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Ken Pepiton May 2018
Sunday, May 06, 2018
4:51 PM

Failing for lack of power is a fear crop.
A fear crop.
An odd thought.

Not the seed nor spore, but the fruit.

And fruits have seeds in themselves,
All men, I say again,
wombed and un, should know that by now.

Freedom of information act fact, informed
men know when to fight and when to sow and when
to reap the crops we've sown
in our mortal moment
gone with the wind.

Not mine.
The wind is in my inheritance,
True proverb.
I troubled my own house, fouled my nest
with all the rest o' youse ab-users of life
ignoring forever like that could never happen here.

It did.
The voices in your head are never all evil
if they use words.
In the total accounting of idle words
some significant percentage
may
carry meaning forsaken.
Such may be redeemed
much as one would redeem the time.

One of us.  One of our mortal kind.

Dear reader, we say again, we ain't Legion nor his kin.

We are words once spoken in jest among fools who repeated us
meaninglessly, oh my God, you know. Per se. No ****. **** happens.
All the ****** time,
and **** and God, those two get overtime of idle utterance instances.
Though a statistically measurable deme
does redeem a significant some of those two
in true beliver
dying breath
honesty. God, they say, and die.

By my leave, I say,
I am the definition of a free entity accepted in these books.
We are voices. Messengers.
Some of us were wicked, twisted as wicker
or wire bundles. Some of us were true pass words.
Some were true rest words,
rest rooms were so named
for that wonderunful feeling we all get
when **** happens

at just the right moment

in the book. Great ideas gravitate to clean rest rooms.

this is a new book right, this reader is
whadayacallit

Vetted.
What does that mean. You know right idle heard words are
meaning less
power less.
Vet me. Am I one of those ideas, good to the core, caught up in fairy
tales fed the T.V. generation, the Boom beyond the bomb?
After school freedom and duck and cover drills,
we watched cartoons, aimed twenty short years earlier
at the wanters and wishers and workers and worriers
of the thirties, not at us. W


e Boomers, as the media hipsters have always known us,
the off-spring, often unwanted and ill-begotten, of the Greatest Generation,
the one that won the contracts to build all the bombs in the world,
tax-free.

Those cartoons from the thirties with Entertainment Tonight plots and cameos of
Hollywood stars who were Grandma's age,
that Cowboy Bob on the local VHF
(unaffiliated or independent, hard to tell a diff)
showed to us, the first middle class latch key kids in centuries,
those cartoons were meaningless, prewar propaganda
unless we match adult laughing recoging the exaggerations,
The Betty Davis eyes and Frankly M'Dear bigears
"Grandpa, who is that guy with big ears and a skinny mustache?"
Clark Gable, wow.
Who knew the "Frankly, my dear, I don't give a ****" guy had jug-handle ears?
It was diversity in the desert. My big ears no longer made me bully bait.
I have superior hearing and star power.
From my kindergarten years I have known.
I am included, my flaws are not flaws at all.
That don't give a **** guy
and I have big ears to hear better with, so
we know more. Good fathers teach their big eared sons such facts of Nature.

Take care. Don't get puffed up. Knowing too much
will fill a head with hydrogen and the brain in it rots,
intrixically.

Are we powerless? If you say so? No.
I am in control, graciously demands
no load un-bearable with Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice.

(Note: not fire water white lightning. This is
Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice. Al Capp's
Personal Stash of Greatest Gen Synthetic Absynthe.
Used to **** hippie wanna-bees in farm country,
Like DDT for apple worms and skeeters,
Atom bombs for all colors of thinkin' right (but white),
Gen-you-wine Joy Juice,
Kick-a-poo Joy Juice revived many a faintin' pilgrim
follerin' John Wayne down the dusty trail,

Play me one o' them somebody done somebody right
songs,
there must be a million lying idle in blue puddles o' all kinds
of imaginary
ref-use.

Referee.
Job's Daysman betwixt us, we win. His call, not mine. I thought I lost for sure.

I was powerless, let me testify.

No. We think different here. If you are not stupid,
you are not powerless. If you are stupid, then you are powerless,
but but but
If you think you are powerless, you are not stupid. God knows, right?
Stupid people seldom see themselves powerless past the standing
under peace that's beyond understanding meat-mind-wise.

Dunning-Krueger. Again.
Feedback please, this is one of many in the theme of redeeming idle words, for fun and profit.
Joshua Martin Dec 2012
To future conquering civilizations
in galaxies far far away . . .
don't worry about polluting the air,
our smokestacks have shot *****-bombs
into the clouds for centuries,
mixing rain drops with the
black grime of industrialization,
transforming our children's tears
into cesspools of sulfuric acid and ddt.
We've also drained the bayous and swamps
and between you and me
don't even bother landing in Africa
there isn't suitable drinking water
for miles, you see.
You can thank years of colonization for that.
In fact, you may not want to land
on Mondays, Tuesdays, or Thursdays
in LA either-
on those days the air quality index
is 175 and far too unhealthy for any
biological organism to survive.
But at least you won't die of malnutrition
you've got decisions:
McDonald's or Burger King
choose
cholesterol and diabetes are your shock troops.
Send them in immediately,
there won't be much resistance
we've got these things call lazy boys
and daytime t.v which have
enslaved the population and decreased
the distance
between fully functioning
human beings and mindless apes.
Don't worry about bringing weapons
we've got those too
we've perfected the art of blowing each other away
there's not much for you to do.
we destroy cities with fire from the sky
and our mushroom clouds rise
at least ten miles high.
And god can't see, there's too much smoke
in his eyes
and our radiated children die
with radiated sighs.
While we are on the topic
don't worry about us spreading
propaganda
we've lost the ability to communicate.
We've learned
books turn a peculiar dark yellow
when lighted and burned.
And forget erasing history,
we've done that too.
Our subjugation of native peoples
is masked as 'patriotism'
under the red, white, and blue.

But don't get me wrong,
I tell you all
of this not to dissuade,
please come and attack,
please come and invade.
Here, I'll even turn
on the lights . . .
JDH Jun 2017
Some introductory 'food' for thought...

"When people say they prefer organic food, what they often seem to mean is they don't want their food tainted with pesticides and their meat shot full of hormones or antibiotics. Many object to the way a few companies - Monsanto is the most famous of them - control so many of the seeds we grow."
  - Michael Specter

"My grandfather used to say that once in your life you need a doctor, a lawyer, a policeman and a preacher but every day, three times a day, you need a farmer"
  - Brenda Schoepp

"Economically, many folks don't feel they can afford organic. While this may be true in some cases, I think more often than not it's a question of priority. I feel it's one of the most important areas of concern ecologically, because the petrochemical giants - DuPont, Monsanto - make huge money by poisoning us."
  - Woody Harrelson


Who is Monsanto?
Monsanto is a Chemicals/Pharmaceutical/Agriculture company that was established in 1901 in the United States, and over the last century has occupied a particularly interesting and questionable history that has within recent times took to the global scale, growing into a multinational corporation, well nigh on the complete monopolisation of the Agriculture industry whilst having established connections to the chemical and pharmaceutical industry. They are less well known for their creation of Agent Orange, of which they claimed had no harmful effects on the human body, which was utilised very predominantly during the Vietnam War by the U.S. military as a defoliant, however, caused hundreds of thousands of deaths by poisoning, and has now led to an epidemic of birth deformities in the regions of use. Monsanto experienced more involvement in war through their involvement in the Manhattan Project, which resulted in the creation of the first nuclear bombs to be tested on Japanese civilian populations. They also have a background in their production of PCB's (Polychlorinated biphenyls) which once again, had the negative human and environmental effects ignored and misrepresented hitherto 1977 when they were banned, however, was not before many fresh water supplies and the air had been contaminated and was a known carcinogen in humans, along with other health damages. There was then of course their production of DDT's in the post war period that was advertised as a 'wonder-chemical' to be used in agricultural pesticides. However, it was later uncovered that its spraying caused a high percentage of food breakdown in crop and in humans caused breast cancer, male infertility, miscarriage, developmental delay and nervous system/liver damage. They even tested the effects of radioactive Iron on 829 pregnant women in a bizarre experiment. Having no shortage of scandalous and often at times frequenting blatantly corrupt behaviour on their dubious track record, with an abundance of data and study arising in protest of the company's use of dangerous chemicals and genetic modifications in food, it is surely best to question the activity and history of this company.


What chemical poisons are being used?
Some of you are probably aware as to the fact that within many food products today there are various chemicals being used in modification, cultivation and in processing, many of which are harmful, often deadly to the human body and to the ecosystem. So harmful in fact that in cultivation workers are required to wear bio-hazard suits and due to the toxicity of the area in farming these GM crops, are required to ***** signs in the surrounding area warning of the danger.

So one chemical that has been pushed into foods and drink by Monsanto since the early 20th Century is Saccharin, an artificial sweetener made from coal tar which is used predominantly in Soda, Coke and processed foods, and is 700 times sweeter than sugar. In 1907 when Saccharin was first investigated by the USDA it was quoted as,"a coal tar product totally devoid of food value and extremely injurious to health" , and by the 1970's, when the chemical began to garner greater use, the FDA attempted to ban its use in products after discovering it causes cancers (particularly bladder cancer) in animals and humans, however, today is still used as an artificial sweetener, and between 1973-1994 the National Cancer Institute saw a 10% increase in bladder cancers.

Monsanto are also responsible for the pushing of another artificial sweetener onto the market to be consumed by humans, that being Aspartame, even more harmful than Saccharin, and since being used in Coke, particularly Diet Coke, since 1983, the rest of industry followed suit. When melted down at 30°C into its liquid form in use for soft drinks, it become far deadlier than in its powdered state. It was found that it caused tumours and holes in the brains of rats and is more addictive than crack *******. After a multitude of independent scientific studies arose in protest of the use of Aspartame, Monsanto bribed the National Cancer Institute to produce fabricated data. Here are some of the know side effects of Aspartame consumption in humans according to the US Food and Drug Administration:

• mania  
• blindness
• joint-pain
• fatigue
• weight-gain
• chest-pain
• coma
• insomnia
• numbness
• depression
• tinnitus
• weakness
• spasms
• irritability
• nausea
• deafness
• memory-loss
• rashes
• dizziness
• headaches
• seizures
• anxiety
• palpitations
• fainting
• cramps
• diarrhoea
• panic
• burning in the mouth
• diabetes
• MS
• lupus
• epilepsy
• Parkinson’s
• tumours
• miscarriage
• infertility
• fibromyalgia
• infant death
• Alzheimer’s

As is quite evident, Aspartame not only lacks any nutritional value, it also can have grave effects on humans when consumed. In fact, over 80% of complaints made to the FDA concern Aspartame and is now used in over 5000 products, yet facts are still being misrepresented and as primary producers of Aspartame such as Monsanto produce false data to cover their tracks.


How is their monopoly being secured?
Monsanto within recent decades has somewhat become the archetype of corruption and corporatism, devoting many millions to Government lobbying in order to maintain its hegemony over agriculture, its use of harmful chemicals and to maintain restrictions of food labelling of GM products. In fact, the company seems to have a revolving door between itself and Government now, one example being the FDAs Arthur Hull resigning due to controversy and going straight to an employee at Monsanto as a Public Relations representative. This means that the FDA, the central official force against the use and proliferation of harmful products is in bed with Monsanto, the main proliferator.

Another creation Monsanto have pushed into pastoral agriculture is their Synthetic Bovine Growth Hormone which is a genetic modification of the E-coli virus to be used in dairy products and cows. And in order to make sure this product is pushed onto farmers, Monsanto sues any that do not use it with teams of lawyers. They also, in a far more cunning and destructive method, are able to and have destroyed other, natural crop cultivation by the use of their Genetically Modified crops themselves. What they have done is modified their crops in order that they self pollinate, and that bees that come into contact with their crops are killed, causing mass hive collapses, which then means any natural crop in surrounding farms die off due to a lack of bees to pollinate them, forcing them to join the monopoly of Monsanto's GM supply.

Also, before the aerial spraying aluminium and barium into the skies began in 1998, that has seen a rise in the content of aluminium particles per/cm from near 0 to 30,000 in many areas, Monsanto patented crops that are resistant to soil with such high concentrations, meaning they now have legal ownership over crops, whereas the natural produce may be ungrowable in a number of places where the spraying concentration is high. On a side not, the spraying of aluminium into the sky since 1998 has also caused a massive spike in Alzheimer disease and lung cancers, rising from the tens of thousands to the millions of cases per year.

To Conclude, Monsanto has recently made a very big merger deal with the Pharmaceutical company Bayer, the ones who produced Zyklon-B for the **** extermination chambers. Sure sounds like some safe operations.


- an essay by JDH
Agricultural monopoly with a history of extensive corruption...
Don Bouchard Feb 2019
It's June, 1967.
Nature, still lying through
Parsley green teeth,
Breathes the last of spring,
Hints early summer warmth,
Pre-July's cicada whine,
August's heat and wind.

Crops, still tender green
Quiver beneath a humid sky,
Under a glowing sun.

Bicycles amuse our early lust
To soar untraveled ground,
Entering lazy summer's ennui,
We scan a hawk riding drafts
On the edge of our hill.

Dust, drifting up the graveled road,
Five miles below us,
Piques our interest,
Causes the dog to raise his head.
He ***** an ear
Toward a sound we cannot hear.

We hear gravel slapping rocker panels
Before the traveler's roof rises into view,
Catch our breath as the engine slows,
Start running for the house.

A stranger's arrived,
A traveling salesman,
Better than an aunt
Only stopping in for tea
And woman talk.

Dad keeps his welding helmet down,
Repairing broken things.
The hired man inhales his cigarette,
Acts disinterested.

My memories linger on the past....

Salesmen brought the latest farming gadgets:
Additives for fuel and oil,
Battery life extenders,
Grain elevators and fencing tools,
Produce and livestock products,
Lightning rods and roofing,
Chrome-edged cultivator shovels,
Insurance for everything:
Fire, water, wind, hail.

Pitches came without exception:

"Top o' the morning! Looks like you're busy.
Don't want to take your time."

"Looks like you could use some welding rod,
And I have something new for you to try."

"Have you used chromium additive in you livestock salt?
Guaranteed to put on weight and protect from bovine
Tuberculosis!"

"Say, have you heard about the effectiveness of a new
Insecticide called DDT? I've got a sample gallon here
For you to try. Works better than Malathion!"

Dad, eventually intrigued, began the slow dance
Of dickering, haggling over this thing or that.
Most salesmen, closing in for a ****,
Hadn't grappled with my father.

At noon, deals still in the air,
My mother called the men,
And we all trudged in to wash,
Waiting in line at the tub,
Scrubbing with powdered Tide
To remove the grime and grease,
Drying on the darkening towel,
Finding a seat at the table.

The salesmen expected the meal
As though it were their right,
A standing invitation:
Stop in at noon,
Make your pitch,
Sit at table,
Close the deal after.

We boys sat and listened
To man talk.
Eyes wide, we marveled
At gadgets,
Wondered at Dad's parleying,
Winced at the deals he drove,
Commiserated with squirming salesmen
Surely made destitute by Dad's hard bargaining.

In retrospect,
I know the game was played
On two sides,
That the battery additives
Bought for five dollars a packet,
Even with the two Dad finagled free,
Cost about five dollars for everything,
Returned forty-five and change
To the smirking, full-bellied salesman
Who left a cloud of dust on his way
To supper a few miles down the road.
We don't see traveling salesmen anymore at the ranches in Montana. I guess internet sales did them in.
Elise Chou Jan 2013
in winter we rubbed off our skin with bitter yellow soap
& danced across the murky floor of our brains.
ankle-deep in ambien, our toes scraped urchins & palms of anemone.

we built shelters in the living room
from moss-green blankets & coffee tables,
our fingers making furtive wishes in the quivering dark.
we picked small hairs & pennies out of the carpet.

when i grew hungry you offered me your left thigh
like an unwrapped christmas present.
under the aquatic quake of the fluorescent light
you fat seemed to boil
& your bed turned into a small, cold island.

we opened checking accounts under fake names
& you started to worry about your gently doming stomach.
when the mailman came, we cowered in the closet.

each year the temperature of our livers
rose a few degrees.

spring brought us flowers that smelled like DDT.

––Appears in the Spring 2013 issue of The Columbia Review.
Pearl Feldman Dec 2013
When I was a child
Fireflies romped and played
In the night skies.
But that was before DDT

Wagtails strutted on green grass.
They drank from pools and made me laugh
That too was before DDT

When I was a child
Forested mountains grew high
For us to climb up into the sky
But now new mountains
Of plastic and garbage grow
And so they will stand
For they decompose so slow.

Trees on the mountains
Are all chopped down.
The birds and the animals
Who lived there before
Are gone and many will be seen no more.

We’ve ****** the underground rivers
Of oil almost dry
And polluted the air
Until you can hardly see the sky
We've dirtied the rivers
With our waste that piles high.

Proud mountain lions, tigers,
Elephants, gorillas and monkeys do flee
To the last few places
Where they can roam free.

I fear what will happen
When we destroy them too.
What kind of world
Do we leave for our children
Tell me please do

When are we going to realize
That we are running out of time.
The earth, birds, animals, air, and sky – cry.
Who is listening?
Who cares?
Who will try to change
The course we are moving along?
rsc Sep 2014
Come on, you say to me,
help to **** the soil dry of
deep, muddy clays made by
colonial lullabies and
forgo your selfish thoughts
of suicide in favor of a
dark grey summer salad coupled with
a nuclear fish fry.

Unleash a cosmic sigh, I
bleed to breed  my human seeds and
cultivate forests of ***** while
pulling up deliciously
edible weeds who sing
laughing limericks we
care not to listen to and
languishing warnings we
care not to heed.

Me and you, baby, let's
build a box made of
ticky-tacky in the back of
some skeletal, suburban
cul-de-sac, crafted over a
cesspool vat of human feces,
spicy DDT and industrial-grade
mercury.

Apathy towards the life source
breeds apathy towards corporate force
breeds disgust, killing the serpent and
reclaiming the horse, tossing the
apple, preparing for the worst.

Pile up pounds of gold and
crowns to assign money a meaning
and postmark letters filled with
plastics and post-its with
"PARADISE IN THE REACH OF ALL MEN"
scrawled in felt-tipped pen to
peoples perched on the edge
of the planet, to whom
time gave rhymes from learning to
lay their ears down in the
dirt and succumbing to the
the devil wearing a blood-stained,
starched, white shirt.

Dilute the base of me with
an acidic you, quick, pollute
the river so salmon scurry
downstream and the arduous algae
dries up, screaming.

I wonder if the taker can
become the giver.
Olivia Kent Jan 2015
The lovely scent of DDT,
Liberated, cleansed set free.
Those left living at the end.
Louse ridden, dismal bones in bags.
A camp liberated by new found friends.
(C) LIVVI
AUSCHWITZ
wordvango Nov 2014
au naturel no hormones nor seed
*******
nature made, me
no viagara no ddt,
definitely
no preservatives in,
no bionics or
genetic alteration
there is nothing
could make you as sick,
as my reflections.
Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum.
Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum.
Notice the notion.
Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum.
Hum. Hum. Hum. Hum.
Faster.
Hum.. Hum.. Hum.. Hum..
Do you celebrate such occasions?
Linger into the presence of your
long lost friends and different
hidden enemies?
Hum.

What do you want?
Stay on focused.
Your attention is driving you crazy.
If only you’d close your eyes amidst
that notion..
hum! hum! hum!

It’s all in your head.
Hum.. hUm.. huM..
Carve your way back.
Your growing gnarls everywhere.
It’s grotesque but that’s alright.
hum!
You developed the early signs
of decay.. humMMmmMMmm

BREAK!
Inhale like a hero about to
unleash his full potential
against a formidable fiend!

Exhale! Like the last of
your power is beyond the
rites of your will!

REST. . .

Admire your heroes:

Bukowski finished beyond
comprehension.

Mercury came to ‘em all!

Nobody does
The DDT
like
Jake “The Snake” Roberts.

You’re not special.
You’re no different.
You’re not the protagonist.
It’s just a first person complex.
Your life is not a Salinger novel.

but

don’t die before your fears.
die suddenly.
die unexpectedly.
i don't know. i wrote it while my head was heavy.
Gerry Sykes Nov 2024
DDT
The drab
brown butterfly
sits on a white blossom
incautiously drinking honeyed
poison.
The darker side of our relationship with nature isn't always visible – a metaphor for our relationships with other people.
Sandra Lee Apr 2018
Coming soon to a planet near you
Air we can't breathe
Plants we can't chew
If the EPA has it it's way
The skies will blacken
The rivers will burn
Automobiles will be our ruin
Heat our houses,
Cool our stores
America will still use More and More
Rachel Carson saw this coming our way
Citizens cried enough is enough
It's time we made polluters
Eat their own stuff
Then along came an administrator
Determined to ****
Not only the laws
But the people as well.
Rachel made sure that DDT went away
and by that research
We still have eagles today.
Eagle the symbol of America still
But with more pollution
We are determined to ****.
**** the law and thereby **** the people.
What did God say
"The earth is mine, sayeth the Lord."
That is not exactly what God said. Here are a few verses with what was said concerning taking care of the earth. Isaiah 24:4-6, Job 12:7-10,
Leviticus 25:23-24, Deuteronomy 10:14, Deuteronomy 20:19, Psalms 95:4-5.
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
With a pink hotel, a boutique, and a swinging hot spot
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
They took all the trees and put 'em in a tree museum
And they charged the people a dollar and a half to see them
No, no, no
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise and put up a parking lot
Hey, farmer, farmer, put away your DDT
I don't care about spots on my apples
Leave me the birds and the bees
Please!
Don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Listen, late last night, I heard the screen door sway
And a big yellow taxi took my girl away
Now, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Hey, now, now, don't it always seem to go
That you don't know what you got 'til it's gone?
Why not? They paved paradise to put up a parking lot
Hey, hey, hey, paved paradise to put up a parking lot
I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?
Why you wanna give it all away? Hey, hey, hey
Now you wanna give it, ah, she wanna give it
'Cause she's giving it all away, now, now
I don't wanna give it, why you wanna give it?
Why you wanna give it all away?
'Cause you're giving it all, giving it all away, yeah, yeah
The red plane was back,
Sweeping low over the trees
To avoid radar detection,
Then banking steeply
Away to the right
Into the adjoining field
At the back it's my house.
I could run
In those days -
Perhaps that was it.
I was the only one
To actually stand
In the rainbow,
When the others arrived
The DDT was already falling
In a fine mist,
Like that summer rain
That soaks you
Through in minutes.
Then again it could
Have been any of
The other chemicals
I breathed in,
Ate and drank
Over the ensuing years.
I don't think there is any need
For an autopsy.
Prosecutors: A Common Path to Politics

Prosecutors, march to power!
Know the game and rule it tight.
No more whiners—times are sour,
Stand for FASCISM, stand and fight!



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Herbicides for Fast Food

Poisoned fields—don’t mind the sorrow,
Praise the Pest that spoils tomorrow.
Toxins spread, disease is growing,
Yet the profits keep on flowing.

Brains eroding—clear, alarming.
DDT made schools more charming:
Duller minds in dumber nations,
Left as ruins, lost foundations.

Chemical war is now expanding,
Few stay sane—yet none commanding.
Scattered souls can’t fight together,
Doom is set—it’s now or never.

Thus, the future’s dark, infernal,
World consumed in flames eternal.
Lies and poison, fear—destruction,
Choked in madness—lost to function.



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Distortions Cut Like Blades

Twisted minds like scythes are slashing
Sense and Spirit, Truth and Light.
Cursed Questions, ever gnashing,
Linger silent—yet in sight.

Loudly praised—wars’ beasts and tyrants,
Odes to brutes are sanctioned still.
"Education" breeds the mindless,
Like a haze, the land lies ill.



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Endless Dullness, Nothing Higher

Dullness reigns—the world is hollow.
Spare me tales of light ahead.
Even thousands, sane, won’t follow—
Fascist rule won’t break or shed.

Fools unite, their ranks unshaken,
Stronger than the rebel few.
Now betrayal’s job is taken,
While the Honest starve and rue.



--- Total 4 poems. ---
Marxism

"To be in chains — even for freedom — is vile."
— Karl Marx


Beneath the yoke, the people bled
By comrades’ hands, in every age.
They sold a myth of freedom’s thread—
And wrote brute force on every page.

They built their Camps. Then came the screams:
“Behold the bright Socialist light!”
Their flag was soaked in ****** dreams—
Marx’s gospel: red and spite.



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The End of the Grim Tale

Inspector Death
Walks through the Souls —
The earth holds breath,
Corpses lose roles.
For soulless flesh
Is heaps of rot —
So grasp it fresh:
What’s Spirit’s not

Is filth and shame —
Mutated breed
Of slaves who maim
The rebel creed.
The Fire will burn —
For Spirit, grace.
The tale will turn —
All stench erased.




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Habit Rules

Habit — the ruler, cold, commanding.
Darkness molds patterns, day by day.
And “grazers,” tamed, not warriors standing,
Seek “happiness” in foul decay.



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Tyrant Habit

Habit — the tyrant, crowned and blind,
While Darkness stamps the herd's design.
No warriors rise — just sheep that grind
For scraps of joy in filth and swine.



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In **** They Hunt for Joy

No will, no fight — just sheep obey.
Dark molds the mind. They rot, and pray.




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Abuse — or Consuming the Evil?

"Abuse is the vice of all customs, all laws, all human systems. No library could hold their full account."
— Voltaire


Let’s open up Akasha’s scrolls —
A massive tome, a sprawling wall.
There lie our lies, our twisted goals;
And Evil Consumption tops them all.

Below — delusions, sins, perversions,
Spawned by the patterns Evil sets.
No lessons learned, no soul’s conversions —
Just goats made out of human wrecks.

It’s all by template — mass regression.
A ***** proved the grand design:
Consuming evil — full obsession;
The world now drowns in filth divine.
A blazing shame. A world malign.




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They Feed on Evil

They feed on filth. They kneel. Obey.
The world’s a shrine of foul decay.




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Dwarfs of Pseudo-Science

The dwarfs line up, all smug and neat —
No gun required for this defeat.
Their “science” rots the mind and breath,
Quite often dealing silent death —
Fake plagues, DDT, and lies,
All masked in “soulful,” friendly guise.




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Ideologies

"It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room... especially if it isn’t there!"
— Confucius


They’ve hunted that cat for ages gone,
And in the dark found quite a haul —
Ideologies, blind and strong,
Where fools are ruled and nations fall.




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Ideology Rules the Blind

"It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room... especially if it isn’t there!"
— Confucius


No cat. Just chains. And fools enshrined.




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Build Your Own Dream

To wait in vain, to hope and ache,
Build your own castle in the air.
The world of sheep on promises fake,
Is built on lies, disguised as care.



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Promises and Lies

They promised all, with bags of cheer,
Yet all we hold, we guard with fear.
They led us by the “carrot” game,
And lie to selves, just the same.



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Results, Again

Once more we wait for "results" to come,
Though the starting point was all undone.
Those results, a price we must pay,
The fool still learns nothing, day by day.



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The Fool's Bait

The fools are baited with paper’s grace,
They toil from dawn, no end to chase.
Call it slavery — they’ll laugh it off,
At “success,” they’ll die, so proud, so tough.

For now, like corpses, they still strive,
To feed the beasts, to feel alive.



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Earthly Chaos and Talent

They’ll help you bury your true gift —
A plot of land, advice to lift.
“In God’s name,” they’ll say, with empty thread,
Of Universal Nonsense, widely spread.

Talent’s a spark of God within,
Bury it, and you’re dead to sin.
Let them judge you harsh and wild,
With that spark, tear down the vile.




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Permanent Fascism

Fascist regimes, they’re countless, vast,
Built on tolerance — fear to last,
Subjugation, lies, deceit —
Not citizens, but those in defeat.

Destruction’s strength, it moves, it shifts,
New names, new tortures, none to lift.
This vile plague endures through time,
A sport to serve, a twisted climb.

If fools are stubborn, let them be —
No problem here, just bend the knee.
The “leader” judges all we face,
And if “democracy” should grace,
It’s ruled by greed — the rich embrace.




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Moloch of Programming in the Internet Trash

The program — the admin’s plight,
A stream of nonsense in the night.
Let it hum beneath the din,
It leaves its marks — a trace within.

Traces of fatigue, despair,
Wasted labor in the air,
The end — a frame of useless "info,"
For those who feed, who crave to grow.

Useless sites, the endless waste,
Bland crap, forced into haste.
You’re always striving, trying hard,
Designing junk — the iron bard.

Moloch’s endless, always here —
The trash heap waits, the end is near.
We’re growing savage, lost, undone,
The outcome — idiots, each one.

And those idiots are now the throng,
The majority, where they belong —
Corrupt, the vile, the dead inside —
Where Evil reigns, and truth has died.




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Cartoons

Cheburashka and Crocodile,
Winnie the Pooh and Piglet's smile —
It’s sweet, but fools were in the crowd,
Most of them, just loud and proud. "God"

Of Communism, it rots away,
As does fascism’s grim display.
Under the weight of beasts and lies,
Mind and Spirit slowly die,
And idiocy grows each year —
A perfect crowd, so void, so clear.

To rule the fools is simple, true —
A ragged mob, to lead them through.
Tested by false disease’s plague,
A bottomless pit — their lives to drag.

Cheburashka, Crocodile,
Winnie, Piglet — all the while,
That was then, now gone, and lost:
Satanism reigns, at what a cost.



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The Sawmill

The hut of the brute — that’s the law.
What’s a sawmill? Here’s the flaw:
We’ll speak it clearly, without delay —
It’s a school, where logs decay —
A launch into life for fools,
Without a spark, without the tools.
All the force, they push it through —
Logs instead of sages, true.
The exceptions are few, so slight,
The beasts rejoice at their new plight.
Dumbing down is now the game,
Life’s a joke, a constant shame.




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Loneliness

"Whoever loves solitude, either is a wild beast or the Lord God."
Francis Bacon, 17th century.


A spark of God, the lonely heart
May keep in Bedlam, torn apart;
Amid the wretched, wild and low,
The mind and spirit, bruised, can grow.




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Kobzon's Concert

Impressed by the Kremlin’s vile spawn,
I’ll head to the slaughterhouse for pay.
The greater harm we cause, headstrong,
The denser the ranks that will stay.

The monsters that then will arrive
For Kobzon's concert, fierce and loud.
What will crush me to dust, deprived,
Is unclear to the foolish crowd.

We'll strike the village with a missile,
That’s gathered for the mournful rites,
A noble deed, a heroic whistle —
For any order, there’s no fights.

Kobzon’s waiting, though he’s sung
Praise to countless thousands long,
In trash, in vile, deluded tongue,
Fascism will drown them, all along.

And the new wave will rise to gain
The honor of Kobzon’s twisted show.
A mercenary fool, in pain,
The result of lies — his own blow.



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Code:

Endure, you fool —
The "reward" awaits.
Though small the gain,
You're not insane,
If you can flee
Beneath the heel
Of cruel ordeal,
And freelance dance
Into decadence.




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Sisters

"The fates of things are truly sisters to their nature."
Francis Bacon, 17th century.


The mad sister, younger still,
Follows the fool on her dark way:
The primitive world, wild and ill,
Again lies about enlightenment’s sway.




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Confusion Before the Poor Vale

Discontent with oneself — the start of the Way.
And loyalty is marked by pain —
Through thorns to the Light, for it's hard to stay.



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The Kremlin bot will find you,
Invite you to the obedient crew:
Not just one screen will tell,
Believe the beasts — you’re a fool as well.



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Foundations of the World Order

A fool plus a piglet —
The base of this vile world.
The fool, moreover, stays silent.
And so this cycle's unfurled.

This madness is without end —
No place for wisdom to be found,
For the wise won’t shear the sheep,
Nor knead the dough of lies around.



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Sentence for Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh goes for honey—
The rest is just a trivial thing!
Piglet follows, plus the fashion—
Man! But, ladies and gentlemen,

Who made us pigs in the first place?
Who dragged us all down so low?
Though it’s too late, far too late!
To fix it now, it’s not a whim.

Global warming—Nature's wrath—
Is killing off this shameful blight.
Year by year, the sun grows stronger—
It’s a SENTENCE, burning bright!




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Drunks and Filth – A Muck of Darkness!

Drunks and filth – a muck of darkness!
Look around, it’s clear as day—
This is the world, that’s how it stands:
A herd of fools with empty hands.
And those who don’t drink—are they wise?
Lies are poured, and swine disguise
The truth, like honey, they consume—
This lie, they feast in endless gloom.
Are you not a fool, year by year,
If you believe the beasts appear,
Who waste your soul, and push you low?
A madman’s mind will always know—
The lies, the falsehoods, all deceived—
The false “AIDS” that we received.
Lies have killed the mind’s true fight:
Drunks and filth—shame, and blight.




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"Evolution" of Corruption

Two for the price of one—
Most buy in bulk, they’re never done.
But those who didn’t sell their soul,
Who loved their honor, loved control,

Are left outside the common crowd—
A “cocky” one, they’d say out loud.
Dumping prices broke the line—
Beyond that line, is death divine?

No, it’s just a spiritual death.
Does money stink with its own breath?
Sold then forever, bound to be
A slave, a vile soul, the “Lord’s” decree.

Three for the price of one—
The logic’s clear, the deal’s been won.
But in the end— NOTHING left...
But the cross and its quiet theft.



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Servants of Satanism, or Purification by Fire

No matter what "merits" they claim,
Forget the pride, the pomp, the fame,
For if the people are not people, but servants,
Then burn it all—the world that’s cursed.

The fire will burn it all away—
From ash, a world more worthy will arise.
Let the inhuman rave, for their madness
Will not last long, it will meet its demise.

Here, the Sun’s dawn will blaze,
Look out the window, you will see.
Though the depths once lay in this place,
Now, it’s the world’s bottom, endlessly.

If it’s the depths, there’s no time to save
The remnants of the rational few:
For consciousness that’s higher, brave,
Will strike those lost to demons' view.
Paths of Knowing

Grotesque and gaudy scenes they draw —
"Reality" — a twisted fraud —
The "scientists" with minds of straw
Bring poison where the Spirit trod.

No Soul, no Fire, no sacred spark —
Just lifeless charts and sterile schemes.
Their world is but a festering dark
Of Satan's bureaucratic dreams.

The priests, the pundits, lab-coat ghouls —
All loyal dogs of Hell’s parade.
Their strongest skill? To fool the fools —
And keep the donkey's eyes well-shade.

For centuries, they weave the lie,
The common man — a walking *** —
They **** with fear and lure with pie,
And drive him down the cliff en masse.

The goats that lead are blind and proud,
Yet strut as if they knew the path.
This rotten boil will soon explode —
The Day of Light will strike with wrath.

You lost the Truth, forgot the laws:
The Soul comes first — the Mind obeys.
But donkeys bow to every clause
Of creatures spewing twisted praise.

Their only "truth" is lies and breeding —
The training’s deep, and starts from birth.
They keep the herd in blind stampeding,
While draining every drop of worth.

Don’t want to be a donkey? Fight!
Tear through the veil of rotting lies.
With introspection as your light,
Let questions in your Soul arise.

Defy the sludge they teach as fact —
Their "guidance" is a dead machine.
True knowledge is a living act —
No fool can guide where you have been.

My verses carry no disguise —
They're Soul distilled in sharpest flame.
Now pull the Creatures’ sting from Mind —
And cleanse the Source they try to maim.

From cradle till your final breath
They sting you with propaganda’s brew.
And yes — that poison lives beneath
The surface of what you call "you."

To cleanse the Mind must be the start.
Then add INTUITION — fly!
The brave alone unlock the Heart —
Without the Soul, you're born to die.



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Expose or Rot

Their truths are lies, their light is rot —
Break through — or die the slave you’re not.



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Marine of the Spirit

A flood of rotten chatter
From fear of empty skies
Was fed to you — but shatter
That filth, and hear the cries

Of Soul within. The swinefolk
Devour the pulp and slime.
To not become their kind — walk
The Spirit’s path through grime.

Decay is all around you —
Deceit, and fear, and fog.
The herd is blind — they hound you,
And worship every cog.

Their “consciousness” is darkness,
No depth, no light, no spark.
The torture of the heartless
Is hailed as progress — stark!

The world is bent and broken,
By fascist, demon hands.
Their words are poison spoken
To stain the sacred lands.

But if you dare and dive in
The silence of the Void —
A path begins, though drivin’
By dread you once employed.

You’ll stumble, cursed by phantoms,
Not conquer all in stride.
The sheep want quick enchantments —
A shortcut to their pride.

But in the Sea of Lying,
You must descend with grit,
To rise — a Spirit-Marine,
Who serves no shade but Wit!

You plunge like deepest diver
Into the core of fraud —
Then rise — a Truth survivor,
Awakened, raw, and awed.

If you don’t grasp the vastness
Of all the layers of lies,
Your path will break in pastness,
And never pierce the skies.

Go inward — Light is burning
Beyond what eyes can see.
The world is not for yearning —
You are the Flame to be.

At first you'll find but hollow,
But then — the Depth begins.
No sorrow left to swallow
Once Spirit truly wins.

The world’s reversed — their glory
Is truly Hell’s decay.
While heights, in ancient story,
Are Depths found on the Way.

So drink the slime, get sickened —
Let every falsehood die!
Be born again, and quickened
By Ocean vast and high.

The core of all beginning —
Desire — to seek the Fire!
The fool is ever spinning
In “light” that can’t inspire.

He walks the dry illusions
And chants of “Path” and “Grace” —
But God is no delusion
You’ll find in such a place.



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Dive or Die

Truth starts where liars drown.
Dive deep — or stay the clown.



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No Light on Land

The heights are found below —
Dry souls will never glow.



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Lullaby

If you trust the news,
If you chant their creed,
You’re a sold-out weasel
On the Devil’s feed.

Trapped in Incarnation —
This dumb world of pain,
Baptized in damnation,
Worshipping the Stain.

Satan is your “savior,”
And they call him "God".
Turn around — behold their
Lies in every nod.

Lies are all around you:
"Science", "faiths", "beliefs"...
Rot disguised as virtue,
Priests and ******-thieves.

No more land or nation —
Nothing left to feel.
Gone: love, trust, relation —
Only war and squeal.

Squeals of propaganda,
Stench and poisoned air.
Fiends in grand command, and
Rot is everywhere.

Traitors, fat and sated,
Smile while stabbing deep.
"Leaders"? Just mutated
Swine that herd the sheep.

Cattle made from children —
That’s their core design.
Soullessness is written
In their thin-spined line.

They shoot lies like rifles,
Fire through your doubt,
**** the Soul in cycles,
Crush the Spirit out.

Even Earth is aching —
She is still alive!
And with Light she’s breaking
Darkness to survive.

There’s a higher order:
Sun ignites the flame —
Burns away disorder,
Torches every shame.

Human filth and Creatures —
Fascist to the core —
Feel the rising features
Of a Solar War.

No more dreams and screaming —
Let the fire rise.
Bye-bye, lies and scheming!
Burn, sweet lullabies.



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Burn the Lie

The Sun is rising — lies must die.
No lullabies. Just cleanse the sky.



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Sleep, Little Sheep

They sang you lies till you were numb —
Now wake — or perish with the ****.



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Break the Spell

Beyond the rot, a Fire calls —
Awake! The Soul breaks through the walls.



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Rise or Rot

The Soul breaks chains or dies in rust —
Transcend the lie — or bite the dust.



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Echo Beyond

Where all dissolves, the Light remains —
A silent spark beyond the chains.



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From Veil to Flame

Illusion fades — the Core stands true.
Go inward. Truth is born in you.



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Rot

Idiots aren’t coupons here —
They shear us, piling madness.
Fools build walls with doubt and fear,
Monsters set the trap’s badness.

Scarier than Führer’s face,
Is the herd that trusts the lie.
Culture’s crushed, no sacred place —
Only smoke where nations die.

An idiot might still wake,
Grasp a spark, resist the slime.
But most choose to feed and take,
Breed the evil all the time.

They choose to gorge, not think, not feel —
Embrace the Devil’s bribe.
To gnaw and grasp, their fate is sealed,
Pursuing vice alive.

The **** who sell their soul and flesh —
No longer men, but freaks.
Satan’s idols, cursed afresh —
Their reign lasts decades bleak.

Maybe more — who dares to know?
History’s depths are blind.
Everything’s a hollow show —
Darkness chains the mind.

Fake science shapes the present day,
Creates what suits their game.
Spreads lies in a brilliant way —
Look at CowID’s shame.

Idiots block our way,
Führer’s but a clown of night.
No peace here — just pens to stay
For cattle, masked as right.

Few wise remain — they fade away
Each day without a trace.
This rot must burn — no more delay!
The fire must scorch this place.

That fire comes from Sun’s own light —
It’ll burn this mad façade.
But sheep won’t see, lost in their night —
The feast of lies goes on.

If fools obey the beast,
And dance their vile command,
The deeper grows the venomed feast —
The faster burns the land.

Sun and Earth are wise and true —
Fake science meets its check.
If madness reigns among the crew —
The end comes in a wreck.

No need for idiots here,
No traitors or vile pests.
Who rule in lies and endless fear —
All rotten, none are blest.



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Rot Burns

Rot spreads fast — the fools obey.
Burn the lies! Burn it away!



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The Harm of Nonsense

The harm that nonsense deals to minds
Can’t be measured, can’t be weighed.
Its trail is everywhere — it blinds,
Makes life a twisted masquerade.

Among the fools — the throng is vast —
CowID showed the glaring truth.
For centuries, the fiends hold fast,
And **** the Purest Mind of youth.

Where reason fails — the void takes hold,
And nonsense fills the empty space.
Where once stood humans, now the cold
Are beasts who lost their human face.

They build a Digital Camp
For all who grunt and blindly bleat.
Sick in mind, easy to stamp,
To scare, oppress, and then defeat.

They herd you out from stable stall
To "brave new worlds" of false parade —
Schwab and ******’s ghosts recall —
The end is near, the mask will fade.

Satan’s idol shows his face,
The world is lost to rotten craze.
No cure for this corrupt disgrace —
While waves of lies drown out the days.



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Nonsense Kills

Nonsense spreads — the fools obey,
Mind decays — no light, no way.



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Nonsense, Torment...

Miracles are strangers
To slaves of endless drivel —
They serve the lowest dangers,
Feed off the rotten evil.

The Wonder lives in Spirit —
They serve the foulest beasts,
The end link in the merit
Of food chains, cursed feasts.

Blind slaves, they call it fine,
Accept their narrow world —
“The rich oppress, but we’ll be fine,
Our joy will soon unfurl.”

If fattened up with money,
They think they’ve won the fight,
But trapped within that honey
Is endless, crushing blight.

No happiness is given
To slaves beneath the yoke.
You perish dumb and driven,
Your children bear the joke.



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Slave’s Fate

Miracle’s denied,
Slaves in drivel die.



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TNS-VP

“The world is a hospital for the incurably ill.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer


Dr. Mengele walks the grounds
Of this global death camp’s field.
False diseases, lost and found,
Mark the minds that won’t quite yield.

Tagged as “normal” by his hand —
Assets for his twisted game.
Once the rack and solder’s brand,
Now the syringe has claimed its fame.

Schopenhauer and Nietzsche’s lore
He studied close, learned it well.
A new breed stalks — they adore:
“Serve the Dark — or cease to dwell.”

The Dark revealed through CowID
Its cruel, vile, venomous face.
New kind — dumb pests breed
A charter Schwab will soon place.

Gates will lock a digital chain
Around the globe, no soul spared.
Plans packed in a massive case —
The herd awaits, prepared.



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Digital Chains

Serve the Dark or fade away —
Mengele’s heirs are here to stay.



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Revolt Code

Chains may bind the blind and meek —
But souls awake refuse to break.



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The Prigs

The prigs spread nonsense far and wide —
A polished little world they weave,
And justify with hollow pride
The “positivity” they breathe.

Their lies flow fast, a toxic stream,
From Darkness’ fools with tainted minds.
Their “perceptions” break the dream,
Youth’s promise twisted, blind.

That vow, like scouts’ absurd oath sworn,
Is fascism’s warped disguise.
Distorting minds from early morn —
Communism’s old reprise.

Few realists remain today,
Who feel the sting beneath the skin.
Lost through ages, gone away,
For wounds cut deep within.

The prigs won’t grasp this pain and dread —
Their path is easy, soft, and blind.
Realists walk roads steep and red,
Their work is dark, by lies confined.

To understand, to sever lies —
That’s the realist’s grim crusade.
But praise the filth, and meet your demise —
Your fate is set, your soul betrayed.

Censorship’s a ruthless game,
Always aiming sharp and cruel.
Clear minds targeted in its name —
Filtered water, twisted rule.

The prigs just scrub their image clean,
“Smart, strong, realist” they proclaim.
Living life within the screen —
Proud to play the perfect game.

Under Nazis pride was bred —
****** Youth’s proud, blind decree.
“Heroes” front lines — or early dead —
Death’s grim dance for loyalty.

The same repeats — the new regime —
Tamed monkeys lost their will.
Destroying dualism’s dream,
To silence truth and ****.

Dualism tears the mind apart —
Unless you’re one of prigs’ kind.
****? A fool with broken heart —
Believe, obey, stay blind.

The prigs will fall with rotten ranks —
Faces twisted by the night.
Satan’s spawn who hate the ranks,
For evil dims their “light.”

“Positivity” a mask to wear,
Hiding storms before they start.
The Earth will cleanse, the skies will tear —
The reckoning for every heart.



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Prigs Fall

Prigs scrub lies, but truth will burn —
Darkness falls, and tides will turn.



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“Savior on the Blood”

“Savior on the Blood”…
Tear your faith apart:
The fool believes in life
That never breaks or starts.

Only Hell is eternal.
The fool’s delight, you see —
Thinking this small world
Will fatten endlessly.

Hell will melt that fat,
And spread its stench around:
They’ll call it “holy oil.”
Pour your sins profound.

Break bread with flesh and blood —
Thankful, cannibal’s feast.
I’ve become a monster
Believing in such beast.

Take away “eternal life” —
The show, the empty cries.
A funeral for the mind,
The Spirit’s own demise.

Few will come enticed,
But lie about such “life,”
And hordes will rush in frenzy —
Hold fast! Brace for strife.

“Savior on the Blood”…
Think hard, don’t cry, don’t wait —
A dreadful turning’s near,
You stand before your fate.

Cataclysm will come:
World fascism’s sweep,
Sweeping all the slaves away —
Into eternal deep.



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Blood Savior’s End

Fools believe, but Hell’s the flame —
Slaves will burn, none left to blame.



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Writing Poems — A Grim Fate

To write true poems is a curse,
When honesty burns fierce and clear.
But spout the crap, and then you’re worse —
A tool for fools, lost in their smear.

A servant to the beastly herd,
Between their nonsense and the crowd.
You’ll simply be the worthless word
With rotten brains in drivel drowned.

Rot’s everywhere — to dig it out
Is task for many, poet too.
But now the bard’s a digging scout,
Unleashing chosen garbage through.

His crap just builds the shameful wall,
The stupid herd’s dull, fearful reign —
Where lies and chaos loudly call,
And ignorance drives minds insane.

Write with fury — ink is dead,
The old ways gone, they’ve had their run.
It’s time to write with TNT instead —
There’s just too much **** under the sun.

Blow up the filth — let come what may,
The herd’s not yours to worry ‘bout.
And when the crowd condemns your way —
You’ve broken free from rotten doubt.



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Blast the Rot

Poison spreads — tear down the wall,
Write with fire, or not at all.



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The Barracks, or “School”

Slave drills start in the barracks:
Searching “meaning” in the chains.
Cowards find their tyrant’s marks —
Call it “new regime” remains.

“We’ll build happiness in order,”
Every third one’s a star.
Driven by the media’s border,
Yet the pen is still a scar.

What we build’s a pigsty’s face —
All foremen to the wall.
But our bold Chief knows his place,
Knows the grander plan for all.

The state’s clean face is money,
Built on greed and hardened laws.
Cruel customs rule the colony,
Ranks imposed with iron jaws.

Crowds of hungry for their food,
Cheap goods, *****, and empty noise.
Who works hardest? Who’s subdued?
Where’s the firmest herd, the toys?

Doesn’t matter — slavery’s one,
Just in varied shades it shows.
Filth grows deep behind the sun,
Backstage where the darkness flows.

Changing rules like surgeons’ gloves —
For slaves, a growing storm.
Angry “demiurges” move,
Shaping chains in every form.



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Slave Drills

Chains tighten, media roars,
Slaves march on through pigsty doors.



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Lies Interceptor

You catch the lies mid-flight,
Tear them piece by piece:
“White threads” run through the blight,
But madness swallows peace.

Who needs it? Ask that later —
Then you’ll see the full decay
Of evil’s verbal crater —
Clear as night from day.

Look close at every thread:
Time’s always running thin.
No matter what’s said,
Nonsense seeps right in.

Turn on your intuition —
The key to judge the lie.
Destroy it — no omission!
New targets on the fly.

This hybrid war’s relentless.
Lies Interceptor — an eagle.
Spirit’s warrior, relentless,
While low are goats and feeble.

Those who trust the creatures’ word
Are worse than beasts themselves —
They build the pens absurd
For fools, the war’s dark shelves.



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Intercept Lies

Catch the lies — tear apart!
Keep your spirit, guard your heart.



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Foolish Relations

Unspoken weight drags down the ties,
In every troubled bond.
Obvious quarrels cloud the skies,
Yet deeper woes respond.

For masks collide, not true selves meet,
False images displayed.
Fools deck out lies with tricks discreet,
Deceit in grand parade.

Sobriety then takes its toll:
Beneath another mask,
Ego shatters — sudden roll
Like lightning’s cruel task.

Tension builds, then sparks ignite,
A shockwave swift and harsh.
The foolish mind, again, despite,
Blames partner — “scoundrel’s march.”

The cycle turns, repeats the pain,
Same bitter aftertaste.
When ego spins its selfish chain,
Truth and trust are replaced.

It breaks apart, the tension grows,
Silent, it swells inside.
The first sign — irritation shows —
Just when “happy” should abide.



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Ego’s Trap

Words unsaid, the poison spreads,
Masks and lies inside our heads.



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Independence of Judgment

Judgment’s always relative,
Bound by chains of age-old pain,
Artificial strife’s narrative —
Linking tribes, poor rich, in vain.

Books themselves can harm the mind,
Chains that trap the intellect.
Darkness spreads, corrupts, confines,
Through schools, through kindergartens decked.

The docile fool moves in line,
Learning promised paths to “win.”
But it’s all a cruel design —
A circus where the freaks begin.

Most are soulless, broken breeds,
Brains like jelly, mush and sludge.
Wrapped in “knowledge” that misleads,
Flooding lies like toxic sludge.

Burn those lies within your mind —
In that muck, no light will gleam.
True judgment’s yours alone to find —
Unshackled by the herd’s dumb dream.

Independence means to choose,
Answer all without their noise.
Most opinions are misuse —
Empty babble, void of poise.



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Think for Yourself

Chains bind minds in endless spin,
Break free — the truth begins within.



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So-Called “Culture”


“Miniature culture” —
Big forms weigh too much.
Literature’s buried deep,
Films and clips have the touch.

Idiots watch in droves,
The wise are counted few.
Culture’s death throes
Under fascist, satanic view.

Poets fade away,
Lost or drowned in the trash.
The last Reason fades
By homeland’s pitiful clash.

Total lies have spread
Across the global stage.
This “copper basin” dead
Will skin the soul’s last page.

They hear commands on air,
Rushing to break the last.
Serving, obeying without care —
Their way to live, aghast.

When survival’s the game — no art,
Just carrots for the blind.
With blinders on, they march to slaughter,
“Donkeys’ Paradise” signed.



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Donkeys’ Paradise

Blind fools march, eyes sealed tight,
Culture dies — they crave the bite.



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So-Called “President”

A Botox rat, a double’s mask —
A nightmare turned to real, grotesque.
No meaning dwells in this mad task,
Just vile nonsense, loud, grotesque.

That nonsense calls itself the “bonds,”
And bonds all with a broken clone.
For any sane asylum’s bounds,
It’s madness deeply overgrown.

This plague — a fog, a mental blight,
A monstrous conveyor belt of spite.
The wild grow few, subdued by lies,
Donkey’s blinders seal their eyes.



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Rat Clone

Botox rat, nightmare real,
Blindly trapped beneath the seal.



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Rashists

Kherson’s melons — no one picks,
The enemy lies on his belly, fixed.
Loving to ****, cold fascist ****,
Rashist filth — they’ll come undone.

But skies will clear above the strife,
Soon Dnipro’s crossing ends their life.



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Rashist Rot

Enemy sprawled, thirst for death,
Kherson’s fruits saved by breath.



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Rashist Doom

Lying low, they spill their hate,
But Dnipro’s flood will seal their fate!



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Rashist Curse

On bellies crawl, they bring the plague,
Kherson’s blood stains lies vague.
Fascist **** in shadows tread —
Dnipro’s wrath will drown the dead.



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Rashist Abyss

They crawl like worms, spawn death and dread,
Kherson bleeds — the cursed dead.
Fascist filth, a festering blight,
Drowned by Dnipro’s darkened night.

No dawn awaits their hollow cries,
Only silence ‘neath black skies.
The river’s wrath, cold and supreme,
Erases all their cursed scheme.



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So-Called “Doctors”

Quacks and puppets, singing praise
For fascist **** who bite with lies,
Believing stings are easier ways
Than marching forth with battle cries.

They lie and sting — death piles concealed,
Hidden deep, as always done.
In this foolish world revealed,
Genocide’s become the run.

Betrayal made the daily grind,
Executioner now wields the syringe.
In this world of fools confined,
They turn us all to cattle fringe.



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Quacks and ****

Fascist dogs with poison lies,
Doctors turned to killers’ guise.



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The Task

The soul is worn, the body tired,
Despair has filled the mind’s expanse.
But one thing keeps the heart inspired —
Your task remains, not done by chance.

So bear the weight, do all you can,
The rest is fuss, mere fleeting pain.
When finished, then you’ll understand —
You’ll rest in peace beyond the strain.

For living here is dull and bleak,
But purpose grants the strength you seek.



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Last Stand

Soul worn thin, body weak—
Hold the task, don’t dare to break.



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Endurance

When soul and flesh grow tired and spent,
The unfinished task fuels intent.



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Don’t!..

Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t beg or plead,
Don’t wait, don’t blame, don’t lie or need.
Don’t crave, don’t shear, don’t burn with heat,
Don’t rage, don’t cry, don’t face defeat.



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No!

Don’t trust, don’t fear,
Don’t shed a tear.



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No...

Trust not, nor fear the night,
Beg not, nor seek the light.

Crave not flames that blind the soul,
Let silence keep you whole.



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No...

Trust not the whispers of the night,
Nor fear the shadows’ silent flight.
Beg not for fate to guide your way,
Nor seek the dawn to break your day.

Desire not the burning flame,
That scorches soul and fans the shame.
Resist the urge to rage or cry,
Let tears like rivers pass you by.

In stillness find the hidden fire,
Beyond the reach of false desire.
Embrace the silence, vast and deep —
Where secrets wake and shadows sleep.

No chains to bind, no gods to plea,
Just boundless, timeless mystery.



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The Hidden Chains of Slavery

Slavery’s “invisible” —
The world itself enslaved.
From childhood, fools “with greetings,”
Dumbed down, lost, depraved.

No borders can be found,
Except inside the mind.
Monsters hold the nations down,
In filth they bind.

Illusions rule the crowds —
So goes the centuries’ reign.
Creatures, from their heights endowed,
Spread sorrow and pain.

Behold the broken masses —
Slaves bred like cattle there.
Few have the strength to fight —
Fools dwell unaware.

They claim the “best of worlds,”
Where happiness abides,
Yet harsh to those nearby,
In fear the slave resides.

Before the beasts they quake,
Children on the block,
Raised for endless labor,
Victims of the clock.

All grievances replayed,
In minds not truly free,
Another fool will rise again,
To pass the chains endlessly.

To their own children’s ears,
A barrel full of lies,
Hiding doubts and wounds,
From lives spent hypnotized.

Slavery’s well concealed,
While mad slaves fill the ranks.
Amidst the herd of cattle,
The wise hold feeble ranks.



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Silent Chains

Slavery hides in plain sight,
Fools breed fools, lost in the night.

Voices wise are weak and few,
Among the herd, drowned through and through.



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Tractrix


Tractrix? No — a twisted snare!
A child’s mind is overloaded,
With nonsense, lies, a cruel despair —
To drag it down, deranged, corroded.

Words are picked to **** the spark,
To crush bright thought in hellish schools,
Where learning’s dark and grim and stark,
And thinking breaks the slavish rules.

The spirit crushed, the mind so frail,
All efforts in the adult world
End up consumed in endless jail —
A soulless drone, a fate unfurled.

The heartless consumer fits the throne,
Where rulers praise the weak and small.
If fragile minds are left alone —
The highest grade they’ll ever call.

The clever taught through tales complex,
More tangled every passing day.
Mathematics’ cruel reflex
For fanatics’ cryptic play.

From this harsh “school” you’ll rise by force,
Your fragile mind pressed, bruised, and torn.
Pseudo-knowledge holds its course —
The sacred bird of truth is shorn.

The world’s a spirit, not a sine,
No plus if minus dominates.
A minus minus draws the line —
The sum: a void that suffocates.

You’ll be nothing if you trust
The vile lies that chain your mind.
Lies total, condemned by dust —
Like bullets, falsehoods blind and bind.

CowID showed this cruel decay —
Lies killed many, darkness grows.
The fiends of night pursue their way,
By killing minds, the world’s repose.

Their goal achieved: a global hell,
A death camp looming close and near,
Where those who think will cease to dwell —
The mad condemned, consumed by fear.



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Tractrix’s Snare

Child’s mind trapped in twisted lies,
Crushed by darkness, thought denied.

Falsehoods reign, the spirit dies —
In this hell, all truth’s defied.



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The Final Age — The Age of Idiocy

Some time after fields of Moldavia
Were drenched in DDT and poison's sway,
A generation grew, school-aged, and
The schools for fools grew tenfold, they say.

Each year more children fall astray —
The nation frailer, duller grown.
A scheme unfolds in food and pills:
Silent poisons, seeds of bone.

Pesticides — a weapon's guise,
Not for pests, but for mankind.
A rotten breed, earth shudders sore,
Madness grips the fragile mind.

Insanity becomes the norm,
Yet vile efforts waste away.
Earth won’t bear this stench and dull,
Nor endless doom’s dismay.

Cataclysms will sweep this filth,
The age of idiocy’s come.
Flaming suns and magma rise,
Earth’s fierce heart will burn the ****.

Fools don't see the aphid’s plight —
Like fleas in dust, oppressed and crushed.
Try feeding fools with poison’s drip,
Carbofos better than rotten honey hushed.

The clouds grow thick, but fools remain
Blind to this poisonous, creeping pain.



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Age of Idiocy

Fields drenched in poison’s deadly rain,
Children grow numb — schools for the insane.

Earth groans beneath the toxic lie,
Madness spreads while fools comply.

Cataclysm brews — the final blow,
Only fire can cleanse this wretched show.



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The Last Century — The Century of Madness

Fields drowned in poison, silent and cold,
Children born broken, the weak and the old.
Schools for the fools now rise tenfold,
A plague of dull minds, a nightmare untold.

Earth trembles beneath the weight of decay,
Madness like shadow steals reason away.
A generation twisted by venom’s embrace,
Lost in the void of a hollowed-out race.

Insanity blooms as the norm of the day,
Vile creatures sow lies, but Earth will not stay.
Cataclysms rage, fiery wrath will descend,
To purge the corruption, to bring this to end.

Fools remain blind to the poison they feed,
Like fleas doomed to perish, enslaved by their greed.
The skies grow heavy with ash and despair—
Only fire’s judgment can cleanse the foul air.



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The Final Century — The Reign of Madness

Fields drowned in silent death’s embrace,
Children born to rot, devoid of grace.
Schools for the broken, halls of decay,
A plague of lost souls, stripped away.

Earth shudders beneath the poison’s curse,
Madness spreads — a slow, relentless hearse.
Minds unravel, sanity torn,
In the shadow of lies, humanity’s mourn.

The norm now insanity’s cold breath,
Vile fiends weave threads of death.
But Earth will not endure this blight,
Cataclysms rise to end the night.

Fiery magma from her core will burn,
Ashes of ruin, none shall return.
Blind fools swallow the poison fed,
Like fleas on a corpse, chained and dead.

The sky chokes on smoke and screams,
Nightmares invade their fractured dreams.
Only the flame can cleanse the stain,
In fire’s furnace, rebirth from pain.



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The Last Century — The Age of Decay and Madness

The earth convulses beneath poison’s shroud,
A generation born hollow, minds unbowed.
Schools of the broken, temples of despair,
Where souls wither in poisoned air.

Madness seeps into the marrow of time,
A creeping void, a deathless crime.
Reason drowns in a sea of lies,
As shadowed puppeteers tighten their ties.

The plague of fools swells, a vast dark tide,
Blinding the world, swallowing pride.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when chaos turns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire under ashen skies.
Despair’s heavy cloak will finally tear,
Revealing a spark in the fetid air.

Fools chained like fleas on a corpse decayed,
Enslaved by poison, blindly betrayed.
But from the abyss where all seems lost,
A silent whisper, a spirit’s cost.

Destruction’s veil, a doorway wide —
Beyond the ruin, the soul’s true stride.
The last century’s dark and twisted breath
Is but the passage through shadow to death.

And from that death, a new dawn born —
The phoenix from ashes, the shattered torn.
For even in madness, despair, and night,
Burns the eternal ember of light.



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The Last Century — The Age of Mad Decay

The earth convulses under poison’s reign,
A generation born hollow, drowned in pain.
In halls of broken minds, the lost reside,
Souls consumed where shadows hide.

Madness spreads like a creeping blight,
Feeding the void, devouring light.
Reason, crushed beneath lies’ weight,
Fades slowly into endless night.

The plague of fools swells, a ravenous sea,
Blinding the many, shackling the free.
Yet beneath the rot, the core still burns,
Awaiting the moment when fate overturns.

From magma’s depths, the fury will rise,
A cleansing fire beneath blood-red skies.
Despair’s black cloak will be torn asunder,
Revealing truth beyond the thunder.

Fools enslaved, like fleas on corpse decay,
Beguiled by poison, lost on the way.
But in the abyss where all seems dead,
A whisper stirs — the soul’s thread.

Destruction’s veil, a threshold wide,
Passage through shadow, where spirits hide.
The last century’s dark, maddening breath
Is but the crucible of death.

And from the furnace of ruin and flame,
Emerges rebirth, the spirit’s reclaim.
For even in madness, chaos, and night,
Burns the eternal, undying light.



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The Last Century — Alchemy of Madness and Ash

Beneath a poisoned sky, the world decays,
A crucible where innocence betrays.
The children born of chemical embrace,
Wander lost in a shadowed place.

Their minds — eclipsed by veils of blight,
Fools dancing blind within the night.
Schools turned crypts where reason dies,
Truth buried deep beneath false skies.

A harvest reaped of poisoned seed,
Where lies are sown and madness feeds.
The plague of ignorance spreads like rust,
Ashes gather in silent dust.

Yet in the heart of this abyss,
A spark endures — the soul’s own kiss.
The ancient fire, long concealed,
Waits beneath the wounds unhealed.

From magma’s forge, the old world breaks,
Flames consume the web of fakes.
Despair’s dark shroud will rend apart,
To birth anew the purest heart.

Fools remain like fleas on rotted flesh,
Bound by venom’s silent mesh.
But death’s embrace, a sacred door,
Unveils the light at spirit’s core.

The final hour, the dark descent,
Is but the sacred alchemist’s intent.
To turn decay to golden flame,
To cleanse the soul, to break the chain.

Through chaos’ storm and shadowed pain,
The phoenix rises once again.
For even in destruction’s night,
Burns the eternal, blazing light.



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Mad Pendulum, or There Is No “Golden Mean”

To hold the balance — you must fly TO THE EDGE,
Then turn back, to rein the swinging gauge,
To push the boundary far away,
But here’s the truth I must convey:

The middle ground is just decay,
A place where spirit falls away.
If halfway through you stop your quest,
You fail your Muse, deny the rest.

“Hell” and “Heaven” — edges sharp,
The pendulum swings wild and dark.
To balance is an art severe:
You’re “happy” or “unhappy” here —

That’s secondary, the flame
That drives you through this risky game.
Control the flight with fiery might,
So deeds, not words, prove what’s right.

Don’t fear to crash and break apart,
If on the last beat you depart
From “hell” and “heaven,” push the line —
Your breakthrough marks the grand design.

Break past the edge — the rest is noise,
Such flight’s no path for timid boys.
Don’t gauge your balance by fools’ rules —
“Cold thought” won’t save the wise or jewels.

Only your instinct, sharp and true,
Will help you find your rhythm through.
And if the pain becomes too great,
In middle ground you can await.

So take your flight, come what may be.
Trust only in your own heartbeat.
The crowd will judge — as crowds will do —
For rhythm dies where minds are few.




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The Mind’s Forshmak

“Buy and find; sell — lose.”
A proverb old and true.


The mind’s fors’hmak fills with lies
And fear, a bitter stew.
Sprinkled faint with hopes for “new,”
To make the fog endure, the dread pursue.

Exploiting hope is ancient craft —
As old as this foolish earth:
New fools are born to serve the past,
Old idols given false rebirth.

With rosy dust they’re lightly dressed,
As “trendy” now, then crushed again
By “wisdom” of the idol’s jest —
The source of every system’s pain.

Abstract ideas serve as gods —
Like idols false, revered by all.
Take “crapocracy” for example —
Absurdity that makes you fall.

You buy — you sell your very soul,
Yet purchase nonsense, dust, and waste.
But most important now is this:
To heed the media’s embrace.

They serve the powers, sly and cold,
As CowID revealed the scene —
A phantasmagoric world unfolds,
With **** on screens, unelected fiends,

Who rule the people through commands,
Their “advice” masks brutal might —
The festering sore of false democracy,
A foul and endless blight.

The mind’s fors’hmak gets new layers,
As **** designs the “new world’s” face:
Fake diseases resurrected,
Where “care” means death in cold embrace.
Without Measure

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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

---

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



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The Quality of Assholehood

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”

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


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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Pain Management

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Clinging and Slaughter

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Disposal of Fools

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

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

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



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The Carrot

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

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

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



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Retribution

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

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



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The Second Shameful War

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

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



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****

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Creativity

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

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

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

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

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

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

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




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

---

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

---

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

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



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Rowing, or Running the Global Madhouse

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

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



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Grotesque World

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Disinfection of the Earth

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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Disinfection sweeps the Earth,
Only Spirit survives its worth.

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Imprisoned in the Hellish Realm

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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Stocks of Fools

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

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



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Day of Birth

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

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



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Only a Fragment…

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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




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Pancakes

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

---

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

---

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

---

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



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In Whose Name?!!

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


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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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

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

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

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

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



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In Whose Name?

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

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

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



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In Whose Name?

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

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

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

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

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

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



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In Whose Name?

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

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

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

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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In Whose Name?

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



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

---

Burn liars, awaken souls!

---

Strike lies, free the soul!

---

No lies, only fire!

---

Awaken! Burn the false!

---

Smash the false, rise!

---

Lie feeds death—fight!


---

Shatter deceit, live free!

---

Falsehood burns, spirit stands!

---

Rise! No lies remain!



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Burn the Lies!

Rise, Unchained!

No Mercy for Falsehood!

Strike the Cowards!

Truth or Ashes!

Shatter the Chains!

Spirit Above All!

Fight the Void!

Crush Deception!

Light in Darkness!

Smash the Tyrants!

Expose the Rot!

Scorn the Cowards!

Rise Through Fire!

No Surrender!

Defy the False Gods!

Break the Chains of Lies!

Blood and Spirit!

Truth Is the Weapon!

End the Tyranny!

Fight with Fire!

Rise Against the Darkness!

Shout the Truth!

No Compromise with Evil!

Smite the Lies!

Stand Beyond Fear!

Spirit Unbroken!

Dare the Impossible!

Cleanse the Filth!

Forge the Light!

Burn the Cowards!

Shatter the Lies!

Rise Beyond the Filth!

Crush the False Gods!
No Mercy for the Corrupt!

Smite the Hypocrites!

Strike Through the Darkness!

Truth Above All!

Scorn the Weak!

Defy the Tyrants!

Light the Way, **** the Lies!

Blood for Truth!

Strike the Enemy of Mind!

Destroy the Puppet Masters!

Crush the Herd!

Exterminate the Blind!

Rise, Rebels of Spirit!

End the Hypocrisy!

**** the Deception!

Expose the Cowardice!

Strike the Corrupt!

Fight With Fire!

Break the Tyranny!

Smash the Lies!

Defy the False Orders!

Cleanse the World!

Strike Without Fear!

Expose the Traitors!

No Pity for the Wicked!

Rise Above the Herd!

Destroy the Chains of Ignorance!

Triumph of Spirit!

Crush the Liars!

Rise Above the Filth!

Strike the Hypocrites!

Smash the False Gods!

Smite the Deception!

**** the Lies!

Smash the Hypocrisy!

Expose the Cowards!

Smite the Traitors!

Expose the Puppets!

Break the Gates of Lies!

Rise from the Ashes!

Shatter the Shadows!

Defend the Spirit!

End the Reign of Filth!

No Chains on the Mind!

Reveal the Corruption!

Strike the False Saints!

Blood and Fire for the Truth!

Exile the Betrayers!

Unmask the Tyrants!

Destroy the Shadows of Lies!

Reclaim the Spirit!

Smash the Chains of Fear!

No Rest for the Wicked!

Rise Against the Rotten!

Exterminate Deception!

Shatter the False Thrones!

Strike with the Fire of Spirit!

Blood for the Unyielding!

Expose the Rot Within!

Rise Beyond the Corrupt!

No Fear in Truth!

Destroy the False Fronts!

Smite the Puppeteers!

Burn the Lies!

Rise Through Chaos!

Strike the Wicked!

Expose Their Deceit!

No Chains, Only Fire!

Crush the Rotten Herd!

Smash the False Masks!

Raise the Banner of Spirit!

Defy the Darkness!

Expose the Lies of Ages!

Strike with Justice!

Shatter the Chains of Oppression!

Rise Beyond the Shadows!

Blood for the Brave!

Destroy the False Order!

Unleash the Spirit!

Break the Walls of Lies!

Expose the Rotten Kings!

Rise Against the False Thrones!

Strike the Corruption!

No Mercy for the Deceivers!

Burn the False Wisdom!

Rise Through the Fire of Truth!

Crush the Weakness Within!

Smash the Gates of Darkness!

Unchain the Mind!

Expose the Puppets of Evil!

Strike the Shadows of Corruption!

Rise Above the Rot!

Blood and Spirit, Fire and Truth!



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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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



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

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

Smash the deceivers!
Expose the frauds, shatter oppression!

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

Illuminate the shadows!
Reveal, empower, enlighten.

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

Rise against tyranny!
False guides fall, cowards crumble.

Strike the lies!
Truth is sharper than any blade.

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

Stand for the Spirit!
Unyielding, uncompromising, unstoppable.

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



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Spirit Strike

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

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

Smash!
Fraud!
Expose!
Oppression­!

Defend!
Innocent!
Weak!
Brave!
Endure!

Illuminate!
Shadows!
R­eveal!
Empower!
Enlighten!

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

Strike!
Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Crush!

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

Stand!
Spirit!
Unyielding!
Uncompromisin­g!
Unstoppable!

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



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Spirit Strike – Battle Pulse

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

Awaken! Hidden!
Spirit rules!
Mind obeys!

Smash fraud!
Expose oppression!

Defend! Innocent!
Weak? Brave! Endure!

Illuminate shadows!
Reveal! Empower!
Enlighten!

Conquer darkness!
Break chains!
Lies burn!

Strike tyrants!
Cowards crush!

Purify land!
Sweep rot!
Greed away!

Stand spirit!
Unyielding! Uncompromising!
Unstoppable!

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



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Break!

Chains!
Fall!

Fear!
Die!

Lies!
Burn!

Awak­en!
Hidden!

Spirit!
Rules!

Mind!
Obeys!

Smash!
Fraud!

Expose!­
Oppression!

Defend!
Innocent!

Weak?
Brave!

Endure!
Strike!

I­lluminate!
Shadows!

Reveal!
Empower!

Conquer!
Darkness!

Break!­
Chains!

Strike!
Tyrants!

Crush!
Cowards!

Purify!
Land!

Sweep­!
Rot!

Greed!
Away!

Stand!
Spirit!

Unyielding!
Uncompromising!­

Unstoppable!
Victory!

Tyrants!
Fall!

Weak!
Awaken!

Spirit!
R­eigns!

Free!



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Spirit Strike – Core Blast

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Hidden!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys­!
Spirit!
Rules!

Weak!
Brave!
Fraud!
Break!

Dark!
Light!
Oppres­s!
Shatter!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Greed!
Gone!
Chaos!
­Tamed!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
D­ie!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!



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Spi­rit Strike

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

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

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



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Spirit Strike – Lightning Pulse

Rise!
Smash!
Burn!
Fall!

Chains!
Crush!
Fear!
Die!

Lies!­
Expose!
Rot!
Purge!

Awake!
Strike!
Reveal!

Mind!
Obeys!
Spirit­!
Rules!

Weak!
Break!
Brave!
Stand!

Dark!
Light!
Shatter!
Strik­e!

Tyrants!
Fall!
Cowards!
Swept!

Fight!
Endure!
Power!
Awaken!­

Chains!
Break!
Darkness!
Die!

Spirit!
Reigns!
Free!
Alive!

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