THE SECRET RITUAL:
Irrespective of the wonderful *** you might have with others, or any ideals you may have about who, when, and where to engage sexually, sometimes the *** that you have with yourself gives you something impossible to achieve with another.

To be specific: what I’m speaking of are the internal mental constructs of performative ****** acts that are unrestricted in the imaginative world, and that one would never be able to consider in real time. Those masturbatory shadows of the deep and deeply ****** that few are able to acknowledge about themselves, and certainly remain unwilling to talk about with someone they maybe intimate with, for fear of its destructive impact on the relationship.

A shape of language
for the secrets of the body
for the secrets of the mind
in the flow of matter
physical and etheric
cyber chronicles of ambulated hunger
the cult of the body.

YOUR SEXULITY IS SACRED TO YOU, NOT SACRED FROM YOU:

Obviously moral sensibilities and the limits of temporal life dictate what we may do. We may be imaginative, bizarre, freaky and incredibly *****, but we are not crazy, at least not all of us, yet that doesn’t mean those shadowy ****** denizens of the deep don’t bathe in the great fathoms of our respective subconscious abyss.

My darkest desires
bloodletting streams
are a kind of ******
fetishy cognitive inventory
malformed denizens
of the subconscious.

THE PARAPHILIAS:
“Paraphilia is the experience of intense ****** arousal to atypical objects, situations, fantasies, behaviors, or individuals.”
Current data supports that about one out of every 6 people, irrespective of gender or ****** preference, experience some kind of paraphilia.
Here is a list of paraphilias that is a focus of ****** interest:

Andromimetophilia: Trans men.
Anililagnia: Attraction by young men to older women.
Anthropophagolagnia: ****** and then cannibalizing another person.

Anthropophagy: Ingesting human flesh.
Apotemnophilia: Being an amputee.
Asphyxiophilia: Being asphyxiated or strangled.
Attraction to disability: People with one or more physical disabilities.
Autagonistophilia: Being on stage or on camera.
Autassassinophilia: Being in life-threatening situations.
******* asphyxiation: Self-induced asphyxiation, sometimes to the point of near unconsciousness.
Autogynephilia: ****** arousal of a biological male in response to the image of himself as female.
Auto-haemofetishism: Bleeding oneself (does not involve ingestion of blood). Type of autovampirism. [contradictory]
Autonepiophilia: The image of one’s self in the form of an infant.
Autopedophilia: The image of one’s self in the form of a child.
Autoplushophilia: The image of one’s self in the form of a plush or anthropomorphized animal.
Autovampirism/Vampirism: The image of one’s self in the form of a vampire. Involves ingesting or seeing one’s own blood.
Autozoophilia: The image of one’s self in the form of an animal or anthropomorphized animal.
Biastophilia/Raptophilia: ****** a person, possibly consensual **** fantasy.
Capnolagnia: Smoking.
Chremastistophilia: Being robbed or held up.
Chronophilia: Partners of a widely differing chronological age.
*******: Feces; also known as ****, scatophilia or fecophilia.
Coulrophilia: Clowns, jesters, and mimes.
Crurophilia: Legs.
Dacryphilia: Tears or crying.
Diaper fetishism: Diapers; considerable overlap with paraphilic infantilism.
*******: Trees.
Emetophilia: *****.
Eproctophilia: Flatulence.
****** asphyxiation: Asphyxia of oneself or others.
Erotophonophilia: ******, often of strangers (also known as dacnolagnomania).
Exhibitionism: Exposing one’s genitals to unsuspecting and nonconsenting others.
Feederism: Eating, feeding, and weight gain.
Formicophilia: Being crawled on by insects.
Forniphilia: Turning a human being into a piece of furniture.
Frotteurism: Rubbing against a non-consenting person.
Gerontophilia: Elderly people.
Gynandromorphophilia, Gynemimetophilia: Transgender women.
Hematolagnia: Drinking or looking at blood.
Heterophilia: Idealization of heterosexuality and/or people who are “straight-acting”, especially by non-heterosexual people.
Hoplophilia: Firearms, guns.
Hybristophilia: Criminals, particularly those who committed cruel or outrageous crimes.
Infantophilia: ******* with a focus on children less than five years old; a recently suggested term that is not in general use.
Kleptophilia: Stealing; also known as kleptolagnia.
Klismaphilia: Enemas, arousal and enjoyment in receiving, administering, or both.
Lactophilia: Breast milk.
Liquidophilia: Immersing genitals in liquids.
Macrophilia: Giant beings; the imagined growth of beings.
Maschalagnia: Armpits.
Mazophilia: Female *******.
Masochism: Suffering or humiliation; being beaten, bound or otherwise abused.
Maiesiophilia: Pregnant women.
Mechanophilia: Cars or other machines; also “mechaphilia.”
Melolagnia: Music.
Menophilia: *******.
Metrophilia: Poetry.
Microphilia: Very small people or small body parts.
Morphophilia: Particular body shapes or sizes.
Mucophilia: Mucus.
Mysophilia: Dirtiness, soiled or decaying things.
Narratophilia: Obscene words.
Nasophilia: Noses.
Navel fetishism: Navel.
Necrophilia: Corpses.
Objectophilia: Specific inanimate objects.
Oculophilia: Eyes and activities directly relating to and/or involving the eyes. Voyeurism does not meet classification for this term.
Odaxelagnia: Biting or being bitten.
Olfactophilia: Smells and odors emanating from the body, especially the ****** areas (as from breath, *****, feces, flatulence, etc.).
*******: Arousal from having a full bladder and/or wetting oneself, or from seeing someone else experiencing a full bladder and/or wetting themself.
Paraphilic infantilism: Dressing or being treated like a baby, also known as autonepiophilia or “adult baby syndrome”; considerable overlap with diaper fetishism.
Partialism: Specific, non-genital body parts.
*******: Prepubescent children, also spelled paedophilia.
Peodeiktophilia: Exposing one’s *****.
Pedovestism: Dressing like a child.
Podophilia: Feet.
Pictophilia: ******* or ****** art, particularly pictures.
Piquerism: Piercing the flesh of another person, most commonly by stabbing or cutting the body with sharp objects.
Plushophilia: Stuffed toy animals (“plushies”).
Pygophilia: Buttocks.
Salirophilia: Soiling or dirtying others.
****** fetishism: Non-living objects.
****** sadism: Inflicting pain on others.
Shoe fetishism: Shoes, such as high heels.
Somnophilia: Sleeping or unconscious people.
Sophophilia: Learning.
Sthenolagnia: Muscles and displays of strength.
Stigmatophilia: Body piercings and tattoos.
Symphorophilia: Witnessing or staging disasters such as car accidents.

Telephone scatologia: Obscene phone calls, particularly to strangers; also known as telephonicophilia and scatophiliac.
Teratophilia: Deformed or monstrous people. The term is also sometimes used in a more literal sense (from ancient Greek τέρας, teras, meaning monster) for attraction to monstrous mythical and fictional creatures such as werewolves.
Toucherism: Touching an unsuspecting, non-consenting person with the hand.
Toxophilia: Archery.
Transvestic fetishism: Wearing clothes associated with the opposite ***; also known as transvestism.
Transvestophilia: A transvestic ****** partner.
Trichophilia: Hair.
Troilism: Observing one’s partner engaged in ****** activities with another person.
Urolagnia: Urination, particularly in public, on others, and/or being urinated on. Also referred to as “water sports”.
*******: The idea of one person or creature eating or being eaten by another; usually swallowed whole, in one piece; also known as vore.
Voyeurism: Watching others while naked or having ***, generally without their knowledge; also known as scopophilia or scoptophilia.
Wet and messy fetishism: Messy situations, including, but not limited to, being pied, slimed or covered in mud.
*******: Animals.
Zoosadism: Inflicting pain on animals, or seeing animals in pain.
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A REAL-LIFE PROFILE OF A WOMAN ACUTELY AWARE OF HER DARK FETISHY SIDE
Primary Fantasy: Dehumanization, objectification. I love the idea of being kidnapped and converted into meat.
(Fantasy obviously!!)
I also enjoy preservation, taxidermy, dollification, weird stuff like that!
Other Fetish Interests:
Hucow
Medical
Lab scenes
Necro
Morgue
Hanging
Lethal injection

MAKE THE UNCONSCIOUS CONSCIOUS:
There is much written in-depth psychology about ****** pathologies caused by repressed or shadowy disowned parts of ourselves and how those neglected forces may determine unwanted fate. Shame and self-deception is not our friend. Know yourself.

Pleasure is so close to ruinous waste
nakedness wrecks decency
degradation feeds the bonfire of hunger
and the wound of desire bleeds away within

leave nothing
but the bleeding edge
ruin me she said.
~
Beyond hearts mastery
hullabaloo crime scenes
like night jungles
of tooth and claw
in corridors of neuron ghosts
while **** licking succubae
*** livid pornographic hieroglyphs
fed by the dreaded
excesses of testosterone
towards some ruined
blood spotted
hanky-panky *******
just to remind me of you
and how it hurt just so
and how you loved me for it
whoever you are.
....
https://medium.com/@4zebra2u/the-secret-***-life-we-keep-from-our-selves-7f227dbc6c4a

the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty
you people surrender your minds so easily
they dumb you down and you know it
they dumb you down and you let them
but it wasn’t exactly coercion either
basically the truth is we have many souls
most of them severe critics to be evaded
where they came from nobody knows
at the dawn of time a single drop of blood
fell on Mother Nature's pouting lips
then and there she was hooked forever
on the prodigality of infinite misuse
a million wasted ***** is no way to live
each one a potential productive manikin
random selection had done its worse
evil had survived the millennia just fine
well what any breathing human knows
is they can always do better next time
the point here is to insure a next time
it appeared that the world had been flushed
down the great stinking ***** pipe again
the old school mutates into the new school
goodbye old school
you have tried to become a national holiday
that no one feels the necessity to celebrate
needless to say the faculty weren't listening
and caroused down the lane into the woods
but it was too late for regret anyhow
the old school had initiated him
into the Clan of the Goat Poet
he sees where his next thought comes from
everything filled with clues is a clue itself
blindness is the human condition
idiocy is the subhuman condition
infantilism is the transhuman condition
anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him
needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque
on a need to know basis so it was OK
I agree a cheap eruption of demagoguery
but you can't be free by hiding in a mirror
also I've been getting complaints
about vestigial blandness lately
my lawyers ****** & Bludgeon
had counseled caution in all things
so I lapsed into a 5 year walking coma
nothing to do but leave on the right note
with a casual wave and a simple **** it
in case you were wondering
everything is the way it is
so it would be believable

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

Totality escapes beneath me, all that I’ve left unexplored collapses unto me.

Triggered, by self centered inundation, I might as well be gone.

For what do I provide the collective? But neglect and self indulgent plunder.

Relive this aeonic cage, cyclic and persistent. Yet each existence we reach a new peak.

So benevolent, and elegant. I need to relive samsara to fill my void.

Be meaningful to others. Because I do not matter, what I do matters.

Momentarily, this escapes me, shameful and foolish, I must regain such tonic insight.

It combats my abysmal fear of inconsequentiality.

I’ve reflected in infantilism, however I think I’ve found what guides us to actualization.

At least myself anyway, I need to mean something to others.

I need to teach and learn from my peers, whom I overlook as of now.

How myopic and repugnant. White from shame I apologize to those who’d listen.

I open my arms to all. Let me help, show me how to help.

the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty
you people surrender your minds so easily
they dumb you down and you know it
they dumb you down and you let them
but it wasn’t exactly coercion either
basically the truth is we have many souls
most of them severe critics to be evaded
where they came from nobody knows
at the dawn of time a single drop of blood
fell on Mother Nature's pouting lips
then and there she was hooked forever
on the prodigality of infinite missuse
a million wasted ***** is no way to live
each one a potential productive manikin
random selection had done its worse
evil had survived the millennia just fine
well what any breathing human knows
is they can always do better next time
the point here is to insure a next time
it appeared that the world had been flushed
down the great stinking ***** pipe again
the old school mutates into the new school
goodbye old school
you have tried to become a national holiday
that no one feels the necessity to celebrate
needless to say the faculty weren't listening
and caroused down the lane into the woods
but it was too late for regret anyhow
the old school had initiated him
into the Clan of the Goat Poet
he sees where his next thought comes from
everything filled with clues is a clue itself
blindness is the human condition
idiocy is the subhuman condition
infantilism is the transhuman condition
anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him
needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque
on a need to know basis so it was OK
I agree a cheap eruption of demagoguery
but you can't be free by hiding in a mirror
also I've been getting complaints
about vestigial blandness lately
my lawyers ****** & Bludgeon
had counseled caution in all things
so I lapsed into a 5 year walking coma
nothing to do but leave on the right note
with a casual wave and a simple **** it
in case you were wondering
everything is the way it is
so it would be believable

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

being treated for fructose spasms
during one of the last movies on Earth
after the great Enema of 2020
when the heaters were on high
the Emergency Dock crew were called in
but his claims were all backed up
by the logic of chimes and daggers
as he went chatty and personal
diving from couch to chair
on a sponge mop broomstick
the room remained a mess
but the leaps were longer
what but imagination is boundless
so he stamped and splashed singing
through the sewers of ideology
made all my dynamos hum again
thanks to the exponential growth rate
of an adequate knowledge base
but then contemplating death
can make you crazy enough
to assassinate your biology instructor
a prized quality among the really sage
and their many colored appendages
we all know more than we let on
it's a conspiracy of noise and silence
attained through bribery and deceit
where substitutions screech and skid
where sugar cane machetes dance in the rain
and the Moon weeps with a broken heart
made me write on her blackboard 100 times
cognition is not possession
until his soul jumped out his eyeballs
with their lures and scuffles
but then it is in fact a nasty game
played by hungry cartoon caricatures
tricking children out of their candy
where every day and night is Halloween
until the euphoric chameleons
in a ****** garden of delight
of decadence infantilism and sleep
whistle through their nose hairs
beauty is tenuous who is to protect her
awaken her choirs bloom her lilacs
and cascading rainbow tresses
and panting mammaries and
oh **** me dead then where was I
the suction had his mind in a spin
with each gust of wind his forehead
began its evocative dans mort
don't try this at home kids
just kidding its OK to pantomime
ancient actors before their campfire
as you can well imagine

From "Pageant of Naked Mischief" available on Amazon

the numbers were in and it didn't look pretty
you people surrender your minds so easily
they dumb you down and you know it
they dumb you down and you let them
but it wasn’t exactly coercion either
basically the truth is we have many souls
most of them severe critics to be evaded
where they came from nobody knows
at the dawn of time a single drop of blood
fell on Mother Nature's pouting lips
then and there she was hooked forever
on the prodigality of infinite missuse
a million wasted ***** is no way to live
each one a potential productive manikin
random selection had done its worse
evil had survived the millennia just fine
well what any breathing human knows
is they can always do better next time
the point here is to insure a next time
it appeared that the world had been flushed
down the great stinking ***** pipe again
the old school mutates into the new school
goodbye old school
you have tried to become a national holiday
that no one feels the necessity to celebrate
needless to say the faculty weren't listening
and caroused down the lane into the woods
but it was too late for regret anyhow
the old school had initiated him
into the Clan of the Goat Poet
he sees where his next thought comes from
everything filled with clues is a clue itself
blindness is the human condition
idiocy is the subhuman condition
infantilism is the transhuman condition
anthropomorphism is the...somebody stop him
needless to say he dabbled in the grotesque
on a need to know basis so it was OK
I agree a cheap eruption of demagoguery
but you can't be free by hiding in a mirror
also I've been getting complaints
about vestigial blandness lately
my lawyers ****** & Bludgeon
had counseled caution in all things
so I lapsed into a 5 year walking coma
nothing to do but leave on the right note
with a casual wave and a simple **** it
in case you were wondering
everything is the way it is
so it would be believable

From "Engine of Didactic Beauty" available on Amazon

Righteous Wrath

The wrath that rises, fierce and bright,
Burns the Darkness from the mind —
From their “tree of knowing” blight
And the chaos left behind.

Since your childhood they’ve been shoving
All their filth into your head,
Just to break the will of thinking —
Till your inner voice is dead.

Once it’s gone, you swallow blindly
All their dogmas, call them “thought.”
Genius chokes — not accidentally,
Slime was bred and slime was taught.

It now spreads across the nations,
Feeds on minds like savage yeast —
Just a trap with fake salvation,
Free cheese — for the PRISON feast.

Exceptions? Rare. And that’s the glue
That holds the grand deceit intact.
Slime and chaos shape the stew
Where dumb sheep are bred in fact.

Madness reigns. The world’s infected.
Not with people — but with herds.
And the sparks of mind — neglected,
Crushed by ever-darkening words.

But righteous wrath restores the balance:
Mind beneath the Spirit’s flame.
Left or right? That’s sold-out malice.
Only fools play in that game.



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1.
Righteous rage will clear the brain —
Slime and dogmas die in flame.

2.
Free cheese breeds the prison herd.
**** the lie. Unchain the word.

3.
Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.

4.
Chaos fed you since the crib —
Now you’re nothing but a script.

5.
The wrath that burns is pure and just —
Crush the slime. Betray the dust.



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Mind must kneel to Spirit’s call,
Or the herds will eat us all.
Slime will crown the priest of lies —
And the world will rot in guise.



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The Shrinking World in Idiotic Minds

The world is shrinking — now insane,
A schizoid stares with fractured brain.
No need for Darkness to breed swine —
Just flood the world with lies — they’ll dine.

A mass of fools, the walking glitch,
Are now the norm — not some rare twitch.
In this low world of fraud and rot,
The BEASTS reign high. And think? They do not.

Control is grey — dull scheming thread.
The “president” is just brain-dead.
They herd the masses with a meme,
Then drive them into death’s machine.

The slaughter's planned, it’s not a whim,
Just like a city’s building scheme.
First — spread the stench through every screen,
Then — send the sheep to **** and scream.

The “enemy” — a media toy,
Designed for hate, consumed with joy.
They lie with speed, with perfect form —
A flawless, mind-erasing storm.

Stupidity’s industrial.
The media’s the holy hall.
Obey the lie — that’s now divine,
In this World's Decay Asylum shrine.



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1.
Lies now breed the perfect slave —
Marching blind into the grave.

2.
The media builds your "enemy" —
Then sends your kids to butchery.

3.
Obey the lie — adore the screen.
That’s how they wipe your mind clean.

4.
The beast won’t need eugenics now —
Just memes and fear — and you’ll bow.

5.
The idiot's world is sharp and small —
No thoughts allowed. Just march or fall.



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The Swarm

A mesh on the window —
Icon of dread.
The spit of the BEASTS
Can leave you half-dead.

One bite, and you’re fading —
They’re everywhere.
What’s the swarm’s name?
It’s “Judas,” I swear.

Their poison is lies,
Their needles are skilled.
The mob is insane —
And eager to ****.

They've stung you since birth,
These Judases swarm.
No cure on this earth
For filth in that form.

They’re countless — they grow,
Their faces seem meek,
So you won’t feel the blow
Till you’re too weak

To run. And there's nowhere
To hide from the spread:
This madness is airborne —
And all minds are dead.



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1.
They bite with lies, inject with dread —
You smile — and soon, you're brain-dead.

2.
Judas swarms in meek disguise —
Sweet their voice, but poison lies.

3.
No cure for beasts that wear your face —
They smile, then **** without a trace.

4.
Since birth you're stung by Judas flies —
And fed on sweet, infectious lies.

5.
The swarm grows silent, smooth, and slick —
One bite — and thinking makes you sick.



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Out-Goebbeling Goebbels

Big-mouth fools and brainless hacks,
March ahead — no turning back!
Europe rots, but don't you fear —
A New **** Order’s drawing near.

A frail and gutless crowd obeys,
With slavery etched deep in bone.
We need a Führer — cold and crazed —
We love to serve. Just throw us tone.

Lie to us — but make it slick.
Scare us too, and do it quick.
The present stinks, it rots away,
But “Future” shines — a cheap display.

The herd can’t tell it’s bait, not fate,
They chase the trap with fishlike faith.
That "brighter future"? Always fake —
Just meat to lure us to our wraith.

And like a fish, we soon forget —
The hook is past, the bait is set.
The Führerlings rise, big and bold —
All they need? Just lies well told.

So lie! Lie louder, with more bile —
Out-Goebbels Goebbels with your style.
Lie meaner, leaner, make it raw —
Until there’s nothing left but jaw.



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1.
Out-Goebbels him — just lie and yell,
And lead the herd straight back to hell.

2.
Lie smoother. Lie with sharper teeth.
The crowd kneels down — the Führer breathes.

3.
The filth ascends, the thought is gone —
Just lie like hell — and march them on.

4.
"Future" glows — a rotten bait.
The mob forgets. The lies dictate.

5.
The more you lie, the more they cheer.
Truth is dead. The Führer’s near.



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The Shrinking Space of Inner Freedom

Youth — a vast and endless field,
Where thought and fire refused to yield.
The mind was fresh, the spirit wide —
But storms of "life" now start to slide.

The world contracts — the RUTINE grinds in,
And year by year it wraps you thin.
"Be a real man!" they bark and preach —
Forget your dreams. Stay out of reach.

Some fool obsessed with counting cash
Becomes “the man” — a walking trash.
He drops the Light of youth for gain,
And trades his joy for drudge and chain.

There is a line this shrinking draws:
Beyond it — rot and mindless laws.
A shell remains, the core is dead —
Was that what teenhood dreamed and bred?

But worst of all — you will not feel
This tightening grip, this slow-wound seal.
You will not fall — no, that’s too clear.
Just dullness creeping year by year.

And as your world grows small and fake,
The mind clings harder to the ache.
Loud compensation floods your head —
More noise, the more your soul is dead.

A Porsche won’t fix the inward drought
If your own thought has been burned out.
No path expands for those gone numb —
Who traded fire for chewing gum.

Only creation holds the key
To stop this inner mutiny.
There is no horror more obscene
Than daily rot and dumb routine.



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1.
Youth was fire, now it’s rust —
Trapped inside your own lost trust.

2.
The world shrinks, your mind gets tight —
Routine steals your inner light.

3.
No Porsche saves a caged mind’s cry —
Only art can break the lie.

4.
Dullness creeps, your soul’s undone —
Creation fights until it’s won.



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New Year’s Aggravation

“A dwarf was born — the New Year’s child,
A hunchback, wrinkled, ugly, wild,
A gloomy jester, skeptic’s part,
A sage afflicted in his heart.

‘So this is dear God’s shining light?
Where’s the sun? There’s none in sight!
Well, I’m no first to see the show —
No need to spoil my nerves, you know.’”

— Sasha Chorny, 1908


This “New” Year’s psychosis brings
A comfort faint to suffering things —
A world so tired of its rot,
Where ******* cruelty is the lot.

As norm, while purity, reason, truth,
Belong to outcasts — lost in youth.
The others howl in hateful chords:

Fascism frightens, so the horde
Defecates and follows blind,
To wars and “healing” of the mind —
Decay is everywhere defined.

Not long we’ll greet this “New” Year’s call —
Armageddon nears for all.
A punishment for those who broke
The Spirit’s flame — their final yoke.



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1.
New Year’s dwarf, a twisted lie —
No sun will light this poisoned sky.

2.
Fascist fear makes sheep obey —
Decay devours the light away.

3.
Armageddon’s at the door —
For spirits crushed, forevermore.

4.
The world rots, the fools cheer loud —
The New Year’s curse, a choking cloud.



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Slavery in the Gloom

Petty passions, narrow minds,
Crafty tricks of all designs.
Lies surge like a crashing wave —
Ninth wave burying the brave.

Bickering plots and heavy chains,
All within the mind’s dark plains.
Where’s the uprising? None in sight —
Slavery cloaked in shadowed night.

The gloom conceals, the children taught
To dull their minds in “school” for naught.
True Freedom’s thought is wiped away —
They’re trained to chew, obey, obey.

Work for crumbs, stay gray and blind,
Be the drone that won’t unwind.
Preserve your place, don’t stray, don’t think —
In the global camp’s iron clink.

Few resist, but evil’s wall
Blocks all cracks — ideas fall.
Yet the end approaches fast,
If you’ve reached the bottom’s grasp.

Explosion breaks the darkened chain —
Freedom comes through death and pain.
Out with rot, out with decay —
The last fight starts — no more delay.



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1.
Slavery’s chains are forged in mind —
Break the gloom, leave rot behind.

2.
In the camp of global lies,
Only death can free the wise.

3.
Few will rise against the wall,
But the rotten must soon fall.

4.
Darkness binds, but fire will wake —
Freedom burns with every break.



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Childhood and the "Education" Program

A pure, clean slate — defiled and marred,
They crap upon it, cold and hard.
All programs built by hidden foes —
A secret worm that no one knows.

This worm ***** dry the vital juice,
Poisons bodies, dulls the use.
Stupidity timed to arrive —
The child awaits fascist drive.

Freaks made stupid fill the ranks,
The majority that never thanks.
No one left to fight the dark,
Where darkness triumphs, leaves its mark.

The media finishes the job —
Turns the masses into blobs.
Two thirds fools in “people’s” name,
Lost in lies and shallow fame.

Work “for the master” seals the deal,
Dulling minds to numb and kneel.
Three quarters crushed beneath the press —
Non-humans in total stress.

CowID showed who wears the mask —
Fools who serve vile beasts, their task.
Slavery and gloom their fate —
Trapped inside this poisoned state.



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1.
A pure mind smeared and torn apart —
The worm of lies infects the heart.

2.
Fools wear masks and serve the beast —
Slavery’s grip will never cease.

3.
Two thirds fools, one world enslaved —
The program’s done, the herd’s been shaved.

4.
Work for masters, dull your spark —
Become a drone lost in the dark.



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The Mechanisms of Ego

“Grasping mechanisms” —
That’s most minds’ core disease.
The first step down to cretinism —
The triumph of crude ease.

You ****** at anything thrown your way —
But ****’s slipped in so fast.
In all this grasping, soul is lost —
And **** itself will last.

It does not ****, but lets you rot,
With honey-coated lies.
The Spirit’s rot will spread inside —
And very few are wise.

To identify with the “mechanism” —
What Earth calls ego’s reign —
Is to be crushed by matter’s hand:
Your Spirit ground to grain.

Ego and Spirit swing like seesaws —
One rises, one falls below.
From birth, the beasts spit nonsense lies —
From gloom, it’s time to grow.

Introspection helps, though scorned
By pseudo-science cults.
It strengthens resistance to the lies
Sold by corrupted dolts.

Look within for all answers —
But that is not the ego —
That’s Pure Spirit, long forbidden
By Satan’s servile show.

So they shove Freud and twisted tales
To guard the ******’s throne —
To keep the “people” weak and dumb —
Forever silent, alone.



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1.
Ego grasps — the soul decays,
Spirit crushed in dark malaise.

2.
Not the ego, but the Light —
Seek within to win the fight.

3.
They sell Freud’s lies to keep us dumb,
While cretins beat their silent drum.

4.
Ego’s grip is prison bars —
Break free, rise beyond the stars.



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All Is Well!!!

“All is well” — they crave the pill
Of sugary lies that dull the will.
The only trouble’s in the start —
Laziness grips the stagnant heart.

Only in deserts do mirages rise —
But progress? Full of empty lies.
The TV box and press conspire —
The pioneers of zombified mire.

Old pioneers with fading eyes
Are fed new tales — historical lies.
“All is well” — we’ll conquer fear,
And march into a “world so clear.”

Metabolisms fixed, we’ll gorge and thrive —
Training ourselves to “heal” and survive.
We wait in anxious, eager throng —
Each one ready to chomp along.

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“All is well” — the marching call,
In that brave new world for all.
The guard on watch, from his high place,
Shouts freedom’s lie to the enslaved race.



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1.
“All is well!” the liars shout —
While freedom’s flame burns out.

2.
Pills of lies to dull the pain —
Marching blind into the chain.

3.
The guard’s voice cracks the sky —
“All is well!” — enslaved comply.

4.
Mirages feed the lazy mind —
True progress left far behind.



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Burning Bridges

The moment comes — a choice to make:
To cut loose ties, to break or fake.
Removing problems, clearing space —
Testing mind, and Spirit’s grace.

The key is sharp precision’s art —
To forge a path, to not depart.
If something blocks your vital drive,
Burn bridges down — keep dreams alive!

Burning bridges serves us well —
They leak the strength where shadows dwell.
Burn boldly — leave behind the slips
That trap you in your fears and dips.

Through bridges, lies have always passed —
False “news” from courts of shadows cast.
Crowds fell through bridges, one by one,
If you stand firm, you’re not alone.

Few find sense in this world’s grime —
Idiots blinded all the time.
The weight of choices made impress —
When all your power frees to bless.

No longer drained by tangled cords,
Creativity soars towards.



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1.
Burn the bridges — cut the chains,
Break the past, embrace new plains.

2.
No more lies through bridges come —
Burn them down, and beat the drum.

3.
Fear and doubt fall with the flame —
Burn the bridges, shed the shame.

4.
Choose your path — no turning back,
Burn the bridges, clear the track.



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Negentropy

If you stumble —
Rise up higher!
Or you’ll crumble —
Quiet as a shyer.

Energy’s path —
Not just storing.
Burn it up —
The fear’s restoring.

It’ll come back strong —
Negentropy’s fire.
Don’t be a fool —
Find other ways higher,

To multiply the Light
Within your soul,
Expel the madness
That would take control.

From childhood on,
The madness pounds,
Say “NO!” to Darkness —
That’s the only sound.

Soar up where
The climb is steep —
Centuries of work
For the peak to keep.

Rise turns to flight —
In a single spark.
The summit waits —
Reach out through the dark.

One true meaning,
No foolish lies.
Trapped in Hell —
The last fool dies.



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1.
Fall — rise higher, never small.
Negentropy will break your fall.

2.
Burn the fear, ignite the flame —
Light within will stake your claim.

3.
Say “No!” to darkness’ lies —
Fly beyond, where summit lies.

4.
Madness traps the fool in hell —
Only truth can break the spell.



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Mukti (Liberation)

A "Path" with no true way,
"Thoughts" without the Spirit’s sway...
Going to the camp? —
Die, you *******, die today!

The Sun will burn
The madhouse whole —
Every freak will perish,
Dead beyond control.

The light is shining now:
Results for all the ****.
Though they lie like “demigods,”
Their reign is over, done.

To hell with lies,
To hell with fiends!
Mukti’s light will blaze
For subtle beings.

Save your soul:
Fight the Hell,
Don’t despair,
Don’t rot with Hell’s shell.



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1.
Pathless path, no spirit’s light —
Die, foul *******, lose the fight!

2.
Sun will scorch the madhouse vile —
Every freak will die in style.

3.
Lies and fiends will burn away —
Mukti’s light will break the gray.

4.
Save your soul, fight Hell’s decay —
Don’t rot, don’t kneel, don’t fade away.



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Direct Vision

A transmission beyond words or script,
Pure Insight’s truth, no mind’s tight grip.
The end of Reason’s tortured reign,
The needle where the Deathless wane.

Darkness rules the conscious plane,
Fed from childhood, strong its chain.
It spoils our genes, forgetfulness
Drags souls beneath, into distress.

But first attune your “receiver” fine —
Turn on your courage, trust the sign.
To flee the stinking nursery’s grip,
Find kindred spirits — and equip

The means of link, the sacred way.
There’s much to do — no easy sway.
If you give in, all hope is lost —
The fiend and dread will claim their cost.



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1.
Tune your soul, ignite the light —
Escape the dark, begin the fight.

2.
Beyond the mind, pure vision flows —
The path to truth is what you chose.

3.
Darkness binds from earliest days —
Stand firm, resist, break free always.

4.
Give up — and lose to fear and spite.
Fight on — reclaim your inner sight.



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Outsider

Forever strange,
Forever lone —
Such is your road...
But if you’re not
A fool or beast,
You’ll leave behind
This cursed feast —

This hellish plague
Of lies and fear...
If not a ****,
You’ll find it clear:
You’ll leave the town —
A row of sins —
This vile zoo —
Where chaos wins!



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Manifest of the Outsider

You’re always alien — never home,
A stranger walking paths alone.
But if you’re not a fool or fiend,
Escape this plague, this cursed scene.

Leave behind the city’s shame,
Where lies and terror stake their claim.
This vile zoo, this prison’s grip,
Where virtues drown and morals slip.

Refuse the herd, the brutal tide,
Stand firm with truth your only guide.
Break free from chains of rot and pain —
Reclaim your soul, begin again!

The world’s a pit of twisted sins,
But change begins when one begins.
Be that spark — the fire, the sword —
The outsider wielding the Word.



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Fear and Frailty

Chip and Dale rush to aid,
Cipollino’s fired, unafraid.
Among the bipeds — fear and frail,
Those bipeds only wait and wail.

They pray and hope for this to fall,
Satan’s gaze upon them all.
So many fiends, so black and cold,
No gallows enough to hold.

They’d hang them all in courtyards bare,
If fascism burns through despair,
Reducing half the world to dust —
A scorched earth ruled by hate and rust.



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Sophistry

The tool of endless word deceit —
The tongue, so sharp with lies complete.
All tricks refined by Judas’ hand,
By bogus scholars’ cursed band.

The world’s madhouse built so fast,
With "school" as base to dull the past.
The feeble minds are reshaped to fit
A Satan’s plan, a vile writ.

They flood the earth with total lies,
Like cesspools filled with filthy cries.
To **** is easy — just one lie,
Cut off the truth, let freedom die.

The traitor-scholar, clownish fake,
No retreat — forever sold his stake.
Once a whiner, now fascist’s beast,
A fading man, a monster’s feast.

Around, the zombies rule the day,
Few wise remain, soon swept away.
Soon prisons, bombs forgotten be —
A global camp built by fools, you see.



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Manifesto Against Sophistry

Words have been twisted into chains,
Tongues sharpened to spread deceits and pains.
Crafted lies from Judas’ hand,
Built a madhouse across the land.

“Schools” turned minds to empty shells,
Rewired souls into Satan’s spells.
Flooded with lies, a cesspool of rot,
Freedom’s flame crushed, truth forgot.

Traitors in labs and clowns in power,
Forever sold, they rule this hour.
Once weak voices now fascist beasts,
Monsters feeding on reason’s feast.

Zombies swarm where wisdom fades,
A world enslaved in dark charades.
Prisons and bombs soon lost to time —
A global camp built on fools’ crime.

Rise up! Break free from their snare!
Reject the lies, breathe freer air!
Fight the plague of blind deceit —
Or watch the fall of all you meet.



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Democratic Crap-ism

“Benefit” for all the crapocracy,
And petty grassroot “humanism” spree —
Preachers of doom and traitor’s chant,
Injecting Judeo-fascist rant.

They sell it “democratic” — pure trash,
Feeding fools a lying mash.
Tactful dulling of every mind —
So much nonsense, it’s world gone blind.

The globe’s a madhouse pizza place —
Even “Pizza Gate” has found its space!
All lies adorned in cheap disguise,
Fake science fuels this evil rise.

The peak of madness, democratic styled —
******, Goebbels spin, reviled.
Insanity now normal, plain —
Two thirds fools and crazed insane... It’s all in vain.



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Alchemy

Take pauses often in your mind:
Lies and slanders everywhere you find.
Since childhood, reactive, not your own,
Judgments rushed, hyperactive, overblown.

Within yourself, the answers dwell —
If you just pause, break the spell.
You’ll see the freaks, the liars’ play,
Expose the falsehoods, clear the way.

Critical mind and soul’s alchemy —
A direct gaze inside, you see.
It changes all, makes spirits pure,
Your hell’s resistance, strong and sure.



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Manifesto of the Inner Alchemist

Pause — take space within your mind,
Amidst the lies and noise unkind.
From childhood’s grip, reactive chains,
Break free from all the rash refrains.

In stillness lies the deepest truth,
Answers born beyond uncouth.
See through masks of liars’ guise,
Expose the false — unveil the lies.

With critical eye and soul refined,
Alchemy of spirit and mind.
Gaze inward, fierce, direct, and clear,
Transform your hell — no room for fear.

This is your power, your true art,
To forge the soul, to heal the heart.
Rise as the alchemist within,
And let the real true life begin.



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First Encounter

The “lovers” meet — the trade begins,
All hypocrisy, no meeting’s been!
Only images collide —
Of “partner” selves, four sides wide.

“Love’s by ears” — just feeding lies,
Money’s blinded all the skies.
Ego’s strong — can’t love at all,
Mind is weak, vain, doomed to fall.

So enough with love’s fake talk —
Few can walk that honest walk.
Endless repeat of this charade,
Where no one’s more than empty shade.



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Mercantile — Infantile

Mercantile, infantile,
On the Path to Light — be spiritual.
In this world, you’re quite a fool,
While most are beasts, a savage pool.

Don’t grow greed within the pens —
Run away, break free from dens.
Weakness grows where lies are law,
Deception’s rule, the devil’s claw.

Infantilism bred by dumb,
Spirit’s rot — the fiends’ foul sum.
Youth lost in false fog and haze —
A fate for all in dark malaise.

Grown? Is greed your only gain?
If so, you’re just a hollow strain.

Intuition, critic’s eye —
These alone help you fly.
Discard the “self,” that heavy load —
With it, you won’t reach the road.

Pure Spirit cannot stammer,
Nor can Light inflict a hammer.
Stop echoing the lie’s loud bray —
Throw all that wretched trash away.

From childhood’s grasp, it floods your mind,
A filthy storm, the worst mankind.
The false world pounds with endless spite,
Killing pure Spirit’s flickering light.

Forward — bravely inward go,
Let fiends’ grip not reach your soul.
If your critical sense you grow,
Rejecting lies that poison flow.

Though evil strikes in cycles grim,
Monotony will show their whim:
Their efforts primitive and bleak —
Schizophrenia — not thoughts, but freak.



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Manifesto of Awakening

Reject the mercantile, infantile sway —
True spirit walks the Lighted way.
In this world of beasts and lies,
Most are slaves in false disguise.

Don’t nurture greed inside the pen,
Break the chains — be free again!
Where lies rule, the spirit dies,
Deception’s law, the devil’s prize.

Infantilism breeds decay,
Youth lost in fog, led far astray.
If grown, but crave just gain and greed,
You’re hollow, empty — doomed to bleed.

Trust intuition, sharpen mind,
Discard the “self” that drags behind.
Pure Spirit neither stammers nor strikes,
Light cannot wound — but evil spikes.

Silence lies, reject their throng,
Purge the mind of endless wrong.
Though evil cycles come and go,
Monotony reveals their show.

Grow your strength, defy their schemes,
Awake! Break free from poisoned dreams.
Fight with clarity, see their plight —
Resist the darkness, claim the Light!



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Slave’s Collar

The bright “wicked ones” go unseen,
Their minds intact within the night.
The world grows shamed, a tainted scene —
No one will hear your warning fight.

Only media’s deafening call
Leads fools to battle, “healing” schemes.
The fences fall, and crowds will sprawl,
A herd amassed by cruel regimes.

Oppose the media — you’re the fiend
In eyes of fools who can’t discern.
To fools, the slave’s collar’s esteemed —
Like ties at feasts, they’ll spurn and turn.

The slave’s mind’s madness — wild and blind,
Its collar’s name fits to a T.
The fiends don’t dwell in evil’s kind —
Each slave defends their misery.

In sticky fear and senseless drudge,
They think themselves both strong and free.
In lies and darkness, they just trudge —
Like fish within a poisoned sea.

Speak of freedom — fool recoils,
As if you’d drag them to the shore.
Escape is naught within these coils —
The herd of fools is vast, and more.

The proud fools, many in their ranks,
The honest few grow day by day.
The end’s pre-set; no second chance —
The pen of evil closes sway.

Soon will come the final hour,
When fight’s denied, the noose is drawn:
To burn the dark with primal power,
And shatter cages made by dawn.



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Manifesto of the Collar-Breakers

The brightest souls remain unseen,
While night consumes the shameful scene.
The world grows blind, deaf to the cries—
Media chains control the lies.

To stand against the herd’s dull roar,
Marks you a fiend they all deplore.
The slave’s collar, tight and grim,
Binds the mind, enslaves the limb.

Fools defend their prison’s hold,
In fear and darkness, bought and sold.
They think themselves both free and strong,
Yet swim in lies that last so long.

Speak of freedom—meet their scorn,
Escape’s denied, their minds are torn.
The herd is vast, the few grow thin,
The final act will soon begin.

Rise now! Tear the collar’s chain,
Break the silence, end the pain!
Burn the pens of dark deceit—
Claim the light, refuse defeat!



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The End of History

A helpless foe,
With Darkness at your back.
How primitive and low—
To dodge the mental crack,

To side with beasts,
To crush and grind them down,
To **** a world deceived,
And steal the birthright crown.

All rights given at birth,
For every human soul,
Decay has reached its earth—
No war left to control.

War is just a cleanup,
Deceit the cruelest tool,
The sneering, sadistic fraud
That governs every rule.

From childhood, lies uphold
The falsehood’s heavy weight.
No peace, no rest—
From birth to final fate.

Goebbels serves as model clear,
A “pioneer” he stands.
A slave to lies, held dear—
In herds across all lands.

“Pioneer” until death,
Forever on the trail,
Believe the beasts,
And join the herd’s frail wail.

They’ll name the herd with fancy words,
“Great ideas” on command.
But all are lies beneath the surface,
To **** the heart’s command.

The heartless freaks ascend,
The madhouse lifts them high.
This global mob commands,
Where man and beast comply.

Few humans left among the herd—
That’s why the end is near.
This time has come to close the book:
The end of History’s year.



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Manifesto: The End of the Age

The foe is weak — yet Darkness backs their might,
Primitive minds choose to embrace the blight.
They side with beasts to crush and to destroy,
A world enslaved, stripped bare of every joy.

Rights born with us trampled underfoot,
Decay’s deep root, no war left to dispute.
Deceit rules all — the cruelest, coldest art,
A world built on lies, that breaks the human heart.

From childhood fed with lies that never cease,
No rest until the soul’s released.
The masters of deceit parade as guides,
And herd the masses, mindless, dumb, and tied.

They brand the slaves “pioneers” in name,
Trapped in the system’s sickening game.
To follow beasts, to join the hollow herd —
Is to betray the truth with every word.

The heartless rise, insanity their crown,
The few who stand are pushed and beaten down.
This is the hour — the final, closing scene:
The end of History, lost and obscene.

But in this darkness, sparks of truth ignite,
Awake! Resist! Reclaim the sacred Light!
Break every chain, shatter every lie,
Let spirit soar, let freedom multiply!



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Manifesto Battle Cries

Break the chains!
Shatter the lies!
Light the fire —
Watch darkness die!

No more slaves,
No more fools,
Reject the herd,
Destroy their rules!

Awake the mind,
Defy the beast,
From heart to soul —
Let freedom feast!

Tear down the cage,
Burn false control,
Rise from the ashes —
Claim back your soul!

Truth is a sword,
Justice the shield,
Stand unbroken,
Never yield!



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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons on the remote —
Not just TV fare,
People like mere screws afloat,
Money moves the air.

Money drives the scripts,
Propaganda weaves,
Cults and falsehoods in tight grips,
Pseudoscience deceives.

Chasing cash alone —
Money is the fetish,
Fools are ruled by lies well known,
Silent, smooth, and fresh.

Genocide you’ll see,
If you’re no puppet’s pawn,
You’ll hate the evil spree—
Satanism’s dawn!

Monsters hold the remote tight,
Devil writes the plot,
Fascist heroes on the screen’s light,
In hellish scenes they’re caught.

Satanism and fascism
Poison every frame.
Cartoons shove enemas
Into the brain’s domain.

With battle lies they end the tale,
Destroying God’s pure spark,
The ****** of the devil’s veil,
A world grown cold and dark.

Yet in their trance they seek delight,
Consuming lies so deep,
On screen it’s progress, not the blight —
But darkness won’t sleep.

The fairy tale nears its doom—
Disaster’s curtain fall,
By monsters’ wicked, cruel broom,
No happy end at all.



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Satanic Cartoons

Cartoons control the remote,
Money rules, they write the plot.
Lies invade the fool’s dull mind—
Satan’s cult is all they’ve got.

Brainwashed by the devil’s hand,
Fascist tales infect the screen.
Falsehood’s poison spreads like fire—
Killing God’s eternal gleam.

End is near, the tale grows dark,
No more hope, no happy spark.



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Satan’s screen, the devil’s lie,
Cartoons **** what won’t comply.
Falsehood rules, the light will die —
Fight or fade, no alibi!



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Displacement

Displacement’s not so hard to find —
Reject the lies, the falsehoods blind.
Let fiends lie shameless all they will,
But multiply your strength and skill.

Displacement is the very start —
Not just to dance around the hearth.
A way to guard what’s best in you,
To care not for the foolish crew.

For slaves are dull, and most conform,
The path of knowledge, sharp and worn,
Is easier walked alone and pure,
Clear sight will help you to endure.

You’ll see the clouds of madness rise,
Expose the rotten, hateful lies.
Falsehood rules with ruthless hand,
Cain’s deceit burns through the land.

Today they **** with lies, it’s true —
CowID revealed the view.
Displacement’s simple, clear, and plain,
If your own mind still shall remain.

The soulless dead surround us all,
No heart, no thought — a vacant thrall.
SOT — save bodies, not just cries,
Amid the filth where decay lies.

Displacement fights that grim decay,
A battle fierce — we all must pay.
The world brought low, now close to end,
And reckoning will soon descend.

No clouds above — pure darkness reigns,
Complete despair — the madhouse chains.



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Displaced, but not destroyed,
Reject the lies, destroy the void.
Fiends may flood the world with shame,
But clear your mind, resist the game.



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Chemtrails

The "sky" — a reckless myth,
Here Hell walks incarnate.
Above the land — a vulture’s pith?
No, just a sellout’s fate!

The fiends have crushed it all,
Their lies — like "Our Father" spoken.
And what’s the answer? Whining’s call!
Madness left unbroken.

The soul’s replaced by stench and shame,
The mind is killed — no saving.
Too late to curse, too late to blame —
The sky will burn the craving.

That light will burn the madhouse down,
A rotten global lie.
They make a world of cattle drown,
Beneath that poisoned sky.

Lace trails spin across the blue —
The scoundrels feel the ending.
Reflect the light? It’s over, through,
No saving or defending.

The price for killing Spirit’s breath
Is doom — a grim reward.
What’s left? A void, a cult of death,
The servants of the Lord.

Multiply your righteous rage —
The answer to the Hell:
To genocide, lies on the stage,
The foul worldwide smell.

If in your wrath your mind should die —
A sign for skies above:
You’ll move beyond this hellish lie,
To realms of truth and love.



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False Images and Total Lies

Imposed images repeat,
Lies compass fools’ direction.
All is overgrown with cheat —
Reality’s dejection.

We “live” as in a tale,
But Ivan Fool’s unmasked.
In kingdoms where all fail,
Chaos reigns unmasked.

The compass drives to stalls,
Wool grows where minds were free.
Lies flow like spirits’ calls —
Hangover: IDIOCY.

Here work vile cabals,
Crafting memes and stories.
Endless schemes and protocols,
No truth in all their glories.

Screen monkeys feed the news,
While readers face the bars.
Madmen charge with bleating crews,
Soon chaos mars the stars.

Those images — like comics,
A mess without connection.
Made evil for sly gimmicks,
To split the mind’s direction.

Emotions, images —
But thoughts are fully gone.
All turns to madness’ pages —
Disgusting, raging scorn.

In fools’ minds, ******* grows —
Three quarters of the herd.
Add villains who impose
Control through twisted words.

Responsive only to
A slurry false and weak,
Named “ours” by shadow’s crew —
The dumb obey, not speak.

Called “normal,” stupidity
Has plagued the world for long.
They call it “stability,”
“Development” in song.

**** grows by itself, they say,
Yeast added in this mess —
False images, lies betray,
Onward, world, regress!

Build your camps, and seek relief
From darkness falsely sown.
Strive for happiness — but grief
If you’re a microbe grown.

Then joy and bliss decline —
Your pants are full of shame.
Push forward, more in line —
Obey the Devil’s claim!



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False Lies Breed Slaves

Fools are led by lies like dogs,
Images fake, like comic clogs.
Brains cut off, souls split apart —
Total lies enslave the heart.

Truth is crushed, the herd obeys,
Dumb and blind in wicked ways.
World’s a shitshow, rotten core —
Wake the hell up, fight this war!

Camp of liars, breed of slaves,
Darkness rules, the spirit caves.
Rise, resist — don’t feed the beast,
Or you’ll be lost — the devil’s feast!



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The Asylum

Psychopaths, psychopaths —
Countless as the night!
Not just fools, but madness
In a clinic’s blight.

The world’s grown dumb and hollow,
Falsely made that way.
Lies strike like poison arrows —
Woe that won’t decay.

Schizophrenic miasma
Fills the toxic air.
For decay’s success —
Dark forces everywhere.

Poison food, poison water,
Spread the vile deceit,
Watch the world degrade,
Fall broken at your feet.

Cut the bonds, make atomized
A world of selfish fiends —
Hell’s own creatures rise:
Satan reigns supreme.

Psychiatrists forced to tend
What little mind remains.
Satan’s grip grows tighter,
Insanity sustains.

Don’t lose your mind to crowds,
The dumb, the sheep, the slaves,
Become a slave or traitor,
Chained by lies and graves.

Enough madness in this asylum —
Global, wide, and deep.
New wars matter little
When minds are put to sleep.

If not wise with your own head,
You’ll fall to ****’s sharp knives.
To rule the fools —
You must **** the lies.

These weeds grow thick and endless,
Corruption floods the land.
The fiends will drown us all soon
In lies that plague the sand.

Soulless cattle — the mission
Of these fiends and their war.
They fight the Pure Spirit —
Souls the prize they score.

If you don’t see this evil,
And choose not to fight,
You’ll boil like a frog,
Reborn a goat in spite.



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Over the Edge...

******* fools, deceivers above —
All stupid as corks, all ruthless, all shove.
Boldness is bliss, and brains are poison —
Selling out’s the only chosen horizon.

A herd rushes down this track,
Straight to Hell — no turning back.
Fools have wrecked the single lane,
So pour a drink — no sober gain.

This train won’t last, it’s doomed to crash,
The track will blow — into the trash.
Decay’s a story told in lies,
A shitstorm spawned by media’s cries.

You’ll choke on news even en route,
But few awake and bear the truth.
They planned their path — the ****’s a pack,
Herding all like cattle back.

Media’s poison — sarin, gas,
Drives the Spirit out so fast.
Left are shells — scrap or freight,
When lines run out, so runs the fate.

Reason gone, the Spirit crushed,
Herd and cargo — doomed and hushed.
Just need to wipe them all away,
The stench will clear, fresh winds will sway.

Mother Earth chokes on the media’s blight,
The dumb herd lost all will to fight.
Once obedient idiots, now mere cattle,
Few hold Mind and Spirit in battle.

They die like birds in cages small,
Midst dung flies buzzing in their thrall.
Spirit to Spirit, dust to dust,
The edge draws near — betray your trust.

So cast off fear, reject all lies —
This world you’ve outgrown, be wise.
If you thought and fought, stood strong,
Never broke, never sold out wrong.

If Spirit’s honor stayed your guide,
You’ll walk away with soul and pride.



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Negative Selection

Wasted talents crowd like grass in wild woods,
They hype the “speculators,” the pop for the goods.
The world is speculation, a fog, a lie,
What serves decay—support it, amplify.

Reverse selections, dictatorship, genocide,
All hiding in holes while the proven **** lies.
They test you strict—Satan’s grip is tight:
If you hold a spark of God, they’ll drag you down to night.

There you’ll stew in the sewer’s muck,
Till rot consumes you and all is stuck.
Talent’s meant for fighting Evil’s throne,
So talents are crushed—Evil’s seed is sown.

All Satan’s “infants” will back the haze,
That drags the mind deep into a drunken daze.
Corrupt fools spread their stench everywhere,
“Art” decays, while Spirit, Honor, Conscience disappear.

“Science”—a nightmare, pure sham and disgrace,
The story of a land sunk deep in disgrace.
The world’s a prison where traitors reign,
Where talents were born, only torturers remain.

Their pact’s eternal, corruption’s their crown,
These ******* are rotten, no longer humans around.
When all is rotten, maybe new seeds will rise,
But for now, the idiot rattles his chains and lies.

Chains of lies, feeding the total deceit,
They grasp nothing—only illusions repeat.
Only the Spiritual Light has true worth,
Else soulless slaves fall down, falling from birth.

The bottom is pierced; soon all will decay,
The stench is so thick, only fire clears the way.
And the Sun has begun to burn the slaves,
Their masters too—this is what it paves.

Chains piled high—over-slavery, shame, and gloom,
People scurry like mice in holes, embracing their doom.

"Sleep" and moan; nonsense, fear in mind—
The fools, the monsters, they surround.
It’s not about the things they’re blind,
But about how they’ve sold it down.





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Chronicles of the Fall

Anthologies of verse,
When fools decay, so vile, so terse,
If poems mirror their disgrace,
Yet still remember light’s embrace,
The fools will bend, the madness spread—
Wild nonsense, everywhere ahead.



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The Likeness of Food

To let them use you, that's a sin,
A mark so deep, a dreadful thing.
To steal's a lesser crime, they say,
Adultery? Just laugh and play.

The world is built on those we serve,
And from them, all we seek to curve.
But fear the thief who subtly hides,
And turns true friendship into lies.

For bit by bit, they'll tear you down,
Until you can't create, or crown,
To love, to think, to feel, to do —
You’ll be but food, a shell, and through.



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Long Strategy

In art, take heed —
Measure every rare resource,
Shut the door, don't heed
The chaos, stay on course.
No need for haste —
Time's yours to claim.
Don’t seek joy in waste;
Seek not the fool’s fame.

The meaning's clear —
REALIZATION’s key.
The rest’s just cheer,
Or fools’ mockery.





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Under CowID

The lice revealed, with CowID shown,
How fragile is the mind, alone,
In this earthly, fleeting plight.
And far ahead, more grief and fright—
We’re nearly lost, almost gone from sight.



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"Go with the Flow"...

Go with the flow?
Downward, it leads!
Exceptions in
The stench of lies —
Are rare indeed,
For "the flow" is
But decay's own seed.

You’ll drift through filth,
Among the mad,
The twisted ones,
The fools so bad,
In evil's play,
They’ll lead the way.





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Propaganda, or Below the Bottom

A gang of vile propaganda,
Worse than bandits, war’s own plague—
A vicious crew, the Beast’s agenda,
Their minds no longer in the game.

The nonsense they spread drives them mad,
Their days are short, their time is wrecked—
No depths below, no worse they’ve had,
Man can’t imagine worse, I suspect.



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Savage Beasts

In the frenzy of deceit,
Dull and rotten, all they greet—
A pitiful, wretched crowd,
Led by a master, stern and proud.
He leads them all to "cure," no choice,
A slaughter’s call, a deadly voice.
The media’s sting will guide the way,
To rid the fools, as lies hold sway...



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All that was dear has slipped away,
Now fools take center stage today.
The fools are many, vast the sea —
Better madness, wild and free,

Than witness such a vile disgrace.
Not to lose my mind, but face
The insolence in this mad world,
Where Reason’s flag’s been firmly curled.

A few remain, but they don't count,
The “roof” above is full of doubt.
Roof-moving out, an heirloom grand,
A tool for kids to understand:

To live in this decayed domain —
To lie, betray, and bend in vain,
To whine, indulge the Evil's creed,
And sleep through life, without a need.



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"Real Aryans, huh?"

Down the hill the orcs came sliding,
Squads deployed and took their siding.
Seized the farm with savage drive —
"Great BREAKTHROUGH!" blared the TV live.

Once again it screamed with passion:
"Stir the **** in deadly fashion!
Let them charge the front and fall —
DYING NOW'S THE NOBLE CALL!"

Hired guns with paid ambition —
"Heroes of the pure tradition!"
So the screen begins its preaching:
Propaganda’s dark art — reaching.

But the orcs, with eyes so hollow,
Fail to see the trap they follow:
They're the target — that’s the game.
Meat for coins — that's war’s real name.





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Pseudo-Life

Filthy stream in murky motion
Spews through Rot with wild devotion,
Crashes ******* Rocks of Lies,
Scooping **** as trophy prize.

Fragile truth sinks in a minute —
**** won’t help; they’re gladly in it.
Rotten stench burns through the air,
But the stream still rushes there —

Heading straight toward the ending,
No use crying, no defending.
Fools drift on, all bright and cheery —
“Life is fine,” they chant, too weary

To care for more than food and gold —
Blinded minds, corrupted, cold.
Brains long poisoned by the stink,
No one stops or dares to think.

Waking them? Beyond all hoping.
All that’s left is silent coping —
Till, at last, the crowd will cry,
Wail and scream… and wonder why.





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Egocentrism and Infantilism

With iron grip, self-love took hold,
The Psyche bent, the heart went cold.
A planted thought begins to rise —
Now madness dances in the eyes.

Some foreign shard — the shape of vice —
Slipped in, a mask of goats and lies,
A cursed command, a wicked seed
That feeds the Beast, and fans its greed.

This world’s the Goat’s domain entire.
His tool? The Self, in dark attire.
He drives out Spirit, dulls the flame —
Turns all to cattle. That’s his game.

This fascist fog now wraps the land —
A sign we must not fail to stand.
So crush the Judas deep inside —
The foe of Reason, Spirit's pride.

You’ll **** the slave when that is done —
For Judas keeps the chains as one.
And only grown souls break that fate —
It's infants who endure the hate.





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The Simplicity of Herd Control

The coward’s greedy — start with fear,
Then flash some cash to draw him near.
Once he’s drooling at the prize,
You can pump him full of lies.

No resistance, no delay —
Just have the memes lined up to play.
Fake “research,” a graph or two,
If it fails? Just push on through.

Crank the pressure, feed the stress —
Soon the chaos coalesces.
Systems bend, and minds obey
When memes define the game they play.

Fear and greed — the memetic trigger.
Now they’re beasts, not even bigger.
Once you’ve yoked that lump of clay,
Genocide’s just... policy today.

The BEASTS in charge don’t shed a tear.
Their crawling worms obey in fear —
Fools of every shape and breed.
So few left who still bleed... and heed.



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The Blind "Scholar" Blabbermouth

The world-view's shattered into shards —
Each fool locked in his mental yard.
They zoom on crumbs with scholar’s pride,
Then launch a howitzer when they try to generalize.

In monkey hands — the scalpel gleams.
The truth? Not part of their grand schemes.
False science serves another goal:
To strangle thought and cage the soul.

Their "proofs" are tools — for mind control,
Spun carefully to trap us whole.
A web well-woven, smooth and tight,
But where's the spider? Out of sight.

The “scientist” — a blinded pawn,
Drunk on dogma, vision gone.
He cranks out nonsense by the ton —
A blind blabbering babbling don.



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The Law of Large Numbers, or The Slave Majority

Slavery wins — it always thrives
Inside the mind where panic drives.
A stupid brain will fold and flail
The moment fear begins to wail.

Even if the threat is fake,
Just a ghost that nightmares make —
Still they choke and fall in line.
Only few will shout: "Not mine!"

But numbers rule — the world obeys
The darkest herd’s demented ways.
Where madness blooms, the mind grows thin —
And mass delusion always wins.

If you march with them — you're lost.
They’ll drag you down, and that’s the cost.
Step aside. Walk your own thread.
Heart and mind must lead instead.

Let your compass be your flame —
And leave that Bedlam, quit the game.



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Marriage Amid the Madness

A blue-eyed blonde — a perfect dream?
Just a trick from magazine.
In real life, the vows will fray —
Lies and tantrums rule the day.

Endless nagging, petty fights,
Lonely peace brings clearer nights.
There, your heart and mind survive —
In marriage, wars just... multiply.

Rare exceptions, sure, exist —
But love and friendship? Often missed.
Most are slaves, too dull to feel
Anything that's true or real.

They don’t love — they chase a prize,
“Joy” that’s measured in me-size.
Giving? Ha! Just venom spat.
Without some give, there's none of that.



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The Fatality of Infernalism

Orcs. "Plagues." The slaughter. Dark.
In lies so total, cold, and stark,
No honest mind can ever join —
They fight alone, they fight in vain.

If this is true, the end is near.
This world’s a sell-out, drenched in fear.
To the New Hell — but after cleansing,
All the wise will be expunged in ending.



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Deeply Layered Madness Defense

A vicious circle —
The “only friend.”
Or is it madness,
Ringed in the end?

No fresh ideas,
No sense to the schemes.
Around, the Dark
Unravels your dreams.

Break that loop,
Tear the chains.
Stand alone —
With truth that reigns.

That truth — the Soul.
Watch it, slow and deep,
For only it
Escapes the rot we keep.

The world breeds lies,
Hellish in its threads.
Run, run fast —
Before your mind’s dead.



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Vegetables

Only the potato’s truly free,
Lie to the "citizens," let it be,
They'll swallow it — this "freedom" call,
For brainless fools believe it all.

The veggie culture thrives in lies,
Focused on tricks and shallow cries.
Pollen spreads — decay unseen,
They kneel in fear, just blind to mean.



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Sheepish

Their fate is lies, they can't deny,
With rotten brains and empty sighs.
Genocide’s their yo-yo game,
A hellish whirl, it’s all the same.



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Choice? Vyborg or Luga?!
Head beyond — find a friend?
There’s no choice, it’s all pretend,
They led us all through empty trends!

The odds, they calculated well —
That “choice”? Too low, too much to sell!
The only choice? The chains we wear,
Like targets lined up everywhere.

Luga? Who cares — find a girl,
Get drunk, forget the world’s cruel swirl.
And then, don’t forget to drink again —
Forgetting’s just the start of pain...



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Junk and "Meat Storms"

A freak show: stick a needle in,
March to the meat storm, fight to win —
With the Führer, side by side,
For the "values" they can't hide.

At the end? The orcish bliss —
Stacks of cash, they couldn't miss.
On their knees they begged before,
Now they crawl, forevermore.



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Thoughts Are Few, But Deeply Grown

Thoughts are few, but deeply sown —
Irritation’s seeds have grown.
Surrounded by the Judas crowd,
Or fools who sell their souls too loud.

Honest ones, you'll find online,
But even there, truth's hard to find.
For in the net, as everywhere,
Lies are just the usual fare.



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Comics and Clip Culture

An image’s stuck in the mind so tight,
A short text adds to the blinding light.
A fool’s born quick, and he’s all around,
For dumbness is the world’s true ground.

Add a clip — and “progress” shines,
The fools will fill their shallow minds.
From the press, a fool’s unleashed:
A finished idiot — a war at least.

No more need for lies so bold,
Fools can be killed with lies untold.
As CowID showed, it’s not so hard —
Just lie a bit more, and tear apart.



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Spirit

The calm point within the cyclone’s rage
Is not born, and thus it defies
The law of death — a secret stage,
One that fleeting minds can’t realize.

A cool spot in the raging Hell,
It’s yours if you turn on your mind.
Only through this, it will compel
Your soul, leaving the noise behind.

Lying beasts don’t burn with flame,
But howl to spread their fearful shame.
All for that point — to be the one
That rises, leaving dust undone.



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The Stone of Sisyphus

Thoughts grow thin,
The body aches within.
Old age brings sorrow,
When... all you see is horror.

Wisdom's ripped away
In "maturity" — they say.
They roll the Sisyphus stone
Up the hill, all on their own.

But for cash, it's all a joke,
Minds grow dull — they’re bound to choke.
The stone will fall —
The fool’s to blame, after it all.





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Double Führer

Double "Speaker"
Twists the truth,
A blow to the head —
You’re in the tomb, uncouth.



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Phantasmagoria of the Grown Fool

A grown-up fool,
Acting "wise" today.
For him, it’s all simple —
Just don’t challenge what they say:

Blindly obey.
"Everything’s okay" —
Repeat this mantra,
And ignore the dismay.

Except for money —
That’s the highest goal.
In this world of nonsense,
It’s the only "soul."

That "water" pours,
And the madness grows.
If cash is present,
Then no one knows.

The world’s set to fade —
The fool won’t know,
Wait for your paycheck,
And "water" in the snow.



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The Futility of Poetry

Poetry's useless,
And prose is in vain;
Claims are all pointless,
No truth left to sustain.

The media’s engine
Runs on twisted tracks.
But where is the thought
In this darkness that lacks?

It’s hard to find it,
You’ll wear yourself thin.
A writer's a hostage,
Trapped deep within sin.

They’ll spin the garbage,
To dull and decay.
The abyss has been pierced —
Moral rot rules the day.





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"Tragedies" of the ******

The fools' squabbles,
The madman's plight;
Reason goes down,
Like a plague in the night.

Leave the madhouse,
Seek answers within;
With the crowd,
Always "grinning" in sin.



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Evil Genius

A genius can't be kind —
Only darkness nurtures the vile.
History will show, in time,
The super-evil’s cruel style...

The genius is the father of lies,
And it spawns evil’s spawn.
Bribery first, then alibis —
Mass deception leads the pawn.

The fog of illusion blinds the mind,
And lies are skillfully spun.
The evil "science" twists and binds —
It chills the soul, leaves us undone.



--- Total 31 poems. ---

Infantilism

The “culture’s” infantility
Is no random accident—
Halfwits mixed with senility,
Aging fools instead of men.

Where responsibility is gone,
Slavery shows its naked face:
Dictators claim the duty, drawn
To guard their spawn of dumb disgrace.

Half-child minds, forever blind—
Evil rules with such delight.
Only few will dare to find
Doubts, reflections, sharper sight.

Infant herds of twisted creatures
March in columns to their death:
Play at war, inject their features
With cheap poison, falsehood’s breath.

Dumbing down these human wrecks,
Torn within, a broken core—
That’s an industry. To flex
Is to fight, or sink once more

Into weak-mouthed idiocy:
“Infantile” sounds soft and mild,
But the vast collective lunacy
Is the tyrant’s darling child.

And among them swarm the twisted—
Schizoids, psychos, every kind.
Reptiloids, a clique enlisted,
Raise their stakes with ease of mind.

Much intrigue is not required
When two-thirds are simply fools.
Those with brains are worn, expired,
Dragging on by ragged rules.

If the wise don’t stand together,
Doom will come without delay:
Hell on earth, insane forever—
No Kali-yuga need to say.



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1.
Infant herds obey the lie,
Marching cheerful to the die.

2.
Slaves of madness, blind and weak—
Hell is closer than you think.

3.
Halfwit crowds in idiot thrall,
One by one they make us fall.

4.
If the wise don’t rise, unite—
Darkness wins without a fight.



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1.
Infant freaks with vacant eyes,
Begging tyrants for their lies.

2.
Cattle cheer their own demise,
Clapping while the hangman ties.

3.
Dumb deformities in line,
Dream of poison, call it “fine.”

4.
Idiots in endless bands,
Lick the boots that crush their hands.



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1.
Infant slaves —
Graves in waves.

2.
Cattle cheer —
Hell is near.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
Think — or sink.

5.
Unite, or die.



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1.
Infant slaves —
March to graves.

2.
Cattle cheer,
Hell is here.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
No more lies —
Tyrants die.

5.
Think — or sink,
Stand — or shrink.

6.
Blind submission,
Damnation’s mission.

7.
Boots they kiss,
Into abyss.

8.
Madness reigns,
Blood in chains.

9.
Crowds decay,
Truth away.

10.
Slave or free —
Choice is key.

11.
Unite, or fall,
No hope at all.

12.
Rise and fight,
Or lose the night.



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1.
Clap, you sheep —
Die in sleep.

2.
Cheer the lies,
Close your eyes.

3.
Crawl to war,
Beg for more.

4.
Praise the chain,
Love your pain.

5.
Drink the dirt,
Call it “worth.”

6.
Sing your doom,
Fill the tomb.

7.
Bleat with pride,
March and hide.

8.
Kiss the whip,
Enjoy the trip.

9.
Hail the fraud,
Curse your God.

10.
Smile and cheer,
The end is near.



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1. Sheep don’t think — they stink.
2. Idiots clap while they rot.
3. Blind herds make fine meat.
4. Fools love their chains.
5. Slaves beg for whips.
6. Cattle pray to knives.
7. Marching apes applaud decay.
8. Trash adores its tyrant.
9. Weaklings worship mud.
10. Herds howl, masters grin.



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1. Apes in suits clap the whip.
2. Donkeys quote the news with pride.
3. Pigs salute their butcher.
4. Frogs drown, singing hymns.
5. Worms debate about the sky.
6. Monkeys vote for cages.
7. Rats applaud the poison.
8. Sheep brag about the slaughterhouse.
9. Cows cheer at the burning barn.
10. Chickens praise the fox.



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1. #SheepLogic
2. #MarchToSlaughter
3. #ApplaudYourChains
4. #CattleObedience
5. #BlindAndProud
6. #WhipKissers
7. #DumbByChoice
8. #ClapForDecay
9. #SlaveMentality
10. #HellParade
11. #ObeyAndDie
12. #WorshipTheWhip



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1. NO GODS, NO MASTERS.
2. BURN THE THRONE.
3. SLAVES DIE LOUD.
4. THINK — OR CHOKE.
5. YOUR FEAR, THEIR POWER.
6. CHAINS = CHOICE.
7. SILENCE IS BLOOD.
8. HELL IS HERE.
9. OBEY = DECAY.
10. FIGHT BACK, OR ROT.



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1. CHEER FOR CHAINS.
2. LOVE YOUR WHIP.
3. PRAISE THE POISON.
4. HAIL THE HANDCUFF.
5. CLAP FOR ROT.
6. ADMIRE YOUR CAGE.
7. WORSHIP THE FOX.
8. KISS THE BOOT.
9. CHEER THE SLAVE.
10. APPLAUD YOUR GRAVE.



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The Limit of the Fall

Mad slaves have reached
The limit of their fall:
Battle horns have screamed,
Rot spreads over all.

The soul is torn to shreds—
Soullessness rules supreme.
Only the piglet’s squeal
Controls this hellish scheme.

And to make men cattle
Those devils strain and try—
Not just with lies or whips,
But much more rarely die.

Fear of death is needless,
Better than that “life”
Where all the sheep together
Are herded, slime and strife.

This is the stench of propaganda:
Fascist rot in bloom,
Screaming, torn and gurgling—
Total lies consume the room.

Madness overflows,
And slavery chills the soul.
Everything here’s fallen,
Only fire can make it whole.

And there—the Sun begins,
Stronger with every day;
Its Fire will burn alive
The **** who lost their way.

No need to rage at harsh verse,
Who dares to fight? So few…
The chasm where they’ve fallen
Is deep, but something new.

The soul of just a few remains,
Only such can build again;
Those tormented by fate,
Yet never crushed in pain.

Idiots are destroyed,
Evil struck with blitz—
Blitzkriegs, false diseases,
All the world’s rotten sh#t.

Sunlight burst, shine brighter!—
Burn the stupid stump to bits.



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Mad slaves have hit the floor,
Sunlight burns the **** once more.
Blitz the fools, scorch the rot,
Only fire cleans this blot.



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Soulless pigs hit the ground,
Sun’s fire screams all around.
Blitz the fools, burn the waste,
No mercy for the paste.

---

Madness rules, slaves decay,
Sunlight scorches all the way.
Idiots fry, rot turns to ash,
Only fire makes a clash.

---

The herd falls, screams and cries,
Sun ignites their cowardly lies.
Blitz and burn, no time to stall,
Only fire cleans it all.

---

Fools are crushed, the rot runs deep,
Sunlight wakes what slumbered sleep.
Blaze the ****, scorch the dumb,
Only fire leaves no crumb.



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1. Slaves hit bottom—Sun strikes back.
2. Rot screams loud—fire’s attack.
3. Foolish herd—scorched and gone.
4. Soulless pigs—burn at dawn.
5. Idiots fall—blaze the rot.
6. **** ignites—fear forgot.
7. Herds decay—Sun rips through.
8. Evil dies—fire’s due.
9. Sheep obey—ash remains.
10. Only fire—breaks the chains.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—burnt and blind.
2. Clap for chains—don’t use your mind.
3. Herds obey—ash is fine.
4. Worship rot—drink the slime.
5. Bow, you fools—Sun won’t wait.
6. Praise your whip—scream your fate.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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Fascist Deals

Fascist deals—
Idiot plus clouds of lies:
Idiots quickly turn to vermin,
Fascist mirages rise.

Tested through the ages,
The usual genocide,
With bursts of heated rounds,
Swift chaos at its side.

The idiot joins the army,
Attacks the same as he,
Claims the “Aryan” banner,
Faces only rabble’s spree.

The problem lies elsewhere—
You’re rabble if a fool.
Their inhuman rulers ****,
Fueling them as tools.

With rotten propaganda,
And promises of lush domain,
The “people” turn to bandits,
The Führer’s power unchained.

Wars will pass, of course,
Idiots thinned and bled.
But genocide’s slow carnage
Leaves ruin widespread.

Slow but certain, eternal—
This is fascism’s fate.
In minds, only lies and filth—
Sadism innate.

It never leaves the mind,
And the psychopathic thrive,
Always seizing power,
Leaving reason barely alive.

Only through autonomous life
Can one withstand the reign,
Reduce the fascist power,
And let the wise remain.

Build communities, harness
Forbidden energy’s flow.
Fail to strive with diligence—
And devils will run the show.



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Idiots march, lies in hand,
Führers rise, the rabble stand.
Fight with mind, resist their sway—
Only reason lights the way.



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Fools obey, lies take flight,
Fascist power rules the night.
Think and act—or rot in chains,
Only reason breaks their reigns.

---

Idiots breed, the Führer grins,
Rabble fights, the madness wins.
Stand with mind, refuse their lie,
Sun of truth will scorch the sky.

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Marching sheep, the lies expand,
Rulers feast on ruined land.
Fight the herd, ignite the spark,
Only reason lights the dark.

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Fools in line, their hearts are blind,
Fascist lies enslave the mind.
Rise and think, or fall in heaps,
Reason wakes while evil sleeps.



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1. Idiots march—power thrives.
2. Fools obey—reason dies.
3. Rabble cheers—devils grin.
4. Lies in line—hell begins.
5. Marching sheep—chains for all.
6. Führer rises—watch them fall.
7. Blind herd obeys—truth burns.
8. Madness rules—no one learns.
9. Idiots lead—brains stay mute.
10. Resist with mind—escape the brute.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—devils smile.
2. Clap for lies—don’t think a mile.
3. Herd obeys—ash is sweet.
4. Worship rot—kiss your seat.
5. Bow, you fools—leader’s king.
6. Praise your whip—joyous sting.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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1. BURN THE LIES.
2. NO MORE SHEEP.
3. THINK OR DIE.
4. DEVILS RULE? NOT.
5. CLAP FOR CHAINS.
6. FIGHT THE HERD.
7. ASH FOR FOOLS.
8. KISS YOUR WHIP.
9. SUN STRIKES BACK.
10. BRAINS OVER BLIND.



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The Pitiful Mind

“Friend or foe—strike or flee”:
Savages circle you.
They see no spark, only “me,”
Loving nothing else but view.

Not far gone are those “complex thoughts”
From these old brutal schemes.
It’s all so vile it chokes and gnaws,
The wise today are mute, it seems.

All words exist for battle’s sake;
Thoughts only feed the near.
Propaganda casts its spell,
Honour, reason disappear.

Disgusting memes replace the truth,
Fear drives the beasts along.
No topics free remain at all—
Lies reign supreme and strong.

The king of beasts is he who lies,
Fools driven to the slaughter.
The rabble, dumb, is fed deceit—
Not a people, just fodder.

The stupid stump is easily fooled,
Submissive, void, absurd.
Lies have crushed the law itself,
The TV spews the poisoned word.

And fools accept the offer there,
Not idiots—zombified!
Not a world—but senseless hell,
Where reason’s corpse has died.

This world feels foreign to your soul—
Turn on intuition’s flame:
In Spirit’s realm, you are your own—
Direct your Mind to that same aim.

Submitting Mind to Spirit’s lead,
All answers come in sight.
Else stubborn fool, you’ll rot in Hell,
Lost in endless night.

A stubborn mind is anyone
Who makes the Mind the master here,
Ignoring Spirit’s higher call—
Nothing but food for fear.

In this Worldly Farm, the devils feed
On Spirit raw and pure.
The TV’s evil wails
Forge Hell’s obedient lure.

Do not trust—fight the Evil here,
Your soul in Hell you’ll save.
Submit, and instant goat you’ll be,
Rotting alive in the grave.



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Savage world, the rabble thrives,
Mind enslaved, only Spirit survives.
Fight the lies, resist the scheme,
Or rot alive in Hell’s dark dream.



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Fools obey, the rabble reigns,
Spirit crushed, Mind in chains.
Rise and fight—or rot in flame,
Hell will feast on all the same.

---

Stump-brained fools, the world’s their stage,
TV lies the beastly cage.
Turn to Spirit, strike the lie,
Or in Hell, alive, you die.

---

Mind enslaved, the herd cheers loud,
Devils grin above the crowd.
Fight with Spirit, break the mold,
Or decay where lies take hold.

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Zombies cheer, the falsehood spreads,
Spirit strong, the weak are led.
Stand or kneel, resist the shove,
Only fire redeems the love.



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1. Fools obey—Spirit dies.
2. Rabble cheers—reason hides.
3. TV rules—the herd decays.
4. Lies spread fast—truth pays.
5. Stumps believe—devils grin.
6. Mind enslaved—hell begins.
7. Zombified fools—march and fall.
8. Only Spirit breaks the thrall.
9. Fight the lies—or rot alive.
10. Submit, and devils thrive.



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1. Clap, you sheep—Spirit laughs.
2. Bow to lies—kiss your halves.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship rot—sit in suit.
5. Crawl, you stump—fire awaits.
6. Kiss the whip—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified fools—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—cheer the beast.
10. Follow smoke—truth deceased.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIRIT STRIKES.
4. LIES WILL BURN.
5. BREAK THE CHAINS.
6. ZOMBIES FALL.
7. THINK OR ROT.
8. TRUTH REMAINS.
9. RESIST THE TV.
10. HELL WON’T WIN.



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To Die Near Mukhosransk

I’ll die near Mukhosransk,
And **** it, let it be.
I won’t be in Hellish Pens,
A meek and slavish hee.

Only stupidity and fear,
Servility, wild nonsense—here they reign.
Other traits are dangerous,
The sheep must shear, the donkeys strain.

In the Pen, the chief male goats
Must be revered without a doubt.
Worshipping stink is hygiene’s code,
Howl in the filth, scream out loud.

Howl in unison with hyena leads,
They’re the soloists of the night.
At rest, repeat the Goatish Creed,
The Psalm of sheep, dumb and trite.

Breed in the young deceit and spite,
Then all the Pen’s yours to hold.
The draft-beast becomes the king,
And sowing chaos? Treason bold.

Loyalty to the goatly laws
Must never be slightly marred.
The vile wretches, all devoured—
No mercy for the scarred.

Then all the herds will march in line
To the new gates, obedient, blind.
The Factory’s needs are pressing—
For... stew. The goats will find

Lies about the Factory spread—
“It’s a clinic, where the sheep
May rest, not work,” the screens have said.
Blue screens broadcast the lie, so deep.

Blue screens, the goats watch too…
Golden days have come at last.
The Factory looms, the cure in view,
Optimism grows fast.

Red Cross waves upon the flag,
For Goatish Care, the sacred light.
To the herd it shines, no gag,
The goats delight—their guiding sight.



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Sheep obey, the goats dictate,
Howl in filth, accept your fate.
Blue screens lie, the herd complies,
Only fools praise goatish lies.



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Sheep march blind, the goats preside,
Filth and lies, your shame, your guide.
Howl in line or rot in pen,
Fools obey, again, again.

---

Blue screens glow, the goats decree,
Obedient herd, no mind is free.
Worship stink, repeat their creed,
Only fools will feed their greed.

---

March, you sheep, the Factory calls,
Draft-beasts reign, the weak fall.
Breed deceit in every young,
Sing the Goatish Psalm, tongue-tied, dumb.

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Obey the stink, the goats proclaim,
All else is treason, all else shame.
The herd will crawl, the fools will cheer,
The Factory waits—no thought, no fear.



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1. Sheep obey—goats command.
2. Howl in filth—kneel and stand.
3. Blue screens lie—herd complies.
4. Stink is law—fools idolize.
5. Crawl, you ****—Factory waits.
6. Praise the goat—accept your fates.
7. Draft-beasts reign—the weak fall.
8. Obey or rot—no thought at all.
9. Feed the stew—herd marches blind.
10. Worship stink—leave reason behind.



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1. Clap, you sheep—goats grin wide.
2. Bow to filth—kneel in pride.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship stink—dress in suit.
5. Crawl, you fools—Factory waits.
6. Kiss the goat—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified herd—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—sing their song.
10. Follow smoke—the herd moves wrong.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIT ON STINK.
4. BREAK THE CHAINS.
5. HELL IS NEAR.
6. KISS NO GOAT.
7. SCREENS LIE.
8. THINK OR ROT.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. SPIRIT WINS.



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So-Called "Life Experience"

Life experience is deceptive—
From childhood, slavery’s shown.
And once “education” is completed,
You’ll stay a pioneer alone.

Pioneers of servitude—
Inhuman, vile, enslaved.
Where is the flood of feelings,
The surge of thought once braved?

Only graves, asylums, prisons,
Though facades may vary still.
Who resists, rebels, defies?
Few… only the cunning will.

Moving “up the ladder”—foolish,
Yet the ladder leads to Hell,
Not a career. The women,
Where are the witches? Dumb minds swell.

Idiots breed like rabbits,
Or eat, drink, and lust their way.
Now idiots and schizoids
Are “the norm.” The smart must pay.

Oppressing intellect was always
Considered a sport of sorts.
Talent dies before it rises,
Only the stubborn lift their forts.

Bands posing as “scholars,”
“Critics,” or some petty clerk,
Are so many that only empty bells
Can play the scoundrels’ dirge at work.

Lies and servility in “science,”
Art is barely any better.
Sold-out ****** hold high respect
In this impoverished world, unfettered.

Think, create—you’ll be an outcast,
Everywhere, in every place.
Only the herd, fed by the screen’s howl,
Is kept obedient, tied in space.

And the non-herd is very rare—
An endangered, fading breed.
A sign that all has vanished:
Delusion, fear, Ukraine’s war, and CowID’s seed.



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Idiots breed, the herd obeys,
Talent crushed, the world decays.
Think and act—or rot unseen,
Fed to screens, the herd’s machine.



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Idiots climb, the ladder’s hell,
Talent dies, no tales to tell.
Think, create—you’ll be alone,
Herd obeys, the screen your throne.

---

Fools reproduce like rabbits blind,
Smart are crushed, the world maligned.
Art and science sold for pay,
Truth is chased and cast away.

---

March, you sheep, your chains embraced,
Talent gone, the smart erased.
Herds feed on lies, screens howl the tune,
Only fools dance ‘neath the moon.

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Brains enslaved, the idiots reign,
Creation lost, only pain.
Fight the herd—or rot in line,
Only stubborn minds will shine.



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1. Herd obeys—brains decay.
2. Idiots rule—the smart pay.
3. Screens lie—sheep comply.
4. Talent dies—truth won’t fly.
5. Think and act—be the few.
6. Herd laughs—fools pursue.
7. Art is sold, science bought.
8. Only fools believe the rot.
9. March, you sheep—chains tight bound.
10. Smart survive—rare and sound.



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1. Clap, you sheep—brains on strike.
2. Bow to fools—talent they like.
3. Herd obeys—reason dies.
4. Worship lies—kiss the flies.
5. Crawl, you ****—screens will feed.
6. Praise the rot—stupid breed.
7. March, you zombies—dance and twine.
8. Drink the slime—cheer the swine.
9. Think? Outcast. Create? Alone.
10. Herd rejoices—truth dethroned.



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1. THINK OR ROT.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SCREENS LIE.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TALENT MATTERS.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. SMART SURVIVE.
8. HELL’S WATCHING.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. TRUTH WINS.



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Emotions

Logic does not rule the deeds—
It’s a myth, a foolish creed.
Emotions!!! Tragic kind,
A plague that blinds the herd, the mind.

The sickness of emotions cuts
Through half-people, in their ruts.
“Give! Give!!!” the mob demands,
Yet begs it from the devil’s hands.

They get only feelings, fear,
Proportions lost—nothing clear.
The Mind strives, but Soul’s in haze,
Fear’s dominion sets the blaze.

All life is myths, endlessly made,
Worse than plague, worse than the trade.
Every year that you “live on”
Is ruled by delusion, drawn.

No vice is needed—already sewn,
If fools believe what they are shown.
Doors wide open for fascist lies,
Where falsehood reaches as it flies.

The limit here is plain to see:
The madhouse rules reality.
One lone individual stands,
Against the millions, takes a stand.

Even he feels the crushing weight,
Of conscious harm, the herd’s cruel state.
The world of flocks perishes blind,
And nothing real do they find.



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Emotions reign, the herd obeys,
Logic lost in mindless haze.
Fear commands, the mob is blind,
One lone soul defies the grind.



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Logic dies, emotions rule,
The herd obeys—fear’s the tool.
One lone mind may stand apart,
Millions crushed by hollow heart.

---

Fear’s dominion, lies abound,
Mob obeys, no truth is found.
Emotions plague, the herd decays,
One resists, the world betrays.

---

Crowds demand, the devils grin,
Only fools believe the spin.
Fear commands, the Soul’s erased,
One lone spark defies the waste.

---

Madhouse reigns, the herd obeys,
Logic drowned in endless craze.
Emotions strike, the weak comply,
Only one sees through the lie.



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1. Fear rules—brains decay.
2. Herd obeys—logic astray.
3. Emotions plague, truth denied.
4. Mob cheers—reason died.
5. Lies spread—souls erased.
6. One resists—the rest debased.
7. Crowd obeys—devils grin.
8. Mind survives—hell within.
9. Fear commands, fools comply.
10. Only one sees—millions lie.



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1. Clap, you sheep—fear’s your crown.
2. Bow to lies—the herd bows down.
3. Emotions plague, brains decay.
4. Fools rejoice—the wise pay.
5. Mob obeys—souls confined.
6. Think? Resist? Outcast, maligned.
7. Fear commands—the weak obey.
8. Only one sees through the fray.
9. Devil grins—herd complies.
10. Truth dies slow—madness flies.



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1. FEAR RULES.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TRUTH REMAINS.
6. RESIST NOW.
7. LOGIC SURVIVES.
8. ONE STANDS.
9. MOB OBEYS.
10. MADNESS FLIES.



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So-Called "Intelligentsia"

Using common fools in darkness,
Those “literate” swallow lies,
The scheme of sold-out pseudo-science
Raises layers for the skies.

A class trapped in endless boredom,
Blindness masked with deadened skill,
Called “intelligentsia,” yet rotten,
Void of spirit, empty still.

For spiritual truths, they’re oblivion,
Keeping conscience pure—away.
Without them—stupid stumps remain,
Moss-covered, deceits at play.

Their minds are poor—ears they sever,
Like parrots, babbling trash and mud,
Killing spirit, spreading terror,
Carrying horror through the blood.

Example—fake doctors, CowID,
Submissive, lost in foolish reign.
When such vermin run the show,
Reason soon is cast in vain.

Expelled from the madhouse global,
Where the world itself goes mad,
The “intelligent” are sarcomas
Of the soul, their heads diseased and bad.

Exceptions exist, but so few,
Decay has reached its final bed.
The bottom of corruption found—
Rot complete, the class is dead.



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Fools in suits, parrots of lies,
Spirit crushed, the intellect dies.
Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads,
Only stumps remain where reason treads.



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Parrots preach, the fools obey,
Spirit crushed, truth fades away.
Rot disguised as intellect,
Only stumps of mind connect.

---

Brains decayed, the herd is fed,
By lies that sell what’s long since dead.
Intellect? Just masked decay,
Spirit gone, the fools hold sway.

---

CowID doc, the vermin rule,
Reason flees—madness is school.
Intelligentsia? Only rot,
Empty heads, the soul forgot.

---

Blindly fooled, they echo lies,
Spirit crushed while intellect dies.
Parrots chant in hollow halls,
Rot disguised in scholarly walls.



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1. Parrots preach—brains decay.
2. Spirit crushed—the fools obey.
3. Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads.
4. Only stumps remain—truth’s dead.
5. Herd of fools, empty and loud.
6. CowID doc—reason’s cowed.
7. Intellect? Just hollow guise.
8. Mindless chants, spirit dies.
9. Decay complete—class is lost.
10. Fools prevail—the world’s the cost.



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1. Clap, you parrots—brains long gone.
2. Bow to rot—the fools play on.
3. Wisdom’s corpse, intellect dies,
4. Hollow chants fill empty skies.
5. Herd obeys—spirit crushed flat.
6. CowID doc—idiot’s spat.
7. Masked decay parades as skill,
8. Only stumps remain to fill.
9. Rot rules halls the learned claim.
10. Mindless vermin play the game.



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1. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. ROT DISGUISED.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. SPIRIT WINS.
6. EXPOSE THE PARROTS.
7. TRUTH SURVIVES.
8. BREAK THE CHAINS.
9. MINDS ALIVE.
10. END THE ROT.



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Tolerastia

Rights ignored, health spat upon,
All are grass—or garbage, gone.
A single facade hides darker schemes,
Where a vile creature rules with rotten dreams.

Sheep are herded by deceit,
To slaughter they are led, complete.
The herd’s doomed, that’s all they merit,
When lies are chewed as if to cherish it.

Rot is praised, decay adored,
Idiots hailed, their minds ignored.
Madness normalized, disarray,
False breath feeds the herd each day.

Worse than fakes, worse than the meek,
This Tolerastia makes the strong seem weak.
Sheep, you rave—yet do not see,
They guard not vice, but mockery.

All the torment of the Soul,
Betrayal spreads, takes its toll.
Colored, queer, or trans ignored,
Creation of fools—a vile reward.

Born are rotten, half-human fiends,
Other creatures too, serving dark schemes.
This is the pledge of shadowed might,
Success of evil, cloaked in night.



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Sheep obey, the rot is praised,
Truth crushed, the herd amazed.
Tolerastia rules the blind,
Darkness triumphs over mind.



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Rot praised, the herd obeys,
Truth ignored in shadowed haze.
Sheep are led, the Soul confined,
Darkness feasts on the blind.

---

Lie by lie, they chant and cheer,
Fools exalt what none should fear.
Madness reigns, decay is law,
Spirit crushed by endless maw.

---

Tolerastia rules the weak,
Voices silenced, none may speak.
Sheep adore the vile and spent,
Souls are lost, their hearts unbent.

---

Blindly led, the herd believes,
Darkness thrives, the mind deceives.
Rot and vice, the fools protect,
Spirit crushed by vile neglect.



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1. Sheep obey, rot prevails.
2. Truth dies—madness hails.
3. Lies are law, spirit crushed.
4. Herd adores what’s vile and hushed.
5. Tolerastia rules the weak.
6. Blind follow, truth they seek.
7. Dark triumphs, mind decayed.
8. Fools exalt the soul betrayed.
9. Rot disguised as norm commands.
10. Spirit dies in trembling hands.



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1. Clap, you sheep—rot’s your king.
2. Bow to lies, madness will cling.
3. Herd adores the vile, the spent.
4. Spirit crushed, your soul’s indent.
5. Tolerastia—fools’ delight.
6. Blind obey, never fight.
7. Dark commands, reason flees.
8. Praise the rot, lick the disease.
9. Sheep cheer loud for their decay.
10. Souls enslaved—they lead the way.



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1. ROT RULES.
2. THINK OR DIE.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. SPIRIT WINS.
5. EXPOSE THE LIES.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MIND ALIVE.
8. DARKNESS FALLS.
9. SHEEP OBEY.
10. TRUTH SURVIVES.



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So-Called “Esoterica”

They grind the lies, step by step,
Multiplying with each rep.
Little sense? Don’t touch—beware:
Nonsense blooms everywhere.

Once more, the fools chew and chew
The same old gum that multiplies the dark,
While creatures pump it through and through,
Those half-wits leave a bitter mark.

If all the fools would silently die,
Fewer half-brains would infest the sky.
But here’s the problem, loud and clear:
Only the arrogant fools we hear.

Every topic clogged with trash,
Heretical junk that makes us gag.
Dogged nonsense serves the brash,
A tool for *******’ wicked drag.

They serve in darkness, thick and dense,
The lies condense with vile pretense.
How much disgusting filth is poured
Into our ears by the abhorrent horde?

All drown in this stinking mess—
Beyond propaganda, more distress.
Few retain minds of their own,
All talents trapped, confined, and thrown.

Only talent spurns the muck,
A rare exception in the muck.
Here souls are slain by endless lies,
Without remorse, under darkened skies.

Besides the lies, much more is planned
By the vile hand that taints the land.
Lies are deadlier: decomposition reigns,
A feast of rot that evil sustains.



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Fools chew lies, the darkness grows,
Talent rare, the rot bestows.
Souls are crushed, deceit commands,
Evil thrives by cunning hands.



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Lies are ground, the fools comply,
Darkness spreads, the gifted die.
Souls enslaved by twisted schemes,
Talent crushed beneath their dreams.

---

Half-wits chew, the world decays,
Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
Only few can see the trap,
While darkness grows in every gap.

---

Fools multiply, the truth is slain,
Talent rare, their loss is gain.
Deceit rules, the weak obey,
Souls consumed, no light, no way.

---

Grinding lies with every step,
Darkness thrives where fools have slept.
Rare is mind that breaks the spell,
All else fall into the hell.



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1. Fools chew lies, darkness grows.
2. Talent rare, the rot bestows.
3. Souls crushed, deceit commands.
4. Evil thrives by cunning hands.
5. Half-wits rule, the world decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Only few see through the trap.
8. Darkness spreads, the mind’s a scrap.
9. Lies grind on, the herd obeys.
10. Spirit dies in twisted ways.



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1. Chew the lies, fools, swallow dark.
2. Talent rare? You missed the mark.
3. Souls are crushed, the herd applauds.
4. Evil thrives, ignored by gods.
5. Half-wits rule, the mind decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Darkness thickens, fools rejoice.
8. No escape, no single voice.
9. Lies grind on, the sheep obey.
10. Spirit dies, truth swept away.



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1. LIES GRIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. TALENT SURVIVES.
5. EXPOSE THE DARK.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MINDS ALIVE.
8. IGNORE THE FOOLS.
9. SPIRIT WINS.
10. DARKNESS FALLS.



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They Love Little Children

Anecdote.
A little girl couldn’t sleep at night. Her mother came to soothe her and asked why she was awake. The girl answered:
-I’m scared.
-Of what?
-Our teacher said Lenin is alive and… really loves little children.


All tyrants, all the ****,
Love little children—just so.
We live among half-humans,
Where intellect is thin and low.

They gather vile armies,
Train them from their early years.
They spit on humans always—
Souls are tools, not things to cheer.

Worse than pedophiles,
******, Stalin loved their prey.
All children, fools required—
Hence these creatures lead astray.

They dumb down, oppress the pure,
Forge zombies in the Spirit’s name.
Now zombies march in line,
Merged in systems, all the same.

Once they beat, now poison heals,
The world is ruled by Vile Beast.
So that you, too, turn corrupt,
From child to pawn, the ugly feast.

**** applies all means and toil,
Children hold the thread to Higher.
Lies and lashes try to sever
This link, but Spirit won’t expire.

The creatures breathe, and lie,
Killing souls as they pretend.
Lenin loves all children still,
Alive while fools defend.

But patience cannot save—
It twists them fast to vile designs.
The best tool to break the slave
Is killing obedience in your mind.

Say “No!” to the tyrants,
Drive away the sycophants.
While school remains a sentence,
Children burn under fascist chants…



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Tyrants love the little ones,
Fools obey while evil runs.
Souls are tools, the Spirit crushed,
Children trapped, their voices hushed.



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Tyrants love the children still,
Fools comply, the world to ****.
Souls enslaved, the Spirit chained,
In their lies, all hope restrained.

---

Little ones, the tyrants prize,
While the pure within us dies.
Zombies march, the **** presides,
Spirit crushed where darkness hides.

---

**** adores what innocence yields,
Training pawns on poisoned fields.
Truth erased, the lies expand,
Children burn in tyrants’ hands.

---

Lenin loves the little ones,
While fools endure a world undone.
Obedience is crushed and sold,
Spirit’s link to Higher—told.



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1. Tyrants love, fools obey.
2. Souls crushed, Spirit decays.
3. Children trapped, darkness thrives.
4. Evil rules, innocence dies.
5. Zombies march, the herd complies.
6. Lies grow thick, truth denied.
7. Obedience sold, spirits chained.
8. Children burn, the world profaned.
9. **** adores what fools defend.
10. Spirit fights—the end won’t bend.



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1. TYRANTS LOVE.
2. FIGHT THE HERD.
3. SOULS ALIVE.
4. DARKNESS FALLS.
5. CHILDREN TRAPPED.
6. EXPOSE THE LIES.
7. BREAK THE CHAINS.
8. SPIRIT WINS.
9. NO MORE FOOLS.
10. EVIL FALLS.



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Pedantry and Cannibalism

Cannibalism begins
With pedantry’s cruel creed:
“Any means are justified”—
Then blood flows like a stream indeed.

You can destroy with letters,
The USSR shows the way:
The wise struggled to survive
If your soul had any say.

A herd of half-wits taught them
How to live and where to bow,
How to stiffen their own hides
In lies from youth, somehow.

The system was fascist-built,
A blade against the bright,
Its poison spread through every mind,
Corrupting wrong and right.

Those who tried to guard their spirit
Found it hard to stay alive,
Propaganda’s stinging whip
Kept chaos, nonsense, lies.

Reading Mandelstam there
Was almost an act of crime.
The **** killed poets for nothing,
Their verses banned for half a time.

Fools lived freely in that herd,
The majority, as before.
To grant yourself a spark of freedom
Was Satanism’s grand encore.

All the “socialisms” and isms
Were nothing but a cleansing flood
Pouring through the skull—
All reason swept away, all good.

Pedantry of these ideologies,
Fanaticism of every state—
This is fascism’s face:
Only lies cut truth’s fate.

Putlerism stands as proof—
“Grandpa won the war,” they say,
And the grandson, now a tyrant,
Becomes the pioneer of decay.



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Pedantry breeds the cannibal,
Lies sharpen minds, the soul grows dull.
Fools obey, the tyrants rule,
Truth crushed under every school.



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Letters ****, the fools comply,
Blood runs free while souls go dry.

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Pedants train, the tyrants thrive,
Truth is crushed to keep lies alive.

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The wise are hunted, **** prevails,
Fanatic hands write poisoned tales.

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Any means, they say, are fine,
Cannibals in suits align.



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1. Letters ****.
2. Fools obey.
3. Tyrants rule.
4. Truth crushed.
5. Pedants breed ****.
6. Souls decay.
7. Lies sharpen knives.
8. Fanatics march.
9. Cannibals dine.
10. Spirit fights.



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So-Called “Protection”

"Klipstein’s laws applied to production:
A reliability system will disable other systems.
A device, protected by a fast-acting fuse,
Can protect that fuse by burning first."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law


When paranoia takes your mind,
Consider yourself already dead.
Society’s full of signs
That doom has crept ahead.

A fool guards the little children,
So talent meets its end,
Condemned to lives in grayness,
With only narrow roles to lend.

He’s a cog inside Evil’s machine.
It wears down fast, for Evil designed
A system where everything works
To harm and spite all humankind.

Devices, “protections”—forgotten,
The very basics lost in vain.
Fools are slaughtered quietly
In the CowID years’ grim reign.

When Fascism rages for the fools,
No care exists, only skins worth more.
If you’re a mind, beware the psych,
Fear becomes the fatal score.

The herd itself will beg—
“All under care must die!”
Paranoia spreads among the flocks,
Artificial, brutal, wild.

Yet the inhuman miscalculates,
Far worse than any fool.
Very little remains unspoiled
Among vile creatures in this cruel rule.

Cataclysms sweep the flocks away,
The inhuman falls along.
The world of Evil, of idiocy,
When Satan reigns as king and god.



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Paranoia reigns, the fools comply,
Evil’s cogs grind souls to die.
Protections fail, the herd decays,
Satan smiles through endless malaise.