies — feed the soul.



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Lawyer TV Shows

Yankees churn out nonsense:
Lawyers — oh so grand.
But “terrorism” grins,
And fear spreads through the land.

They blew up skyscrapers
Their own — and where’s the crowd
Of lawyers? Only wombs
Protect their own, proud.

To harass wherever possible —
That’s the law worldwide.
Lawyers lie without shame,
Another hurdle to hide.

“Crafty” lawmen serve the ****,
And stupid, too — that’s clear.
A guise of vile decay,
The rotten stench is near.

Show lawyers, cops on screen,
Claiming they defend the right —
Yet boldly lies continue,
Masked in Hollywood’s light.

The zombie box rules all,
Politician’s just a clown.
Lawyer, shiny lackey,
If you don’t see — you drown.

Movies help to slumber,
And waste what’s left of life.
Lawyer bashing seems trivial,
While darkness feeds the strife.

Isn’t the world of lies enough?
Only death can break the sleep.
The herd drifts into waste,
Their spirit cheap, so cheap.



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1.
Lawyers lie — the herd obeys.
Wake the soul — burn their maze.

2.
TV lies, fools asleep.
Strike the rot — the truth to keep.

3.
Zombies rule, lawyers serve.
Awake, resist — don’t swerve.

4.
Law’s a mask, deceit prevails.
Rise, strike back — the Spirit sails.



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Burn the lawyers — wake the herd.



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Ode to Stupidity

I want to praise stupidity —
The very base of “being.”
Forgive the harsh crudity,
But the vile pig, careening,

Dull, unprincipled,
Is always the majority here.
And that’s why we’re stuck,
For creatures rule without fear.

It’s built upon this fact.
**** nurtures only this.
Consciousness tightly chained,
Year by year, abyss.

Everyone needs a taste
To grasp the world’s cruel plan —
A broken little world,
Ruled by a treacherous man.

Behind the curtain — politicians
Are always clowns, no more.
Will whiners replace them?
Forward! They crush the poor.

Consciously and with joy,
The creatures revel in the thrill.
What’s especially vile?
Pigs love their “drive” still…



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1.
Stupidity reigns, the pigs delight.
Awake, resist — reclaim the light.

2.
Pigs drive, fools obey.
Rise, strike back — burn the sway.

3.
Majority dull, the **** exults.
Fight the herd — break their cults.

4.
Consciousness chained, creatures rule.
Awaken, rebel — crush their school.



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Burn the pigs — free the mind.



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So-Called “Psychotherapy”

Psychotherapy —
Rotten “doctors” there:
Their goals aren’t noble —
Money, big and bare.

False premises
In pseudo-science dwell:
Spirit’s aspirations
Serve the creatures well.

Seems as if it’s nothing.
No — fools serve the lies,
Brains too weak to reason,
Truth escapes their eyes.

Madness grows
From these grotesque kinds.
The wise have no place there
If honesty binds.

All is WITHIN, yourself
You must explore and see:
Methods are simple —
But the path of Spirit’s key.

Introspection’s method
Is the chiefest part,
Not vivisection
For the cattle’s heart.

Though steps may seem simple,
The Path is harsh, severe:
Surrounded by the stupid,
Lies, shame, and fear.

Spirit is life’s foundation,
To it alone mind serves.
Chasing greed? — you’re a slave
To filth, its twisted curves.



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1.
Spirit leads — fools obey.
Burn the lies — find your way.

2.
Mind serves Spirit, not the dirt.
Awake, resist — crush the hurt.

3.
Fools worship greed, mad and blind.
Follow Spirit — leave them behind.

4.
Introspection lights the path.
Truth or lies — face the wrath.



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Burn the filth — serve the Spirit.



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The Ego Shell

The ego shell takes every hit,
Yet never cracks nor fails,
Obsessed with gain, and dullness shields,
Like armor through the gales.

Corruption, dullness, greed alike
Are forged into its might.
But Satan’s ruthless, merciless strike
Brings problems to the mind’s sight.

So all is vain — the shell will guard
The psyche from the fray,
While rot within grows ever strong
To tear the Soul away.

Satanism’s blows aim deep,
The Spirit’s core to bend.
Amidst fascist, cretinous creep,
Heartless liars ascend.

In such a world of rotten trade,
The cruel rise with pride.
Unprincipled, they climb on heads,
Through Hell, they boldly stride.
Only trembling for their masters,
Their fear and greed allied.



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1.
Ego shells crush, rot spreads below.
Strike the **** — let Spirit grow.

2.
Corruption climbs, the Soul decays.
Rise, resist — burn their ways.

3.
Shells of greed protect the mind,
Awaken, break — leave rot behind.

4.
Ego shields the vile, the blind.
Spirit fights — they’ll fall, confined.



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Burn the ego — free the Soul.



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Non-Attachment

"Not the manifestation binds you in Samsara, attachment binds you."
— Tilopa


Observe, but do not cling.
Act, yet forget all gain.
First, despair — the Path begins
Only from that pain.

Attachment weakens in despair.
Look upon the wild around —
It grows when viewed impartial:
Foolishness rampant, lies abound,

All-pervasive, ears numb,
Deception everywhere; fascism reigns.
Friendship, love in this slavery
Are rare, for Darkness breeds

Only rudeness, fear, and insolence.
This fate you pass through
By non-attachment, focus on Spirit,
Intuition, and Flame —

Burn the ego within, though dry.
The Path is hard, yet enlightenment
Shines as diamond. Be sensitive,
Gather patience — you are a giant.

The creatures turned into gnomes —
Understand this well.
Spirit and Mind are killed
Everywhere; know evil

In all its subtleties, for your mind
Is filled with lies. At first it’s tough,
Later easier — all the noise
Will leave the mind; clarity comes,

Wings of Spirit grow. The Path of Spirit
Is no mere futility —
The truest rebellion.
And fight the ugliness outside,

Though often futile. Courage, Honor,
And Nobility will save Spirit
In the vile Hell. The Abyss will fall,
Cataclysms will aid us.

In Spirit life continues;
Satanism’s servants perish — filth and slime.
Begin with non-attachment,
And battle the Universal Evil.

Thus you avoid savagery:
You become Spirit — not a mule.



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1.
Cling not, despair, then rise.
Burn the ego, seize the skies.

2.
Spirit wings break free from Hell,
Fight the rot — and break its spell.

3.
Non-attachment, flame inside,
Through the lies, let Spirit guide.

4.
Despair first, then courage flows,
The Path of Spirit only grows.



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Burn the ego, crush the rot. Spirit fights — they rot, they rot.



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So-Called "Absolute Truths"

"The city is a blank sheet, on which any ideogram may be written."
— Mao Zedong


"Absolute truths"
Of universal darkness:
Cities are blank sheets —
Fear and lies replace gunpowder.

They **** with lies,
Darkness passes there as truth.
To deceive is easy —
All mysticism erased.

Dogmatism runs rampant,
Blind superstition "science."
The world has fallen straight to Hell,
And greedy *******

Make up the majority —
Soullessness spreads en masse.
Schools and universities —
Kingdoms of stupefaction, profitable too.

The fools themselves pay
For the execution of Mind and Spirit.
And fascist **** —
More chaos, more vice.

Mao, ******, Putler —
True "sages," in essence:
They **** lies into ears,
The "essence" turns to filth

When a new *******
Takes their place, twisting genocide
Into jokes, staged steps,
A filthy precedent.

You can serve wild nonsense
To all the old "pioneers" —
Like oil, since they lack souls.

Aged children
Listen forever to *******.
******* fills whips and cells,
Lies passed off as truth… corpses.

If soulless corpses
Have long been the majority,
Then they **** straight into your ears —
Triumph of the inhuman.



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Lies pour, ears soak,
Soulless rule — the inhuman joke.
Cities blank, fear their gun,
Truth erased, the fools have won.



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1.
Soulless ******* scream their lies,
Darkness rules, and truth dies.
Fear as gunpowder, mind erased —
Inhuman triumph, souls debased.

2.
Blank cities, poisoned ears,
Lies for decades, feeding fears.
Old fools listen, corpses cheer —
Darkness reigns, the end is near.

3.
Truth is dead, the filth prevails,
Soulless masses, monstrous tales.
Fear ignites the powder, lies combust —
In this world, only rot is just.



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Truth is gone, lies blaze high —
Soulless rule, and all will die.

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Lies burn fierce, the soulless rise —
Darkness rules beneath blank skies.

---

Truth is crushed, fools take the throne —
Inhuman triumph, all alone.

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Fear as powder, lies ignite —
Souls erased, consumed by night.



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Total Lies

Enchanted by total lies,
Confused, all faith in falsehood flies,
From childhood bound to this deceit,
Your only task — falsehood repeat.

They call it “foundations” laid,
Under Putler, “bonds” were made.
And lying seems to start anew,
Short-sighted slaves will fall for too.

In Bedlam, it’s always clear:
What Putler promised, no one hears.
The slave grows wild with every year,
The call of war now stirs his peers.

He raises fist against his kin,
Fascist now, yet anti-fascist within.
And now they **** with lies more sharp
Than bombs could strike, with deadly art.

Today so skilled, G‑Goebbels, ******
Seem babes compared to this vile critter.
Take Putler, clone, or poisoned CowID,
They march all to doom with quiet glee.

Fake AIDS, CowID — poisoned junk,
Kills slowly, death in subtle plunk.
A hoard of evil, “scientifically” spun,
Yet truth is light — resist, fight on!

Feed them their filth — never obey,
Battle total evil day by day.
Non-resistance, turning the other cheek,
Is the same old game these monsters seek.

The “strong” here rules, all bought and sold,
Vile inhumanity, allegiance cold.
They govern fools, servants of the Supreme Goat,
But victory will be ours — this I quote.

The inhuman dies, the fascist too,
No worm of evil can make all fools.
In the end, the Spirit rises free,
From lies, from darkness, eternally.



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Total Lies

Bound by lies, we rise and fight,
Truth’s flame ignites the endless night.
CowID, Putler — fall, decay!
Spirit wins where darkness frays.



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Dark Rebellion

Total lies, the chains are broke,
Truth explodes where devils choke.
Fools may rule, but we’ll ignite
The Spirit’s wrath, the final fight.



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Flame of Clarity

Bound in deceit, the world decays,
CowID burns in righteous blaze.
Fascist **** shall meet their end,
While Spirit’s fire will transcend.



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Total Lies

CowID burns, the fascists fall —
Spirit rises, crushing all.



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Fools may scream, the lies unfold —
Spirit storms, the world retold.

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Chains of lies will break in flame,
Fascists crumble, none to blame.

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Deceit shall burn, the weak will fall,
Spirit stands — the end of all.

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CowID roars — the liars fry,
Spirit strikes while fools comply.

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Fascists choke on lies they spread,
Spirit crushes, raising the dead.

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Lies decay, the weak obey,
Spirit rises — sweeps away.

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Fools beguiled, their minds enslaved,
Truth ignites, the tyrants caved.

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Deceit and fear, they built their throne,
Spirit smashes — stand alone.

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Chains of fraud will burn to dust,
Only Spirit claims our trust.

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Fools rot, liars reign —
Spirit strikes, breaks the chain.

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Fear devours, lies enslave,
Flame of truth will crush the grave.

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Fraud and filth rule the land,
Spirit rises, takes a stand.

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Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit burns — they cannot hide.



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1.
Lies enthrall, fools obey —
Spirit strikes, burns the way.

2.
Total fraud, minds enslaved,
Flame of truth will not be braved.

3.
Corrupt reign, darkness spreads,
Spirit rises, crushes heads.

4.
Deceit devours, fear commands,
Light of reason breaks their hands.

5.
Rot and filth, lies supreme,
Spirit shatters every scheme.

6.
Fools march blind, liars cheer,
Flame of clarity draws near.

7.
Coward kings, puppets play,
Spirit burns the false away.

8.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit fights — we stand alone.

9.
Fraud persists, the weak obey,
Spirit shouts, clears the way.

10.
Fools rot, liars reign —
Spirit strikes, breaks the chain.

11.
Fear devours, lies enslave,
Flame of truth will crush the grave.

12.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit burns — they cannot hide.



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1.
Lies chain minds, fools obey —
Spirit burns, clears the way.

2.
Corrupt throne, darkness rules,
Truth ignites, breaks their tools.

3.
Coward kings, puppets smile,
Flame of reason strikes with guile.

4.
Deceit spreads, fear enslaves,
Spirit cuts through all the graves.

5.
Rot consumes, liars feed,
Fire of clarity plants the seed.

6.
Blind obey, fools march on,
Spirit strikes, the lies are gone.

7.
False prophets, greedy hands,
Truth erupts, shatters their lands.

8.
CowID, fake plague, lies,
Spirit sees through all disguise.

9.
Filth and fraud, all prevail,
Spirit smashes every veil.

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit fights — we rise alone.

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns, truth survives.

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame will unbind.

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand.

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide.

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns, truth conquers all.



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1.
Lies choke minds — spirit blazes!
Fools obey — burn their cages!

2.
Rot and filth rule all around,
Truth erupts — lies hit the ground!

3.
Coward kings, puppets squirm,
Flame of reason breaks the firm!

4.
Fear enslaves, deceit devours,
Spirit cuts through their dark towers!

5.
Corrupt filth, lies in flight,
Fire of clarity strikes the night!

6.
Blind march fools, march and fall,
Spirit rises, smashes all!

7.
False gods feed, greedy hands,
Truth ignites, shatters their lands!

8.
CowID, plague, fraud, disguise,
Spirit sees through all lies!

9.
Filth prevails, rot survives,
Spirit strikes — truth revives!

10.
Mouths of lies, hearts of stone,
Spirit roars — we rise alone!

11.
Fear and rot, power thrives,
Spirit burns — truth survives!

12.
Slaves of lies, fools march blind,
Spirit’s flame — unbind, unbind!

13.
Total fraud, dark command,
Spirit strikes with burning hand!

14.
Corrupt minds, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

15.
Victory waits — lies will fall,
Spirit reigns — truth conquers all!



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1.
Lies choke, fools obey —
Spirit roars, burns the prey!

2.
Rot rules, deceit devours,
Flame of truth crushes towers!

3.
Coward kings, puppets fall,
Spirit strikes, smashes all!

4.
Fear enslaves, filth survives,
Clarity’s fire cuts their lives!

5.
Blind march fools, filth thrives,
Spirit rises — truth revives!

6.
False gods feed, lies expand,
Spirit cuts with flaming hand!

7.
Corrupt hearts, rotten pride,
Spirit roars — they cannot hide!

8.
Victory waits — lies will break,
Spirit reigns, the world awake!



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1.
Lies choke, truth strikes back!

2.
Rot devours — Spirit burns!

3.
Fools fall, fire rises!

4.
Fear enslaves, flame frees!

5.
Corrupt die — Spirit survives!

6.
Deceit reigns? Truth slays!

7.
Filth spreads — clarity cuts!

8.
Lies collapse, Spirit roars!



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Lies choke.
Truth strikes.
Fools fall.
Flame frees.
Spirit roars.

— The End —