dahil wara katapusan an duon san mga mata
mabubuhay akong minamatay
san dating kaaway ko sa lawas na ini
sa lawas na ini naghambog an talawon
pinapagubtik an kaaluhan na nagpapamuda
muda na nagpupukaw saakon gurugab-i
kendi na nagpapahibi
mesias na naghahala-hala

magiging madalas an pagsid-ip niya sa bintana
para laen ko makita an liwanag
malaog siya sa kahon ko
laen para magkawat
kundi dagdagan an pagub-at
makasakat an pagbagsak
siya na ako
masurat tula.

~Written by Melton Balicano
(a bikol dialect)


since these eyes have been weighed down on unending
i shall live while being slain by an old foe in this body
this body where the craven had once boasted
surging chagrins that blaspheme
blasphemy that rouses this corpse in the dark
treats that shed tears
a messiah that taunts.

he shall constantly peep through the window
so that I see no light
he will break in my casket
not to thieve
but to burden further
the downfall shall rise
then he becomes me
penning a poem.

~a translation of Balicano's masterpiece
Glenn Sentes

Once Upon a Time
There was a little Wooden Spool of Yarn
Covered in Layers of Coats
Of Soft Protective Yarn
Protecting its insides

Everyone kept telling
The special Ball of Yarn
How pretty its layers were
How its yarn was prettier than
Any other color on the shelf
And if it fell from the shelf
Its pretty coats would protect it

Except one day it fell from the shelf
Hitting other shelves along the way
And the rest of ***** of Yarn spectating
Stared in disbelief
Because the coats of the Pretty Ball of Yarn
Weren't protecting the
It like they had anticipated

In fact
It had begun unravelling
Becoming Undone
It unwound and unwound
Across the concrete Floor
Yarn stretched like
Lines of a ruined and strewn apart coat
Until all that was left of it
Was a little wooden heart
At the center

The other Yarns of Wool
Stared in disbelief
How could this Yarn of Wool
Survive without his coats of Yarn

"He's broken"
They said

But slowly
Over days
His wooden heart began to grow
So strong that he didn't need a coat

He looked up and said
"This whole time I was wrapped in Cotton Wool
Layers of protection and defense
I couldn't touch the rest of the world
And now the excess is gone
All that is left is my heart
And it might be broken
Because I Broke from the Fall
But now I realize I didn't need
The capes and coats and excess
The wool wasn't me
What is me, is what remains
And now I can touch the rest of the universe
Because
"The heart that breaks open is the heart that  can contain the universe" (Melton)

The world broke me open
And it hurt
But I don't want to go back
To being sealed shut from the universe
Even if it hurts at first
Its worth breaking to rebuild
So now I my heart is big enough
To contain the universe"*

~JLH

I am scared!
Scared of this world

Robert Godwin Sr
Alyssa Elsman

How many more have to die?
By my kind,
By their kind,
Because they blame some other kind
What ever happened to just being
kind?

Daniel Parmertor, Russell King, Jr., Demetrius Hewlin

Where were you when the World Trade Center went down?
It’s something everyone alive then will always remember
Never Forget! was our brand motto for American Pride

Krystle Marie Campbell, Lü Lingzi, Martin William Richard, Sean A. Collier, Dennis Simmonds

And now, the death of another is so commonplace
That we forget what and where.
It’s no longer personal enough to register where in our lives that it struck us
Only note that another life has been struck down
Add another tally to the equation
And still it does not add up

Trayvon Martin
Tamir Rice
Samuel DuBose
Delrawn Small
Philando Castile
Terence Crutcher
Heather Heyer

We are completely desensitized
And decentralized
We keep ourselves disconnected
(because we just can’t absorb,
Take,
Process it all)
It’s not us
It’s not me
It’s somebody else
Somewhere else.
Until it is
Then we care
How much can we take, before we break

Cynthia Marie Graham Hurd, Susie Jackson, Ethel Lee Lance, Depayne Middleton Doctor, Clementa C. Pinckney, Tywanza Sanders, Daniel Simmons, Sharonda Coleman Singleton, Myra Thompson

The tragedy is the comedy
We laugh so we don’t cry
Sakia Gunn
Richie Phillips
Nireah Johnson, Brandie Coleman
Glenn Kopitske
Scotty Joe Weaver
Jason Gage
Michael Sandy
Sean William Kennedy
Duanna Johnson
Lawrence "Larry" King
Angie Zapata
Lateisha Green
****** August Provost, III
Mark Carson

I can’t say I’ve never thought of committing violence.
Hell, when my ex-wife cheated, it occurred to me
And I can’t say that I have never hit another
I’ve been a kid
My whole life is designed just to grow up
But, I’ve thought of killing myself far more often than the thought to harm anyone else have ever occurred to me
Because my problems are mine;
My fault,
And I am not seeking some scapegoat

Keenya Cook, Jerry Taylor, Million A. Woldemariam, Claudine Parker, Hong Im Ballenge, James Martin, James L. Buchanan, Premkumar Walekar, Sarah Ramos, Lori Ann Lewis-Rivera, Pascal Charlot, Dean Harold Meyers, Kenneth Bridges, Linda Franklin née Moore, Jeffrey Hopper, Conrad Johnson, 1 unnamed victim

I am not going to deny that being a white male hasn’t allowed me to sidestep a whole level of *******
One day, angry white males will be the minority
And we’ll have no one left to blame, but ourselves.
If we don’t **** everyone first
If we don’t **** ourselves first

Michael Arnold, Martin Bodrog, Arthur Daniels, Sylvia Frasier, Kathy Gaarde, John Roger Johnson, Mary Francis Knight, Frank Kohler, Vishnu Pandit, Kenneth Bernard Proctor, Gerald Read, Richard Michael Ridgell

Jonathan Blunk, Alexander J. Boik , Jesse Childress, Gordon Cowden,
Jessica Ghawi, John Larimer, Matt McQuinn, Micayla Medek, Veronica Moser Sullivan, Alex Sullivan, Alexander C. Teves, Rebecca Wingo

The earth has already decided that we are a plague upon it
Maybe climate change is the natural response to the abuse of our gifts

Nancy Lanza, Rachel D'Avino, Dawn Hochsprung, Anne Marie Murphy,
Lauren Rousseau, Mary Sherlach, Victoria Leigh Soto, Charlotte Bacon, Daniel Barden, Olivia Engel, Josephine Gay, Dylan Hockley, Madeleine Hsu, Catherine Hubbard, Chase Kowalski, Jesse Lewis, Ana Márquez Greene, James Mattioli, Grace McDonnell, Emilie Parker, Jack Pinto, Noah Pozner, Caroline Previdi, Jessica Rekos, Avielle Richman, Benjamin Wheeler, Allison Wyatt

What is this world going to teach my son?
That he’s better because of how he looks?
Or what I’ve taught him:
You make yourself better.

Jamie Bishop, Jocelyne Couture Nowak, Kevin Granata, Liviu Librescu,  P
G. V. Loganathan, Ross Alameddine, Brian Bluhm, Ryan Clark, Austin Cloyd, Daniel Perez Cueva, Matthew Gwaltney, Caitlin Hammaren, Jeremy Herbstritt, Rachael Hill, Emily Hilscher, Matthew La Porte, Jarrett Lane, Henry Lee, Partahi Lumbantoruan, Lauren McCain, Daniel O'Neil, Juan Ortiz, Minal Panchal, Erin Peterson, Michael Pohle Jr., Julia Pryde, Mary Karen Read, Reema Samaha, Waleed Shaalan, Leslie Sherman, Maxine Turner, Nicole White

I work as a data analyst
So, I ran the numbers
But, these are more than numbers
These are people: sons, daughters, sisters, brothers, mothers, fathers, husbands, wives, friends, lovers.

Stanley Almodovar III, Amanda Alvear, Oscar A. Aracena Montero, Rodolfo Ayala Ayala, Alejandro Barrios Martinez, Martin Benitez Torres, Antonio D. Brown, Darryl R. Burt II, Jonathan A. Camuy Vega, Angel L. Candelario Padro, Simon A. Carrillo Fernandez, Juan Chevez Martinez, Luis D. Conde, Cory J. Connell, Tevin E. Crosby, Franky J. DeJesus Velazquez, Deonka D. Drayton, Mercedez M. Flores, Juan R. Guerrero, Peter O. Gonzalez Cruz, Paul T. Henry, Frank Hernandez, Miguel A. Honorato, Javier Jorge Reyes, Jason B. Josaphat, Eddie J. Justice, Anthony L. Laureano Disla, Christopher A. Leinonen, Brenda L. Marquez McCool, Jean C. Mendez Perez, Akyra Monet Murray, Kimberly Morris, Jean C. Nives Rodriguez, Luis O. Ocasio Capo, Geraldo A. Ortiz Jimenez, Eric I. Ortiz Rivera, Joel Rayon Paniagua, Enrique L. Rios Jr., Juan P. Rivera Velazquez, Yilmary Rodriguez Solivan, Christopher J. Sanfeliz, Xavier E. Serrano Rosado, Gilberto R. Silva Menendez, Edward Sotomayor Jr., Shane E. Tomlinson, Leroy Valentin Fernandez, Luis S. Vielma, Luis D. Wilson Leon, Jerald A. Wright

I did research to try to find all the victims since I became abruptly aware 16 years ago
There are too many
I could not discover a single database that contained a comprehensive record
No one can keep track of it anymore
I know I’ve missed people
I know there are 1000’s of people now missing people
Even 1 was too much

Hannah Ahlers, Heather Alvarado, Dorene Anderson, Carrie Barnette, Jack Beaton, Steve Berger, Candice Bowers, Denise Salmon Burditus, Sandra Casey, Andrea Castilla, Denise Cohen, Austin Davis, Virginia Day Jr, Christiana Duarte, Stacee Etcheber, Brian Fraser, Keri Galvan,  Dana Gardner, Angela Gomez, Rocio Guillen Rocha, Charleston Hartfield,  Chris Hazencomb, Jennifer Irvine, Nicol Kimura, Jessica Klymchuk, Carly Kreibaum, Rhonda LeRocque, Victor Link, Jordan McIldoon, Kelsey Meadows, Calla Medig, James ‘Sonny’ Melton, Pati Mestas, Austin Meyer, Adrian Murfitt, Rachael Parker, Jennifer Parks, Carrie Parsons, Lisa Patterson,  John Phippen, Melissa Ramirez, Jordyn Rivera, Quinton Robbins, Cameron Robinson, Lisa Romero Muniz, Christopher Roybal, Brett Schwanbeck, Bailey Schweitzer, Laura Shipp, Erick Silva, Susan Smith, Tara Roe Smith, Brennan Stewart, Derrick ‘Bo’ Taylor, Neysa Tonks, Michelle Vo, Kurt Von Tillow, Bill Wolfe Jr.

and NOW I’ve run out of lines and time to read off all 2,977 people who died in 9-11
Isn’t that a tragedy?

The City

Corruption took a different shape —
It oozed like concrete mortar,
And hardened into glass and stone —
Behold: the city’s order.

This city’s built to see you dead —
Its core is rot and poison.
The herds obey with empty heads,
No minds, no will, no voices.

True thought and boldness? Only there —
In films of bleak seduction.
Cash rules, and all the rest’s hot air,
So dreams meet swift destruction.

If you refuse to serve and sell
Your mind to filthy swine —
If lies and praise of filth repel —
You won’t survive its line.



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City of ****

The city's built on lies and rot —
Obey, betray — or you are not.



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Stimulating Salivation of the ****** Population

Salivation’s rising —
That’s the daily goal:
Teach the herd to swallow
Garbage by the bowl.

Fresh new slop is flooding —
Open wide, you freak!
You deserve this mudslide
If you call it chic,

If you take the ninth wave
Of lies as holy bread,
Lick this fascist butchery,
Praise what keeps you fed.

Genocide and dinner —
All in one, you see.
Welcome to rock bottom:
Idiot as decree.

That’s the proud conclusion.
Now the **** holds sway.
God has left this planet —
Filth runs it today.



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Rodents and Chips

Chip and Dell are rushing in —
Time to drill into your head.
Neural ports are now the skin,
Weak and useless if not fed.

Lie to mice without delay,
No unplugging, no reprieve —
**** straight into their brain, and pray,
As Hell prepares to take its leave.



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The Reality of Fascist Regimes

The Regime’s reality?
Insanity on blast.
They rule through pure brutality —
The country breaks so fast.

Each crisis is designed in full,
Pre-scripted, well-prepared,
By traitors in their cushy roles —
Vice-chairs and creeps who dared

To push the genocide ahead,
Unleashing planned collapse,
While people chew the verbal ****
These scumbags feed en masse.

That **** replaces fridges now —
No food, just slogans stink.
The herd’s too dumb to wonder how
They’re tricked with doublethink.

A fascist rule, through and through,
Yet branded "kind" and "just".
One slick-tongued snake steps out of view —
Another comes. Disgust.



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Demons from the Brainwash Box

Hysterical demons scream from the screen —
Don't watch too long… then switch it back on.
They’re real-life crazies — no in-between —
Yet hold the keys to every *****.

The idiots' gaze is blurred and blind —
The hosts, the critics — full-on insane.
But when lies pour in and you're dulled in mind,
It all seems normal. Rot eats the brain.

The crazies and viewers — no dissonance here,
The editor’s loony, the tone’s psychotic.
Fear and falsehoods, shrill and sincere —
The whole **** thing’s demonic, neurotic.

The madness now hits such a pitch,
You can feed them any rot — they’ll swallow.
You can't cure the herd, they're too far gone —
Nine-tenths already in the hollow.

This isn’t a “society” — it’s rot. It’s a ward.
A global asylum, well underway.
If you’re smart — you're a threat. If you're dumb — adored:
A slave-link in chains, to obey and obey.



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Clouds of Lies

A f*ck-ton of *******,
A thick, sickening cloud
Of total deceit —
Goebbels would be proud.
Now it’s worse than ever,
Lies like poisoned steam,
Foam of mass delusion
In the builder’s scheme.

Hard to break the sealing —
You’re imprisoned tight.
**** in charge is dealing
Fascism in daylight.

Putler’s just a clone,
******’s comeback show.
Cretinism's grown —
Now it runs the flow.

Crowds have lost all reason,
Staring into screens.
Even magic genies
Can’t fix shattered beings.



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Vegetables

They fear the veggies might rebel —
So Cipollino’s getting banned.
The creatures purge with eager hands —
Even Pinocchio won’t sell.

The age of wonder’s dead and gone —
These ******* took it all by force.
And fools now praise their foul discourse,
Call all this filth “the rising dawn.”

The "nation" worships every fraud,
Still dreams of Führers and cheap loans.
While modern Goebbels types applaud
And crush the minds, and break the bones.



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Circles of Hell

Rock bottom’s shattered — smashed to dust.
Below it lies a deeper pit:
A brand-new Hell, where lies are just
The rules, and filth is top-grade ****.

Dante's tales have come alive —
Seventh ring… or is it eight?
We rolled into this dive and strife,
Headfirst into a twisted fate.

No mind left — just open sores.
No life — just rot and choking gas.
And what’s the end? Pure fascist ******,
A herd of sheep and brainless mass.



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"Brave New World"

A “brave new world” of orders,
Idiocy and “care.”
Stay ready for the *******’ orders —
Become their dumb, blind square.

The fascists promise “care” —
They’ll jab their slaves with junk.
These silver-tongued despots dare
To lead the fatal funk.

Build your own world — stand alone —
Or they’ll dispose of you.
If smart and spiritual — prone
To think — you won’t break through.



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Infernal Roundabout

Fast trains spinning ‘round and ‘round —
The CowID dance of hell.
Once healer, now you’re just a hound,
A crawling filthy shell.

You joined the **** in wicked streams,
From fake-AIDS to this game,
No glory, little pay for schemes —
The *******’s price is shame.

Your conscience crushed, long dead and gone,
You march with filth in line.
Together to the depths you’re drawn —
The devil’s dance divine.



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In Hell

Don’t expect care from fascism’s hand,
Nor think Hell’s pain is just by chance:
It’s legacy of traitors’ brand,
A slave’s vile, rotten circumstance.

You’re born at war, no mercy shown.
The meaning in this Hell’s to fight.
Though two-thirds **** around have grown —
You stand alone — resist the blight.



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The End is Coming

A fox-fur coat,
A palace, gold and glow —
Won’t save your skin —
The end will show.

Write your poems,
Better curse them loud —
Too many traitors —
The end’s a ******* cloud.



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The Double ****

Putler’s double, **** and slime,
Waging wars and CowID crime.
Filthy mouthpiece, Kremlin’s tool —
Where conscience dies, they rule the fool.

In minds and souls, a frozen glaze,
The herd is easy prey to lies.
They multiply the rotten schemes —
All else ignored, no hope redeems.



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The Sail and TNT Reserve

Strike true — that’s ironclad, they say,
But what if aim’s a crooked game?
Critical thought will light the way:
You’ll see the world’s a restless flame.

Only bursts of pure creation
Can brighten all this endless gloom.
Though breakthroughs come in rare vibration,
They’re better than the choking doom.

All lies and sludge in madness swirl —
Yet shards of truth may still be found.
Believe the Lyre’s blood-stained twirl,
Its song of pain and sacred sound.

Now’s the time for one big blast —
Blood poisoned deep, the search refined.
Trust only intuition’s mast —
The Spirit’s sail: its course aligned.



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Death for Death

A filthy plague —
The universe’s shame —
Descended to the Earth,
And spread its deadly flame.

Centuries roll by —
Of shame and slavery’s chain.
No end yet seen
To this vile reign.

The river’s dried —
The free spirit’s gone.
The pain is deep.
Flies swarm on.

Dark clouds of terror
Hover overhead,
On soil still fresh,
Though covered in dread.

They bring from above
A ruthless death,
So close, so fierce —
Hell’s hardened breath.

But hell’s hard ground
Is just a show —
It can be wiped out,
If your hand won’t slow —

To die with it.
The shameful ages
Will sink away.
Though the path is harsh,
Follow the way:

Death for death.
Though the cost is great,
The cycle falls —
Genocide’s fate.



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The Universal “Brother”

The great Melton, “Uncle Styopa,”
A cousin, godfather, just before,
Promoted now — the Universal Brother —
Ruling us with force and hollow lore.

Universal — yes, for countries, towns
Are just barracks, cages, nothing more.
Muzzles on cattle everywhere,
Show clearly: you’re in a fake land’s core.

A land where only total fools breathe free,
Where only fascist **** run wild.
He keeps men scared, half proud but crushed,
Before the thugs who rule the wild.

The price of “pride” is a stinking *** —
Lies for guarantees, a freedom joke.
No more absurdity — not a bullet,
Just less comfort for the bloated folk.

The world’s a herd of cattle now,
Driven meat for demons’ feast.
And only one way out remains:
Blow it up — burn down the beast.

If you’re just meat, then who gives a ****
How big the fire’s rage will be?
Better one that wipes it clean —
Erases shame, decay, debris.

No options left to take instead:
Only Fire to burn the lying world,
The spawn of Evil, idiot’s god —
Where twisted lies and madness swirl.



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The Inevitable Death of Pinocchio

Once lived Pinocchio
In a land of fools.
The wooden puppet
Faced few cruel rules.

But his long nose
Couldn’t fit the mask.
That milk-faced kid
Got caught in the task.

Better had he caught a plague,
A heavy, nasty blight —
Lost his nose at once,
But that’s a gentler plight.

Fake doctor, cop —
Not fox or cat:
In a single moment
They’ll send him flat.

A vaccine for nothing
Will strike him down dead.
So many hidden poisons
He never once read.

In this cattle chaos,
Long noses don’t last.
You’ll die — no questions —
No foes, just fast.



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Turn Back from the Gates!

Reason fights and struggles hard
Within the cage called “I.”
Feeding ravenous darkness —
The crow’s unyielding cry.

Still it hopes for saving grace:
A messiah to arrive.
But nothing changes by itself —
From Heaven’s gates, turn and dive!

The world convulses, foul and broke,
The enemy’s in the mind, not doors.
The end is bleak, a bitter yoke —
Degrade, dissolve, disorder roars.

Feeding like cattle to the ****,
The ravenous fiends prevail.
Humans fall for stupid lies —
Once more they fail the tale.

Though humans? No — like beasts, enslaved,
Yoked under crushing load.
And only worse will come ahead —
All dragged down into the mud.

One choice remains: burn all this mess —
Defy the weight of pain,
Forge hellish flames to cleanse the wreck —
Break free from loss and chain.

Perish with foes and shame alike,
Expose the rotten core.
The rest is yours: choose devil’s path,
Or God’s — forevermore.



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Demons Rule the World

“We aim to be all Napoleons:
Millions of two-legged pests
Are but our single weapon.” —
Pushkin’s words attest.

Every louse learns rules of this cruel game
Once it escapes decay’s embrace.
No longer dreams of astral planes,
But Saint Helena’s isolated place.

Then these rules spread wide and far
To prisoners caught in dull deceit,
A trap so stupid, it’s a cosmic farce —
Laughter echoes through the infinite.

A game where lies and savage genocide
Become the slaves’ grim daily bread,
From birth no one escapes the shame,
The chains, the rot that bind the dead.

A game whose goal is to ***** out
All God’s sparks that light the mind,
To choke off reason at its root,
So all become the cattle blind.

But only by blowing Hell apart —
Destroying masters and the slaves —
Comes the science to reclaim the heart,
And break the chains that death engraves.



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TECH-nical Regression

Calculator,
Computer —
Era of the internet,
TV,
Mobile phones —
A Golgotha of mind’s debt.

In a world of genocide,
Progress is no friend.
Monsters need decay,
Regression to the end.

Vampires crave it,
For digital chains to bind.
That’s why it’s pushed so hard —
For filth of every kind.

What’s ready long ago
Is rushed into the fray,
To drag us all down low,
Turn bright to foul decay.

A prison for the slave
Can never be a home.
We’re doomed if we can’t save
The path where freedom’s grown.

Only communities,
United, pave the way —
Where all are one,
And that’s the truth to stay.



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Virtuality

A paper kite flew into the land,
Scaring off the ancient old.
Then mocked and danced on shifting sand —
Birthed a freak from lies untold.

A virtual freak...

At first it seems just comfort’s face,
A stream of knowledge, fun and play.
But really it’s a prison’s case —
A digital camp, locked away.

Where all are branded slave’s disgrace,
Driven to the stalls of doom.
A fate for all, no love, no fight,
A silent death in coded tomb.

But fight remains, while fear’s undone —
**** the slave inside your mind.
No guns will save what must be won,
But communities, alive and kind.

Through living talk and common toil,
Rebirth will rise, the beast destroyed.
The octopus of neo-fascist spoil,
Genocide’s base, the demon’s void.



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The Toilet

“Freedom of speech” steps in —
Choking tight your throat.
Filth rules with wild lies,
With promises of hope.

The people blindly trust
The promises of dogs —
Politicians who reap their rent,
Polluting minds with fog.

They **** and **** — these beasts,
The world’s a toilet bowl.
To seek truth in this shitpile —
****’s just ****, the same old role.



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The Beauty of the Latrine

“Beauty will save the world,”
They say, while dressing lies.
Now this latrine’s a shooting range —
A pitiful disguise.

This little world’s a sewer pit,
Where people mean no more.
Ruled by **** who don’t exist —
No minds, just hollow core.



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The Backup Dance

To “dance backup”… to be reshaped,
Is very easy, as you see:
Just serve the evil, praise the fake,
And trust the lies and lunacy.

So many lies, so vile the game —
Yet the foul slave still dances on,
Weak-minded, meek, with broken flame —
The slave’s own mind is nearly gone.

Just simple moves, just fluff and trash,
This is decay in petty souls.
This forging breaks the spirit’s flash —
A swarm of dung-born stupid trolls.



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Sunday Joke

Sunday comes,
To the pub I stray,
****** on the fence —
Jealousy’s play.

Wife again,
Kids I blame.
On TV’s screen —
Chaos and shame.

Mad world spins —
No beer’s enough!
Fence turned toilet —
That’s the stuff.



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Kind of "New Year's"

The year’s gone down the drain —
A dead man’s cure in vain.
A world in slow decay,
Where honor’s thrown away.

Where Conscience penned and trapped,
Mind and Spirit snapped.
Misery marches wide,
Killing reason’s pride.



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Weeds and Wild Grass

The whole expanse is overgrown
With weeds and wild grass far and wide.
The “hares” just “mow” — this madhouse throne,
Where madness rules, no place to hide.

Only death will set them free —
Release them from their fear and lies.
Forget the pain and misery —
Their moaning silenced in the skies.



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The Sheepish Eugenics of Human Nature

In memory of Velimir Khlebnikov

All hail the freedoms of the horse,
And equal rights for lowly cows.

For years the breeding runs its course —
Fascists reap their ****** vows.
From sheepish eugenics’ cursed hand,
Human heads grow fewer still.

A muzzle made for soulless bands,
To mark the devils at the feast,
Dumb slaves, the herd with empty hands —
And lies are weapons for the beast.

A fake virus splits the grain,
From chaff of mindless, soulless drones.
Then comes the order: “No masks — ****!
Drag to wards, and vaccinate the bones.”

What’s left for man — though torn apart,
Tired but fighting to the last?
To gather strength, to stand, to start
A final fight before the past.

Before death comes, unite as one,
Draw fire down upon your soul.
The Earth will rise when battle’s done,
And honor pay the priceless toll.




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Profanation

Dot, dot, comma —
A dull face drawn.
Stick, stick, cucumber-shaped line —
A Euclid man is born.

Parallel lines
Never cross in here,
So all are dull,
And filled with sneer.

Not flexible minds,
But rigid rule,
They stand in line —
An “arithmetic” school.

This tidy row
Sweeps all away,
Crushes those
Who won’t obey.

Drives them into pens,
Then off to slaughter,
They follow laws
That serve their order.

Dull and fearful,
They’ll jab a sickly sting,
Believing lies
Like it’s some joke thing.