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Julian Sep 2020
I famigerate without taciturn timidity the straits of a straightened jury-rig of nesiote narrowbacks harping the accordion zest and zeal of the plenilune consuetude of a scrivello infamy sprung into the rows of rip-tide acclaim hamstrung by the decline in fastidious upkeep of the timberlask vesicles that avoid the phenakism of prismatic reformation fundamental to transmogrified simpers of dismal saturnine darkness encroaching on the parallax of realms within the dominion of the Almighty for the omniety of the usucaption of the fruitful prune in the priggish afterglow of a noontide eclipse bereaved of whispering retreat in the hallowed wasms of stiltanimity becoming an entreaty to ecumenical barbs of propriety selected without intimacy to folksy bibliopolists but rugged in sterling tribute to the true vine of the appointed ways of sacerdotal triage among a roughshod vanity of a derelict world marveling at otiose rejoinder rather than true spasms of tragedy flickering in the recessive alleles of a careworn culture. The travesty of Beirut is the bromide of current leapfrogs of sentinel lust and malapert destruction forming an ironclad camaraderie with chocolate-box langlauf disasters wed uxoriously to the penury of the brackish version of the catadromous bailiwick of despotic nescience pregnant with sophrosyne redemption at the cusp of a plaid perfunctory quip of quisling intimations of the sketchy provenance of humdingers of comestion lurking in the plodding prowl of a ribald wiseacre of a beckoned billow of trinkochre welded into a conscientious blarney that awaits the popinjays that sculpt brittle redshort fictions into awakened carapaces of a limacine reduction of impoverished fulmination into the neatly sworn footprints of a geotaxis shuddering with magnetism only in spectacle without the overhailing zeal of vintners who specialize in curtailed wine drawn from Caiaphas and soaked with the muddy turgid Siloam as avenues toward the repentance of asunder becoming marginalized as a whimper of taciturn choleric war receding not even into an audible delope as the masterful chryselephantine assault of cryptic auditions in the theater of effete refuge sink into the pelagic oblivion of a remarkable blister festering into inconsequence as the rebarbative emoluments to tattered travesty hearken a battle-cry yet emanated in the reprehensible bulwark of the gerendum of a poised plastered humility aggrieved with such friction turgid on rollicking magpiety that even the larceny of brutish renegades of triumph sink beneath the brevity of accident rather than the fortitude of globalized turpitude weakened by the improper demarche of fuliginous homeless depredation of innocent bystanders flocking to the harvest of war found in insight rather than the perfunctory bromidrosis of the macroscian enmity of hidden maleficence spawning a credenda that is spayed on arrival in the faineant zoolatry of a spelunkers’ madcap dash to flex the filigrees of turmoil in resentment of the amicable truces of a God who never tempts and a lurking lie that never itches for trigger-happy hapless rebukes because the skittish skirmish of futilitarian repose is a scoundrel of the profligacy of errant weakness blinkered by the humdrum din of deafening semaphores of provocative thornbush on the threshing floor of cowardly imposture president of all affairs of spirit and all renegades of caitiff megalography of forgotten oblivion despite the curglaff of vindictive and never vindicated assaults on the integrity of the birthright of Lebanon to wager a presumptive gamble of trifling retribution for the alacrity of suspicions eloping with forbidden mistresses in the humdingers of flackey rather than the troudasque harbinger of a lunacy impugned by a restive triumphant fallow time seasonable for a litany of pretenses demassified for a liturgy of seances with eldritch commiseration in the saw-toothed serration of selachostomous bravado wielded by likely or unlikely culprits of ravenous ruin shepherded by the guilty cardinal sins of the complicity of explosive vanity marauding on the ruins of a fortress debased by pettifoggery of internal excuse rather than the wrath of provocative ire in the irksome cauterized wounds of the inured to deliver spectacular reticence despite such grievous diacope. Evil gilderoys of maleficence carve the sapwood of the periphery to aimless subversions miscarried by the modern atrocity of glamour memorialized as a sound-byte underminnow of a roaring rhombos rip tide as stocks wavy at the curvature of edgy demarche despoil the denuded wasteland of cultural despondency a wagtail to the impudence of famigerated affronts that deserve a sterling recompense wielded by the onerous and operose burdens of a prone decubitus of aboriginal bread seeded from Heavenly realms dissipating into the roars of blinded conflagration too meek to even exist on the ramshackle hillside of a barnstorm of aggression powerless to encapsulate the nexility of unspoken allegiance to destruction rather than the halidom of consecrated marriages balking at the caulked provisions of a slugabed monolith of craven capers on the recesses of abeyance in the interregnum of a time where famous people communicate with me. How can such a charismatic bravado of lurking presidency stoop to the denizens of usufruct in licentious latitudes on the outskirts of consideration even pretend anymore that the vacuum of effluvium (Gal 6:7) can be mocked and milked into the row of centuries blistering through the calenture of apprisal and heaved awakening as the zephyrs of the Occident meet temporal juncture with the coenesthesia of a hibernating trumpery formed by the turnverein of listless lethargy billowing through fumiducts of siphoned lavaderos of hypogeiody that the underground spasms of cacophony could marvel at the historic emergence of a magnate with the most powerful magnetism of God shepherding the true flock John 10:27 because he is willing to be the good shepherd and potentially die for his sheep John 10:11. Remember, whenever you hear a Queer Studies Radical Feminist bloviate on emasculated sardanapalian posture John 8:44 and even though personified as a masculine titan of bulwarks of immense otiose wilted inkburch shielding the world from true meaning, the maskirovka of the Devil is present in the dark trespasses of personal abandon among the wilderness of many marsupial jackals of martles wagtails to an invictive proclamation of invulnerable sappy sopanaceous filibusters against hefty sinew forged the bony fragments of the charnels lost to brief epitaphs never mourned in threnodies worthy of remembrance that the departed died with us and live again through us whether in Heaven as participant or on Earth as an acting battalion of the skullduggery of the mystique of shimmers of God acting on Man’s behalf 1 Col 1:15-16. That the firstborn of all creation obtains supremacy through the finalisms that I seek as the captain of trailblazing untrammeled roads we are reminded of the narrow and wide gates expanded by the explosion of thought that trespasses into the hidebound ratchet of a reasonable bleat becoming a harsh outcry of justice for Lebanon that they feel so powerless in implosion what could aggrieve potentate civilizations to the precipice of global maleficence in destruction. Swarming for alveolate hominid hominism as an outgrowth of alienation by design polarized spectral dangles at jaundice flamestun by the ordeal of oppositive barnacles to the chryselephantine habituation of a masked menace of Procrustean authority to muzzle the free license of armamentariums of a latent man keen to the kenspeckel visibilia that we might have punctuation in the poised primiparas of a hearkened unprecedented in modern history that the traipse of lapse is no longer the tenure of mindless calculation of authoritarian gabble sentries of a mobilized fleet of embodied human ignorance but a foisted sprite of whangams of apothegm that deserve in their gnomic respite from the phenakisms of a philogeant kumbaya assertive in its treony of radical compassion for those who dwell in tentpoles of revelry bound not to the covenant that sent us into light and sparkling in hidden obsolescence that the fulgurant words of Mount Horeb (Sinai) are both immaculate and without trace of sin because Acts 17:30 declares a powerful truth lost to the twinges of time that issued peremptory governance of my theology but through remission I admit the grievances of septiferous blockades of ponderous plodding nescience haunting the spectral aubades of paeans to a high-flown sun darting through galactic space apace of the velivolant sails of divine wind that come in the spree of recompense authored by the vines to which all roots belong rhizogenic and immutable because the demarches of time forget the marches against the cauterized grime of new-world suspicions of aleatory fickle gubernatorial proclamations that issue reverb more than sprinkle flanged atrocity in the sight of the holy ramparts of an active double-edged God who reminds us of our many witnesses but provides not a single latchkey of escapism resident to many hapless homes of the drunken sing-song rhapsody nullifying the psychotaxis of the motatory miserly Draconian charades of Leviathan grasping the tridents of warp-speed revisionism in a benighted world overrun by mandarist fictions that fumigate a pasteurized control of cultural malcontent in situations of dearth infested by the concentration camps of China that remain unheralded in brumal and brutish indoctrination spared from worldwide outrage by the tribunes that are complicit more in malfeasance than they are celebrated for the herald of heinous bletcherous crimes of abecedarian abligurition anointed in waste rather than refined like unquenched slakes of eternal water so that no man can thirst hungry for the daily bread without returning to the providence of God awakened. Recalcitrant by the impudent quislings of repugnasket flarmeys of advenient flummoxed besieged clairvoyance I bask and beaze on the light that never fades because of the brackish whisk of a barnstorm of allegiance that is contumely to a bromide society listless in inferiority of intellect to my former streaks beyond jejune reiteration of the Jehu mentality against the canine fate of Jezebel and her faltered ministry of ewnastique waged as battalion gore of a trifling musket of an aboriginal swim through the oceanic gaze of peerless eternity squirming because of flagging resolution among the spandrels of incommunicable largesse lolloped extravagantly not just for the spoils of hyped pedigree but also a chamade to Heaven to enlist the purblind vestiges of a crambazzled Earth rejuvenated in adolescent esprit rather than callow eclat against the outrecuidance of whimpered miserly conscientiousness that exists in a shorter frame of reference than the provident dashes through a furlough of time and ancestry to cobble together a lapidary bristling excoriation of the tumescent squabbles of mystique brave enough to rarefy the humid pasteurization of a mannequin kenspeckel still-frame jilt of jostled infamy brusque in its curt envies borne of still-born promenades of a whasper between the youthful ligony and the intrepid soul of a collective warrior debased by the adscititious participant to elegant effronteries of the newfangled intellectual vogue that is the grombang of the tralleyripped hamshackle of ostentation meeting mirrored paralysis in sheepish ewnastique creations meddlesome in their ironic frizz of recursion as I lounge on the habits of creation by intelligent lurches of design that appointed the demarcations of all creatures and the mysterious bridge between the missing links that remain elusive to the flombricks of the misery of epigenetic rhizogenic imparlance of desuetude cringing at foresight littered with the disaster of ravished hindsight blushing at the limpid degeneration of the vapid varnish of benighted ligony rather than heroic strides of stoic-epicurean compromise in the apolaustic pursuit of the one eternal God present in rebellion but never the temptress of mendacity and mendaciloquence because the tug I have on speed is ratifying a cauterized casualty in the spumid betrothed wicked snuffs of extinguished furor for a time beyond barnstormed racloir rugged origination and faulty phenogenesis that escorts mythos into actionable litanies of the awakened breed scoffing at the inkburch of “Electrolytes”-wernaggle that besets the queer fascinations of a warped generation. The pytherian swank of artrench embodied in the recocted rendevation of hypetrophy in hubris swaddled by the reductive dranger polluting the realm of compliant complicant complaints of the ashowel of albatross astroud in the hibernaculum of langlauf rather than the ultramontane fiduciary tether to the estrockentch rather than the laureates of plevisable courage found in truest shades of vinsky not the subhastation of a gaslighted galvanization of purebred classy swivels of opportunism nor the ravenous incubus appetite for usufruct in subversion belongs to the behest of an insular nesiote flexing the flux of subversion as the candid posies of saccharine immodesty become relegated figments of the everlasting age of promised propriety rather than rigid stultimathy of hackencrude virtues of virtuosos that marvel at troudasque wonders occluded by the girlcott of Team Biden and his militarized soldiers of desiccation of trumpery and the faucets unbounded by swanky concealed epithets of regaled rentgourge by a hapless objection of the runic destruction of apothecary leniency becoming of the betokened emblazonry of scrimshank in every perfuncturation but embodiment of character shouldered by every chasm of power erected in demolition of the warped egintoch radicalism of the submerged wernaggles of the hopeless minority swimming with autodimplage few have to bear but the truest flock of God heeds my voice and has the sapience to spare themselves of contumely and invective to hearsay of invictive triumph beyond radioglare swirk to renege the musical providence of the chamades to the asterongue I often take for granted by immunifacient degrees of the foretold encroaching upon the crux of a pivotal and pivoted destiny not distant from cordial providence. The sweedle of epigones for the risctender of obligation to subvert the coryphaeus with the rigmarole of gentincture borrowed from the Gates’ formulaic effleck of perverse warbles of collectivized contrition for abetted cultural pederasty limpid in its achieved objective of the crudenzy borrowed from a lacking impediment to arentrum belonging to the knowledgeable happenstance of the glorified dengonin is a denostram that forestalls the agelasts behind porsters of culture rather than legitimate mainlined contamination of wellsprings of fliction of paranoiac enthusiasm might swim in kinkativy blinkered blind piebald girouettism but never dauntless in sematic entrenchment of robust dilettantism as the swaddled corrugation of time into centripetal ****** against centrifugal modernism that alienates propriety while estranging by vacuous vacuums the outspoken progeny of the surviving age beyond the Jay and Silent Bob travesty that manifests as a glower of menacing Bushian invention to tarnish with ****** mythos the drapes of a defenestrated realism of the flinkers of sheepish indignation against many drakstings of intonorous sclerotic mandibles of crackjaw chockablock annihilation of core precepts and institutions indelible from the face of a quixotic entreaty of a ragged intrusion of ageotropic monoideism above the secular-clerical fidelity of honest witness borne of triumph and tribulation festooning the nativist hyperbole into a useless effigy of mountebank imposture silly in precision and purblind to gallantry. Yet I must kisswonk rather than truckle under such ponderous pretense because of a sertivine certainty in the thickets of prudence rather than the tomfoolery of humgruffin impudence scaffolds me to a post-modern ****** that shanks through prisons of guilt and burrows an interrogation of reality supreme over all complaint that the virtuosity of the Gifted (the elect flock that comprehends my volcanic diatribes against mandarism and stomachs them without sardonic pastorauling insults of passerby vicissitude) will spare many nations of awakened perjury against human instinct in the fitness of nations to denigrate the populist squalor of lurid and livid ewnastique wernaggles of the listless buttress against my formal modesty encouraged in all affairs even in aggrieved humility belonging to intimidation rather than spawned jostles through the rumpus of shunamitism that might rankle a later age.  Yentrified morality is a personal flapdoon against the promiscuous pederasty of freewheeling ophelimity and the lurking narquiddity of the traindeque of donnist hedonism to hijack my psychedelic tolerance into an unwarranted and inadvisable sanction into the netherworld of the frinterans of cultural modality that curdact religion into a cosmetic cosmogony rather than a soldiered infamy becoming a beacon on a towering hill growing in solidarity with the pleonasm of existence itself which surpasses crude formulas that already abide by the riches of decorum too much to be admired as trigger-happy fools run the asylum of domesticated irony and the librettos to downfall rather than the wassails of “The Man” becoming more masculine in featured charisma rather than defiled against Leviticus among others who preach belonging to nuclear creed without fission but for true rapprochement to the fusion of the treony with legitimate gripes of unsung complaint among the masculine minority. The traindeque of a baseline complaint aggrieved by the kilmarge carapace of stiltanimity for the hackencrude resentment of the inkburch of illiteracy is a profligate degeneracy lurid in hyped enmity that the envied entreaty becomes the despotic shadow masquerading in shadows blossoming into the full wisdom of the mature sophrosyne heart eager to pour out blessings upon a conservation of recycled epitaphs becoming hearsay in a rebarbative convolution of redacted rigmarole incendiary to whittled henpecks of political engineering but never vapid in their flagging insistence upon an ecumenical toleration of the brooks of modernity and compromise upon which much felicity is aggrandized and permuted against the spoilsport frinterans who encage a dodgy moralism in wilted etiolated jaunty pedigree that espouses the maudlin grievous and ghastly ghouls and sprites that haunt the fictional hobgoblins of the Potemkin Village that finds usury convenient and perjury even more facile for the glib facetious engineers of modalities of hatred unsung by the ribald witwanton “I got a Solution...You’re a ****…South Carolina What’s Up” crowd that never marvels at ingenuity or rarely attempts it in the summit of the climacteric jaundice of hidebound whemmles of ridicule sparring against spartan flagitious wiseacres of genocide of ideation for the revelry of armed missives denatured by raw promotion of the questionable ethics of a flavork of needed slakes of unquenchable desire swarming us with daily temptresses not of wayward women but the disarmed pretense of a lapidary rejoinder to a long expatiation or harangue against hackencrude curdles of rowboat injustice masquerading as sentinel savory destruction of the towering edifice of proclamation. There is great menace in the casuistry of sophist philogeant philocubists dicey with destiny for mincemeat puppetry against sciamachy for the gallionic rise of gammadions in the craven lore of baseline pasquinade rallied to the insuperable causes of tribal shibboleth anointed by secular totemisms of fracture and fricative hisses of lineage that amount to pleonasms of brassage rather than mystagogical mystique of the prestige of human fraternity that shatters paradigms of creed and invites an honest vestige of Noble Savages to roam the Earth yet again unencumbered by lugubrious welters of misnomer and malapropism wagered by artifices of guileless supremacy that is cursory prima facie neglect of even the sororal duties not of sophomoric glib facetious cowardice of backbited backlash of venom militarized for the desuetude of entertained visagists sculpting *****-nilly their version or verdict of decisive apartheid when we should all rally behind the united frontier of the chosen flock in the chosen generation to truckle beneath the pews not of ignorance aggravated by the polluted kilmarge egintoch puritan barbs against publicity choices I now regret (as an emolument to an incredibly euphoric track with a poor miserly message to the enchanted flock inoculated from such diversions) because alighted upon the quenched thirst of salvation I will be judged more harshly as a teacher James 3:1 than the rest of my flock but gifted with the gratuitous salvation carved from the chiselers of ribald infamy capering around with dacoitage and ladronism of the bomans of unsuspecting quixotic caprice I must reckon with the burden of ghoulish shadows on the spectral imprint of my eternal soul relishing in vicarious splendor yet bereaved of quintessential love 1 Cor 13:4 that is necessary for the nuclear conclamation of vibrant hues of resplendent and refulgent providence necessary not from a dynastic perspective but from an aimed providence that alerts dynamism rather than chides with mimes of useless schadenfreude carved from the prestidigitation of the wicked condemned in Galatians 6:7 for the mockers of sanctanimity accorded upon me as gratuity that no man can boast my elite ears and my astute wonderworks of imagination qualified me for prophecy and among the most mesmerizing prophecies registered to fulfillment that the world has ever yet witnessed because the watershed isn’t a bridgewater for the chavish of ignoramus hatred congealed into thrombosis but the narrowed gate enlarges to encompass the swath of man amenable to the flocks that escort me into permanence rather than regale the tridents of a hedonism that elected me clairvoyant at a cost of immaculate splendor registered to the holy clergy of the Sacred Catholic Church and the broader Ecumenical Endeavor that tries to be a seamstress and bridge elemental divides inherent to divided approaches to liturgy which flex their strengths in times of robust fortitude rather than become a subhastation to the vestiges of the pilgrimage to false tabernacles erected by people cozened into charlatan endeavors by the pernicious and persnickety whiplash of Least Common Denominator subversion of widely heralded sentience and sapience enriching the lot of human ambition rather than stoking useless conflagrations of refracturism accorded to the swallock of primposition of the hackneyed hackencrude that swivels with the odious ornery pretense of overtures not to apertures and lychgates of the true abiding Heaven felt on Earth by many Christians whether in sobriety or not without the evil maleficence of a misguided donnism of narquiddity for the grambazzles of aged recklessness aborning on vacant responsibility that is rickety in its magnanimity of absolution because of the ulterior chase for bottom-line top-dollar oligochrome foisted by the cartels that blind true spiritual insight from ever reaching the magnitude of ambition required to shape mountains of revolution among the tertiary squabbles of a conversant Earth open to the troudasque gallop into yield and cloveryield for repcrevel reforms the paludism of the swamp remains skittish about conforming to because objectivism is a renegade of perspicuous light blinkering in hubris and gourmandizing the hinderbaggle of cosmetic pollutions aggravated by the plevisable articles of envy and TLDR politics to “Electrolyte” logic that is a sad recursive wernaggle of the useless buffoonery of humgruffins of tatterdemalion spate rollicking in the magpiety of a timid consentient faltering myth of unanimity among the beleaguered rainbows of many lugubrious tears showering bickering blasphemy upon the mockery of God for the pleasantry of self-aware sheepish resignation that professes only that any form of meritocracy is existentially unfounded only because the beehive elected its progeny the scepter of the ironclad kingdom that wages war against idolatry and serenades heaven with luxury simultaneously. We are all shepherds of providence and there is power enough in collective prayer that we don’t fiddle around with bodewash in mistaken identity but riddle the persnickety blemish of the fastidious critiques of biting sarcasm as a tantamount blasphemy and a criminal repartee of sardonic cloys of inanity foisted above truth. The peevish breedbates who scour my evidentiary pillar of chiseled vertebrae of unbroken bones of solidarity with oikonisus will be sorely disappointed in their truthful audits of my true perception because in every single case it exonerates me from the pulpit of menacing idiots who scrawl random gabble in attempts to sound smart while reeking of iniquity wrought by the gavels of predevoted inferiority of complexion and attitude that gravitates them to an insensate benumbed transmogrified bailiwick of an appalling atrocity of mythomaniacal myths spurned by consensus among those who prize my grandeur above the superstitions of the illiteracy of the rancid rankle of otiose stupidity writhing its own sheepish envy of arbitrary dislike motivated by feminist aggressors waging warfare on turf I already conquered by swaying the intelligentsia to beckon my cause rather than pillory me on a false scaffold of frinteran abuses of the nyejays of bernacle that junediggle in the taradiddle of the nanciful excoriation of my leaden corpse weighed down by the witchcraft of connivance trayning its own delicate myths while avoiding scrutiny for appalling contumely that deserves an audience more suited for fracklings of treony belonging to the trinkochre of the rising alienation and suicides among perverted gay indoctrination that is a scourge on the planet because it willfully denies with its portentous hibbles the regaled wisdom of the culminated age against renegades of apostasy and for the behemoths of true monumental change that sizzles in savory circles among the vanguard only to alarm the Status Quo hijack of my entire endeavors as a covert crusade to use wrecking-ball fashion tactics to cosmetically incisively and insidiously perform a harprick of surgery upon a blameless countenance only for being a thorn to wragatek wragapole slavery which wages war against universal salvation because it gripes with inkburch and circular pleonasms about the most obvious glaring lies and feasts upon the serrated edge of the capers of hatred that frolic in meadows too skittish to enter the barbarian fortress of my forested residence robust in fortitude and glowering with a menacing contempt for runaround psychobabble that obganiates the obelisk of the moribund crusade to make normative ethics effeminate and to enthrone inviolable women’s speech as supreme to any male objections like the Cristiano Ronaldo accuser that came forth 8 months after #MeToo one of the most dishonest campaigns in modern history enthroned by Hollywood elites in gammerstang insurrection against pay-gap ethics done manipulatively with the sapwood of mendaciloquence like Blasey Ford whose physiognomy reeked of maudlin pretense that was so ornery in how obvious of a maleficence the intrepid Abortion Agenda has over the minds of selfish women who prefer ecbolic second-term abortions to the servile gripes of primiparas building new life rather than tearing down the scaffolds of new generations. Hominism deserves its rise because-in increasing numbers-men are derelicted by society and coerced into vapid tallespin enslavement that ridicules itself with the perjury of soul to the soulless vanity of recursive cycles of benumbed narquiddity found in “****** Hero” among other atrocities littering the human fascination with the hinderbaggle of our polluted age verging on totemic blistering hegemony of a few rotten apples corrupting the vagrant ingenuity of the forgotten champion who ushered in a new era of candor in the attempted interregnum of the United States government because I Am Hollywood got the name correct considering how many memorials there are to me in the movie industry. The junediggles of sc-ha-den-freud-e which is as deliberate of a German pun as JUDEn JuDEN which shows the German language is as farsighted as you can get and why many of my neologisms have a German tinge to them. German is an elegant language with botched syntax but a peerless repertoire of vocabulary and even though I love French, the Germans are smart because their language is smart not just because of petty arguments of pedigree which are specious at best. Being dontolesque with  the zenkidu of rengall nauclatic mythos is an artful degree which accords nominal prestige to licentiates while excorifying the obvious metaphors of sunblind logic that scours the scorched Earth of internet diatribes of sophistry and dethrones the Marcie Biancos of the world “Heterosexuality is officially OVER...K Bye” with her 145 IQ and a Stanford Degree in Queer Studies (A professed atheist by her own Twitter admission) with the warped logic to equate a heterosexual relationship for a woman as ******* to patriarchy. For someone that well-studied in literature she sure is a dumb-*** and I will demolish the syntagma of those that root against me for Status Quo preservation in the official interregnum of Saturdays during the Trump Presidency. We need an official referendum on the ideas of termagant illogical anti-egalitarian poison that derives from a deracinated worldview that doesn’t contextualize how powerful language is at shaping thought because if the entire world were Anglophonic every single country on Earth virtually would see immediate dividends in terms of intellectual creativity and limber with concepts and percepts because it is no accident the most successful empire in History the United Kingdom, was favored because of its shibboleths of Shakespearean creativity draped with flairs of the irreverent while gilded by God to be a majestic commonwealth. England and France monopolized a huge majority of history by no accident because although English might be a slightly keener language the French culture of salons of freewheeling intellectual enlightenment gilded the 17th and 18th centuries into absolution despite the Panglossian epithets of Voltaire who was ironically dissuaded from religion because of the All Saints Day 1755 Lisbon Earthquake and Tsunami. We need to be vigilant against encroachments of perceived shibboleths and more keen on an affirmative meritocracy that favors the poor and blesses the meek in their poverty and inspire ambition among them to join the coteries of refinement in thought sometimes harder to achieve with crackjaw lollops in pleonasmic languages that fail to articulate with nexility or forceful wit the true abstractions that govern the pataphysics of the unknown. Language is so decisive over human thought that it is incumbent upon every language to refine its vocabulary to trayne compendious verbiage and trim the hedges of global reform to invite the curiosity of the age to favor all creeds and languages of Abraham and the diverse progeny of a variegated panoply of majestic feats common to all parlance and capacity beyond just the Anglophonic snare because the world needs not a chicanery of blustering churlish buffoonery but an Almighty respect for the consanguinity of all to God’s blessed creation that he inseminated by his deliberate hands to enrich the world with diversity rather than cleave the world with piecemeal skeumorphs of radical propaganda that opposes the modern and post-modern egalitarian streak. One wrong must be corrected, however, the underrepresentation of Hispanics in the media and in film because this grave error is much more pervasive than the ******* LGBT inclusion narrative because these days the lollygags of fashionista odalisques with Obelisks to Baal get more say over the common decorum than the marginalized bronteum of the  rich and vibrant Latino culture which is squelched by the poverty of media and Hollywood representation. Synectics showcases how a henpecked aim at the synaesthesis of culture congregated around our Almighty Father blessed among the nations who adhere to the progeny of Abraham can be more blessed when working together rather than tribal with nepotism and aristocratic in sustained affronts to the elevation of affirmative meritocracy to the forefront of discussion rather than the froward backlash of benumbed narquiddity because the synallagamatic nature of complexity needs to be devolved with industrious ambition to all cultures and the savory flair of the vogue needs not merely a wednongue fascination with an eventual terminus of crudenzy but a sustained intellectual reformation on all fronts to standardize the English language through Hollywood and the Music Industry so that the dragnets of appeal etch a permanent trace into the engraved souls of the true flock John 10:27 are consecrated in divine purpose to reverse the Babylonian Diaspora of confused and conflated purpose that stunts the raltention of humane course and the proper pataphysical syncrisis of an evolved mundane temperament that transcends the circular traps of circumlocution common to the milquetoast industrial titans who winsomely charm with toady gestures the elitism of a moribund philosophy of intellectual thought delegation to elevate the common rhetoric to reach new pinnacles in both tribune and political gamesmanship because higher standards are required even when they surpass some common understanding so that every ambition becomes a conclave for the goal of human unity solidified by the truth of the kerygma and proclaimed to all creation as the culminated synclastic reformation of the idea of indulgence and the propriety of regaled moderation that appeases the common decorum with a shared vested interest in Latin America especially which is besieged by the cultural tenets of obrogated specialization and denigrated by the common myths of warped phenogenesis which should be debunked as a wasm of hypocrisy limited because its callous tentacles lack the charismatic fulgurant equipment of future generations to bear the operose burdens of a quintessential time of harmony united by the hymns for God by God to appease the sentries in Heaven and the celestial realms that exist for our merriment more than our detriment. The sprauncy have the  frikmag to recognize the spuria of apocryphal heresies that encourage kinship above matriotism and shared fortitude for intellectual valor rather than “*** talk TLDR” hashtags abounding on the turf of the insensate wernaggle of clueless charlatans wiggling through life not because they were borne into slavery but because they choose to be Helicopter Parents of “Baby Shark” rather than token mantelpieces of enlivened culture shimmering with radiation of Gods glory as cemented in Colossians 1:15-16 because the firstborn of all creation lives in some form in the ligature of Christ 1 Cor 12:12 because there are so many talents that exist in our variegated world that the mastery of expertise in dominions of conversant fluency will abet the variegated crops of a draped humanity corrugated on its own ironies for the delicate sizzle of beatific felicity multiplying itself in centupled design over centuries to overcome hinderbaggle while realizing the fictions of some drawflark. The strigine world concedes to this upstart rooster maybe considered a parvenu of dearth but luxuriant in riches boundless to all that draw near to the kerygma of Christ and feast on his daily bread found throughout liturgy because we should listen to people like Cardinal Timothy Dolan who is exceptionally astute (perhaps an understatement) to guide us on a regenerative rather than degenerative pathway towards universal attempts at salvation that broach a new decorum bridged by aliens to select chosen emissaries to bridle the fissions of repartee reserved for the forlorn that balk at ambition rather than relish a new era of seditious determination against the determinist fallacy and for the mental health of those coping with autodimplage and sheepish regrets and persnickety articles of remorse because all the world deserves our consolation and desperate attention rather than the trumpery of the circus masquerade of marauding agitprop which congeals into thrombosis of toxicity as the vast majority of Democrats refuse to even hear Trump speak when he is discussing discursive solutions to enigmatic quagmires,for, if more people listened to Trump they would be disabused by the specious claims of his misogyny and white allegiances because his candor is brilliant and despite the prominent advocacy of Biden who has considerable prestige in my memory, we deserve a bipartisan syncretism that unites the world and unifies the country away from the swerve of salacious mythos and towards a rambunctious magpiety of solidarity against the secular humanism of a defunct piety to Marxist feminism which is a crudenzy among the awakened men around the world increasingly alienated by the hackencrude of wednongue illiteracy even trumpeted by the vanguard as panacea when it is a comestible form of poison. We need visionary unity where there was once toxic divisive balkanization of exclaves of limited foresight clashing with new wave awakening to the persecution of illumination itself for not a rigid hierarchy but a flexible structure of inclusion that adjusts to cultural expectancy and modifies the traindeque that strands many in institutionalized poverty especially in Latin America and India and obviously Africa too. The stegophilists of language should herald the aubade of the chavish of redintegration over the squawk of din of squabbles of internecine redacted revisionism beleaguering our lyceums with toxic agitprop even at the highest institutions of learning who balk often at the recycled auditorium of useful thought because their venal tilt is complicit in squelching freedom of thought and our schools should open early so that zig-zag-zoom politics around feldtrounds who are eagerly outnumbered by the patrons who police thought become agentic not with outspoken treacheries but inseminations of intimation to hint at the spectral mystagogical reality we are all members of despite hurdles that beset the hemiteries of odalisques who seek inertia rather than mobilization. The ribald underminnow of transparency is a carcinogen of the rampant siege of Status Quo coarse hypocrisy for tentative flings with cadged cloyed saturnine professions of the landmines of atrocious miscarriage as I soldier on in the causes of the poor and the forlorn to become enriched by the glory that God delivers with munificence so that all might be enriched by the emanations of the true vine and in distaste of error I rebuke the armada of belittled armamentariums of the cantonment of deep-state breedbates boiling over potboiler frikmag that exists as a transcendent obscurantism flowering in decisive times to warp the contextual footprint of a life served in the service of all the oppressed people as a kind of Moses figure raised by the elite and fighting for the criminally oppressed and the ****** of mediagenic hyperbole is dissatisfied by my glowering spectacles because they dismount from the equipoise of the righteous gallop towards ecumenical solidarity at untimely punctuations of juncture superseding the flictions of frikmag dethroning my righteous valor and provident sanctanimity to prowl like predatory wolves the fathers of the casuistry of mendaciloquence to accentuate the stridor of inopportune squalor of the selachostomous regimes of teetotaler totalitarian freebooters who prevent bootstraps from manufacture as they gradgrind the world into ergonomic insufficiency while I provide a Kamacho-like galvanization to the broader world that favors the consanguinity of all animate sentience to the aboriginal vine of the universe that plays with the toyed cadge of oppositive support but lends credence to a more evolved view than the crudity of encapsulated travesties inserted with jaundice against the lyceum of freedom of thought and the celerity of headless horseman galloping in partial interregnum to crown the strobic stridor of the stiver of the steven of contarianism engineered for walloped ringleaders of the renegades of heresiarch sedition in their odalisque oaths to Pagan dieties carved from the sapwood of gullible Illuminati naivety that professes allegiance to the worst whangam ever invented Baphomet and his faked cronies of ewnastique free-for-all diminutive crags in the renown of dawning light becoming cagey struthious structuralism embedded in sclerotic wasms of the wanhope of a nullified message becoming a sacred creed to the attentive while the lilt of the otiose drawl in serpentine convolution a ribald pleonasm of circular circumlocution that provides locomotive linearity rather than leapfrogged slogmarches into the province of the territorial alignment of kinship against the partisan hollertrap and the stigmatophilia of obsessive persnickety popinjay beadledom the last stronghold of the rickety resistence to this Saturday interregnum which presides over the better part of the intelligentsia if not the common pedestrian parlance because hortatory weights cannot be described in any other way than metagnostic flickers of Yellow Submarine vandalism of a pristine living animation of the humane spirit that prizes the plight of the poor and the blarney and blench of unjust opprobrium faced by the institutionalized bailiwick of flictions of gammadion gallionic posture when in fact they register as seismic entities engraved upon my Christian conscience that strictly welcomes the emigrants to truth from whatever consecrated virtue they originate from because all are capable of the same light and the same compassion of a beatified humanity rather than the relish of deep-state castophrenia which belies its own ribald gay mockery on live TV as not a single twinge of ****** attraction overtakes me in matriotic sardanapalian effrontery of a hollow but sadly hallowed vainglory of the hierodules that bury the coffers of patriotism in a sad LGBTQ graveyard of landmines that demonstrate a complete disregard of the nuclear family and should be decried as an outcry against redefined Christianity bolted to unshakable irrefragable beliefs in the constitution of man and women wed together in one monogamous flesh with the occasional cuddle of close tithes to the ******* of friendship as the slavery of sin in Leviticus 20:13 falls to the wayside because this patriotic lewdness is a vapid fatuous derangement that is a new low for the United States attempt to inoculate China from religious accord with the broader world and should be seen as a Chinese maskirovka worthy of the heaviest disdain and I will disavow America if it continues to bandy the tripwires of Chinese boondoggles under the American banner and pretend its pretense isn’t lagging under its own bletcherous abecedarian elementary fallacy of psychobabble oblivion of dark saturnine brusque termagants of tatterdemalion cloaks of the selfsame illusion of a desperation of China to wreck the United States economy and inseminate Florida, Arizona and Texas especially with the Coronavirus to swing the election in Biden’s favor with or without US Complicity to expedite the course of a virus which sees no resurgence in any other civilized country in the world while the heroic Russians, Germans, Israelis, French, British and true American Christians banish the barristers of bad taste as an acerbic poison on the wellsprings of a flagitious flag I would kneel for in the knells of disgrace if the pompous and completely inoculated missives of Buttigieg ******* continue to roam shepherded by deep state elitism to wreck the opportune moment of religious revival for petty reasons of chryselephantine gambit and gimcrack for institutionalized poverty which my ambition is to heal completely by sacerdotal deeds and consecrated prayers in the Lord whose peace surpasses the temporal despair of senectitude and comforts the grievances of the aggrieved because Galatians 6:7 is no more true than the fatuous display of muscular idiots waving American flags for turpitude rather than flogging very perverse Gay men in the streets which might be a more fitting outcome even though I must remove the plank in my own eyes first to see the irony of the detested. The doytin is no longer misguided by the nanciful derision of the vociferous clangor of the venal Gates mafia militia wrecking ball vaccination Bezos crew in Medina which is a mettle I can’t match when you own every citizen in the world in a few square miles of nesiote territory the denizens of conquest besieging religious sanctity with profane outbursts of corruptible linchpins on the public lynch of the strepsis of periblebsis that vitiates commonwealths of supreme sputtering regimented clairvoyant superlative alabaster wealth of the isangelous protectorate of the supreme God that supervises his careworn flock into the storge against the scourge of prosodemic stigma stained in bleeding heart liberal bathed tears of pseudoautochiria of Jim Morrison glaring in the face of the triads that Killed Him in the French Connection ******* of 71’ that outnumbered his hobohemia of loyal jewish bohemians livid in the rhapsody of nurture rather than enfeebled by the unfurled destiny of the Soul Kitchen he foresaw to his own pitiable demise at probably the hands of strangulation because no autopsy was performed. Although repetitive Transparent is a real anthem for oracular mystagogical transcendence a mandatory hymn for the ryseolagnus of the poetic verve of a new wave swooning the cordial progressive of atmospheric oneness with the primordial vine and the vintners that congregate on populated soil to feed a desolate destitution of synoecy or synaesthesis in the syncretic rhapsody of the subfocal ageotropic plenilune yet saturnine lugubrious toil of those that shovel through the albatross of ewnastique recapitulation to the same tired “Its got what plants crave, it’s got electrolytes” wernaggle of the hopelessly dismal inkburch of illiteracy crawling like a Hyacinth House on a vacant graveyard turf guarding the legionaires of rapid-fire zig-zags through a serpentine curvature of the ligaments of fabricated space warped through prismatic lenses of aperspectival time aspiring for ventriloquial enamored rapture upon Earthly parallax with tapestries of refulgent cascading wandering wonder that meditates its own lucubration with careworn tutelage against the wasms of dying oleaginous swelters of redshort opportunistic vultures swooping with Raven’s claws against the odometer of viewership surpassing records in unspeakable wisdom that crowds out the crambazzle toonardical wreffelaxity of the tiresome nuisance of ornery brawn muscled into a formidable triage in vengeance for Jim Morrison’s scripted eviction from Earth either by poisoned ****** or by  Asphyxiation by the French Connection avenging RFK and the cultural revolutions of 67’ in Haight Ashbury and the widespread percolation of treacheries fathomed to the most obvious degree in showmanship that it bristled as an affront so severe that even the patronage of Paris wasn’t immune to infiltration. His threnodies will always be sung with Triumph that the hallowed day of a monumental soul eluding the darkness of purgatory into the welcoming aborning light of the noontide progeny of eternal ataraxia awaited him in the stagecraft tub of blasphemy bellowing ratcheted warnings that not even the palatine grasp of a potentially divine being was inoculated from the deep dark chasm of nefarious skullduggery for boasting so widely and openly of his professed foresight to glamorous to be hidden as the beacon of virtuosity that galvanized a generation to flout the  futtocks of a keelhauled vision of sanitized purblind mortality that the fear of death rarely crossed the mind of the greatest fearless poet of an entire epoch that we may pray that Jim Morrison feasts in Heaven atoned for his sins and is at peace with God now. The substratose congeniality of marginalia on the outskirts of pederasty in cultural miscarriage owned by hierodules boundless in their lurid debaucheries that they might be remanded for being custodians of hostage to a prolific nescience  reaffirming their dying posture in the extinction of sardanapalian coverthrow of repcrevel camorras of ladronism and dacoitage always cauponate in imbibed throes of lewd AstroTurf outrecuidance glowering at sanctity with a bereaved psychobabble divorced from the purebred empiricism of true giants of industry that are almost insuperable in their extortion that their darkness in deeds of Kobe Bryants assassination do not go unpunished at least in Los Angeles. His untimely death as with many others registered on the Richter Scale because Come Clean perverts from Kansas City wanted San Francisco to win to clean the mops of janitorial revenge of the subturbary rickety foundations of a flailing moral compass so wicked in arbitrage that no subreption undetected would flourish among capernoited vigilantes of poached titanism and illuminism scarring the vestiges of enigmatic encroachment upon untouchables daring the frights of the Living Daylights of scurrilous rebukes so scathing in their menacing depiction of negligent bromides of token sacrilege and scarred sacrifice of a scarecrow example of how the prosodemic scourge of befuddled turgid pristine transmogrified heralds scampered away with pseudoautochiria that afflicted Jimi Hendrix suspiciously as well. My support is behind the justice warriors aggrieved by the Beirut explosion because they deserve a vindictive outcome that quells the quislings of atrocity of the popinjay beadledom of the unspeakable tremors of seismotic popples of unrest warranted in Lebanon the homeland of Keanu Reeves a saint among men for his peerless grace and agraceries of the smog of myth evanescence becoming perdurable swings of the humdingers of berated jaundice becoming the prerogative of the revenge of a city leveled to the ground by suspicious skullduggery and I am surprised they lay dormant for this long in their protracted grievance over the ghoulish frights of one of the most unheralded major events in recent memory. We need to highlight the plight of Lebanon so that world leaders are frightened even of intimidated people tranquilized by terror rather than enlivened by the propriety of redacted rejoinders that serve the ulterior mission of a Titanic bravery that never sinks beneath the sumptuary treacle of grombang grambazzle and supercherie of the supercalendar of poignant repined repose derailing an emolument to ecumenical solidarity. Lets highlight Lebanon as an inexcusable trespass worthy of some mighty reckoning if not a riveted war but at the very least a devastated twinge of outrage.
Welcome to my nightmare of monstrosity,
A view, deep within a person's atrocity.
We live in a world where evil dethrones,
All what is left where light once shone.

From the depths, once we dreamed...
Now we crawl hiding from the beast within,
Through the infernal flames, we walked
Out from the darkness, once we thought.

It's endless and so it seems!
The suffering won't just die from within,
It rages through like blazing fire,
Devouring all of you and your desires.

What makes a nightmare? What makes it real?
Perhaps you're not dreaming? Maybe it's how it seems?
Waking up hoping for a difference,
Then forcing oneself to sleep
Just to pretend, to try escaping it!

With the absence of illusion one may suffer, not  knowing the truth!
Does it matter now? When you're consumed and left nothing to lose.
Just go on live your life! Or just end it! Enough design your demise!
Hiding, Cowering in the dark! Just to know you're all alone...

A living nightmare worst than when you're asleep,
No point of escaping either way you will face defeat.
For it is you who won't let go! Addicted with the affliction!
For you feed your demons with fears and desolation!
Holly Keller Jan 2013
The winding whispers of a newborn leaf
Uncurl its muted rhymes
And weave the Lord’s eternal song
Among the trails of time

God’s risen Son reclaims our souls
To rouse a slumbering earth
And spins a fragrant melody
That mirrors our rebirth

Mingling shadows shake the stillness
Ringing through the trees
In hushed remembrance of the ancient cross
That held salvation’s key.

Faded murmurs of the Savior’s voice
Engulf the rambling sky
To wrap her soul in solitude
Where untouched dreams reside

The rosy frailty of a budding branch
Dethrones its broken past
Hung with the breath of dormant hopes
Resurrected at long last

My wild wanderings lead me back
Where the wide-eyed crocus stirs
A transient token of abiding grace
As long as faith endures

From Christ’s surrender arose new life
Where the light of redemption springs
His footsteps call my spirit home
Borne on eternity’s wings.
Svetoslav May 2021
pineapple light sparks
flowing life reflecting on
opals deviation
lunar queen goes for a rest
amber king dethrones her
Syllable Count: 31 ~ lines 5/7/5/7/7
Big Virge Sep 2021
There Are MANY Jewels In...
... The Crown of Life...
  
And A BIG ONE Is...
Being Able To THINK... !!!
  
A Jewel That Links...
To... POSITIVE Things... !!!
  
Because Those Who DON’T...
And Take Life For A JOKE...
Tend To Hold Fools Gold...
That Leaves Them BROKE...
And In... Lonely Zones... !!!
  
However... Being Able...
To Keep Yourself STABLE...
When You’re Alone...
Is A Jewel That Dethrones...
  
Things Like Misery...
Because Like They Say...
It Really Likes Company...
That Can Damage Families...  
In The WORST Kind of Ways... !!!
  
But It’s Also Said...
That To Find A Good Wife...
Is A JEWEL That Rests...
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Now I Really Don’t Know...
If It’s An Accurate Quote... ?!?
  
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How To Make A Man WHOLE... !!!
  
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Another Jewel In The Crown...
That Defeats Getting Drowned...
When You Face A TOUGH Challenge... !!!
  
Like To Stand And Face...
Those Who Deal In HATE...
  
A Jewel That’s CRUEL... !!!
That Has NO CROWN... !!!
  
It Just Causes FROWNS...
And Fools Who ABUSE...
The Crowns’ BASIC Rule...
  
Do Unto Others...
As You’d Like Done To You... !!!
  
And RESPECT Your Mothers...
And Your Fathers... TOO... !!!
  
Unless They’re A Part...
of ******* Crews... !!!
  
Because... WITHOUT THEM...
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So RESPECTING YOURSELF...
Is Another... Crown Jewel... !!!
  
UNLIKE The One Seen...
In The Crown That’s Used...
By The British Queen...
So Don’t Get Them Confused... !!!
  
The Jewels In The Crown...
That These Rhymes Speak About...
  
Are NOT THOSE That Shine...
Or Are Those That Are STOLEN... !!!
  
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In Standards That Focus...
On... Living Life...
WITHOUT Dealing In Potions...
That Leave Folks BROKEN... !!!
  
Like Stocks And Brokers...
of... COLONIAL Rule...
Who ENSLAVED And ABUSED...
To Obtain Their Jewels... !!!
  
That Are Born From Falsehoods...
That Refuse What’s... Good...
  
Like Natural Food...
Another Crown Jewel...
That Will Serve You WELL...
And Maintain Your Health... !!!
  
As Does The Jewel...
of Knowledge of Self...
That Breeds Spiritual Wealth... !!!
  
That Will NOT SELL...
It’s Soul Well Short...
  
Like People Now Caught...
In The Trap Where Cash...
Is ALL That They Live For... !!!
  
A... DANGEROUS Road...
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Because Greed And Vanity...
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They’re For Dogs Whose Bones...
And Souls Are... COLD... !!!
Like The Blackest Holes...
And Those Who Mould...
How People Are CONTROLLED...
  
But The Crown of Life...
Has Jewels That Are BRIGHT...
That DEFINE What’s RIGHT... !!!
  
Like Using Your Mind...
To Express What It Finds...
About Life’s Designs...
And To Share Insights...
  
That Are THOUGHTFUL And WISE...
... As Well As Being PRECISE... !!!
  
A Jewel With NO Price...
Like... Getting Old... !!!
  
So Is The One That Holds...
The... Number One Spot... !!!
Because It Comes With WISDOM... !!!
  
A... VERY RARE JEWEL...
That’s NOT Found By Everyone... !!!
  
Because Most CAN’T See...
Beyond Lust And Vanity... !!!
  
And This Thing Called Money...
That’s Just... PAPER And INK... !!!
  
Or This Need For Vaccines...
To Stop Us Getting Sick...
  
When The Jewel That People NEED...
Is To Question And To... THINK...
  
BEYOND Talk From Pharmacists...
... Politicians And Medics...
And Their Packs of Scientists...
  
The Types Who Said Things...
Like... DON'T Deal In Cannabis...
Or We’ll Lock You Up With Crims'... !!!
  
Yup... The SAME HYPOCRITES... !!!
Who Now Want To GIVE YOU IT... !!!
  
As Long You As You...
... ACCEPT A JAB... !!!
  
People Really Need To...
... THINK About That...  !!!
  
Because THAT Jewel Is A SCAM... !!!
  
You See The... Jewel of...
Knowledge And Thought...
And Common Sense Born...
From Using Your Thoughts...  
To Be Those That ABSORB...
  
What It Is That Links...
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Is A Jewel That’s PRECIOUS...
Just Like... THAT RING...
That Was Made For Kings... !!!
  
The One Where You...
Use Your Brain To THINK... !!!
  
For... YOURSELF... !!!
And NOT For The Crews...
Who Use Jewels To ABUSE...
That... DIVIDE And RULE... !!!
  
So REMEMBER That...
It’s MENTAL WEALTH...
That’s The Jewel That Really...
Will Serve You WELL... !!!
  
And Is One That Will Help You...  
... LAUGH And SMILE...
In The Face of What Are...
The... TOUGHEST TRIALS... !!!
  
And Is The Jewel That You'll Find...
  
That's MORE VALUED Than...
ALL The Others COMBINED... !!!  
  
That Are Part of What I See.....
  
As Being.....
Not the type of crown that most people think of....
Becca Jul 2013
The angels watching over me
to hold me as I sleep
the father with the Earth in hands
My soul is his to keep
My mother's mother's fairy tales
her daughters blinding trust
When tragedy and misery
convince her that she must

In wooden pews and basement rooms
with bible tightly clutched
I listened to the fairy tales, the fables forming rust
On alter I held out my hands
to catch the chunk of bread
That pastor always said to me
where flesh of the son long dead

Fifteen years of song and dance
Fifteen years of grace
Fifteen years spent listening
their stories gone to waste

But the world grows larger
the questions too
and the faith is quickly lost
replaced by science, philosophy
common sense dethrones the cross

I want so desperately to believe
for your sake more than mine
Eternal life is a dream to me
but I hate to see you cry

My mother's mother passed her faith
by my mother I have failed
She prays for me each day and night
but her worries I can't assail

Oh mother, mother can't you see
this faith is yours not mine
The word of God is not enough
but maybe, give me time.

Angels I have heard on high
in God I place my trust
It's the son, the cross, that I decline
He's your savior, not mine.

As angels lay me down to sleep
I hope one day you'll see
My mother's mother's parables
lend no comfort to me

Oh mother, mother can't you see
it kills me when you pray
for something I cannot give you
and by each passing day
your expectations grind at me
they make it hard to stay
Oh mother, mother I'm begging you
don't push me away

The father watching over us
holds me as I sleep
and comforts me each night as my anxiety will creep
into me heart, I trust in him
but thats all I can give
let it be enough for you
I'm trying, let me live.
what's rhyme scheme?
Gavin Betty Mar 2015
Ring ring, screamed the teens phone,
Ding ****, cried the bell,
No ones answered a door for a friend,
Since the great wifi curtain fell,
Pay no attention to what you can be,
A wonderful world awaits,
Ran by blood and money,
Oh! The beauty of business baits,
The one true God,
the almighty dollar,
Dethrones that fraud.
And silences a Hollar.
Why feed the hungry,
When you can feed yourself,
Why give clean water,
When you can stock your shelf?

Well maybe I'm just tired,
Of always making excuses,
And maybe im just sick,
Of the horrible things we do,
I want a world desired,
Otherwise we're all useless.
I've given up on the *****.
That claims he wants what's best for you.
I don't know.
Alisha Apr 2018
A few hold a wall in front of them.
Pretending to be someone they are not.
Trying to impress the world.
Trying to impress themselves.
We sometimes try too hard to impress that we forget what we are doing.
True friends "may" see through farcades, true friends "will" love you for who you are.... without the pretending.
We stick ourselves in this teenage mindset, thinking that we have to be perfect, flaws are a bad thing. Life has ended before it could begin.

We need to understand that facades, is not open, and dethrones our true nature. For one to love us we need to love yourselves first. ;)
Ivan May 7
one fair Sunday, air will flow beneath me
I'll fly above palm trees and the blue sea
so when sunrise dethrones the fireflies
I'll be the eagle surfing sapphire skies

but send an angel to teach me blasphemy
as I'm mortal without the chemistry
to soar up and touch heaven’s canopy
God decrees 'humans aren't feathery'

so, rise defiant and grow my wings through
to glide as a jet, one man crew and say ‘I flew’
but when God gets a clue to what we do
he will fire you and strike me through

but not before that fair wind lifts my wings
to see beyond the things fit just for kings
Aditya Roy Jul 2019
I getting for the world, ready of the droll
The time-traveling honors never flowed

The feet on your flannel and the drink's in a smiling cup
Of seminal poetry, and the frisky stations that keep your cuckoo rockin'

In my present state of mind in the frame of the dogma
The dogs of the militants and edicts of the enemy
Listing your killings like the million operations
Like a speck of dust in the billions

The thousands waste and die and roll in the deep
Making my feet crawl in underwood for the dance
In the floor of the stop and the eighteen run-outs
And drive-ins could n't the flops and shows that sheet curled

Of the bar that was dry, saying this will be the day that I bite
Look if this ***** won't feel
Like the records on the old store shelf, reading these books is like music

The feelings so unusual, and the years are so beautiful
Will you get older with the seams on your face which smile when
Being at the broken edges seems right, I just about cut enough about

How cute you look when you are mine, in this plasticine face
Pinch of dust and light as leaves and the weather
Light as a feather, the discord, and the beat goes on
On a dethrones, the kings of their station of kings so cross

Turning around a creamy ******, coming *******
With a hot fever and this unusual day will be when I die
Living beyond my dignity, and the price and the rights I print
According to my name, to fund it in vain and funnel it out
Of luck and stunted growth and the shortness has got me in the breath
Mark Sep 2019
Behind the thoughtless rush that rules my dome;
Rebels a thought to it's impermanence
Infrequent tho', as sweet aromas roam
Intoxicating even doubting sense;
Yet lingers still, equating 'bout an itch
Compounding by her crowding please of eyes;
Aware that grace, in beauty's grace may switch,
And swells of mindless bliss reveal, it dies.
But dreary blinds and lovelessness is death;
A dormant tease with none, left begging more
No! What may loose denotes the counting breath!
The lessee on my neck is there, therefore;

Retitled sovereign, governing this lease
Till by dethrones herself or life to cease.
Graff1980 Aug 2019
Winter is a cold hunger’s reign
harvesting warmer passions
that are buried beneath
white frosty sheets
and soft fleshy frames.

It is a longing for vitamin D
the nutrient that we need
for adequate levels of energy
and a host of other necessary
****** functions.

It is the time for that crap
cabin fever, dark dreary lethargy
of creeping depression.

Winter is made for forgetting
when warmer days return
like a victorious king,
rising.

Until, time dethrones him
by its frostbitten whims
when that harsh season
begins again.
Guadalupe S P Mar 2024
They only try when someone else wants you. When I want to sit next to you, they pick up the slack and show more love. You become like a fish in a pond they isolated you in. Then, they proceed to reel you in year after year. Every time they sense another they throw in more bread crumbs and you swim with hope that dethrones your gut. But  if they were sitting there in same house as you suffered without offering to lead you to the ocean do you think these love bomb crumbs they start to sprinkle into the water make up for more than a decade in the pond of never good enough,  never pious enough, never quite right as you are so they have to change you? Does it make up for all that sorrow of not being who you truly are?
Hex Jun 12
"When the lion falls, the wolf howls loud.
When the wolf fades, the dog stands proud.
So what is strength, if time dethrones?
Even kings crumble into bones.
Chase not the peak, for it shifts like sand,
Honor lies in where you stand."
Terrible Cold

"Insanity is nothing compared to a common cold."
— MASH*, 1975


Madness universal
Is nothing, cold, near you:
The world’s a moon-mad circle,
A sieve where lies drip through.

The herd with hollow faces,
Their minds are clogged with rot,
Fall into dark embraces
Of fascist pigs they got.

This faith turns all believers
To dung that speaks as Law,
And Evil reigns — deceivers,
A sewer, rule, and maw.

It will not leave the frantic,
Nor give the sane relief;
A few still think, but panic
Extinguishes belief.

The clever few, the thinkers,
Will vanish soon as birds,
As acid cloudland lingers,
Dissolving hope in words.

Acidic plague is spreading,
The lie becomes the chain,
And all are meekly treading
Through tyranny’s domain.

No “virus” yet detected —
A banana clears the test!
But brains are mass-ejected,
By tyrants’ will possessed.

With needles they are killing
The herd they seek to bind,
And Night, its triumph thrilling,
Would darken humankind.

But tyrants dream in error —
For Nature has her scars,
And Bedlam turns to terror,
Then nothing, under stars.

The Sun will burn infection,
All madness soon will cease,
And Reason’s resurrection
Will bring a world release.

Look east! The dawn is glowing,
Its fire the herd shall fry.
The plague that kept them going
Is doomed at last to die.

The beasts themselves — infection!
The inhuman — the plague!
Their kingdom of defection
Collapses in the ****.

They turned the blooming garden
Into a reeking pit;
They slaughtered Mind for pardon,
And made a sewer of it.

So now the flames are waiting
To burn the pesthouse black:
Decay has reached its grating,
Its final, stinking crack.



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1. Acid Clouds
The acid sky will choke the lies,
And Reason flames as Darkness dies.

2. Bedlam
Mad tyrants rot, their rule is brief —
The Dawn returns with blazing grief.

3. Herd of Night
The herd obeys, the tyrant feeds —
But Fire will cut their rotten seeds.



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Zoo-Yard

Intellect: zero.
Emotions: a flood.
The world is stuck in filth —
A madhouse of mud.

Complaints are useless,
They don’t stir this hell:
The zoo-yard devours,
It fattens too well.

It thrives on “treatment” —
Inhuman, insane.
With false-doctor armies
Ensuring the chain.

Their needles bring poison,
The cure they bestow;
And fascist tormentors
Keep grinding us low.

For all must be trampled,
That “order” may reign;
A herd of bred idiots
Secures their domain.

Production of zombies —
A never-ending stream,
The triumph of Evil,
The nightmare, the dream.

The clever are silenced,
Confined to their pens;
Mass-lying’s a weapon
That shatters their sense.

For the wise, it is nausea,
For the crowd — a parade,
A carnival circus,
A swamp of charade.

A mixture of shame,
Of forgetting, of lies —
The herds are all grazing,
Their souls the great prize.

Those souls are for sale,
The market is grim;
The world of cold carcasses
Drags all to its hymn.

That hymn is of labor,
Constructing new hell,
Where inhuman monsters
Enforce genocide well.

But flames will consume it —
This zoo-yard will fall,
The age of mass slaughter
Will crumble with all.

Already the dawn
Brings the penultimate days;
The Sun writes the order —
Burn stumps in its blaze.

Yet the “stumps” still pretend,
They sell off their soul,
For a box full of lies
They betray their whole.

A coffin of falsehood
Is the coin of their trade;
And war nears its ending —
Choose now, be not afraid.

For only in battle
Can soul be set free;
Else rot as a stump
And be lost endlessly.



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*******

No courage ever needed,
If you’re an ******* born.
Beneath a fascist’s breeding,
You drown in filth and scorn.

Your soul is lost and wasted,
You rot in hell’s embrace;
No feeling left, just tasted
The sewer’s dead disgrace.

You’re garbage pulling others,
A coward to the core;
The worst of human brothers —
Much fouler than the floor.

For cowards walk with idiots,
With treachery, with fear;
Their weakness breeds the hideous
That kills what once was clear.

The ******* is a traitor,
The dullard — prison bars;
Each coward is creator
Of Hell beneath the stars.

From childhood you were shackled,
Your fear became your law,
Two-faced and weak, you cackled,
Your soul forever raw.

You “love” the filthy order,
The tyrant’s crooked might;
A trick to drive out Reason
And turn all day to night.

Adapt, submit, surrender,
Rot honor in the slime;
That’s how the herd pretenders
Exist through all of time.

A “life” in fascist stinking —
A paradox of wax:
A coward’s form is shrinking,
A mask the tyrant cracks.

They mold you into monsters
Of filth and empty lies;
They blind your mind with darkness,
The prison multiplies.

But foul-born beasts won’t linger —
The Sun will burn them through,
It lifts the Spirit’s finger
And saves the souls anew.

The Day will boil the sewer,
Prepare yourself for fight;
Its vapor cleanses truer —
A blaze of Spirit’s might.

“Judgment Day” — a fable
From servile, rotting schools.
The masks are gone, disabled,
We face the devil’s tools.

This is the war of Spirit
’Gainst Satan’s slavish throng;
If you are blind and witless,
Then all for you is wrong.



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Battle Sparks

1. Pendulum
Through darkest night, despair must break —
The Dawn is born in pain’s awake.

2. World Madhouse
The madhouse burns, the frauds will fall,
The Sun will level lies with all.

3. Need for Higher Mind
One mind united, sharp and vast,
Will break the chains that bind the past.

4. Kasha (Slime of Lies)
The slime of lies corrodes the head,
But Truth will rise where rot has spread.

5. Ego, the Virus
The virus speaks, the soul’s betrayed,
But Spirit cuts the code they’ve made.

6. Illusion of Control
No master’s hand, no will, no choice —
The lie consumes the human voice.

7. Terrible Cold
The herd is plague, the tyrant — rot,
The Sun will burn them on the spot.

8. Terrible Cold
Their plague dissolves in Cosmic Flame,
The Mind returns — the end of shame.

9. Zoo-Yard
The herd is bred, the soul is sold,
Their zoo of lies will soon turn cold.
The Sun ignites — the stumps will fry,
Fight Evil now, or rot and die.

10. *******
The coward’s rot, the tyrant’s pet,
Their prison’s rule is burning yet.
The Sun will boil their stinking lie —
Fight now, or rot, a stump, and die.

11. Force Majeure & Farce
The farce is old, the fools still feed,
The Dark grows stronger on their greed.

12. Art
The stubborn hand can raise the dross,
To heights where fools call it a gloss.

13. Don’t Believe!
Do not believe — but check and see,
The lies will rot, but Truth stays free.

14. Sanctified Approval
The frauds are blessed, the liars praised,
But fire will burn their falsehoods razed.

15. Life’s “Path”
Childhood fear and zombie thrall
Will fall when Spirit breaks the wall.

16. Terrible Cold
The plague will burn, the herd will fall,
The tyrant’s night consumes them all.
But Reason rises, fierce and bright —
The Sun will end this plague of night.

17. Zoo-Yard
Acid sky, the herd decays,
The Sun will purge their wicked ways.
The Spirit rises, souls to save,
Prepare to battle, hearts be brave.

18. *******
Coward rot and tyrant lies,
The Sun will burn their vile disguise.
Fight now, or waste as stump and shell,
The Spirit strikes, the beasts will fell.

19. Pendulum
Despair swings low, then breaks the chain,
The Dawn will rise through darkest pain.

20. Ego, the Virus
The virus rules, but Spirit fights,
It cuts through code and dark delights.

21. Illusion of Control
No hands can steer, no minds can sway,
The lie consumes — the Truth finds way.

22. Kasha
Rot spreads, the slime infects the brain,
Yet Truth will rise through filth and pain.

23. World Madhouse
The madhouse reigns, but light will pierce,
Its chaos ends, the sane shall fierce.

24. Terrible Cold
Evil’s plague dissolves in fire,
The Mind returns, the world’s entire.

25. Art
Dross or gold — the stubborn hand
Will raise it high to rule the land.

26. Don’t Believe!
Check all, believe in none,
The lies will rot, the Truth will run.

27. Sanctified Approval
Frauds are crowned, yet fire’s near,
Their falsehood falls, the end is clear.

28. Life’s “Path”
Childhood chains will break and fall,
The Spirit wakes to guide us all.

29. Pendulum
Swinging low, despair undone,
The Dawn arrives, the fight is won.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your youth.
That’s why you hide in burrows,
Cunning fool, avoiding truth.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can slay this creeping dread,
And lies that cut the ear
Must also be laid dead.

Fear is built on falsehood,
The world is thick with lies.
Cast off its iron shackles,
Or vanish where it lies.

Here fear kills like ******,
A long-enduring scourge;
It’s worse than any gallows,
For all are under its dirge.

Inflaming fear’s the engine
Of Hell’s oppressive sway,
A single cruel motion
And all are lost in fray.

Fear is foul to thought,
It cannot coexist;
No longer men, but numbers,
The world dissolves to mist.

For everything around you
Is horror under law,
Stock courage, strike the dungeon,
And blast the tyrant raw.

Seek comrades for the battle,
Those who will stand and fight —
The lonely souls succumb
To fear’s enslaving might.

The path will be demanding,
But none exists instead;
The world is steeped in filth,
Its ruler dreams of dread.

Madness fuels the fascists,
It kills with chilling fear;
Cynicism reigns unbridled,
Shame has disappeared here.

Step out of idle chambers,
Lest you be cut and slain.
Only through the struggle
Will your eternal soul remain.

Ignore all false advisers,
Or vanish in their snare;
Only in combat’s crucible
Is the soul freed from despair.



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Fear sits deep, but Spirit strikes,
The tyrant falls, the courage spikes.
Fight now, or rot beneath the lies —
The soul survives where darkness dies.



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Fear

Fear dissolves where Spirit dares,
The soul ignites, the tyrant flares.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its bitter end:
Fear and dullness break the thread.
The remnants of the wise despair,
No world remains — just acrid dead.

Total lies, fascist might
Crush all beneath their sway —
CowID’s example, cruel wars,
The fools absorb the shameful fray.

The beasts will teach them wicked things,
And idiots cry, “Attack! Advance!”
Perverse delight their horror brings —
No nation here, but dumb mob’s dance.

Genocide has spanned the ages,
Corruption sinks yet lower still.
Those once fools are now debased,
Among the wild herd, reason chills.

The sane are seen as “psychos” here,
In this pitiful zoo of the world,
Where fear, dullness, lies combine
Like triple evils harshly hurled.

The fall has reached its bitter end —
And all may perish, sun and earth;
Only the Pure Spirit must be saved,
More precious than corrupt flesh’s worth.

Spirit and Mind: the primal source,
Declared at war by soulless fiends.
Save not our corpses from their fate —
Only the Pure Spirit redeems.

Send the fools straight down to Hell,
Traitors and wretches, side by side;
If Satan’s their false god, then well,
The Inferno fits them as their guide.



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The fall is deep, the herd corrupt,
Only Spirit survives the erupt.



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Fools burn, the Pure Spirit soars,
All else decays on hellish shores.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system —
Darkness of enslaved mind;
The themes of pitiful books
Leave sense and truth behind.

Don’t claim it was perfection —
To fools it seemed so bright;
The decent man, with reason,
Hung like a branch in plight.

A single crooked word —
And they’d saw the limb away;
Slavery returns anew,
A lesson missed today.

The fools still worship feudal
Or any other chain;
They see no fascism here,
Only ignorance and pain.

Worldwide fascism reigns,
A global genocide;
The blood of sages freezes
At war, CowID’s guide.

Systems change, yet slavery
Remains throughout the lands;
The fools are blind and voiceless,
Their minds mere empty sands.

The creatures pour their *******
To choke the thinking mind;
No use for wisdom there —
Oppress the few, leave all behind.

The system’s primal task
Is to suppress the light;
A little luck remains
If we expose some night.

To gather and to fight —
Their chance is slim, but true;
For most are cursed and twisted,
And homeland is but smoke’s hue.

Herds, not nations —
Goats lead sheep to slaughter;
This ****** fascism rules,
The world’s a burning altar.



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Systems change, yet chains remain,
The herd is blind, the mind in pain.



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Fools obey, the tyrants thrive,
Only Spirit fights to survive.



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Unseen, Unyielding

Unseen, unyielding,
Dulling spreads its sway.
Few remain incorruptible —
No people, just weak clay.

CREATURES rule this world.
They need a SERVILE throng —
Spiritless, foolish, empty,
Their food and prey lifelong.

Both hunter and the morsel,
Almost perfected plan.
How many brave and clever?
Thousands? Tens of thousands? Here — the ban.

To break the bottom remains —
A Camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags flies —
Those with thought have lost their guide.

Here friendship dies. Their “healing,”
Like wars of old,
Is the best way to destroy
And pierce the bottom cold.

To the Concentration Camp
Few falls remain for us.
Hold on, comrade, just a bit,
Lest rotted madhouse combust.

The Camp — Death: “a massive choice”?!
Freedom to choose? Mere jest!
Like fish confined in ponds,
Your choice is less than the rest.

To frighten and deceive — the task,
A method to build the dread
Of the “new world.” Only luck
Will guide you through the webs they spread.

Mechanisms of dulling,
Paths to **** the soul,
Decay amplified, lies rampant,
Brutal tricks to crush the whole.

Unseen, unyielding,
Cataclysms near arrive:
To build a Camp is folly —
In dust, all fools will dive.



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Dulling spreads, the herd obeys,
Fight or rot in cunning ways.



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The tyrant’s trap dissolves in flame,
Only Spirit rises — all else, to shame.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating” —
A torment for the crowd:
Officials — hollow FIGURES,
From culture far removed and proud.

Vile and greedy creatures,
Their thoughts all about gain;
Anything else is blocked or lied,
Their presence only pain.

They’ll crush all who are honest,
Those ***** in their chairs,
Sticking out between the glasses,
Hands like nets — beware.

Kickbacks, slanders rampant,
The honest are “greeted” cold;
They’ll rid themselves of challengers,
With “care for children” sold.

The beasts steal boldly, lying
Relentless, steadfast, strong;
Politicians “up above,”
A conveyor feeding wrong.

Corruption set in motion,
Extortion tripled wide;
A vicious system thrives,
While silent crowds abide.

They only watch the figures,
Knees, whispers, pointless shows;
The artists-politicians prance,
The bureaucrats nobody knows.

“Figure skating” —
The torment drags along,
If muteness reigns completely,
The crowd remains the throng.

Those who resist are few,
The rest like tiny parts,
Endure the system silently,
Hoping scraps fill their hearts.

The leftovers and remnants,
The scraps of greedy beasts;
Question: where is Culture?
Gone to Hell — Evil’s feast!



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Officials dance, the people bow,
Culture dies, the beasts take vow.



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Greed and lies perform their show,
Only Spirit breaks the wretched flow.



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So-Called “Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who strove
For Light, so crystal clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled, broke:
Became “like all” — a wretched smear.

That “like all” as guarantee
Kills Spirit and the Mind.
Without reason, blindly free,
Advancement comes, misaligned.

Through traps that fools call “life” he moves,
Only Spirit’s thread so fine
Shows the steps that Hell approves,
Mind serves Spirit, measures line.

Among the “like all” — tread with care,
They’ll trample you in an instant.
Waste words with fools — beware!
Only worms consume your distance.

They believe in total lies,
Serving Satan, ever true.
Falsehood limitless, unwise,
Yet the herd obeys the skew.

Spirit and Mind — oppose the slime
Of Hell’s dull fools; to see
Requires courage, subtle line,
Daring, intellect, and glee.

Destroying them is the goal
Of creatures ruling Hell’s domain.
And countless triumphs take their toll:
Few remain untainted, sane.

Where is the boy who sought the Light,
So pure, unbroken, crystal bright?
To vile creatures he has sold,
And like their kind, became impure, cold.



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Spirit lost, the herd prevails,
Only the daring break their jails.



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The boy sold out, the Light decayed,
Yet Spirit fights where worms have strayed.



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The End of History

A goblin hunched — crushed
By the futile weight of strife.
Like a camel, he stores lies
Upon his back for life.

Each day blaming, raging,
Fretting over neighbors near,
Dragging treasure underground,
Without regret or fear.

All for future riches,
While the goblin in his chains
Sees only the vampire,
Scanning distant plains.

Control of vampires,
The “masses” ever fools.
And doom creeps close —
Thus ends the history rules.

Be goblin, vampire,
Or a foolish, sold-out brute —
You are useless on this Earth,
Drowning in total pursuit.

Evil flows through goblins,
Once the herd is subdued;
A goblin slays another
More often than vampires drink blood.

Control the vampire
Is simple — lies each day,
Feed them rot and putridness,
To weaken minds and sway.

Fear is vital — fascism
Permanent in sight.
Such is the world of sold-out fools,
Before the final night.

The End approaches —
Preordained for slaves in line;
Reason and honor banished,
Negative selection signs.

If you’re ****, vampire, thief,
The road is up for vice,
The honest only sink below,
The world pays the price.

A Global Cataclysm waits
For obedience to the dark,
Fascism, lawless chaos,
Burning all slime to spark.



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Goblin rules, the masses bow,
Only Spirit fights, the rest, laid low.



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Evil peaks, the herd obeys,
Spirit survives the final blaze.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the bubble of “herbivory” —
That “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid omnivorous depravity.

In this insane little world
It counts for very small.
Much cheese lies in mousetraps,
They’ll trap us all.

They make a refuge
From everything — even “nirvana” pretend.
The ordinary world a pasture,
Where only sheep ascend.

Sheep aren’t few,
Fake spirituality mows them down.
To keep the soul from vanishing,
Ask your own questions, search the ground.

Find your own answers —
Deception thrives in the lands.
Or the song is sung for you —
And you too become their brand.

Destroy ego with Awareness —
Within alone this Flame burns.
Not by torment or dogma,
Spark with us — the Spirit turns.

Find the Spark, ignite the Flame —
Suddenly Consciousness is clear:
Behold the Banner of Spirituality,
A Fire divine, a beacon near.

The divine Spark for Fire,
Spirithood ablaze with might.
Unclear to the sheep —
Only STUPIDITY and SIN in sight.



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Ego trapped, the sheep obey,
Only Flame of Spirit lights the way.



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The Spark ignites, the false world falls,
Spirit alone survives the calls.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools — the enemy.
None scarier exist.
Lies and lashes,
Together, savage mist.

Lies matter most, for hitting
One at a time is small.
Bold, stupid falsehoods strike
The world, encompassing all.

CowID revealed
The measure of deceit.
“SPID” was just a warm-up,
The Camp lay discreet.

Digital, dull —
Humans like cattle herd,
In mobs, lies sweep some away,
A new method to **** conferred.

Nonhumans wield the power,
Lies their weapon clear.
The way to not perish —
Crush falsehoods, every moment near.



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Fools strike first, lies reign,
Only Spirit fights the chain.



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Deceit spreads, the herd obeys,
Truth survives the final blaze.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Under this new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup, —
I’ll wipe the tear, lift the visor, unafraid.”
— Mikhail Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting Time!
Stirrup, saddle — childish games,
The wretched human tribe decays,
Horses of old, now skipping frames.

They gallop in place, calling progress,
Minds crushed in the race through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other jesters
Barely mirror the world’s defeat.

Horse — a skipping rope: the game’s the same.
Blood flows like water — only TNT can write!
Few humans remain, while sold-out beasts
With traitor, thief, and fool unite.

Nine-tenths — even Time reeks foul!
Media nauseates, suffocates the soul.
The skipping rope shreds — the burden gone,
Mad, relentless gallop of the whole.

Step out — save your soul.
The gallop of Time is nearly spent!
Listen always to intuition,
Then the stench won’t strike your intent.



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The herd races blind, lies in tow,
Spirit alone rides, strikes the foe.



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Time flies mad, the world decays,
Only Spirit survives the blaze.



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Not-So-Small Forces?

Better send it down the tube!
When fools surround the mindless slave,
You can’t explain; you can’t unite
With anyone — the world’s a grave.

Pointless work will devour you —
Moloch feasts on obedient fools.
You’ll rot as a spiritless idiot,
Bound by all their cruel rules.

But there’s a pipe, enormous —
Called “creativity” by some.
You won’t reach paradise there,
But the soul may find freedom’s drum.

Unlike the fools around you,
There’s something rare to grasp.
Create only what is dear,
For yourself — not the mass.

If the herd likes it, you die ugly,
Lost among the mindless throng.
To fight with poetry? Yes —
A path for those whose verse is strong.

But it counts only for you,
Only if you find it dear.
Not fighting, really —
Dying in struggle, silent, severe.

Reaching those who need it
Is blocked by total lies.
Which door to knock upon?
Lost when your mind defies.

Your strength and thought directed
Along the fools’ accustomed track
Will lead only to the Abyss,
Not back — there’s no turning back.



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Tube or Abyss, fools all around,
Only Spirit’s fire breaks the bound.



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Through lies, the path is dark and deep,
Spirit alone the vigil keeps.



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The Worldwide Kennel

Dogs bark beyond the window,
Ruling over fragile sleep.
How to be a wretched, foolish dog,
To fit in this madhouse deep?

Many biped dogs are here,
Yet pride and wildness forbid
Acknowledging the truth — instead
They serve the filth, the foul, the squid.

Believing the world is free —
Not a kennel, not a pen.
Not orphaned, not weak — just lost,
When you see the rot, you’ll see when.

Life here vanished long ago
(Only imitation remains, a whim).
Go only INWARD, seek the Light,
Answers lie within the dim.

The one answer — you are Pure Spirit:
No place among dogs and slaves
Of the Eternal Darkness. Minds
By that Darkness long enslaved.

The path is hard — do not dawdle,
Do not open your soul to the dogs.
They’ll tear you apart in hunger,
Leaving only bones for master’s logs.

The Kennel will be ruined by cataclysm,
Sweeping away global fascism,
Always present, changing flags
And signs. Not a dog — the Darkness’s schism.

How to be a wretched, foolish dog?
Impossible! Delay not your quest.
Only in the Light we’ll find life,
When we depart from the Kennel’s nest.

From the Plan of Canine Filth,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exist,
Counting the majority who approve
The Triumph of Evil persists.



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Dogs rule, fools obey,
Only Spirit lights the way.



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The Kennel burns, fascism dies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Smear…

“Yes, smear the world, yes, with the blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, forget the chains,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel stage.”
— Leonid Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Smearing is no longer enough —
Now it’s time to destroy.
Your blood will soak the fat,
No one cares; they’ll enjoy.

The fat ******* doesn’t mind
Your flight, your work, your art.
Serve them only a joke,
Or a laugh, a comic part.

Give them money,
A pound of health for all.
Give the ladies earrings —
No other theme survives the hall.

The world’s long gone insane,
Conquered by the FILTHY one.
It’s not just sarcasm —
Spirit here is undone.

Where Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly here,
Forever in this slaughter.”

So shouts the fascist lie,
Though not openly, direct.
The smart are already culled,
Poison seeps everywhere, infect.

Lies are venom,
Poison in food and drink.
The swarm of inhuman beasts
Pushes the world to the brink.

A global death camp
Is no longer far away.
On the fascist flag
A new nightmare holds sway.

The flag is already white,
Red cross upon its face.
In the past — executions,
Now injections take their place.

Smearing is no longer enough —
Call the sun to strike,
To burn the vermin alive,
And rid the world alike.

Though we may all perish,
Yet Spirit will survive.
Thus we reach Paradise —
For those neither blind nor deaf.



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Smear no more — destroy!
Sun strikes, Spirit survives.



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Blood and sun ignite the skies,
Only the Pure Spirit flies.



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Futile Labor

Forward, toward the end of work —
There are other things to do.
One care alone matters —
Bite the bit, see it through.

And new projects rise,
Completely futile, all,
Without money, without respect…
Yet only they hold the call.

What you deem precious
For yourself, for your mind,
Turns your gaze inward,
Buddhism’s truth to find.

Within, the answers wait.
Outside, lies overflow.
Within! The dwelling of Light!
To Light alone, serve, and grow.

When all projects are finished,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
From Death, only respect counts
If malice is not in mind.

Death weighs your achievements,
And the heat you’ve lived by,
Not the opinions of the crowd —
Those vanish, fade, and die.

Futile labor holds esteem
If its intensity is high.
The idiot cannot know it —
Only lies pile up and lie.

If you do not lie — only for a few
Will “sorrowful labor” aid,
In those who hold the Light,
Among Judas lies unafraid.



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Futile work, only the brave
Will save the Spirit from the grave.



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Labor in vain burns the weak,
Only the Pure Spirit speaks.



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The Toil

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the war.
And count the pens and fences
As a cradle — locked, no more!

Serfdom reigns everywhere,
Though it shifts its form each day.
Selling ******* spew their lies,
Turning life to naught, decay.

“Education” dulls the mind,
School — a circus, hollow, base.
Spirit and thought dissolve,
Propaganda poisons the place.

Only junkies of lies
Here believe the venom’s call.
They name this ****** fascism
“Special ops” — a cunning thrall.

Pack tight, prepare for all,
Then march into the fight:
Satan is the highest god,
Hell is close, just out of sight.

Beasts herd the sheep along,
Rows grow neat, aligned, and long.
No oil here — lies will fry them all
In Hell’s pens, where the toilers fall.

Here, the toil is Hell’s pens,
Awaiting all the sheep for years.
Not a lack of vicious fiends —
As always, plenty prowls and sneers.



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Herded, bound, the sheep march on,
Hell awaits when light is gone.



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Herded tight, the sheep march blind,
Hell awaits — leave fear behind.



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Variability

City neurotics —
You are the last stronghold
Of variations, though hysteria
Runs rampant. The dull fool

Feeds only on lies, self-satisfied —
This rabble cannot be saved.
Your path is harsh, full of pain —
Yet to variations you must go,

Or the world controlled by Evil
Will perish in its grip.
God’s spark won’t vanish —
Only on the path where Light is king.

A choice on the Path — a task
For all of us to tackle now.
Any variant is a blessing:
Not accessible to the herd.

Apart from beasts — no other way
To walk this road.
Otherwise, you’ll reach the madhouse,
Universal, sprawling, for all.

The global madhouse is built
By fools of every kind.
Total lies multiply —
Bones cannot then be gathered.

Variations are life itself —
Remember this and march ahead!
On the path, stupid slugs crawl.
With them — you’re madness’ thread.



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Be the spark, break the herd,
Else madness swallows the world.



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Get Wise — or Die!

Is getting wise even possible?
Hardly — it’s the path
Of the few: anxiety
And a fog of lies.

CREATURES press down —
The submissive herd feeds.
They **** reason
Through generations. Stuck,

If you trust the CREATURE,
Fear blinds your eyes.
You seem to have a target
In the shooting range.

Think the body matters most? —
You’re done for!
Dream and fantasize? —
Just a tiny cog.

Cast off the lies,
And awaken your instinct —
Even a stream of reason
Must survive in Hell.

Getting wise is brutally hard,
Preserving reason — tougher still.
They lie without shame,
Killing with purpose.

We must get wise —
Or face disgrace and death.
So live with effort,
Sorting Hell’s whirl

Into neat shelves,
To grasp its full essence.
But don’t stare too long —
Terror is coming!



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Awake, see truth, resist —
Or Hell devours, and reason dies.



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The Filth of Trifles

An ostrich’s mess
Amid a heap of lies —
A den of fools
In a world of ties.

Countless petty things.
Keep your mind, your honor,
Your conscience safe,
For enemies encircle.

The main foe — the fool.
The world works this way —
A fool will ruin you,
Tugging, tearing away.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles in the reins.
If many of them,
Endure the filth — you’ll crack.

Don’t endure, move forth,
Alone, head held high.
Expect no one —
An idiot walks beside.

Few are the others —
Sensitive, wise.
A vile fool
Will crush you with trifles.



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Fools tug, grind, destroy —
Guard your mind, march alone!



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Zoo of Fools

Intellect at zero,
Emotions raging wild.
In this mire, the world’s a hero
Of madness, undefiled.

All here is futile,
To shake this Hell won’t aid.
Crying won’t revile it—
The zoo of flesh is laid.

And yet it’s robust—
It cures the inhuman crew.
A horde of false doctors
Ensures the suffering’s due.

Poison with injections—
The finest way to heal.
And fascist filth next
Will grind them under heel.

For grinding is required
To keep “order” tight.
Ensuring success
For fools bred to the fight.

Production flows
In ceaseless streams of vice.
This is Evil’s triumph,
A lesson to the wise.

To know your place,
And not rebel, my friend.
They churn the Lies on mass
To break the clever mind.

The wise feel nausea here,
Though the farce seems fun.
This savage mixture
Of fake worlds, all one.

Shame, deceit, oblivion—
Pastures for the herd.
And riches here are souls
That in trade are stirred.

They sell them—and the world of flesh
Leads all to labor’s grip.
This labor builds Hell
Till time itself will slip.

A vile master rules,
Genocide enshrined.
But soon the zoo will burn,
The tyrant’s rule confined.

The sun shines: the order’s set—
To burn the rotting stumps.
Yet these stumps “live on,”
Selling souls for lumps.

The box of lies is priced
For an immortal spark.
War nears its final act—
Strike now, before the dark.

Only in battle with Evil
Can you save your soul.
Otherwise you’ll rot
As just another pole.



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Burn the zoo, smash the lies!
Only courage saves the wise.



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*******

Courage is wasted
If you are an ***.
Under fascist filth
You’ll drown, alas.

Souls left untouched,
Yet in Hell you’ll sink.
Feelings ignored,
The abyss deeper than you think.

Here you’re only trash,
Pulled to the bottom, all.
Cowards and fools
Answer Evil’s call.

Fear and betrayal
Walk hand in hand.
Soon they’ll destroy
Every innocent strand.

Thus the coward—
The worst of foes.
So too the idiots—
Chains the world imposes.

You’re a coward by fear,
Trapped since your youth.
In this Hell the law
Is a scaffold of truth.

Hypocrisy runs
Through your bloodline thick.
Living decay,
A life of tricks.

Love of “order,”
Blind to the law.
This vile trick
Throws reason out the door.

Adaptation becomes
Your only plan.
Honor decays
To survive in this land.

Life in fascist stink—
A paradox grim.
If you fear and follow,
You’re just part of the whim.

From you they mold
Monsters of filth.
Reason blinded,
All becomes their guilt.

But foul monsters
Will not long survive.
The Sun will purge,
And only the Spirit thrive.

The mire will evaporate,
Saving the souls within.
Prepare for battle—
The Day of Judgement begins.

All masks are dropped,
Evil’s servants fall.
If blind and dull,
You’ll hear no call.



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Cowards breed the worst!
Stand fierce—or you’re cursed.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the mind,
Since childhood it was sown.
So you hide, cunning, confined,
By terror overgrown.

Only Spirit’s striving
Can strike fear down.
Lies that wound the ear
Can also drown.

Fear is built on lies,
Everywhere deceit.
Break its chains
Or face defeat.

Here fear is ******,
A genocide long.
Fear surpasses the axe,
As it infects the throng.

Spreading terror
Is Hell’s main plan.
With one swift blow,
Madness grips the land.

Fear repels thought,
With reason it collides.
Not humans—numbers,
Not a world—but smokes and tides.

When all is surrounded
By the fascist’s dread,
Gather courage
And blow this Hell to shred.

Seek comrades
To fight alongside you.
The lone warrior
Faces fate true.

Those discontented,
Who’ve overcome their fear,
Will find Freedom’s spark
Amidst the scaffold here.

The path is arduous,
No other exists.
The world is vile,
Madness persists.

Delirium spread
By global fascism.
Fear kills and terror reigns,
Cynicism with no prism.

Step out from hiding—
Save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be consumed whole.



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Strike fear down!
Save your soul or drown.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear and dullness rule the day.
Remnants of wisdom perish
In a world that rots away.

Total lies, fascist powers
Crush all beneath their sway.
CowID is the proof—
Wars where fools obey.

The filth feeds them any nastiness,
And idiots shout, “Attack!”
What brings them joy is evil,
A rabble mindlessly packed.

Genocide through ages flows,
The world grows ever worse.
Those once foolish now are idiots,
The smart—a tragic curse.

In this beastly zoo of life,
Reason is “mad,” they cry.
Fear, dullness, lies—
The triple evil multiplies.

The pure Spirit must be saved,
Above the slavish grime.
Better than enduring the grotesque,
That sinks below the prime.

The Spirit is Reason,
Firstborn in its core.
Declared war by soulless ****,
Victory of filth near shore.

Do not save our corpses—
Only the Spirit pure.
Send fools to Hell—
The road for them is sure.

If Satan seems a god to them,
Hell’s the place for such trash.
Only the pure Spirit rises,
While fools face the crash.



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Save the Spirit—burn the corpses!
Fools perish, Evil loses.



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Slave Systems

Soviet chains,
Darkness and rule.
Books of wretches,
Lessons cruel.

Do not lie about greatness,
Fools only see delight.
Decent minds were hanged,
Suspended out of sight.

Other feudal schemes,
Fools take as manna here.
Blind to fascism rising,
The system feeds their fear.

Global slavery persists,
Fools silent, blind, and dumb.
Evil pours false streams
To halt the clever from outcome.

Oppression’s first task:
Crush the minds that shine.
Expose a bit of darkness—
A spark against the design.

Unite and fight—
Few chances exist.
Most are monsters,
The homeland—a mist.

Enclosures, not countries,
Goats led to slaughter,
The world in fascist clutch,
The final law of order.




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Break the chains, fight the fools!
Slavery rules—but not for all.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, unyielding,
Dulling of the mind.
Few incorruptible remain—
The rabble, weak, confined.

Monsters rule this world,
Needing servile men.
Spiritless, stupid, meek—
Food and prey for them.

Thousands of brave,
Do they even remain?
Or tens of thousands?
Here is the pit, the bane.

The world builds camps,
Red Cross flags wave.
Those with heads awake
Face no cure, only grave.

Freedom’s a farce,
Choice a mockery there.
To frighten and deceive
Is Evil’s careful snare.

The mechanism of dulling,
Paths to **** the soul,
Decay and lies reinforced,
Brutal power’s goal.

Unseen, relentless,
Cataclysms draw near.
Building the camp is foolish—
All will burn in fear.



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Cunning fades, fear spreads—
Resist or burn among the dead.



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Figure Skating

“Figure skating”—
Torture for the crowd.
Officials—mere figures,
Greedy, corrupt, and proud.

All their thoughts on profit,
Other values lie.
Honest ones are crushed
By suits that pierce the sky.

Kickbacks, slander,
Honest are dismissed.
“Caring for children”
Masks thefts that persist.

Political machine,
Corruption stacked high.
The spectators silent,
Watching the lie pass by.

The stage is a farce,
The system designed to cheat.
Only a few resist,
Most swallowed by deceit.

Where is Culture?
Trampled under greed.
Hell of art and power,
All else reduced to need.



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Expose the fraud!
Culture dies under the suits.



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“Growing Up,” or “Like Everyone Else”

Where is the boy who sought
The Light, crystal-clear and pure?
In this vile Hell he stumbled,
“Like everyone else”—he’s obscure.

“Like everyone else” kills the Spirit,
Destroys the mind at birth.
The mind becomes mere torture
In the randomness of Earth.

Through snares called life,
Fools stumble blind.
Only the Spirit’s fine thread
Shows steps for the kind.

Going among “like everyone else”
Is dangerous—trampled fast.
Talk to fools in vain,
And worms will gnaw at last.

Blind to total lies,
Fools serve the Devil’s scheme.
The herd submits
To falsehoods extreme.

Spirit and Mind—
Oppose Hell’s corruption.
Only those who keep daring
Can resist the abduction.

The boy who sought the Light,
Pure as dawn—
Sold to vile monsters,
Now unclean, withdrawn.



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Keep your Spirit pure!
“Like everyone else” is death.



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End of History

Hunched goblin, crushed
By futile striving’s weight.
Burdened with lies,
Every day he seals his fate.

Blaming neighbors,
In fear he cowers still.
In dungeon hoarding gold,
Feeding greed’s dark will.

Management of vampires,
Masses fools by design.
The end sneaks close—
History’s final line.

If goblin or vampire,
Or a corrupt brute,
You’re useless on this Earth,
Drowning in Evil’s root.

Through goblins Evil spreads,
One kills the other first.
Management’s simple—
Lie more, and quench your thirst.

Fear paramount,
Fascism permanent.
This world of fools
Reaches its full extent.

Near the finish,
End approaches fast.
In chains of slavery,
Reason and honor cast.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, thief, or ghoul,
“Up” is their road,
While only the lowest mind the rule.

A World Cataclysm waits
For submission to Dark,
When only honest suffer—
They’ll burn this slime apart.



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Lies reign, goblins rule—
Fight Spirit or perish.



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrates
In the bubble of “herbivory”—
This “spiritual” LEGO
On the backdrop of omnivory.

In this tiny mad world
It holds very little weight.
Many traps of cheese lie there,
A snare for any soul to bait.

The world offers refuge from all,
Even from so-called “nirvana.”
The usual world a grazing field,
Where sheep wander, soft and pander.

Not few are the sheep,
False spirituality cuts them down.
To save your soul,
Ask your own questions, and own the crown.

Ego crushed by Awareness—
Inside burns the Flame.
Not through dogma or torment,
The spark ignites the claim.

Find this spark and light the fire—
Consciousness purified at once:
Here is the banner of Spirituality,
The true path of the Sun’s response.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirituality aflame.
Unknown to the sheep,
Only STUPIDITY remains to blame.



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Find the spark, light the Flame!
Ego crushed—Spirit remains.



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The Most Terrible Enemy

Fools are the enemies.
No one more severe.
Lies and whips together—
A wild, twisted fear.

Lies are worse than beating,
For one by one, it’s weak.
To brazenly, blindly lie
To the world and all you seek.

CowID showed the measure
Of lies poured into life.
SPID was only practice,
The camp not far from strife.

Digital, dull—they’ll be like cattle,
Humans herded, truth erased.
Sending them off,
Evil ways embraced.

Inhumans hold the power,
Lies their sharpened weapon.
To survive, you must destroy lies
Every second, without exemption.



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Lies are weapons—
Destroy them or perish.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold my stirrup—
I’ll tear the visor from my face.”


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish play.
The human wretched tribe perishes,
Horses now are jump ropes of the day.

They jump in place, calling it progress,
Minds slaughtered through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, and other clowns
Reflect the world’s poor sheet.

Horse is a jump rope: different layout.
Blood like water—written only in TNT!
Few humans remain, while vile betrayers,
Thieves, and fools consume the rest.

Nine-tenths of time stinks!
Media nauseates to tears.
Shredded jump rope—burden gone
Of mad, relentless races through years.

Step out, save your soul.
Time’s gallop is almost through.
Listen only to intuition—
The stench won’t sting you then.



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Mad gallop! Time devours—
Step aside or be lost.



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Not Small Forces?

Send it down the pipe!
When fools surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot be found.

Working for cash,
Amid Satanic schemes—
Futile labor will consume you,
Your Spirit suffocates in these dreams.

But there’s the great pipe—
Called Creativity there.
You won’t reach paradise,
But you can destroy despair.

For the soul of fools
There is little concern.
Create what is dear,
For yourself—their scorn, spurn.

Poetry to fight?
Yes, the path of fierce verse.
It counts only for you,
Death in the struggle, unrehearsed.

To reach the few,
Problems block the door.
Point your mind and force
Along the fools’ worn floor—
And reach only the abyss.



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Create for yourself!
Fools cannot grasp your flame.




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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a stupid dog
To fit into this insane scheme?

Many two-legged dogs exist,
Yet they cannot admit
Their wild pride, so
They serve the filth, counterfeit.

They claim the world is free—
It’s a kennel, not a land.
You are foreign here,
Life vanished like sand.

Only go inward,
Seek the Light, the truth.
The answer: you are the pure Spirit,
Not in the pack’s uncouth booth.

The path is not easy—
Do not reveal your soul.
They will tear you apart,
Bones only for the master’s goal.

Cataclysm will destroy the kennel,
Wiping fascism from the globe,
Changing flags and signs—
Not a dog, but an enemy of the dark.



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Be the Spirit—
Not a dog of the Kennel.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with blood of veins,
Forget disease, forget dreams, vows,
And die from age to age
On the blue hands of the easel.”


Painting is not enough—
We must destroy.
Blood soaks the fat,
No one cares, enjoy.

Feed them jokes, anecdotes,
Give money, health to all.
For women, some earrings—
Nothing more, their call.

The world drowned in madness,
Defeated by vile filth.
Spirit departs the world,
Truth drowned in guilt.

If Spirit is scarce,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever” — the law of slaughter.

Fascism drones its lies,
Smart ones few, truth pierced.
Poison in water, food—
Evil drives the world to dirt.

World concentration camp
Not far from now.
Under fascist flag,
New horror, new blow.

Paint no more—
Summon the Sun’s fire
To burn the ****,
And save the Spirit entire.



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Burn the ****!
Save the Spirit!



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Futile Labor

Forward, to the end of work—
There are other tasks to tend.
One concern matters most—
Bite the bit and apprehend.

New projects come,
Completely futile, indeed.
No money, no respect…
Yet these alone are the creed.

What’s precious is what you value
As highest for yourself.
Thus your gaze turns inward,
Buddhism as your wealth.

Inside you’ll find the answers.
Outside, lies abound.
Inside! The Abode of Light!!!
Serve only Light, be sound.

Completing all projects,
You die, leaving Hell behind.
From Death only respect counts
When no foulness clouds the mind.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity lived.
The crowd’s opinions? Ignore—
They vanish, so the spirit survived.

Futile labor is honored
If fervent heat burns within.
Not found in fools—
Only lies, poisonous din.

Only for the few,
Grieving labor helps.
In whom Light shines,
Not deluded among deceitful steps.



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Futile labor counts
Only for the soul that burns.



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The Toil

Toil fully, then march to war,
Call pens a cradle—locked tight!
Serfdom everywhere,
Yet its shape shifts in the night.

Vile traitors lie,
Turning the world to nothing.
“Education” dulls the mind,
Learning—propaganda stuffing.

Only addicts of falsehood
Believe this venom here.
They call the filthy fascism
A “special operation” near.

Toil fully, then march to war—
Satan reigns supreme; Hell is close.
The beasts lead the sheep,
Rows tight, lined, verbose.

No oil—lies will fry all,
In that Hell at the end of the toil.
The toil—the herds of Hell,
Sheep awaited long in spoil.

Few uncorrupted remain,
Yet the swarms of traitors are many.



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Toil, march, survive—
Hell awaits the flock.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You alone are the bastion
Of variation, though hysteria
Rules among the dull and crass.

They eat only lies, content with themselves.
This mob cannot be saved.
Your path is hard, pain abundant,
Yet to variations, you must be braved.

Otherwise, the world
Will be lost to Evil’s reign.
The divine spark won’t vanish
Along the path where Light is the chain.

A variant in the Path—
A task to be solved by all.
Any variant is fortune:
Not accessible to the thrall.

Separate from the cattle—
Impossible to move.
Else only to global madness,
Where everyone falls in the groove.

The worldwide madhouse is built
By idiots of every kind.
Total lies multiply—
Bones cannot be gathered in time.

Variations are life itself—
Remember, and press forward!
On the path, the slimy fools,
With them—you’re the mad lord.



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Variations are life—
Follow the path, survive.



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Grow Wiser—or Die!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—the path for the few.
Anxiety and lies abound,
The fog of deceit in view.

Beasts press in—
The submissive masses consume.
Reason killed in generations,
Falling for their doom.

Trust the beast,
Fear blinds your eyes.
Chasing goals,
Small cogs in machine-like ties.

Respect bodies as the highest?
You are lost, vanished.
Dreams and visions?
Like a tiny *****, banished.

Reject lies, awaken intuition,
Keep even a trickle of reason.
Growing wise is extremely hard,
They lie to **** every season.

Grow wiser we must—
Or shame and death await.
Live under strain,
Catalog Hell’s cruel state.



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Grow wise or die—
Keep reason’s spark alive.



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The Vileness of Small Things

Straw marriage
Amid heaps of lies—
A den of fools
In a world with chains.

Countless petty things.
Among them, honor, mind, and soul,
Keep them safe,
For enemies surround the whole.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built this way—
A fool destroys you,
Pulls at you, every day.

Pulling you everywhere,
With petty reins,
If many surround you,
Tolerate their filth—lose your mind.

Do not tolerate—go forward alone.
Wait for none—idiot beside you.
Few are others—
Sensitive, wise.
The vile idiot kills
With petty little lies.



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Fools destroy with small things—
Step aside, protect your mind.



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Fear

Fear sits deep in the “subcortex,”
Implanted since your earliest days.
That’s why you hide in your burrow,
Clever, sly, in cunning ways.

Only by Spirit’s striving
Can fear be destroyed,
And lies that wound the ear
Also be fully voided.

Fear is founded on falsehood.
Lies are everywhere.
Cast off its chains,
Or you will perish there.

Killing with fear—
A centuries-old genocide.
Fear’s better than the scaffold
Once it sits in everyone inside.

Fear-mongering is
The essence of Hell.
With a single stroke,
All are driven to delirium’s spell.

Fear clashes with thought,
It cannot coexist.
No longer human—just numbers,
No world—just smoke amidst.

Where horror surrounds all
By fascist’s crushing hand,
Arm yourself with courage,
And explode this Hell’s command.

Seek comrades
To fight by your side—
Lonely warriors
Do not submit to slave-like pride.

Those dissatisfied,
Who have cast off fear,
Only so can you gain
Freedom amid the scaffold near.

The path will be hard,
No other way exists—
A world thoroughly vile
Ruled by madness, false and ******.

Madness fanned by
Global fascism’s hand,
Humans destroyed
By fear and cynicism’s brand.

Cynicism unchecked,
Shame fully lost.
Step out of your chambers—
Or be the next cost.

Only in battle
Will you save your eternal soul.
Listen to none—
Or be swallowed whole.



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Fear rules? Fight!
Only courage saves the soul.



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Souls and Corpses

The fall has reached its limit:
Fear, dullness—completely gone.
The remnants of the wise perish
In grief—the world, a bitter ****.

Total lies, fascist power
Crushed all—CowID’s a sign.
Petty wars, fools perceive all,
Endless shame by design.

Beasts instill any filth,
And idiots cry “Charge! Advance!”
Their ******* brings them joy:
No people—just idiotic stench.

Genocide has raged for ages—
Everything grows crueler still.
Those once fools,
Now mere idiots, live by will.

Even a wise man among the herd
Is deemed insane.
In the world’s wretched zoo,
Fear, stupidity, lies—the triad of pain.

The fall is complete—
They will destroy all
Earth and Sun, unless
The Pure Spirit stands tall.

More urgent than enduring
The ugliness beneath the floor:
Spirit = Reason, primal in Spirit.
Declared war upon its core.

By soulless ****
Victory of beasts is near.
Save not our corpses—
Only the Pure Spirit,
And send the fool to Hell.
Yes, the road is straight there,
For traitor too shall dwell.
If Satan is god to them,
Hell fits these corpses well.



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Save the Spirit—
Corpses are expendable.



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Slave Systems

The Soviet system—
A darkness of slavery: just see
The meager topics of books…
So do not lie,
That it was excellent—
Excellence for the fool.
A decent man,
With reason, hangs like a twig,
A slight misstep, and the branch
Will snap. Slavery returns,
Another lesson not yet learned.

Fools call new “feudalism” manna,
Blind to the fascism inside.
Global fascism reigns today,
A worldwide genocide.
Blood freezes in the wise,
Example: wars, CowID.

Systems change,
But slavery is eternal.
Fools are blind, silent—
Only nonsense in their minds.

The beasts pour that nonsense,
To halt all thought.
Little use in the wise:
The primary task of the system
Is to oppress the intelligent,
So any exposure of Darkness
Becomes a rare victory.

To unite and resist—
Few chances exist,
Most are vile,
The homeland just smoke.

Enclosures, not countries:
Goats lead sheep
To the slaughter.
Fascism reigns—world doomed.



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Slave systems endure—
Expose the Darkness.



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Unseen, Relentless

Subtle, relentless,
Dulling goes on.
Few incorruptible souls—
Not a people, but wretched spawn.

BEASTS rule this world.
They need SERVANTS—
Soulless, stupid, poor,
Useful merely as servants.

They are both prey and hunter,
Almost perfected.
How many wise and brave? Thousands?
Or tens of thousands? Here—the bottom.

The bottom must be pierced—
A camp is built, worldwide.
Red Cross on white flags—
Those with heads surrendered.

Here, “healing”
Like old wars,
Is the best way to exterminate
And reach the bottom through lies.

Very little remains
To fall before the camp.
Hold on, friend, a little longer,
Before the rotten asylum burns.

The camp—death: “so many choices”?
Freedom to choose?
A fish has more freedom
In its pond. Lies and fear—
The one task.

A way to build horror
For a “new world.”
Luck if you penetrate
The mechanism of dulling,
Ways of soul-killing,
Decay’s amplification,
And shameless lies.

Subtle, relentless—
CATASTROPHES are coming:
Building the camp is foolish—
They will grind you to powder.



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Relentless lies,
Hell’s camp awaits.



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“Figure Skating”

“Figure skating”—
A torture for the masses:
Officials—mere FIGURES,
Alien to true culture.

Vile and greedy creatures,
All thoughts of profit only.
Everything else is lies, obstacles—
From them, only harm comes.

They roll over the honest,
Those ***** in chairs,
Protruding between glasses,
Hands like nets.

Kickbacks, slander,
The honest—dismissed “with regards”:
They will get rid of these,
Under the guise of “care for children.”

Theft is brisk and bold,
And lies stubbornly told.
Politicians “from above,”
A conveyor belt from bottom to top.

A corrupt system,
Excessive extortion.
Yet the audience is silent:
Just staring at the figures,
The show, the trappings
Of bureaucratic actors.

“Figure skating”—
The torment continues,
While total silence
Makes the fate FATAL.

Few resist.
Most, like particles
Of the system, quietly endure,
Hoping for scraps—
Trifles and leftovers
From greedy beasts.

Question: where is culture?
To hell! — the dictatorship of Evil rules!



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Figure skating,
The world’s corrupt show—fight within!



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So-Called “Growing Up”

Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
In vile Hell he stumbled:
Became “like everyone”—a wretched worm here.

Being “like everyone”
Kills Spirit and Mind.
Without reason, promotion
Becomes agony blind.

Through life’s traps
Fools call it living.
Only Spirit’s finest thread
Points to the steps to take.

To move safely in Hell.
Mind serves only Spirit,
Measuring the path,
But in the “fallen” crowd—shame and fear abound.

Going among “like everyone” is dangerous—
They’ll trample you if you
Waste words on folly.
Only worms consume.

They also believe total lies,
Always serving the Devil.
Lies know no measure,
But herds obey.

Spirit and Mind are different—
The filth of a foolish Hell.
Only those preserving Spirit, Mind, and Boldness
Understand. To purge them is the Beast’s goal.

Few survive without corruption
In this infernal place.
Where is the boy who reached
For the Light, pure and clear?
He sold himself to vile creatures,
And became impure like them.



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Hold the Spirit—
Don’t become “like everyone.”



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The End of History

The goblin, hunched, crushed
By pointless toil.
Like a camel, he stores lies in his ****,
Blaming fate each day.

The goblin understands only the ghoul,
Looking far and wide.
Ruling ghouls,
The masses—forever fools.

The apocalypse sneaks to them—
It’s History’s End.
Whether goblin, ghoul,
Or foolish, greedy lackey,
You are useless on Earth,
Sinking in total Evil.

Evil spreads through goblins,
Once the herd submits:
Goblin kills goblin
More often than ghoul drinks blood.

Ghoul management
Is simple—just lies.
More lies each day,
Feed them rot,
To weaken bodies.
Fear is paramount, fascism permanent—
Such is the world of sold fools.

Near the finish,
The end is close.
The slave march predetermined—
Mind and honor expelled.

Negative selection:
If scoundrel, ghoul, thief—
The “up” road is yours;
The bottom is all the mind gets.

World Cataclysm awaits
For submission to Darkness, fascism,
Lawlessness, as only “down”
Is allowed for the honest.
It will burn all slime.



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Lies rule,
Mind is endangered—resist!



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The Soap Bubble of So-Called “Spirituality”

Ego concentrated
In the “herbivorous” bubble—
This is “spiritual” LEGO,
Amid a world of omnivorous madness.

It is worth very little,
With traps laid for the naive.
From all of it they build shelters,
Even under so-called “nirvana.”

The ordinary world is a pen—
Sheep graze within.
There are no few sheep,
Fake spirituality cuts them down.

To save your soul,
Ask questions yourself,
Seek answers alone.
Or follow the song—
You’ll become a sheep.

Destroy ego with Awareness—
Inside is the Flame.
Cannot grasp by torment
Or dogma. The spark is with us.

Find this spark,
Light the Flame—
Consciousness instantly clear:
Here is the Banner of Spirituality.

God’s spark for the Fire,
Spirit as a blaze.
Incomprehensible to the sheep.
Only STUPIDITY and sin.



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Seek the spark—
Light your inner Flame.



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The Scariest Enemy

Fools are the enemy.
Worse than anything else.
Lies and whips together—
A savage delirium.

Lies matter most,
For beating is singular.
Bold, stupid lying—
To the world and everything.

CowID showed
The measure of lies in the world.
“SPID” was a warm-up.
Camp far away.

Digital, dumb—
Human becomes cattle,
Herded by lies,
Sent away.

Monsters here rule.
Lies are their weapon.
The way to survive:
Destroy lies, every moment.



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Fools and lies rule—
Crush deceit, save yourself.



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The Mad Gallop

“Ride faster, fleeting time!
Under new armor I suffocate!
Death, when we arrive, will hold the stirrup—
I’ll wipe the visor, a tear, a fate.”
— M. Lermontov, The Captive Knight, 1840


Ride faster, fleeting time!
Stirrup and saddle—childish games.
The wretched human herd dies—
Horses once, now jump ropes in fashion.

They jump in place, counting as progress,
Minds crushed through deceit.
Lermontov, Pushkin, other scoundrels
Barely reflect the poor world.

Horse becomes jump rope,
Blood flows like water—TNT only!
Few are human, while greedy beasts,
Together with traitor, thief, fool,
Nine-tenths stink even time itself!
Media—vile beyond tears.
The jump rope torn—burden lost
In mad, relentless gallop.

Escape to save your soul.
Little gallop time remains.
Listen always to intuition—
The stench cannot strike your heart.



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Ride the mad time—
Listen to your soul, survive!



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Not So Small Forces?

Send them down the tube!
When idiots surround,
A mindless slave
Cannot explain or unite.

Labor in these Satanic schemes—
A pointless endeavor,
It devours you whole:
You’ll become a submissive fool, weak in spirit.

But there is a bigger tube—
They call it creativity.
You won’t reach “paradise,”
But at least the soul won’t fall
Like the idiots’ souls do.

Create only what you love,
And FOR YOURSELF:
If beasts like it,
You’ll perish among them.

To fight with poetry?
A path for the bold verse.
But only you will appreciate it,
Only you will enjoy it.
Not a battle,
But dying in unseen struggle,
For the rare few who need
Your sharp, honest verse.

Reaching them is hard—
The avalanche of total lies blocks the way.
Which door to knock on?
You’ll fail, if your mind and strength
Follow the usual fools’ paths—
Only the Abyss awaits.



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Create for yourself—
Fight the world unseen.



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The Global Kennel

Dogs bark outside the window,
Ruling over sensitive dreams.
How to become a wretched, stupid dog
To fit in this madhouse?

Many biped dogs here,
But pride and wildness prevent them
From admitting it,
So the inhuman serve the filth.

They believe the world is free—
Not a kennel, not a pen.
You are alien to them, weak, poor,
Until you see the rot:
Life here vanished long ago,
Only imitation remains.

Go inward, seek the Light,
Answer all questions yourself.
The answer: you are the Pure Spirit,
Not a place among dogs and slaves.

The path is hard—
Don’t expose your soul to the dogs,
Or they’ll tear you,
Leaving only bones on the master’s table.

The Kennel will be destroyed
By cataclysm, sweeping away global fascism,
Changing flags and signs,
For the enemy of Darkness is not a dog.

How to become a wretched, stupid dog?
Impossible! Don’t postpone the search for Light—
Only in it will life endure
When we leave the Dog-Dung Plan,
Where neither Honor nor Mind exists,
Even if most accept Evil’s triumph.



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Seek the Light—
Never be a dog in Hell.



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To Paint…

“Yes, paint the world, yes, with vein blood,
Forget disease, dreams, vows,
And die century to century
On the blue hands of the easel.”
— L. Gubanov, Polina, 1963


Painting alone is not enough—
You must destroy.
Your blood soaks the fat,
No matter to the greedy *******.

Give only jokes or anecdotes,
Money, a pound of health to all,
Earrings to the ladies—
No more substance left.

The world is in dementia,
Defeated by the fiend.
It’s not sarcasm—
Spirit is gone from the world.

If Spirit is small,
Blood flows like water.
“Become a dung fly
Here forever”—
Fascism drones on, indirect but firm.

Smart ones are few,
Poison everywhere, lies like plague,
The world pushed to ruin.
Global concentration camp is near,
On the fascist flag,
A new nightmare.

Painting alone is not enough—
Invoke the Sun’s light
To burn the stingers of inhumanity.
Even if all perish,
Spirit will be saved.
Thus Paradise is reached
By those not blind or deaf.



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Paint, burn, save Spirit—
Even if the world dies.



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Pointless Labor

Forward, toward the work’s end—
Other things exist.
One concern matters:
You’ll bite the bit
And the new projects,
Fully pointless,
Without money, respect…
Yet only they hold value!

Value what you deem
Most vital for yourself.
Your gaze turns inward,
Embracing Buddhism.

Inside are answers.
Outside, only lies.
Inside! The abode of Light!
Serve only the Light.

Finishing all projects,
You’ll leave Hell behind.
Only respect matters in death
If you were not vile.

Death weighs achievements,
And the intensity with which you lived.
The crowd’s opinion? Forgotten…
Pointless labor is honored,
If it burns with intensity.
None in idiots,
Only piles of toxic lies.

Not lying—helps the few,
Those with Light,
Not boasting among deceit.



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Pointless labor burns bright—
Save Light within.



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Strada

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war.
Think pens are freedom?
Cradle—locked!

Serfdom everywhere,
Changing forms only.
Foul, corrupt liars
Turn the world into nothing.

“Education”—dulling the mind,
Learning—a circus:
Mind and Spirit decay,
Propaganda poisons sharply.

Only addicts
Believe such toxic lies.
They call ****** fascism
A special operation, by their lies.

Get ground down completely,
Then go to war:
Satan rules supreme here,
Hell is close—on the path.

The beasts lead the sheep,
Ranks tighten.
No oil—lies will burn all
In Hell at the end of Strada.

The ordeal—Hellish pens—
All sheep awaited long.
Few not corrupt,
As always, full of villains.



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Grind, endure,
Hell awaits the sheep.



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Variability

City neurotics—
You are the last stronghold
Of variation, though hysteria
Abounds. The dumb wretch
Feeds on lies, self-satisfied.

Your path is hard, full of pain—
Yet you must reach variations,
Or the world ruled by Evil
Will perish.

God’s spark persists
Only along the path, where Light is idol.
A variation in the Path
Is a task to solve.
Any variant—fortune:
Not accessible to beasts.

Apart from the beasts,
Impossible to move otherwise.
Else only to the Universal madhouse,
The World’s insane reach.

The Universal madhouse
Is built by fools of all kinds.
They will multiply total lies—
Bones cannot be gathered then.

Variations are life—
Remember this and go forth!
On the path are slimy fools.
With them—you’re a lunatic.



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Variations are life—
Move through the fools.



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Get Smarter—or Death!

Is it possible to grow wise?
Hardly—a path for the few:
Anxiety and fog of lies.

The creatures instill fear—
Submissive people devoured.
Mind killed in generations,
If you trust the Beast,
Fear blinds the eyes.

Here, you may see goals
Like a target range.
See bodies as supreme?
You’re lost.
Dream and wish?
A tiny cog.

Abandon lies, restore your sense,
Keep at least a trickle of reason in Hell.
To get smarter is extremely hard,
To preserve reason—
The liars aim to destroy it.

We must get smarter—
Or Shame and death.
Live tensely,
Sort Hell in pieces
To understand it fully—
But don’t stare too long,
Terror comes.



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Grow wise—
Or perish in Hell.



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The Vileness of Trifles

Ostrich-like marriage
Amidst a heap of lies—
A burrow of fools
In a world of chains.

The small things are countless.
Marriage among them—mind, honor,
Guard your conscience,
Enemies are everywhere.

The main enemy is the fool.
The world is built so—
A fool will destroy you,
Tugging at you endlessly.

They tug everywhere,
With trifles, on a leash,
When many of them exist.
If you endure vileness—you’re mad.

Do not endure, go
Alone forward.
Expect no one—
Idiots around.

Few others exist—
Sensitive, wise.
A vile idiot
Will **** you with trifles.



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Fools crush all—
Protect mind and honor.



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Centered

Center on the Spirit,
And quiet your mind —
All chains, all whispers vanish
In the Soul’s bright shine.

Look with an open gaze,
Straight into the heart of things.
The world under the fascist slime,
Above it — like Koschei’s strings.

These inhuman fools "rejoice,"
Building chaos, madness, dread.
And soon the madhouse transforms
Into ***** overhead.

Destruction of the Spirit
Is the chief "mechanism" here.
To make you a dung-fly,
They implant dullness and fear:

Poisoned words, endless lies,
Working deep into the mind.
Insanity multiplies.
Children are the main design.

Dulling the young and bright,
Their fragile reason bent.
Only slavery enters,
A thick-headed dent.

And simple fools emerge
At the end of this decay.
The people grow stupider,
Like cattle led astray.

Poverty stifles striving
Toward the Source so vast.
Emptiness kills what remains,
And leaves the Spirit cast.

Reason rots away.
No longer human, only lice
March to the arena,
Or *****’s vice.

Pay the utmost price
To leave the madhouse cage.
The cost is your last soul-power,
Your Spirit’s final stage.

Reach for redemption only
If fear does not control.
Unite in striving for the Light —
And you will claim the Goal.

The answer lies within;
None will hand it from outside.
Soon all will forget
That Spirit alone holds pride.

Ignite, burn, and blaze —
Then all will become clear.
This is not a shadow of heaven,
Nor moksha’s fading veneer.



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Spirit First

Center on Spirit, hush the mind,
Chains and lies will fall behind.
In fascist chaos, ***** grows —
Only Light your pathway shows.

Children dulled, the people blind,
Reason rots, and fools will bind.
Burn within, fierce, unafraid —
The Answer’s yours, if fear’s decayed.



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Manipulation of Consciousness

Manipulating minds —
The world’s top trade.
From early childhood trapped,
Where Reason fades.

All school programs
Are aimed to **** the mind.
At the end, rude brutes emerge,
In soul and thought — nothing you’ll find.

Only the few
Keep Reason alive,
The rest like birds
In other traps won’t survive.

"Culture" and TV
Will finish everyone off.
For here, Hell is real —
Success for inhuman scoff.

Work is chains of slavery,
Rest — only Forget.
No greater obscenity.
Drop your whining yet.

You must discern
These cunning snares.
Much effort’s needed —
This Workshop glares.

Vast resources poured
Into deception's core.
Not mere courses of lies,
"Science" for years and more.

Years studying how
To trick and snare the crowd.
Lies are hardened,
Again, again, aloud!

Mixing art with shameless lies —
"Science" calls it so.
And fools will buy the mirage,
Believing what they know.

They’ll call slavery freedom,
Idiotism norm.
Brute rudeness implements
Fascist storm.

A foolish brute is needed —
The best slave of all.
Thus, the flood of lies
Sweeps over, wide and tall.

Yet freedom chances exist —
Build autonomous ground.
From Hell of decadence
Communities are found.



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Mind Trap

Brains manipulated, childhood sold,
TV and school make Reason cold.
Only few can keep the flame,
The rest are fooled in the same.



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Insights

More Insights in poems
Than in all other deeds:
Poetry weaves the Spirit
Through its precise threads.

Words dress what can’t be dressed,
New phantoms grow instead —
Half lies for burning,
Spirit not fully fed.

Obsessive petty searches
Breed masses of the mad.
Fools trusting secondary cloth
Are blind, believing bad.

Poetry seeks no "super-truth,"
It sketches the raw Spirit.
Occasionally reflecting
Without toil, without limit.

Spontaneous bursts alone,
Only as the elements fire.
Those who feel no disgust
Won’t drop false empire’s pyre.

Only those born without skin
Can sense this Flame’s embrace.
Theorists multiply nonsense,
A mental stench in place.

Esoteric exceptions exist —
Number Twenty proves.
Mostly mind corruption reigns,
Supporting Darkness’s moves.

False science serves fascism here,
Do not seek Truth there.
Atheists cannot reach the Gates
Where Spirit opens elsewhere.

Years of wicked time will end,
This Bedlam soon will burn.



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Spirit in Verse

Poems ignite, reveal the fire,
Fools breed chaos, false attire.
Only Spirit sees the light,
Burn the lies, reclaim the sight.



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Don’t Cast Pearls

Don’t cast pearls,
Don’t shout to the mob.
This is Hell’s discharge,
Only pipes know the job.

Orders known only
To vile ghouls,
False contagion
For mindless souls.

Prizes and whips,
Guardians required.
All must eat, sleep, mate,
Under fascist fraud conspired.

Children sent straight
To slaughter, praised.
Against the wise,
Instructed to fight.

Global concentration camp
Is the outcome of labor.
Red cross on fascist flag
Marks poisoned water.

Food tainted,
Stupidity spreads.
All fools dispatched
To World Madhouse threads.

Soon pigs will perish,
The best fate.
The innocent minds crushed,
The vile triumph in state.



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Hell’s Orders

Pearls not cast, silence is gold,
Fools obey, the young are sold.
Global camp, poisoned bread,
Truth is dead, all lies are fed.



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Pacifier

Pacifier to **** milk
In childhood’s early hour,
Then only to consume
Lies — the world’s cruel power.

Parents feed deception,
Childhood fades to pain.
Resistance is hard,
Connections severed, slain.

False fools eat only lies,
Skin-deep values prized.
Exceptions rare,
Corruption widely sized.

Inside lies the Light,
Outside all decay.
Cataclysms will follow,
Spirit leads the way.

From fascist world,
Those bound by lies,
Will not pass —
They’ll burn, the world denies.



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Suckling Lies

Childhood fed on falsehood’s milk,
Resistance fades, the world of silk.
Spirit guides, lies will burn,
From this Hell, we’ll return.



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Going for “We”

I go to “you” —
Old path, long known.
The goal is “we” —
All this dirt, all alone.

I go for “we”:
Here lies and decay,
Darkness reigns —
Universal sway.

Strong slave bears
The brunt, delivers pain.
Mad slave is weapon of evil,
Brutal, cruel, insane.

Majority’s madness,
No strength remains.
What to protect?
Only rot sustains.

Ideas are battles’ core,
Evil hides in prayers, science, lore.
Resist with poetry, crush the lies,
Else fall, foolish, where darkness flies.



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Mad Slave

Mad slave strikes, lies spread wide,
Ideas clash, evil cannot hide.
Poetry fights, the Truth defends,
Foolishness ends where darkness bends.



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Garbage and Slugs

Internet dump:
Little worth you’ll find.
Life’s refuse overwhelms,
Slugs feast, unkind.

AI multiplies lies,
Strengthens them each day.
Fills the dump,
Machines drag truth away.

Clips and memes rule,
People mere herd.
Propaganda stings,
Truth silenced, unheard.

Only lies dominate,
To drown the truth.
Life becomes impossible,
Humans stripped of youth.

Slugs prevail,
Humanity wanes.
The Century of Slugs
Arrives with pains.



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Digital Slime

Slugs and lies multiply,
Truth and humans die.
Internet dump, AI’s scheme,
Life consumed, no dream.



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Palisade of Events

Palisade of events — vile,
Center inside, be brave.
Answers come through Light,
Reject falsehood’s wave.

Intuition, sharp critique —
Your path, your shield.
World hysterical,
At Days’ end, unrevealed.

Idiot production
Flows industrially.
Sun ignites, burns the vile,
Cleans the world visibly.

Only units survive
Through Spirit’s blaze.
Seek answers for yourself,
Sweep illusions away.



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Inner Light

Center inside, let Light guide,
Sweep the lies, ignore the tide.
Only Spirit saves the few,
Burn the false, reveal what’s true.



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“Diligent”

“Diligent” spent
Minds in silence.
On trivial waste,
Darkness grows in balance.

Bold each year,
Silence breeds fools.
When patience ends,
Evil breaks the rules.

Money, fame,
Lackeys and slimes.
Values sold cheaply,
Truth discarded in times.

Silence reigns —
Spirit’s final line.
Heartless legacy,
Nothing left divine.

Idiot stubbornly consumes,
Eating filth, ignoring all.
A world turned void
Will inevitably fall.



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Silent Diligence

Silent fools waste minds away,
Evil grows, devours the day.
Spirit’s line, last to hold,
Heartless world, silent, cold.



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Burning of stupidity

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — that’s their turn.
All in vain, yet you pretend,
Thinking this horror home to tend.

Since childhood, only lies you’ve stored,
Few pearls to find, truth ignored.
Sheep march to slaughter, you have endured,
Beneath the masked fascist overlord.

In apogee of genocide’s dark span,
Mind always threatened, Spirit crushed by man.
To dull all souls, impose lifelessness,
Religions, fake sciences, propagate distress.

Schools, factories of fools, thrive on chains,
Deception strengthens as each year drains.
Marxist tricks, the carrot, the stick,
Fascist rot spreads, the world sick.

Yet beasts celebrate too soon,
Chaos will sweep their deluded tune.
Madness and fools, two-thirds of men,
Through them, may death cleanse the pen.

Fascism finds its base in the vile,
Majority grotesque — nature reviles.
Cataclysms aren’t misfortune, but flame,
To burn the dead, purge the game.



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Burn the folly, purge the lies,
Fascists thrive, but Spirit flies.
Madness rules, yet truth remains,
Through fire, the righteous break the chains.



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Tonka the Machine Gunner

Tonya the gunner, a tale of blood,
Snitches and corpses line the flood.
Sisters with needles, calm but cruel,
Children’s fate twisted in their school.

Rewards for fools, the corrupt delight,
Feeding darkness, serving night.
Men break, spirits bend, honor falls,
Slaves of evil heed the calls.

Police and tyrants, old and new,
Lies and fear guide what they do.
The world nearly dead, shamed and scarred,
Truth suffocates, and life is marred.



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Tonya fires, the innocent bleed,
Fools rewarded for serving greed.
Truth suffocates, the world decays,
Evil thrives in twisted ways.



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The world’s a stage, anatomy shown,
Frozen scenes, logic overthrown.
Dead all around, few souls remain,
The lash drives them to pen and chain.

Science leaks, reason dies,
In the theater, truth hides.
Illusions reign, screens project,
A world in decay, reality wrecked.

Cataclysm looms, fascist flame,
Stupid masses bear the blame.
All will burn, deception’s reign,
From ashes, maybe truth will gain.



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World’s a stage, fools enslaved,
Truth denied, the masses caved.
Fascist fire will purge the lies,
From burning chaos, Spirit will rise.



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Emptiness of emptiness

Reflections of reflections, void of voids,
A world where hollow lies deploy.
Material chains, Spirit denied,
Servants of false gods multiply.

Rogues wield lies like knives,
Turning life to rot and strife.
Yet beyond time, a higher plane,
Answers lie within the Spirit’s domain.

Populace duped, parrots repeat,
Materialism feeds the deceit.
To follow Spirit, seek the light,
Shun the darkness, embrace the right.



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Void reflects void, lies infest,
Spirit alone withstands the test.
Material fools will fall and rot,
Truth remains the only lot.



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Soluble Multi-Lie

A dissolvable soup of lies,
The world churns deceit in disguise.
You’re trapped, weak, almost dead,
Multi-falsehoods fill your head.

Human slaughter, Spirit drained,
All through centuries, truths restrained.
Rise and fight the beastly brew,
Or stew in lies, till life’s through.



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Multi-lies stew the mind,
Only Spirit’s fire can unbind.
Fight the beast, or rot in brew,
Truth survives the deadly stew.



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The World Ocean and Total Lies

Half the Ocean green with lies,
Sun grows stronger in our skies.
Blamed on cows, factories, and more,
Humanity’s mind caught in the gore.

Total deception floods the world,
Souls enslaved, illusions curled.
Spirit survives beyond the fray,
Sunlight will burn deceit away.



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Oceans lie, the sun will burn,
Fools deceived, yet truth returns.
Spirit rises, falsehood dies,
Under open, honest skies.



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Questions and Answer

Rescuer is not the Savior,
Teacher may know the Way?
God or Tempter, truth or error,
World or Hell — who holds sway?

Faces false, no truth to cling,
Mirages everywhere take wing.
Answers lie inside the Soul,
One path to follow, one goal.

Disobedience breaks the chains,
Spirit finds the light that reigns.
Outside lies will lead to death,
Within, the breath of Spirit’s depth.



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One answer lives inside your core,
Dispel the lies, be evermore.
Spirit guides through darkest night,
Truth emerges into light.



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Irreversible processes in Nature

Irreversible processes rule,
Not merely CEOs or fools.
Truth ignored by blinded minds,
Falsehood reigns, the world confined.

Sun burns hotter, magma flows,
Nature’s wrath everyone knows.
Fools resist, yet cannot win,
Spirit suffers, degradation within.

The dead-end world, decay and pain,
Only Spirit’s path remains.
Those blind to light will stumble, fall,
New realms await beyond the thrall.



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Nature turns, fools remain,
Spirit suffers, mind in chain.
Only truth can save the day,
Darkness fades, light finds the way.



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Global warming

Solar power grows, the lies persist,
Cows and CEOs plot the twist.
Charts and numbers, false alarms,
Humanity lulled by subtle harms.

Ignorance thrives, panic suppressed,
Instructions followed, lies professed.
The world deceived, the meek obey,
Fools perpetuate the endless sway.



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Sun rises, lies abound,
Human fools fall to the ground.
Only Spirit sees the game,
Truth survives the falsehood’s flame.



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Never say never

Not madness nor prison, but a global camp,
Where shallow minds fall into the trap.
Propaganda strikes, then the barbed wire,
Digital chains feed the fire.

Fools obey, betrayers thrive,
Lies suffocate, yet you survive.
Intuition, courage, call the names,
Expose the false, destroy their games.

Cataclysms loom, the world will shake,
Chains break, only the Spirit awake.
Sun grows stronger, oceans burn,
Through deception, the righteous return.



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World a camp, lies everywhere,
Spirit fights, fools beware.
Sun will blaze, deceit will fall,
Truth survives and conquers all.



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Burning the Foolishness

Years fly by, and through them you burn
The remnants of folly — this their turn.
All in vain, you deceive your own mind,
Thinking this dreadful house you’ve aligned.

From childhood, only deceptions you store,
Few pearls found by yourself, nothing more.
Sheep march to slaughter, while you endure
Beneath masked fascism, so impure.

In apogee of genocide it flows,
Mind always threatened, the Spirit bows.
To dull everyone, then enforce the void,
Religions and false science deployed.

Schools — factories of fools, they create
Chains of arbitrariness, dictatorial state.
With each passing year, lies grow more bold,
Carrots for donkeys on production rolled.

Madness strengthens, fascists rise,
Satan as God before our eyes.
Yet early triumph is theirs, not the end,
For cleansing comes, the dead we’ll send.



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Burning folly, years gone by —
Sheep march, fools comply.
Spirit and mind oppressed,
Falsehood reigns, yet truth’s not lessed.



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Years fly, lies grow,
Fascism spreads, woe.
Sheep and fools abound,
Spirit yet can be found.



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Folly burns —
Spirit learns.



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Tonya the Machine Gunner

Tonya, the machine gunner,
An incident, out of line?
Or the informer, killing masses,
Bodies stacked, no sign.

That “sister,” she stabs,
Not hysterical, children she has.
Hidden and quiet, too many to count,
No dead? But the worthy mount.

Awards may follow, fools rejoice,
Serving darkness without a voice.
From the gun to lies, worse than death,
Even honest ones fear the breath.

To live here, Tonya pays soul’s price,
Clear examples of damage, precise.
While pioneers approve gray lies,
Ignore these, only truth applies.



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Tonya shoots —
Fools obey.
Life costs —
Spirit pays.



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Machine gun —
Truth undone.



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The Whole World’s a Theater

The whole world’s a theater,
Anatomical frame.
Frozen scenes and logic’s boulder,
Madness everywhere, none tame.

Dead all around —
Living are few.
Whip drives the stench,
Beasts’ success, life askew.

Science like a sieve,
Knowledge drains to zero.
In the theatre of falsehood,
Mirages rule the hero.



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World’s a stage —
Few remain.
Madness reigns,
Truth in vain.



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Theater of lies —
Mirages rise.



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The Emptiness of Voids

Reflections of reflections —
The void of voids, this world.
Decay in mirroring?
No, false idols swirl.

From childhood, material enforced,
Spirit mocked, myths endorsed.
God with horns? Only if Spirit’s lost,
We become fly-like, at great cost.

Super-knowledge exists, Spirit’s expanse,
Above time, souls’ torment in trance.
Technology corrupts the weak,
Lies multiply, as truth grows bleak.

Go within — only there answers dwell,
For fools, the world’s a living hell.
Materialism dominates, spirituality fades,
Every “-ism” leads to fascist raids.



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Void mirrors —
Fools perish.
Spirit waits,
Truth’s surface.



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Emptiness reigns —
Only Spirit gains.



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Soluble Multi-Lies

Soluble multi-soup — the world,
Rough example, yet unfurled.
Trapped in multi-lies, weak and blind,
Throw the free cheese far behind.

Man, insane, a weak soul’s slave,
Death approaches, the world won’t save.
Fight the beasts, resist the stew,
They cook you slow if dull — it’s true.



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Multi-lies stew —
Fight or fry.
Spirit must wake,
Or you die.



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Lies cook slow —
Soul in tow.



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Global Ocean and Total Lies

Half the ocean green, sun blazes high,
Once blue, now lies multiply.
Blame not factories, not cows’ sighs,
But consumption clouds the human eyes.

Eternal deception, humanity numb,
Underground escape, never to come.
Life in pure Spirit shall follow,
Soulless have no place in this hollow.



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Ocean green,
Lies unseen.
Spirit lives —
Falsehood gives.



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Total lies
Flood the seas.



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Questions and Answer

Savior is not the Savior.
Teacher knows the Way?
God or Tempter here?
World or Hell’s sway?

Masks, not persons, clouds of lies,
Grasp nothing, mirages rise.
Seek within for the one reply —
Answers live where illusions die.



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Seek inside —
Truth resides.
Mirages fade —
Spirit guides.



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Questions vast —
Answer one.



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Irreversible Processes in Nature

Irreversible flows,
Not CE-O-Two’s woes.
Cow farts and factory haze,
Heads filled with deceptive phrase.

Sun blazes, magma warms seas,
Truth harsh, fools fail to appease.
Degradation and torment descend,
Satan here, yet Spirit defends.



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Nature burns —
Fools unlearn.
Spirit waits —
Truth returns.



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Irreversible —
Spirit persists.



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Global Warming

Sunlight rises, cows emit,
CE-O-Two, fools admit.
Simple lies with “clear meaning” spread,
Charts adjusted, truth left dead.

Humans follow without panic,
Orders from fools, nothing organic.
Chemical trails reflect the light,
Poison administered, false disease in sight.



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Sun rises —
Fools comply.
Truth is near,
Lies multiply.



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Global heat —
Spirit beats.



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Don’t Swear by the Concentration Camp

Not madness or prison,
But a global camp.
If intelligence is scarce,
Propaganda will stamp.

All deceived, then counted and trapped,
Beasts rule, the cunning mapped.
Train the fools, crush the wise,
World’s final days before our eyes.



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Camp world —
Truth hurled.
Fight the lies,
Save your soul.



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Global camp —
Deception reigns.



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Poetry as a Path to the Soul’s Salvation

Poetry is not a tool for mass influence, nor a way to fit into society or earn approval. It is written first and foremost for the author, as a means to preserve the soul, to keep its light alive in a world full of lies and emptiness. Every word, every line is an act of self-preservation, a discard of the unnecessary, and a fixation of what is vital within.

Yet in this deep process, a side effect exists: poetry can touch another consciousness. Not as a guide, nor as a moral command, but as a tiny spark that awakens attention, inner honesty, and the search for one’s own path. A reader open to this may resonate with the invisible vibration of words and take a step toward their own inner light.

Thus poetry becomes a double act: it saves the author, and potentially, it may help someone else. But it is important to remember: this is not guaranteed, it does not obey plans or expectations. It merely opens a door. Whether someone walks through it — the choice remains theirs alone.

It is precisely this freedom, this independence and sincerity, that makes poetry a true force. It is a space where Spirit meets itself and, perhaps, others — not to command or teach, but simply to be authentic.



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Poetry saves the soul —
First your own, then perhaps another.
Words vibrate unseen,
A spark, a choice, a light.



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Words strike —
Soul wakes.



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The Clock’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life’s reason falls.
Forget it all in vain —
Here’s Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo cries —
Life’s disguise.
Hell is near —
You cuckoo here.



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The Cuckoo’s Gone Mad

The cuckoo calls —
Life shatters walls.
Forget, drift in vain —
In Hell, you cuckoo again.



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Cuckoo moans —
Life dethrones.
Hell’s embrace —
You cuckoo’s place.



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Cuckoo cracked —
Life hacked.
Hell laughs loud —
You cuckoo, proud.



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Cuckoo strikes —
Time’s fracture.
Life dissolves —
In hell you measure.



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Cuckoo’s gone —
Madness reigns.
Count your years
By hellish chains.



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The Cuckoo Gone Mad

Cuckoo calls —
Justifying life anew.
Forget in vain —
By hellish chains, you rue.



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Cuckoo cries —
Chains bind.



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The Toy Factory

The toy factory hums.
Above, a brand-new plan:
No need for clowns —
"Leaders" of every land.

All puppets are so old!
Even ancestors laughed at this mold.
Now a robot is required,
For AI to be admired.

Children raised to amuse,
Their playthings fed with abuse.
The factory glues scandals tight,
Soulless material — the politician’s delight.

Retail nations —
Childhood lost in their mess.
“Citizens” drunk and sated,
Few remain sane, I guess.

The world’s caught in psychedelic trance,
Monsters dance in endless dance.
Plans of villains, hysterics thrive,
For they craft a Brave New World alive.

Reason is blocked,
Paths closed, doors locked.
A test run of filth deployed,
Darkness cheered, the mind destroyed.

Two-thirds are lost already,
Forward they lie, brazenly.
The factory pens a world so blind,
Listen to your Soul — it’s your find.

Only salvation of the Soul
Leads the wise on their path:
Rot, lies, despair — the whole foul scroll,
But for the Spirit, a guiding oath.

The psychedelic grip
Narrows space for thought,
Chronicles of misdeeds
Crack the door to your lot.



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Toy factory hums —
Clowns gone.



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Children play —
Souls stray.



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Rot and lies —
Spirit flies.



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Toy factory —
Souls enslaved.



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Puppets scream —
Robots reign.



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Rot rules all —
Spirit stands tall.



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Children’s minds —
Slaughtered grind.



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New world lies —
Chaos flies.



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Toy factory —
Brains gone.



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Robots rule —
Souls pawn.



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Puppets fall —
Chaos calls.



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Kids confined —
Minds blind.



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New world burns —
Spirit learns.



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Lies parade —
Truth stayed.



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Steel grips —
Dark scripts.



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Toy factory —
Hell’s drafty.



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Toy factory hums —
Souls on strings.



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Robots grin —
Chaos wins.



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Puppets old,
Stories cold.



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Glue of lies,
Childhood dies.



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Steel and code,
Hearts corrode.



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False delight,
Darkness bites.



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Toy factory world —
Spirit hurled.



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Listen close —
Escape those ghosts.



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Toy factory grinds —
Souls confined.



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Robots laugh —
Humans daft.



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Glue of lies —
Childhood dies.



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Strings snap —
Spirit trapped.



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Toy world burns —
No return.



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Toy factory hums —
Lies become drums.
Children entrapped,
Souls tightly wrapped.



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Strings and wires play —
Life stripped away.
Robots grin wide,
Humanity’s slide.



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Glue of deceit
Covers small feet.
Playroom of hell,
No one to tell.



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Plans so absurd,
Voices unheard.
Mindless parade,
Spirit betrayed.



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Toy world burns bright,
Dark replaces light.
All is controlled,
Souls bought and sold.



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Toy hell roars —
Souls on floors.
Kids trapped tight,
No end in sight.



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Strings snap fast,
Humanity’s past.
Robots grin wide,
All hope denied.



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Glue and lies,
Silent cries.
Playroom burns,
No one learns.



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Plans obscene,
Minds wiped clean.
Parade of fools,
Broken rules.



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World of toys,
Stolen joys.
Darkness reigns,
Spirit chains.



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Clever cat strikes —
Sheep just bleat.

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Cat prowls wise —
Sheep fall for lies.

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Cat sees, sheep bleed.
Fools follow — meet the greed.

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Sheep bleat, cats smirk.
Chaos reigns — fools at work.

— The End —