The Farm, or Signs of Decay
Greedy, dim, and self-obsessed —
That’s the mark this world displays.
What’s the second? Infant rest —
Soft and lazy, mind decays.
Third is fat — both brain and belly,
Clogged from years of idle chew.
Yet we crown ourselves so freely,
When the crown is not for view.
Here the rule is: feed, consume.
Pig farm law — the fattest swine
Gets the gold and takes the room,
While the slaughter stays behind.
If you’re “first” inside the pen,
You will lead — but not away
From the killing fields of men,
Only straight where butchers stay.
In the Human pig farm’s order,
You will lead them, proud and loud,
To serve the Dark — a loyal border,
While your howling draws the crowd.
Be you tycoon, fake professor,
Or pop-preacher spewing rot —
You will drive them to the pressure
Where the killing pen is hot.
World’s a pen — and CowID showed it
Clear for all with swine-like sight.
Hardly any didn’t blow it —
We have hit rock bottom’s bite.
And that bottom’s now been broken
By the New War’s grinding mill;
All will go to trash unspoken,
Once we fight for rot — and ****.
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Pig Farm Law
Fattest swine becomes the master,
Leads the herd to slaughter’s gate.
World of rot rolls faster, faster —
Serving Darkness, sealing fate.
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Dogmatism of Pseudo-Science
The mathematic spewed out numbers,
Thinking that could cage the whole —
World reduced to lifeless slumbers,
While his mind had lost its soul.
Pseudo-science, dogma-ridden,
Like a cancer eats the core;
Thus it serves, in darkness hidden,
Fascist ends forevermore.
Purest Spirit is the basis
Of all life — beyond all schemes;
Yet this excrement erases
Every hint of higher dreams.
It avoids the subtle wonder,
Wasting force on mass-made trash,
While installing hollow blunder,
Praising filth with pomp and flash:
Filth of crude materialism,
Shattering the Whole to dust;
“Science” pumps its brain-enema —
Leaving only rot and rust.
Dogma’s wash will cleanse the thinking,
Till no mind remains to fight;
Tripling lies, the world is sinking,
Dragged from depth to deeper night.
CowID’s plague unveiled the bottom,
Where this sham science holds the rope,
Marching with the sub-human rotten,
Selling stench as sacred hope.
Mind without the Spirit’s leading
Is but impotence and shame;
All the birthright it is bleeding —
Pseudo-science kills the Flame.
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Dogma’s Rot
Numbers choke the Spirit’s light —
Pseudo-science serves the blight.
Mind enslaved by dogma dies,
Feeding Darkness, breeding lies.
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Rage Against the Rot
Melancholy, will decaying —
Swap it for a storm of rage!
Stop enduring lies obeying —
Slice the truth across the page.
Bend, and bending breeds more breaking;
Crooked spines can’t stand the load.
World is sent for slaughter, shaking
In the Devil’s killing road.
Rage will forge your strength in battle,
Tempering the steel within;
Through the storms and through the rattle,
You can live by righteous sin.
“Kindness” won’t restrain the demon,
Nor can meekness make him yield;
Truth must rule — so burn the scheming,
Purge the trash false books concealed.
Drive out madness — rage’s hammer,
For no other cure will grow;
Lies infest this swamp’s foul glamour,
At the bottom’s endless low.
Here at bottom — “higher” means lower;
Such’s the upside-down of things.
End of Light is drawing closer
Than the fool imagining sings.
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Rage’s Law
Bend — you break, and rot will reign;
Rage alone can cut the chain.
Truth’s the blade — swing without fear,
For the End of Light is near.
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Flood of Emotion, Furnace of Doom
A flood of emotion,
With lies as its base;
Mind’s own eclipse
In the filth it must face.
The fool never sees,
So strong is the lie;
Just spark the passions —
Then burn till they die!
CowID’s a case —
Where Reason was slain;
The few who still stand
Don’t bow to the chain.
The crowd’s a disgrace —
Insane and unkind;
They’ll be swept from the Earth,
For their time is aligned.
And then the BEAST
Will burn all the rot —
The dumb, stubborn mules;
Such is Evil’s plot.
The Beast only burns?
Then the Sun is its pyre,
And there is a Stoker —
A quasar on fire.
Half a century gone —
From there came the spark;
It set the Sun blazing,
And all went dark.
Now everything’s burning,
All Evil’s consumed,
In the cosmic furnace
Where all is doomed.
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Cosmic Furnace
Spark the rage — let rot ignite,
Quasar stokes the Sun to blight.
All the Beast’s black feast will burn,
Evil’s ash will have no urn.
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Freak Show
Gullible fools — do they depress you?
No — they make you laugh instead;
Like a freak show to impress you,
Stuffed with clowns who’ve lost their head.
Clowns of war, all loud and roaring —
Propaganda’s hired hands;
Deaf musicians, meek and boring,
Spewing moans no soul withstands.
Trainers swarm, their number swelling —
But no beasts are left to train;
Everywhere the stench is telling,
Like a rot on full display.
All the rafters rot and shiver —
Soon the roof will crash and break;
Yet the morons munch and quiver,
Popcorn dripping in their wake.
Only rabble buys admission
To this wretched circus stage,
Where the ****** in position
Drives decay to earn his wage.
Every rotten joke goes soaring,
Every fool applauds with glee;
Till the roof comes crashing, pouring
On the freaks — best run and flee!
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Freak Show Law
Clowns of war, decay on stage,
Rotting beams collapse in rage.
When the roof falls on their glee —
Run from fools, and let them be.
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A Fisher Sees Another, or Smart to Smart, but I to You
One fool can smell another’s stench —
The world’s foundation built on ****;
The Light’s domain is far, entrenched
Beyond the servants’ ranks to come.
Discord of darkness creeps below —
The higher up, the fiercer ****;
The worst ******* rules the show,
The fiercest fiend — the crowned padishah dumb.
Rejection of the honest, wise
Is almost instinct in the throne;
Only madmen reach the prize,
To claim the peaks of power’s zone.
But that’s a mask — the ruling game
Is always hidden from the crowd;
The stupid slaves won’t name the shame,
Or see the fascism endowed.
They’ll call it, say, “Communism” —
And fools will march to serve and fight;
Cynicism’s a schism,
Where lying’s art has reached its height.
Cockroaches will feast for sure,
When lies pour out in truckloads piled;
Negative selection pure —
On bottom ranks, the spoils are wild.
The world has turned a sewer pit;
No place for minds that seek the light;
The sorting bin’s the final writ —
Where worms in filth consume the night.
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Fools Breed Fools
Fools sniff fools — the ****’s foundation.
Only madmen claim the station.
World’s a pit — no place for light,
Worms feast deep in endless night.
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Optimism
Optimism of dull cretins —
A mark they wear with pride and shame;
Viewing life through childish prisms,
Missing truth, repeating blame.
If as an adult you still keep
This mindset stuck in childish haze,
There are cursed questions you won’t deep,
Avoiding them through all your days.
You only stretch your childish years,
An aging pioneer in vain;
We don’t think — just spout our fears,
If from books we drink the pain.
Seeking all the answers there,
Just look around — decay’s the rule;
Genocide infects the air,
Evil strains enough to fool.
Enough — with sober realism
Snap the mind from madness’ grip;
Seeing more, you bear the schism —
Grim and fierce, with clenched tight lip.
If you’re crushed by disillusion,
Then you’ve found the path to Truth;
Buddha’s way, the stark conclusion —
Face this horror in your youth.
Search for ways to break the chains —
There’s no other choice to take;
Optimism’s rotting stains
Leave a deep, corrupting wake.
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Rot’s Optimism
Optimism’s a fool’s disguise,
Blind to truth and bitter lies.
Face the horror, break the chain —
Only then can hope remain.
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Negative Selection
To think is privilege rare —
Darkness breeds the stupid’s way;
All fascist forces care
To throw their fools into the fray.
They’re everywhere, the vile breed,
Controlling dumb crowds with fear;
Show your mind — you plant the seed
Of a pit that draws you near.
“Weeds” grow in each new line,
Pulling out the weak and lame;
Clearing space to then assign
Greenhouse blooms — the Judas’ game.
This is Evil’s highest caste —
Conscience dead, they lead the spoil;
Trust these fiends? You’re doomed to last
Drowned in lies and beastly toil.
CowID revealed the truth —
**** of evil, ready all;
New fascism’s ruthless proof —
They prepare the world to fall.
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Weeds of Evil
Stupid breed and darkness rule,
Fascists drive the mindless fool.
CowID showed ****’s true face —
Evil’s depths in full embrace.
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Air Defense Measures
From childhood, "air defense" means
To block the sky and break your dreams,
To keep you dumb, earthbound and small —
A fool confined within the wall.
“Education” and the media,
These tools the fiends use eagerly;
They shield all from the Truth above,
The Truth that soars beyond their love.
Rockets fly into the blue,
The idiot cheers the deadly view;
He’s but a fragment, fascist’s tool,
Dulling kids, keeping them fooled.
Yet he’s immune to judgment’s sword —
They try the ones who seek the Lord;
Cursing all the World’s decay,
The Sky prepares its fierce repay.
The Answer waits beyond the veil —
To crush the madness, break the spell;
Total lies that breed submission,
Sickening the soul’s condition.
No “air defense” will defend,
When filth and fiends have no end;
Only by destroying all —
Can Earth be saved from this foul thrall.
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Sky’s Revenge
Air defenses block the sky,
Keep you dumb, obey, comply.
Truth will burn their lies away —
Only ruin saves the day.
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The World Asylum Prison
Madness spreads across the globe —
The whole world’s a psych ward’s zone.
This insanity’s no joke,
Infernal beasts have claimed the throne.
Dumbing down the lost and daft,
Driving fools to mental fall —
Spirit’s rot, the twisted craft
Of this prison’s endless wall.
This mad world — you must discern
While you’re young, to not betray
Your own soul, lest you become
Just another sellout’s prey.
The main rule — trust only you,
Reject all lies that bind and cage;
Close the door on fear’s dark view,
Multiply deceit and rage.
Lie times dullness breeds a plague,
A maddening phenomenon;
Today’s media’s sharpest blade,
Sharper than old Goebbels’ con.
Instead of wars, the poison’s spread
By needles praised with false acclaim;
“More helpful than before!” they said —
Bow down, succumb, accept the shame.
Before this total falsity,
CowID revealed the pit;
Are we food on filth’s banquet,
Or the shame that won’t be quit?
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Madness’ Reign
World insane, a prison cell,
Media’s poison, lies that sell.
CowID showed depths of shame —
Are we beasts or just the same?
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Spirit and Stench
A jelly-man, a man —
Rare breed, a joke, a sham;
Is this world built for beasts?
Judgment comes, the toll increases.
If the Spirit’s crushed and broken,
Lucifer fades — unspoken —
In hellish spheres anew,
The man-blob’s fate follows through.
If the soul reeks servile stink,
Not the Spirit, but the stink.
The term stench fits sharp and clear —
They lead the fool far, far from here.
CowID’s cruel truth revealed —
Reason’s death is nearly sealed.
Wars and famine lie ahead,
Fear the engine, dread widespread.
Fear and acrid stench combine —
Lessons “higher powers” divine?
A vow: no darkness to admit —
Else all falls to blackest pit.
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Stench and Spirit
Stench rules where spirit dies,
Fear fuels hell beneath dark skies.
Keep the Darkness far away —
Or be lost in its decay.
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To Die With Dignity
"Dignity — that’s the main demand,
So generous hands don’t brand
You like cattle, shut your mouth,
And drive you off from north to south."
— Yevgeny Yevtushenko, 1976
They’ve herded all into the stall —
Now’s the time to die with honor!
CowID’s slaughter shakes Ukraine,
Yet minds are filled with empty rumor.
The world has turned a prison pen,
This so-called primitive sphere;
Fell asleep in the Social Camp —
Woke among Putin’s puppeteers.
Free cheese rots in mousetrap’s jaws,
Lies bait minds with cunning words;
From those lies the head now rots —
Brains corrode in poisoned herds.
But how to die with dignity?
Each tries as best as they can;
If no chances remain to fight —
**** the beasts, the Dark’s foul clan.
Cataclysms aid the end,
Their grim reckoning draws near;
For all betrayals and fascist ****,
The wretched mob pays in fear.
Dignity means truth in word,
Smash the lies, don’t bow or bend;
Will they **** you? Not likely…
Fight again — your talents lend.
Only in struggle saves the soul —
No other way from prison’s bars;
Listen close to your true core,
They’re all slaves beneath the devils' stars.
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Die with Dignity
Herded all, no chance to flee—
Fight or die with dignity.
Truth your weapon, soul your guide,
In the pit, refuse to hide.
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Be Like a Tank!
“Freaks’ paradise.” To fight it blind,
Not knowing hell’s the truth behind —
Means crashing into ignorance,
Where lies and stench breed dark’s advance.
Lies everywhere, exposed and raw,
The first step out of savage law.
This world’s a cage, a bleak façade,
With bars adorned in gaudy fraud.
Your table’s scraps, your mind’s foul haze —
The price you pay for lost malaise.
If you believed the beasts’ deceit,
In drunken lies that feed defeat,
You’ll roam from bar to bar confined —
A vicious circle, crazed, maligned.
Madness strikes the Spirit’s core —
Here only traces are no more.
Go deep inside, to Spirit’s spring,
Only there salvation rings.
If luck is yours, you’ll overcome
The nightmare choking all that’s come.
Luck is strength — so charge ahead,
Be like a tank that breaks the dread!
Not bending weak, a broken pawn,
Fearless ‘gainst the World’s dark dawn.
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Tank Force
Smash the cage, don’t bend or break,
Charge the bars for freedom’s sake.
Be the tank that breaks the gloom —
Fearless roar, a breaking boom.
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Suggestion and Counter-Suggestion
The world of words is simply made:
Submission is its core brigade —
If you agree, the pitch is set,
They sell you horror like a threat.
Meanness dressed as kindly grace,
An old scam masked to your face.
Silent consent makes you weak,
Say “No!” — the courage that you seek.
But other ways must come to light:
Unite the wise to stand and fight.
Hard when blindness rules the day,
Devils hold the world at bay.
Evil’s suggestion reigns supreme,
Counter-voices scarce, a fragile dream.
Since youth you’ve stood within the sight —
Fired lies grow stronger with each night.
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Words as Weapons
Evil whispers, sharp and sly,
Truth fights back — but few comply.
Speak “No!” loud — break the spell,
Or in silence, darkness dwell.
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Bio-Robo-Zombies
Born on one and same assembly lines,
With “blueprints” all alike and cold,
Those bio-robots play their signs,
Running trash programs, bought and sold.
For them, today, the death camp’s here —
Digital prisons as ideal;
Where on the flag the “Red Cross” leer,
Those freaks and bots refuse to heal.
Machines are scrapped, not fixed or saved,
“Doctors”-spies in fascist style;
Nano-chips their will engraved,
Chains locked tight to force compliance vile.
For minds, it’s jails or burial plots,
For others, nonsense to obey;
They **** those bio-zombie blots,
Clearing Earth for new digital sway.
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Digital Chains
Bio-robots, minds erased,
Chipped and chained, their wills replaced.
Earth cleansed for cold control’s grip —
New digital slaves on the ship.
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The Rat Cage
Test rats worn down, their strength all spent,
Poisoned, warring — culling the excess.
Mutations run wild, malformed descent,
Undead abominations — the grim success.
The vet prepares to end the game,
With poisoned brew to seal their fate.
Foolish rats will bear the blame,
Their days are numbered — death’s own gate.
No need to live inside this cage —
Death comes swift, with or without rage.
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Rat Race End
Rats are poisoned, doomed to fall,
No escape, no fight at all.
Caged to die, their time is spent —
End the plague, the rat descent.
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To the Veterinarians
A fool aimed for the easy prize,
But landed where the shameful lies —
Dreamed of med school, fate was cruel,
Became a vet in chaos’ pool.
Pumping sheep with poison shots,
Healing with their twisted plots —
Turned a *******, vile and low,
Soon the **** deserve their blow.
Now “Doctor Mengele” sits
Everywhere, with cruel fits;
A vet by trade, a world’s disgrace —
Shame on this cursed, fallen place.
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Vet of Shame
Dreamed of healing, fell to hell,
Pushed poison, forged the darkest spell.
Mengele’s ghost in vet’s disguise —
Shame that burns and never dies.
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Mura
When nonsense drags you down so low,
When sadness and despair do grow,
That constant background, “all is lost!” —
Don’t rush to speak at any cost.
Though lonely, if your soul ignites,
Creative spark that fiercely fights,
Call yourself a warrior true,
Though herds of shepherds wait for you.
The struggle lives within the Spirit;
These bursts of strength, don’t you forfeit.
Die for the world, then rise again
For Pure Spirit’s lasting reign.
The torment’s come: soulless beasts
Face Gehenna’s fiery feast.
The sun now burns with fiercer flame,
Sweeping all into the game.
Spiritual worlds — no fairy tale,
On Earth all twisted, doomed to fail.
We live by orders vile and grim,
From wretched fiends who rule the dim.
In fire, all this filth will cleanse —
No other way, no second chance.
Remain in Spirit; cast out fear,
From Consciousness, drive nonsense clear.
The world’s a trance — dance by the hearth,
Awareness heals the fall of Earth.
Nothing left but Spirit’s labor —
Turn on intuition’s favor.
Multiply your sharp critique —
With stomach only, no mystique,
You’ll never reach that sacred sky,
That spiritual “paradise” high.
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Fight the Mura
Nonsense clouds — strike back with might,
Spirit’s fire, your guiding light.
Fearless, fight the soul’s decay —
Only Spirit shows the way.
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If You Only Knew What Filth...
"If you only knew what filth and waste
Give birth to poems, with no shame embraced,
Like yellow dandelions by the fence,
Like burdock leaves and pigweed dense."
— Anna Akhmatova, 1940
If you only knew what filth and ****
Feed poems born in hatred’s drum —
Now strikes the Last Great Suffering,
A final harvest reckoning.
The last — for grains are few and thin,
While weeds abound, and evil’s king.
This wretched world bows to the vile,
At best replies with groans and sighs.
If you only knew what trash composes
“Governments” here, such foolish poses
Would cease — you’d see the beasts’ foul war,
A fight to slay the Soul’s pure core.
If you only knew what muck’s created
False science bred, how souls degraded,
You’d turn your gaze to Spirit’s light,
And leave the starving flocks in flight.
If you only knew the filth that made
False religions, horrid masquerade,
You’d shudder — priests worse than thieves,
Serving horns the darkness weaves.
If you only knew what filth constructs
The “consciousness” of human trucks,
You’d flee from them with urgent speed,
For nothing there is what you need —
Shiny things to grab and run,
Like crows deceived by glitter’s fun.
Few exceptions break this rule —
All crafted traps to keep the fool.
When sick of digging through the dirt,
Go inward — answers you will assert.
And soon enough, the madhouse burns,
For nonsense now no longer turns.
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Filth’s Truth
From garbage grow the lies they tell,
False gods and fools trapped in their hell.
Look inside — the madness bled,
Burn the lies, the falsehoods dead.
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Breeding Ground of Madness
Madness reigns—a common plague:
Fool or loon serve darkness’s vague.
Centuries of toil and sweat,
To make idiots, and no less yet.
Madness comes in silent waves —
The world will drive you mad, enslaved,
If you trust the twisted freaks,
Known madmen in all the creeks.
Rotten, wretched masters rise,
Spun by evil’s cruel disguise.
They shove filth into your mind,
And clog your memory behind.
Tired of old theories’ lies,
New nonsense again will rise.
Mocking all with “science” fake,
Scholars cruel for cruelty’s sake.
History holds many proofs,
Its story full of foolish goofs.
A fragment of insane design —
Deception everywhere aligns.
This tale fits in ward number six,
Life’s price you’ll pay when sanity kicks,
Awaking from the maddened haze,
Returning to clear, sober ways.
The cost for trusting fools who lie,
Opening doors to madness high.
Few exceptions break the rule —
Youth lost inside this lunatic school.
For school’s a breeding ground for fools,
Programs written by the cruel.
Their aim is simple—dumb you down,
Make Judas smile, wear the clown’s crown.
Betrayal of the Spirit’s core
Is madness rooted evermore.
They preach vile lies again, again,
Snarling at your soul and brain.
But truth is simple, clear, and strong:
Soul and sharp mind must lead along.
All lies and traps you must reject —
As madness forced by hell’s dialect,
A poison planted to enslave,
So you become a twisted knave,
Defiled before the Darkness’ throne,
Your soul sold cheaply, flesh and bone.
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Madness Breeds
Madness thrives, fools fall in line,
Spirit sold for swine’s design.
Break the lies, reclaim your mind —
Or be the beast they’ve engineered to bind.
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In the Darkness of the Psych Ward
"Darkness lies ahead — just wait!
There, crimson sunsets wall the way,
A biting wind, slant rains dictate,
And crooked roads stretch out astray."
— Vladimir Vysotsky, 1969
"When a thinking man matures,
He feels trapped, no way endures."
— Anton Chekhov, Ward No. 6, 1892
Darkness lies along your road —
No light ahead in madness’ code.
Lies and chaos grow and swell,
Rotten rulers cast their spell.
More mice trapped than ever known —
CowID showed the poison sown.
Children bred as mice in lies,
Trapped beneath deceptive skies.
The sad result of “education” —
Is thoughtless, blind subjugation.
Satan’s shadow undergirds,
“God” and “morals” — empty words.
That nonsense keeps the lies in place,
Fear’s baton enforces disgrace.
The fiends seek to rot the whole —
Like ward six, the sickened soul.
As Tosya told, the end is near —
Psych ward crumbles, full of fear.
You’re lost if ward becomes your mind,
Mask and soul forever bind.
The mask seeps in, invades the core —
Fight stale lies, madness’ roar.
Use the years that still remain —
Wake up now! Break free the chain!
Madness spreads in all around,
In smart and sensitive it's found.
Centuries of evil’s reign —
Born you were in this dark domain.
Fear and lies, delusions reign,
Psych ward’s grip, eternal chain.
Held by lies through endless age —
Like slingshots fighting cannon’s rage.
To cast the filth, go deep inside —
Introspection is your guide.
Critical mind will light your way,
Avoid decay, don’t go astray.
Even if you’re like the rest,
Save your Reason bit by bit.
Say “No!” to slave fate’s cruel lies,
Destroy the fiends before your eyes.
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Psych Ward’s Dark
Madness grips, the lies run deep,
Wake your soul — no time to sleep.
Break the chains, reject the lies,
Fight the fiends who feed on cries.
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Ketchup and French Fries
French fries stuck inside the brain,
Ketchup turned to grayish stain.
Fear and lies made soul decay —
Earth became a madhouse, gray.
For some debt that must be paid,
Ugliness in all displayed.
Idiot is now the norm,
Fiends work hard to breed this swarm.
The mob called “people” bows and fears,
Trusts these fiends throughout the years.
Don’t want to rot a filthy freak?
Give up all — the strong, the weak:
A pitiful life in a herd,
Chased by carrots, empty words,
“Hope” that’s bred on lies and poison,
Success — a slave’s tainted badge, their poison.
They rise to serve the Evil’s plan,
To push the madness over man.
That goat they cherish, fiends so few —
Lead flocks to cliffs where none break through.
Become that goat — your soul is lost,
Your mind, a plague, a festering cost.
French fries stuck inside the brain,
Ketchup’s turned to grayish stain.
But fiends forever crave the blight —
More decay, to darken light.
They tried to shove their CowID,
Retreated, saved for misery.
New fake diseases, cruel and sly,
Make cattle herd, let millions die.
Injecting poison, stronger still,
Their fences tighten, break your will.
The world drowns in lies and haze,
Few humans left in this malaise.
To save mankind, one task remains:
Cataclysms come — they break the chains.
They’ll wipe this rotten world away,
True Life in Spirit will find way.
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Ketchup Brain
French fries clog your wired brain,
Ketchup turns your thoughts to stain.
Fiends inject their poison deep —
Spirit’s price is souls to keep.
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*******
******* — evil’s barricades,
They’re countless here, so endless pains.
The world’s degraded, turned to ****,
With ******* ruling every bit.
*******’s near — your boss, your friend,
Spreading nonsense without end.
Not from hate, but taught to hate,
Fools believe the fiends’ dictate.
Shadow lords control the herd,
Place the goats to lead absurd.
Darkness tricks are simple, sly —
Don’t expect an *******’s "why."
No sobering for rotten minds,
Sold-out madmen of all kinds.
They want you quiet, tame, and still,
Annoyed when you refuse their will.
Those who broke free from the flock,
******* rage and try to mock.
CowID showed how fiends arrange —
******* herd, and lies exchange.
Checkmate lies in total rage,
War revealed a darker stage:
Rot once soaked in stinking pools —
Now we’ve plunged beneath all rules.
This wretched world lies far below,
Its final end is set to show.
With smug airs, the untouchables —
The apocalypse now looms and howls.
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*******
******* block the light —
Swarm like rats in night.
They crush the free,
Breed misery.
CowID’s proof —
Lies turn truth.
Worse to come —
World goes numb.
Below the pit —
Final hit.
Fiends advance —
End’s grim dance.
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Dunce Lost in the World's ***
To be a dunce is sometimes good —
Less lies, less falsehood understood.
Less strain upon your weary mind
In wild chaos of mankind.
Bold lies strike — the fiend’s attack,
A world gone mad, crushed and cracked.
If you rejoice in what you’ve found,
You’re not lost deep in hellbound.
The world’s *** favors only those —
The geeks, the fiends, the morose.
A twisted lie is fed their soul —
“Consciousness” trapped in a lying hole.
No ocean in that world’s dark ***,
But fakes and rot amassed en masse.
Fate’s grim forecast: the Proctologist
Will burn the waste, the ceaseless mist.
Only he may now be God —
Decay where reason’s flame is trod.
A mind extinguished, bound to burn,
No hope but ashes to return.
To be a dunce — that’s not so bad:
Less madness shared, less fear to add.
If brave enough, you’ll break away,
Touch sparks of Spirit’s brighter ray.
Clarity and Beauty shine
Far beyond that stench and slime.
In the world’s ***, if sense remains,
You faint beneath the media’s stains.
Fall into filth — the trap is set,
Prey for fiends, your doom is met.
To be a dunce is sometimes right —
Less ignorance, less blind fight.
If on the path of Spirit’s light,
Even one drop of foresight
Can lead you from the endless dark —
Out of the world’s foul, broken heart.
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Ignoramus in the World’s ***
To be a ******* — sometimes fine:
Less lies, less ******* in your mind.
Less strain in this mad global fight
Where cunning liars ***** the light.
The fiendish world beats down, corrupts,
Drowning truth in filth and ruts.
If you’re glad just to find your own,
You ain’t stuck deep in Satan’s throne.
The world’s *** breeds the dumb and vile —
Geek fiends grinning all the while.
A crooked lie’s their wicked creed —
“Consciousness”? Just fake ****.
No ocean lives inside that pit,
Just rotten fakes in endless grit.
The Proctologist’s wrath will come —
Burn the filth, reduce to ****.
Only he can be the god
Of rot and death where reason’s flawed.
The mind’s snuffed out, just ashes wait —
The grim end of a cursed fate.
So be a ******* if you dare —
Less madness, less poisoned air.
If you’re brave enough to break these chains,
You’ll find Spirit’s spark remains.
Clear light and beauty far beyond
The stench where all the vultures throng.
If senses hold inside that ***,
You’ll black out from the media’s mass.
You’ll drown in ****, you’ll sink, you’ll rot —
Prey for beasts who want your spot.
To be a ******* — better true,
Than drinking lies that **** you through.
If you seek the Spirit’s way,
And catch one drop of foresight’s ray —
Then **** this world’s sick, stinking mess:
Rise up and burn out all the cess!
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Step by step, full strain — no way
To climb the peak — those fiends’ flags sway.
Atop that summit, crush them all —
Or else yourself become their thrall.
Remember well the price you pay:
Your health, your head may not hold sway.
That “peak” — it’s just a bottom’s lie,
Where cow-like patience lets it die.
To hold your ground up on that height,
You fight hard — don’t lose the fight.
Grab every piece, and shove them down,
Boot every ******* off their crown.
Tear down their banners, blow away
That rotten summit — burn, don’t stay!
Fools won’t grasp it — drunk and full,
Their greed ignites a fire cruel.
They sit in dark holes, blind with greed,
The fiends crave heights, their twisted need.
Gather all the traitors there,
And burn ’em down in blazing flare?
No, not so. The Spirits plan
To burn the rot from sea to land.
The world’s a herd of fools, too blind
For cunning minds of thoughtful kind.
Destroy the summit, burn the dens —
From masters down to slavish hens.
Free Earth from all the vile decay —
No other way, no other way.
For fiends unite in foul accord,
And madness reigns where they are lord.
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Incantations
To coin a new vile term,
And cram in nonsense firm,
That dulls the mind, the soul’s decay —
The devil’s games with us at play.
A living hell it’ll be —
The wicked’s strategy,
A cunning sorcery
On humankind’s misery.
These spells repeat again —
Send sheep to slaughter’s den.
You raze the towns and lands,
With tricks devised by fiends’ hands.
A soothing sound they feign,
To drive the fools insane.
Their lies don’t hide the curse —
In “care” for slaves, they’re worse.
You’ll slay so many souls,
Destroying all controls.
Not peace remains, but dust,
Fragments of shattered trust.
Not people — walking shells,
Madness in their cells.
Souls sold for empty days,
Lost in the dark malaise.
Few wise remain alive,
Few spirits still survive.
The world’s a madhouse grim —
Revenge of fiends on him.
Madness rules the inhuman,
Traitors fill the legions.
Stupid Judas minions
Feast on dung regions.
Dung dressed up as good,
Judas a “patriot” stood.
Soon “scientists” they’ll claim —
Idiots stoked by fame.
Defoliants as proof,
Poisons killing leaf and root.
“Great minds” conceived the blight —
Filthy worms in dark night.
Another name for fiends,
“Scientific” schemes.
They bind the mind and soul,
Under their wicked control.
Don’t heed these *******’ lies —
They’ll bring your ruin nigh.
If fooled, no hope you’ll find —
Beware! Protect your mind!
Believe in nothing here,
Test all you see and hear.
Trust only what you own —
Your mind’s true power alone!
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Soviet Reading
A mountain of Soviet print—
Chains of total servitude.
For the wise, the soul’s slow death,
Reading crap the dull crowd brewed.
You were just a body then,
Building “communism” blind.
What cared those freaks for souls?
Soviet fascism’s grind.
It worked to crush all freedom,
A mere dream, no fresh breath.
Only freaks were born and bred
From that vile literary death.
Science of man, spirituality,
Esoterics banned from fun —
For these, the vile fascists’ hate
Was never to be undone.
You’d always be one-sided —
Builder of false “heights” and lies,
But if you dig a little deep,
The snitch sells out your guise.
No talk of “freedom” needed,
Where “people” gorged and roamed.
Mental freaks breed freaks,
Books tossed — to burn or throw.
In fire, in latrines, wrappers —
That’s the fate for such “read”.
Brutal, sly censorship
Ruled hell with iron stead.
To read Mandelstam now,
Whom fascists killed unfair,
Is near impossible — what shame,
Such silence, such despair!
Some basics should be printed,
To keep the Spirit alive.
Only mental excrement —
Should never be read or thrived.
Nothing worse for humans—
Hell’s living incarnation,
Just clownish fools to fiends,
Or ****’s own recreation.
Exceptions always happen —
But one must plainly say,
There was nothing worth the read,
To keep the truth at bay.
Yet some were published still —
Only found in public stacks.
Soviet lies to the West,
Excuses in false flacks.
Small print runs, just for show —
Proof of schemes with planned deceit.
That fascism showed no mercy
To those awake and on their feet.
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The Fall
This is no life — a plunge into the Abyss,
Consciousness’ content — confusion, haze,
If soberly you try to analyze,
And view the Hell in all its ways.
When falling fast, you seek some grip,
To hold on to at least a thread.
Here helps the madness taught since youth —
A leash that drags you to the Dead.
That madness turns all into fools —
Only few can still survive.
But madness promises an easy path —
Just bow to Lies, let Evil thrive.
If while you fall you clutch a shard —
An illusion, fragile, bright,
But from the chaos grows the snare:
You sink in filth, lost from the light.
The rings of madness stretch and grow,
And make a fool who’ll blindly bend.
He’ll trust it all, and bow before
The Evil that will never end.
Delusions fill a life entire,
If caught inside that poisoned trap.
The soul’s cut down, a stinking slime
That grows and swells, no turning back.
Madness deepens, cannot heal —
The world’s become a madhouse lost.
And crushing Consciousness is now
The cruel price, the greatest cost.
Yet soullessness is even worse —
For soulless beasts are what they crave,
The monsters feeding darkness strong,
That poison souls, the mind enslave.
They rule by lies, a total script —
To **** you with deceit each day.
A fake virus, war, and famine —
Their tools to lead you all astray.
Fear and madness, soulless fiends,
Flow in endless cruel waves.
The fog is thick — that false abyss
Has spread beyond what reason saves.
This world’s a trap for minds awake.
You must seek ways to break the chain.
Look boldly on the lies you hear,
And stop deceiving your own brain.
No lie can save you from this hell —
That’s all this poem’s trying to say.
You’re trapped within the madman’s den,
Only Spirit shows the way.
The Spirit’s Inner — cease to trust
In myths and messiahs’ tales.
If Spirit dies within mankind —
All fades to dark, and all then fails.
Reject it all — go deep within,
Find answers there to end the pain.
Our song’s not sung, the fight’s not done —
So wake from madness’ heavy chain!
You are the Spirit’s true essence —
The rest is nonsense forced upon.
Begin with this pure knowing now —
And let awareness lead you on...
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Modeling
Unchecked "facts" and gullible fools —
Fake diseases, staged attacks,
They mold, they shape the masses’ roles,
Sculpting lies into their cracks.
And “sculptor” — devil horned and grim,
With wicked minions, vile and base,
For ages churns the falsehood’s brim,
Pushed by pseudoscience’s disgrace.
That lie they feed to “people” dumb,
Dulling minds with every breath.
The wise are lice upon a plate —
As if their efforts mean no heft.
There’s censorship and violent force,
The brazen roar of propaganda’s howl.
The Spirit’s power feels so lost —
To be yourself’s a sacred trial.
You are the Spirit’s very core,
Rejecting Hell’s corrupt facade.
But herds grow dense, they crowd the floor,
Driven to slaughter by the fraud.
That fraud, a soulless fiend, untrue —
Not crowds but herds they shepherd on.
They count the sheep, not bodies few,
With ease the trap is set and drawn.
Those pens called “countries” — herding grounds,
Presidents as shepherds stand.
The rotten fascism’s orders bound,
While fools obey the tyrant’s hand.
Their skills are only theft and lies,
To shrink the haystack, poison streams.
Their hounds of cops bite all who rise,
Against the flock that bleats in dreams.
The scavenger, the vet of herds,
Rules cruelly o’er these hopeless crowds.
To cull the flocks by ruthless words,
While profit feeds the sculptor’s shrouds.
Their fuel is fear — the sculptor’s bread,
Few there resist the rotten stain.
This world’s not living — stinking dead,
A heap of ashes, dust and pain.
To dust returns the dust — the slaves
Of evil follow down the path.
Souls lost, mere bodies fill the graves,
No trace remains of mind or wrath.
The box that shows “Animal World”
Runs round the clock without a pause.
In this Bedlam’s foul swirl
No life endures without a cause.
Only moo and bleat remain,
Obedience, betrayal’s dance.
Betrayal’s work is all too plain —
A cursed job, ****** circumstance.
Now ashes burn — the end’s begun,
The Sun blazes, death’s refrain.
Decay has reached its peak, its sun —
Roast harder, till there’s naught to gain!
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Modeling
Fools believe fake “facts” and lies,
Sculpted by devils, horns and all.
The world’s a pen of cursed herds,
Where shepherd fiends command the fall.
Fear feeds the beast who cuts the flock,
Cops bite those who dare to stray.
Souls are dust, minds crushed and locked —
This world decays, rots away.
TV screams “Animal World” —
A circus of dumb obedience.
Only bleat, obey, betray —
The devil’s tool, mankind’s sentence.
Ashes burn, the end is near,
Sun scorches all that’s left to rot.
Rise, Spirit, shake off the fear —
Or drown in this hellish spot.
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Modeling
False “facts” and fools’ naïve belief,
Crafted by devils, horns and hate.
This world’s a pen for cursed herds,
Where wicked shepherds seal our fate.
Fear feeds the beasts who shear the flock,
Cops bite down on those who stray.
Souls turned to dust, minds locked in chains—
Decay devours all away.
TV blares “Animal World” loud,
A circus of blind obedience.
Only bleat, obey, betray—
A hellish, mindless sentence.
Ashes fall, the end draws near,
The sun scorches all that’s left to rot.
Awake, O Spirit, shed your fear—
Or drown in this infernal spot.
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Modeling
Unproven “facts” and fools’ blind trust,
False sickness, terror crafted well,
By demons with their twisted horns,
Who make the minds of mortals hell.
The wicked mold the masses’ thoughts,
With lies that stretch through endless years.
The darkened science, twisted lore,
Feeds fear and stokes the crowd’s worst fears.
This world a cage for docile sheep,
Where shepherds herd with ruthless hand.
The beasts who bite, who guard the fold,
The hired dogs that rule the land.
They bite the ones who break away,
Who dare to bleat a different song.
The veterinarian’s hand is cruel,
To cull the herd, to keep control strong.
The sheep grow thinner, weaker still,
While those who shape the game grow fat.
Their power feeds on fear and lies,
A filthy, stinking, vile combat.
The “Animal World” on every screen,
Feeds numb obedience and pain.
No room for thought, no space for soul,
Just blind submission’s cruel chain.
But ashes fall, the end’s begun,
Decay scorches all rotten core.
The blazing sun burns ever bright—
Awake, O Spirit! Rise once more!
Resist the dark, reject the lies,
Break free from cages made of dread.
For only in your inner light
Can hope survive, can soul be fed.
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The Role Moth
Since childhood’s games of make-believe —
“Who do you want to be?” they ask —
Decay’s the tool beneath those dreams,
But your true task’s to craft, to last.
You are Creator’s tiny spark —
Not firefighter, cop, or pawn.
So many roles conceal the dark,
It’s easy for the soul to yawn,
To miss the moment of the shift,
When all you are is just a part —
A moth that rose in rebel drift,
A “role moth” tearing Nature’s heart.
The Spirit dwells inside the flesh,
The base from which all life is spun.
But roles are chains that only mesh
With souls turned dead — the pig undone.
Each role-moth’s essence stinks of swine,
A twisted peak of earthly grime —
Yet spirit sees, if worlds decline,
The madness of a fallen time.
This ruin is a mind unhinged,
Logic’s cold and hollow throne,
Spirit lost, and thus avenged
By soulless crap that chills the bone.
That soulless mob now rules the day,
And all “politicians” play
Their part on stage — the devil’s way —
While demons clear the cleric’s sway.
To bow before these freaks is sin,
For Satan’s shadow pulls their strings.
And hence the fascists rule within,
Their foul regime spreads poisoned wings.
Global fascism holds the reins,
All “leaders” crawl beneath its throne.
The clergy praise these dark campaigns —
And smother intellect’s bright bone.
Invisible, the puppet masters,
But fascism shows its face.
Those fiends who push the evil faster,
Drive tragedy with sick embrace.
The fools think times are only tough,
That evil’s force will pass like storm.
But hybrid war burns hot and rough —
The End of Days will soon transform.
The vile **** believe it’s just
A nightmare meant for us alone.
But roles and masks will turn to dust,
And slavery’s cruel chains be thrown.
Their masters fall; no tales, no lies —
A catch of God’s own righteous hand.
Only a few will rise, arise,
While others sink in cursed sand.
This is the Resurrection,
Ascending to the cleric’s realm,
Where Spirit claims the Resurrection —
And Truth once more takes back the helm.
