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#001 #001 Bulbasaur Bulbasaur Grass Poison
#002 #002 Ivysaur Ivysaur Grass Poison
#003 #003 Venusaur Venusaur Grass Poison
#004 #004 Charmander Charmander Fire
#005 #005 Charmeleon Charmeleon Fire
#006 #006 Charizard Charizard Fire Flying
#007 #007 Squirtle Squirtle Water
#008 #008 Wartortle Wartortle Water
#009 #009 Blastoise Blastoise Water
#010 #010 Caterpie Caterpie Bug
#011 #011 Metapod Metapod Bug
#012 #012 Butterfree Butterfree Bug Flying
#013 #013 Weedle Weedle Bug Poison
#014 #014 Kakuna Kakuna Bug Poison
#015 #015 Beedrill Beedrill Bug Poison
#016 #016 Pidgey Pidgey Normal Flying
#017 #017 Pidgeotto Pidgeotto Normal Flying
#018 #018 Pidgeot Pidgeot Normal Flying
#019 #019 Rattata Rattata Normal
#020 #020 Raticate Raticate Normal
#021 #021 Spearow Spearow Normal Flying
#022 #022 Fearow Fearow Normal Flying
#023 #023 Ekans Ekans Poison
#024 #024 Arbok Arbok Poison
#025 #025 Pikachu Pikachu Electric
#026 #026 Raichu Raichu Electric
#027 #027 Sandshrew Sandshrew Ground
#028 #028 Sandslash Sandslash Ground
#029 #029 Nidoran♀ Nidoran♀ Poison
#030 #030 Nidorina Nidorina Poison
#031 #031 Nidoqueen Nidoqueen Poison Ground
#032 #032 Nidoran♂ Nidoran♂ Poison
#033 #033 Nidorino Nidorino Poison
#034 #034 Nidoking Nidoking Poison Ground
#035 #035 Clefairy Clefairy Fairy
#036 #036 Clefable Clefable Fairy
#037 #037 Vulpix Vulpix Fire
#038 #038 Ninetales Ninetales Fire
#039 #039 Jigglypuff Jigglypuff Normal Fairy
#040 #040 Wigglytuff Wigglytuff Normal Fairy
#041 #041 Zubat Zubat Poison Flying
#042 #042 Golbat Golbat Poison Flying
#043 #043 Oddish Oddish Grass Poison
#044 #044 Gloom Gloom Grass Poison
#045 #045 Vileplume Vileplume Grass Poison
#046 #046 Paras Paras Bug Grass
#047 #047 Parasect Parasect Bug Grass
#048 #048 Venonat Venonat Bug Poison
#049 #049 Venomoth Venomoth Bug Poison
#050 #050 Diglett Diglett Ground
#051 #051 Dugtrio Dugtrio Ground
#052 #052 Meowth Meowth Normal
#053 #053 Persian Persian Normal
#054 #054 Psyduck Psyduck Water
#055 #055 Golduck Golduck Water
#056 #056 Mankey Mankey Fighting
#057 #057 Primeape Primeape Fighting
#058 #058 Growlithe Growlithe Fire
#059 #059 Arcanine Arcanine Fire
#060 #060 Poliwag Poliwag Water
#061 #061 Poliwhirl Poliwhirl Water
#062 #062 Poliwrath Poliwrath Water Fighting
#063 #063 Abra Abra Psychic
#064 #064 Kadabra Kadabra Psychic
#065 #065 Alakazam Alakazam Psychic
#066 #066 Machop Machop Fighting
#067 #067 Machoke Machoke Fighting
#068 #068 Machamp Machamp Fighting
#069 #069 Bellsprout Bellsprout Grass Poison
#070 #070 Weepinbell Weepinbell Grass Poison
#071 #071 Victreebel Victreebel Grass Poison
#072 #072 Tentacool Tentacool Water Poison
#073 #073 Tentacruel Tentacruel Water Poison
#074 #074 Geodude Geodude Rock Ground
#075 #075 Graveler Graveler Rock Ground
#076 #076 Golem Golem Rock Ground
#077 #077 Ponyta Ponyta Fire
#078 #078 Rapidash Rapidash Fire
#079 #079 Slowpoke Slowpoke Water Psychic
#080 #080 Slowbro Slowbro Water Psychic
#081 #081 Magnemite Magnemite Electric Steel
#082 #082 Magneton Magneton Electric Steel
#083 #083 Farfetch'd Farfetch'd Normal Flying
#084 #084 Doduo Doduo Normal Flying
#085 #085 Dodrio Dodrio Normal Flying
#086 #086 Seel Seel Water
#087 #087 Dewgong Dewgong Water Ice
#088 #088 Grimer Grimer Poison
#089 #089 Muk Muk Poison
#090 #090 Shellder Shellder Water
#091 #091 Cloyster Cloyster Water Ice
#092 #092 Gastly Gastly Ghost Poison
#093 #093 Haunter Haunter Ghost Poison
#094 #094 Gengar Gengar Ghost Poison
#095 #095 Onix Onix Rock Ground
#096 #096 Drowzee Drowzee Psychic
#097 #097 Hypno Hypno Psychic
#098 #098 Krabby Krabby Water
#099 #099 Kingler Kingler Water
#100 #100 Voltorb Voltorb Electric
#101 #101 Electrode Electrode Electric
#102 #102 Exeggcute Exeggcute Grass Psychic
#103 #103 Exeggutor Exeggutor Grass Psychic
#104 #104 Cubone Cubone Ground
#105 #105 Marowak Marowak Ground
#106 #106 Hitmonlee Hitmonlee Fighting
#107 #107 Hitmonchan Hitmonchan Fighting
#108 #108 Lickitung Lickitung Normal
#109 #109 Koffing Koffing Poison
#110 #110 Weezing Weezing Poison
#111 #111 Rhyhorn Rhyhorn Ground Rock
#112 #112 Rhydon Rhydon Ground Rock
#113 #113 Chansey Chansey Normal
#114 #114 Tangela Tangela Grass
#115 #115 Kangaskhan Kangaskhan Normal
#116 #116 Horsea Horsea Water
#117 #117 Seadra Seadra Water
#118 #118 Goldeen Goldeen Water
#119 #119 Seaking Seaking Water
#120 #120 Staryu Staryu Water
#121 #121 Starmie Starmie Water Psychic
#122 #122 Mr. Mime Mr. Mime Psychic Fairy
#123 #123 Scyther Scyther Bug Flying
#124 #124 Jynx Jynx Ice Psychic
#125 #125 Electabuzz Electabuzz Electric
#126 #126 Magmar Magmar Fire
#127 #127 Pinsir Pinsir Bug
#128 #128 Tauros Tauros Normal
#129 #129 Magikarp Magikarp Water
#130 #130 Gyarados Gyarados Water Flying
#131 #131 Lapras Lapras Water Ice
#132 #132 Ditto Ditto Normal
#133 #133 Eevee Eevee Normal
#134 #134 Vaporeon Vaporeon Water
#135 #135 Jolteon Jolteon Electric
#136 #136 Flareon Flareon Fire
#137 #137 Porygon Porygon Normal
#138 #138 Omanyte Omanyte Rock Water
#139 #139 Omastar Omastar Rock Water
#140 #140 Kabuto Kabuto Rock Water
#141 #141 Kabutops Kabutops Rock Water
#142 #142 Aerodactyl Aerodactyl Rock Flying
#143 #143 Snorlax Snorlax Normal
#144 #144 Articuno Articuno Ice Flying
#145 #145 Zapdos Zapdos Electric Flying
#146 #146 Moltres Moltres Fire Flying
#147 #147 Dratini Dratini Dragon
#148 #148 Dragonair Dragonair Dragon
#149 #149 Dragonite Dragonite Dragon Flying
#150 #150 Mewtwo Mewtwo Psychic
#151 #151 Mew Mew Psychic
Generation II
Jdex Ndex MS Pokémon Type
#001 #152 Chikorita Chikorita Grass
#002 #153 Bayleef Bayleef Grass
#003 #154 Meganium Meganium Grass
#004 #155 Cyndaquil Cyndaquil Fire
#005 #156 Quilava Quilava Fire
#006 #157 Typhlosion Typhlosion Fire
#007 #158 Totodile Totodile Water
#008 #159 Croconaw Croconaw Water
#009 #160 Feraligatr Feraligatr Water
#019 #161 Sentret Sentret Normal
#020 #162 Furret Furret Normal
#015 #163 Hoothoot Hoothoot Normal Flying
#016 #164 Noctowl Noctowl Normal Flying
#030 #165 Ledyba Ledyba Bug Flying
#031 #166 Ledian Ledian Bug Flying
#032 #167 Spinarak Spinarak Bug Poison
#033 #168 Ariados Ariados Bug Poison
#039 #169 Crobat Crobat Poison Flying
#176 #170 Chinchou Chinchou Water Electric
#177 #171 Lanturn Lanturn Water Electric
#021 #172 Pichu Pichu Electric
#040 #173 Cleffa Cleffa Fairy
#044 #174 Igglybuff Igglybuff Normal Fairy
#046 #175 Togepi Togepi Fairy
#047 #176 Togetic Togetic Fairy Flying
#161 #177 Natu Natu Psychic Flying
#162 #178 Xatu Xatu Psychic Flying
#053 #179 Mareep Mareep Electric
#054 #180 Flaaffy Flaaffy Electric
#055 #181 Ampharos Ampharos Electric
#086 #182 Bellossom Bellossom Grass
#132 #183 Marill Marill Water Fairy
#133 #184 Azumarill Azumarill Water Fairy
#107 #185 Sudowoodo Sudowoodo Rock
#075 #186 Politoed Politoed Water
#067 #187 Hoppip Hoppip Grass Flying
#068 #188 Skiploom Skiploom Grass Flying
#069 #189 Jumpluff Jumpluff Grass Flying
#123 #190 Aipom Aipom Normal
#103 #191 Sunkern Sunkern Grass
#104 #192 Sunflora Sunflora Grass
#101 #193 Yanma Yanma Bug Flying
#056 #194 Wooper Wooper Water Ground
#057 #195 Quagsire Quagsire Water Ground
#188 #196 Espeon Espeon Psychic
#189 #197 Umbreon Umbreon Dark
#213 #198 Murkrow Murkrow Dark Flying
#082 #199 Slowking Slowking Water Psychic
#219 #200 Misdreavus Misdreavus Ghost
#061 #201 Unown Unown Psychic
#108 #202 Wobbuffet Wobbuffet Psychic
#149 #203 Girafarig Girafarig Normal Psychic
#093 #204 Pineco Pineco Bug
#094 #205 Forretress Forretress Bug Steel
#052 #206 Dunsparce Dunsparce Normal
#193 #207 Gligar Gligar Ground Flying
#063 #208 Steelix Steelix Steel Ground
#125 #209 Snubbull Snubbull Fairy
#126 #210 Granbull Granbull Fairy
#163 #211 Qwilfish Qwilfish Water Poison
#112 #212 Scizor Scizor Bug Steel
#168 #213 Shuckle Shuckle Bug Rock
#114 #214 Heracross Heracross Bug Fighting
#218 #215 Sneasel Sneasel Dark Ice
#198 #216 Teddiursa Teddiursa Normal
#199 #217 Ursaring Ursaring Normal
#216 #218 Slugma Slugma Fire
#217 #219 Magcargo Magcargo Fire Rock
#195 #220 Swinub Swinub Ice Ground
#196 #221 Piloswine Piloswine Ice Ground
#173 #222 Corsola Corsola Water Rock
#174 #223 Remoraid Remoraid Water
#175 #224 Octillery Octillery Water
#194 #225 Delibird Delibird Ice Flying
#202 #226 Mantine Mantine Water Flying
#203 #227 Skarmory Skarmory Steel Flying
#214 #228 Houndour Houndour Dark Fire
#215 #229 Houndoom Houndoom Dark Fire
#192 #230 Kingdra Kingdra Water Dragon
#200 #231 Phanpy Phanpy Ground
#201 #232 Donphan Donphan Ground
#221 #233 Porygon2 Porygon2 Normal
#131 #234 Stantler Stantler Normal
#159 #235 Smeargle Smeargle Normal
#145 #236 Tyrogue Tyrogue Fighting
#148 #237 Hitmontop Hitmontop Fighting
#154 #238 Smoochum Smoochum Ice Psychic
#156 #239 Elekid Elekid Electric
#152 #240 Magby Magby Fire
#151 #241 Miltank Miltank Normal
#223 #242 Blissey Blissey Normal
#243 #243 Raikou Raikou Electric
#244 #244 Entei Entei Fire
#245 #245 Suicune Suicune Water
#249 #246 Larvitar Larvitar Rock Ground
#250 #247 Pupitar Pupitar Rock Ground
#251 #248 Tyranitar Tyranitar Rock Dark
#252 #249 Lugia Lugia Psychic Flying
#253 #250 **-Oh **-Oh Fire Flying
#256 #251 Celebi Celebi Psychic Grass
Generation III
Hdex Ndex MS Pokémon Type
#001 #252 Treecko Treecko Grass
#002 #253 Grovyle Grovyle Grass
#003 #254 Sceptile Sceptile Grass
#004 #255 Torchic Torchic Fire
#005 #256 Combusken Combusken Fire Fighting
#006 #257 Blaziken Blaziken Fire Fighting
#007 #258 Mudkip Mudkip Water
#008 #259 Marshtomp Marshtomp Water Ground
#009 #260 Swampert Swampert Water Ground
#010 #261 Poochyena Poochyena Dark
#011 #262 Mightyena Mightyena Dark
#012 #263 Zigzagoon Zigzagoon Normal
#013 #264 Linoone Linoone Normal
#014 #265 Wurmple Wurmple Bug
#015 #266 Silcoon Silcoon Bug
#016 #267 Beautifly Beautifly Bug Flying
#017 #268 Cascoon Cascoon Bug
#018 #269 Dustox Dustox Bug Poison
#019 #270 Lotad Lotad Water Grass
#020 #271 Lombre Lombre Water Grass
#021 #272 Ludicolo Ludicolo Water Grass
#022 #273 Seedot Seedot Grass
#023 #274 Nuzleaf Nuzleaf Grass Dark
#024 #275 Shiftry Shiftry Grass Dark
#025 #276 Taillow Taillow Normal Flying
#026 #277 Swellow Swellow Normal Flying
#027 #278 Wingull Wingull Water Flying
#028 #279 Pelipper Pelipper Water Flying
#029 #280 Ralts Ralts Psychic Fairy
#030 #281 Kirlia Kirlia Psychic Fairy
#031 #282 Gardevoir Gardevoir Psychic Fairy
#032 #283 Surskit Surskit Bug Water
#033 #284 Masquerain Masquerain Bug Flying
#034 #285 Shroomish Shroomish Grass
#035 #286 Breloom Breloom Grass Fighting
#036 #287 Slakoth Slakoth Normal
#037 #288 Vigoroth Vigoroth Normal
#038 #289 Slaking Slaking Normal
#042 #290 Nincada Nincada Bug Ground
#043 #291 Ninjask Ninjask Bug Flying
#044 #292 Shedinja Shedinja Bug Ghost
#045 #293 Whismur Whismur Normal
#046 #294 Loudred Loudred Normal
#047 #295 Exploud Exploud Normal
#048 #296 Makuhita Makuhita Fighting
#049 #297 Hariyama Hariyama Fighting
#054 #298 Azurill Azurill Normal Fairy
#060 #299 Nosepass Nosepass Rock
#061 #300 Skitty Skitty Normal
#062 #301 Delcatty Delcatty Normal
#068 #302 Sableye Sableye Dark Ghost
#069 #303 Mawile Mawile Steel Fairy
#070 #304 Aron Aron Steel Rock
#071 #305 Lairon Lairon Steel Rock
#072 #306 Aggron Aggron Steel Rock
#076 #307 Meditite Meditite Fighting Psychic
#077 #308 Medicham Medicham Fighting Psychic
#078 #309 Electrike Electrike Electric
#079 #310 Manectric Manectric Electric
#080 #311 Plusle Plusle Electric
#081 #312 Minun Minun Electric
#086 #313 Volbeat Volbeat Bug
#087 #314 Illumise Illumise Bug
#094 #315 Roselia Roselia Grass Poison
#095 #316 Gulpin Gulpin Poison
#096 #317 Swalot Swalot Poison
#097 #318 Carvanha Carvanha Water Dark
#098 #319 Sharpedo Sharpedo Water Dark
#099 #320 Wailmer Wailmer Water
#100 #321 Wailord Wailord Water
#101 #322 Numel Numel Fire Ground
#102 #323 Camerupt Camerupt Fire Ground
#105 #324 Torkoal Torkoal Fire
#110 #325 Spoink Spoink Psychic
#111 #326 Grumpig Grumpig Psychic
#114 #327 Spinda Spinda Normal
#116 #328 Trapinch Trapinch Ground
#117 #329 Vibrava Vibrava Ground Dragon
#118 #330 Flygon Flygon Ground Dragon
#119 #331 Cacnea Cacnea Grass
#120 #332 Cacturne Cacturne Grass Dark
#121 #333 Swablu Swablu Normal Flying
#122 #334 Altaria Altaria Dragon Flying
#123 #335 Zangoose Zangoose Normal
#124 #336 Seviper Seviper Poison
#125 #337 Lunatone Lunatone Rock Psychic
#126 #338 Solrock Solrock Rock Psychic
#127 #339 Barboach Barboach Water Ground
#128 #340 Whiscash Whiscash Water Ground
#129 #341 Corphish Corphish Water
#130 #342 Crawdaunt Crawdaunt Water Dark
#131 #343 Baltoy Baltoy Ground Psychic
#132 #344 Claydol Claydol Ground Psychic
#133 #345 Lileep Lileep Rock Grass
#134 #346 Cradily Cradily Rock Grass
#135 #347 Anorith Anorith Rock Bug
#136 #348 Armaldo Armaldo Rock Bug
#140 #349 Feebas Feebas Water
#141 #350 Milotic Milotic Water
#142 #351 Castform Castform Normal
#142 #351 Castform Castform Fire
#142 #351 Castform Castform Water
#142 #351 Castform Castform Ice
#145 #352 Kecleon Kecleon Normal
#146 #353 Shuppet Shuppet Ghost
#147 #354 Banette Banette Ghost
#148 #355 Duskull Duskull Ghost
#149 #356 Dusclops Dusclops Ghost
#150 #357 Tropius Tropius Grass Flying
#151 #358 Chimecho Chimecho Psychic
#152 #359 Absol Absol Dark
#160 #360 Wynaut Wynaut Psychic
#171 #361 Snorunt Snorunt Ice
#172 #362 Glalie Glalie Ice
#173 #363 Spheal Spheal Ice Water
#174 #364 Sealeo Sealeo Ice Water
#175 #365 Walrein Walrein Ice Water
#176 #366 Clamperl Clamperl Water
#177 #367 Huntail Huntail Water
#178 #368 Gorebyss Gorebyss Water
#179 #369 Relicanth Relicanth Water Rock
#183 #370 Luvdisc Luvdisc Water
#187 #371 Bagon Bagon Dragon
#188 #372 Shelgon Shelgon Dragon
#189 #373 Salamence Salamence Dragon Flying
#190 #374 Beldum Beldum Steel Psychic
#191 #375 Metang Metang Steel Psychic
#192 #376 Metagross Metagross Steel Psychic
#193 #377 Regirock Regirock Rock
#194 #378 Regice Regice Ice
#195 #379 Registeel Registeel Steel
#196 #380 Latias Latias Dragon Psychic
#197 #381 Latios Latios Dragon Psychic
#198 #382 Kyogre Kyogre Water
#199 #383 Groudon Groudon Ground
#200 #384 Rayquaza Rayquaza Dragon Flying
#201 #385 Jirachi Jirachi Steel Psychic
#202 #386 Deoxys Deoxys Psychic
#202 #386 Deoxys Deoxys Psychic
#202 #386 Deoxys Deoxys Psychic
#202 #386 Deoxys Deoxys Psychic
Generation IV
Sdex Ndex MS Pokémon Type
#001 #387 Turtwig Turtwig Grass
#002 #388 Grotle Grotle Grass
#003 #389 Torterra Torterra Grass Ground
#004 #390 Chimchar Chimchar Fire
#005 #391 Monferno Monferno Fire Fighting
#006 #392 Infernape Infernape Fire Fighting
#007 #393 Piplup Piplup Water
#008 #394 Prinplup Prinplup Water
#009 #395 Empoleon Empoleon Water Steel
#010 #396 Starly Starly Normal Flying
#011
poison of a heart is,
poison of a stone
a step of poison is,
a step of a stone
a poison stone is,
a poison heart
a poison stone is,

a step of a heart
step is stepped of a heart
step is stepped of a poison
paradise is a stepping paradise
paradise is a stepping poison
a stone is a paradise of stone
a stone is a paradise of a stepping paradise

a poison of paradise is a poison of stone
paradise is paradise poison of stone
poison by heart is poison by stone
poison by heart is poison by paradise
step of a heart is step of a stone
step of a heart is step of a poison
step of a heart is step of a paradise
my writing is called philosophical writing. i only uses middle ages words,words liked gracious,extravaganza,etc… this poem is about time is a beginning of a stepping paradise. i don’t add capitalization’s on my writing.
Classified Mar 2014
As the poison ran through her veins
She started to lose control
Couldn't breathe
Couldn't talk
Couldn't move
Couldn't think about anything else.
The worst part is that she poisoned herself.

But she won't die, nor will she be okay.
Because this poison is a different kind.

The poison is hopelessness
Being let down
Negative thinking
This poison is her own creation
Specific to her
And the people she cares about can poison her just as easily as they can breathe.


Now she's sitting
Motionless
Speechless
Thoughtless
Breathless
Because the poison has circulated
And it's reached her heart.

But she won't die, nor will she be okay
Because this poison is a different kind.

She physically feels sick
She wants to die
To **** herself
To cut
Drink
Drown
Hang
Shoot
Break
And cry
But she can't.

Because this poison has paralysed her.

This poinsion has taken away
her will to breathe, not her breath itself.
Her will to move, not her mobility itself.
Her will to talk, not her speech itself.
But it has replaced every thought with that of a blade
Or a rope
Or a gun
Or a bottle
Or a pill
Or a lake
Or a building


This poison has polluted we mind and mingled with her blood. The will to **** is a part of her now and there is nothing she can do to escape that.

Despite wanting to sleep for eternity six foot under
This poison cannot **** her
Only she can
And she is close
And willing
And weak enough to attempt.

She cannot think of anything else
And it's all her fault

She created this
She started it all.
If she had succeeded last year, she wouldn't be around to have created this poison.

So until she has hit rock bottom and has a chance at succeeding
She will try to drown her demons
Suffocate her demons
Bleed herself dry of the poison
Consume enough alcohol to alter the poison

But she won't die, nor will she be okay
Because this is a different kind of poison
And she is already dead inside.
This just happened. Sorry it's a crap piece.

P.S. feelings ****.
Mike Hauser Jul 2017
There's a lot of people in denial tonight
With the poison of pride
There's a lot of people not questioning why
Because of the poison of pride
They think that they know
You can't tell them so
They swallow it whole
The poison of pride

There's a lot of people that you can find
With the poison of pride
There's a lot of people in trouble tonight
Because of the poison of pride
They don't really know
It's a cancer that grows
That wont let them go
The poison of pride

There's a lot of people fighting tonight
With the poison of pride
There's a lot of people dying tonight
Because of the poison of pride
Bitter is the taste
Too little too late
When you come face to face
The poison of pride

There's a lot of people with no idea tonight
They have the poison of pride
There's a lot of people lying tonight
Because of the poison of pride
If they ever saw
Pride comes before the fall
And to think they thought they knew it all
The poison of pride
Robin Carretti Aug 2018
Earth
Worth
Darth
*  777* Goth
Whats worse both
Even Steven Universe
Will I ever find

  *Peace
/ Curse

Coming to terms with
Cancer doesn't care
Did Heaven
become
A disease ending up
Absolutely nowhere

Lotto like death
Poison mushroom
Exit button mushroom
Alarm
Claustrophobic
Thanks for space

Comic.com race
Demonic
Shrooming
Baby mushroom
cooing
Fantasy Island of
Alice in Wonderland
mushrooms to chew
Rabbit hole stew
What a mush
washy of lush
Being taken
Stroke of a brush
All our money-losing
Clouds white and brown
chairs
One mans poison Pubs is
cute baby cubs pleasure
Moving Buffy slayer City
Jungle  Jane single
Poison *** in the city

Pollution give me

My London Fog
Poisoning mushroom
The Prince the princess
being kissed by a frog
What! the magic mushroom?
for migraines
Herbal cure
medicinal
remedy taking planes

LSD healing drive
Mushroom for the brain
The Godly tribe


Trees are being
chopped down
Everything from
generation
Handed down
Laughing stock of
Computer clowns
I am not feeling the vibe

Shitake what does it take
Like a fungus

Tasting someone's poison
Mushroom soup he is
wearing his graduate cap
What a mushroom head

Ladies of Venus group
Coastal storm in my
wedding bed

Riders of the storm
Stan the evil door or
Jimmy Morrison
Nicole with her Kidman
Are you kidding me
I am assuming
The good earth
Is being devoured
Every hour I feel
like writing
Who is buying mushrooms
Slivered like a snake
Making room for Go Daddy
Poisonous suits of Grooms

Healing hand is
Godly skywriting
The silence of
the Lamb
Moms Lambchops
Steamed fresh mushrooms
Stranded with most
expensive lipstick
Money withdrawal
My Drugs like a
good book fictional

Only in my dreams
Did I ever see poison
mushrooms
Something is being
planted in my showroom

Artwork Arsenic and lace
Whole place faces of mushrooms
Homemade Butternut squash
Nose of a button mushroom
  Near the vegetable
Stand his hand
lands he started
Eating my mushroom's
Marsala mushroom
sauce
Grilled Chicken and
bacon salad overload
of mushrooms
I never promised you
a rose garden
In our College Dorm
Pool games no drugs
of mushroom

Trees and Snow White
poison apple she is cute
as a button
Throwing apples compared
To oranges who would
be glad they got stuck
with poison
mushroom
Good earth what is possible

Poison brain watching
Cable whats accountable
Midterms all nasty germs
The world is poisoning
our mind brainwashed
I left one nasty mushroom
behind I won't bite
Poison is everywhere if you let it come your way it is in our plants it is the way a person galavants how the time flew. I don't even have money to buy the most expensive shoe. I see a lot of mushroom gravy  Mom make homemade gravy every Sunday Its an Italian thing. We rarely have mushrooms  He always dresses like little boy blue this is not a fairytale we feel poisoned by so many things even watch out poison mushrooms better not be in your meal
the money is like a drug but got poisoned
Aodhán Corr Jan 2014
What’s your poison, Judas?
Manhattan! I find myself now an integral component of the strangest coalition of strangers anyone could possibly imagine, from all different countries and backgrounds and walks of life, now wandering about, underneath and in and out of the streets and back alleys of this city of sin, from the fish markets to the brothels--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Irish Coffee! Never before has there been a better time to wake up, fling open the shutters of the musty, ancient houses on Main Street and smell the gorgeous plainness of the morning breeze in spring laced with simple undertones of violets and honey and dew all contained in a material essence of the awe-inspiring wonder of this perfect, elegant world--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Sidecar! Here I am riding with the king of kings to the great stone castle atop the hill with the peach trees and the plum trees and the juniper bushes out back that holds luxurious ***** in the luxurious ballroom every Saturday evening where all the loveliest of girls come to drink and dance and to rendezvous to the frozen pond on the edge of the property--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Old Fashioned! Those smug supercilious charlatans way down by the river at the old boys’ club with their tailored suits and their waxed mustaches all get mighty offended every time some young gun with an hopeful persuasion tries to stir the ***, tries to just start a ripple, dips his raw, gentle hand in the bowl for a measly ******* second--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Planter’s Punch! You’d think that we were common thieves by the way that we’ve been received lately, brutally being beaten like insolent slaves, earning scars on my back and my hands as punishment for speaking my mind, and sharing the wisdom I’ve been given while I toil in this unrelenting desert sun, hungry, poor and fatigued--

What’s your poison, Judas?
French 75! Tormented by the cruel pangs of doubt in the face of adversity, I wish day in and day out that I could keep the faith in this enterprise I had when we first began, but the suffering has become simply too miserable to bear any longer and I now feel a tremor in my bone marrow that urges me towards the rebellion on the horizon like a yellow-bellied turncoat--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Whiskey Sour! The air may be cold, and the winds may whip with biting fervor, but with every breath I desperately drag into my heavy, tar-coated lungs to cleanse myself with icy purity this bitter taste still refuses to surrender or concede, and my villainous mouth remains a moist, infectious cesspool harboring the basest of vicious, vile vermin and crawling roaches--

What’s your poison, Judas?
****** Mary! You could scrub the callous palm clean off of my left hand with a hideous clump of rusty, jagged steel wool and wash the wound through and through with vinegar and Borax and this cursed, godforsaken spot on my conscience and on my very soul wouldn’t fade a half of an inch, only sink itself deeper in the flesh and shoot out its brutal clawlike hooks--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Jack Rose! The sorry ******* ******* was doomed, ******, destined for the doghouse from his first innocent and infantile breath, but after thirty good years I had to be the unlucky one the powers chose to fulfill the predictions of the powers' sons, I had to put the leaded bullet in his bleeding back, I had to pull the devilish trigger, and testify--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Last Word! Is there nothing you can do to please just take it far away from me, where I can’t see it, where I can’t even imagine it, where it might as well not even exist, where someone who needs it can have it, where that someone is anybody with a lick of morality, anybody but a back-stabbing, treasonous, perverted, weaseling, ****-of-the-earth Benedict--

What’s your poison, Judas?
Wine with gall.
Aidan Corr Olsen (c) 2014
stephanie May 2019
The outside of the China teacup,
Chipped and cracked but still standing up,
Straight
Vines wrap round the China glass like hands wrap round my throat
Bottom bears coffee stains and teabag remains, like a sad girl who bears her scars
Brim has a special need for a lips touch
like a middle schooler has for lunch

Today,
It holds a special type of poison
The type of poison that hurts before you drink it
The type of poison that isn’t really poison poison
But the type of poison that you pour inside me
and the sad thing is
is that I love your poison
And I’ll drink your poison everyday until you stop giving me poison to drink
Jay Dee Jun 2016
More poison please.
It makes me forget everything.
Poison.

I need it so the sad will go away.
You are my poison.
Whether or not I choose to be forgiven.
Poison.

You have never let me down.
Poison you will always be arround.
Poison.

I love thee.
You make me free.
You are my.
I am you.
Poison.

You are so bad.
But how can something so bad.
Feel so good.
It must be.
Poison.

For thou is far beyond thy.
Past the sky.
Into the unknown.
Is where you take me.
But this time I can't go.
Poison.



-Jennifer DeAngelo
Copyrighted 2016
Interpret however u want.
Athena Jan 2018
I drink it down, and I feel happy
I sway on my feet, and the music makes me dance
My mouth tastes of fire and ice, the air around me of sweat and heat
I stumble over words and slur when I introduce myself
But, God, I feel so good
I sip away my anger, my sadness
And it makes me feel so much better than I did before
Some say that you can pick your poison
I have to disagree
My poison picked me
It picked me up and threw me around
Made me feel emotions on an entirely different level
Muted me and made me loud all at the same time
And oh, how I loved that sweet abuse
My poison made me feel special
Made me think about how I couldn't hear my thoughts
Made them loud and quiet at the same time
Made me realize that you actually can't change the volume of your thoughts
I smiled, and people looked at me like a gem, because I was taking off my shirt
And dancing on a table
And when I tripped over my own feet, my poison made me escape the shame
I laughed along with everyone else, because my poison told me it was fine
My kind of Poison made me wake up early and puke all my good feelings into a porcelain bowl
My kind of Poison gave me headaches that you could hear for miles
My kind of Poison left me smelling like sweat and stomach acid
But, God, did it feel good
Dr Peter Lim Sep 2017
They would kiss or drink
mindless of the risk-- reason
retreats as passion sweeps--
poison--what poison?

They mock the bystanders
'ours to pick is the very season
for we live to cheat and devour
poison--what poison?

Our creed is to take--no mistake-
we mind no other opinion
we are the Super-people- the new breed
poison--what poison?

Once all power we have seized
those who oppose us will be tried for treason
we make and execute the laws, we control the courts
if this is poison, we call it 'sweet poison!'.
Phantom Poet Jul 2018
love is a poison,
the most cliché line ever,
but it is as true as the sun,
love is a deadly poison,
so strong it has to be shared,
when two share it,
it becomes flared,
when two feel it,
they trust each other,
because both consumed the poison,
there is trust,
and together the pain,
becomes something beautiful and romantic,
and the pain becomes aesthetic,
it is like a drug then,
but love cannot be consumed by one,
one person cannot handle it alone,
the poison is too strong for one person,
it will destroy the person,
break him from inside,
eat up his feelings,
turn him into darkness,
make his life a mess,
increase anxiety and stress,
it is a slow effect but effective nonetheless,
and at one point the mind and heart,
cannot take it anymore,
they decide to break themselves apart,
and now from inside,
the poison has affected the outside,
scars on the hand,
cigarettes on the floor,
a one way ticket to death's door,
waiting for sweet release,
a bottle of cheap ***,
drink to forget,
to forget the pain of this poison,
fingers itching to hold the Glock,
to **** it,
all this is because,
one person had to deal with,
a tempting poison,
called love.
Naptural Mermaid Aug 2018
Poison Ivy.
I must admit, I always questioned your ability to reciprocate the love that I deserve.
History has it that your charm and poison has a way of shinning through to people just like the way you got me.

Poison Ivy.
What was it that lured me to you? I think it was the way you pulled me in. As gentle as a dove and as wise as serpent. With every smell, every touch, as innocent as they appeared you took my breathe away.

Poison Ivy.
Will my last words ever be as sensual as your first touch? Did my eyes light up as my adrenaline rushed? Poison, friendship, love.... these words have become mundane and such.

Poison Ivy.
Will you still care for me? Is it better that we’re no longer friends? Even after I’ve chosen to die  and become vulnerable for you?
Annika J Mar 2019
I live on a poison called privilege
First fed to me at my birth
To white, middle-class, educated parents
Who have worked so hard to keep me
Safe and happy
I have been fed this poison
For many years
And over time
I have grown ashamed of it

I feel guilty
For what I am
My pale skin dripping
With idiotic power
Fed to me
On a silver spoon
I feel guilty
Of my smooth road
Feeling awful
For those who have to walk
Different roads

But I am too weak
For a harsher road
So many people are out there
With strong character
Willpower
Motivation
Work ethic
And I have yet to grow in these areas
I do not fare well outside of my comfort zone
And so I continue to take this elixir
That weakens me
And keeps me alive

I watch this poison spread
From the mouths of others
Who have taken it
Hurting those
Who have not tasted this poison
More than
The poison hurts those
Who drink it regularly
I watch this poison
Cut down people's lives
Simply due to a difference in melanin
Or family
Or identity
Or any of a numerous amount of factors

I guess the best I can do
Is resist the toxins
And keep going
Try and make a difference
Try and find an antidote
Try and help those who need it
And be grateful
For the gift of this poison
Earlier today I saw this AMAZING performance called "Uninvited Girl" that really hit me, and if you ever have the chance to see it, I highly recommend it.
Chuck Kean Dec 2021
Yet Venomous Is The Lie


    William J Donovan wrote and I quote
                                 Poison

                           Truth is poison
                             This monster’s
                              Back in town
                            Stay away from
                        My door. don’t come
                       Around here no more.
                    Shut the windows down.
                         Poison is the truth.

This is my reply at the risk of miss interpretation. After reading it twice
I feel his anger in what seems to be about
A good love gone bad. The truth is deadly
It’s over so don’t come around love bites
And love kills, the truth is poison and poison is the truth.  I hope that I am right.

I’m gonna work a different angle
Go in opposite direction but his words
Are the inspiration.

     Yet Venomous Is the Lie

    Poison is the truth
The truth is poison, this is our life
Today’s world, today’s problems
This is today’s strife

What’s good is evil
What’s right is what’s wrong
We’re living in turmoil
We don’t hear the lyrics in the song

The Devil in this time, he reigns
For he is the master deceiver
Oh Lord please have mercy
For the non believer

For they let themselves be tricked
They cannot see through the disguise
What they see is their truth
But blind are their eyes

I pray that they soon realize
The reality before they die
Truth is not poison
Yet Venomous is the lie

Written By: Charles Kean
Copyright © 12/04/2021
All rights reserved
Chuck Kean
Poison is not the truth and the truth
Is not poison yet venomous is the lie and
The great deceiver will always disguise the
lie in the way of the truth, therefore
It can seem like you've been bitten by the
poisonous truth but underneath the
disguise it was nothing more than the
venomous lie.
Nicole Corea May 2015
I was a caterpillar ,
before I became a butterfly .
The pain I had to endure in order to transform into the beauty I am today .
This is my tale .

In the forest there was,
My cocoon wrapped in the finest silk,
With a power to live in a colorful world.
To dream and conquer goals.
A Vivacious soul spinning in the purest silk
Growing and maturing as I spun.
Wishing for freedom with my beautiful wings,
Counting the days to be free and soar
as a lively butterfly
until
You winded into my community
Lured my queen and her uneven monarch.
Tempted to sabotage my purity.
For that you,
Lured yourself into my vulernable cocoon
with that trust,
you decided to disrupt my process.
How can one man ruin my nesting site?
And I had faith in you ,
to be a figure
I never had.
I wanted.
My heart ached for it.
I needed it.
To be loved .
To be nurtured.
To never be like those stray dogs
looking for a home.
This was the moment .
Where....
Innocence stripped, heart captured.
My Freedom gone.
You were naive to comprehend
On what you were doing...
You would stab my cocoon
with your sickening poison .
Over and over you stabbed .
Ruptured the veins of my innocence .
To break my finest silk .
Purity banished.
Stabbing your poison was
Making my cocoon
useless ,
worthless ,
unwanted,
colorless,
I tried to run and I tried to scream
but I was devoured by this poison
It was the love I deserve.
Couldn't escape , numb to the pain
For every poison injected, I began to
Question God?
Where was he ?
when I shed out a tear of help.
Where was he?
when my cocoon was destroyed.
Was I loved God?
when I muffled help in your name.
I hated myself ,
I stay in my cocoon
afraid to see my future.
I wasn't going to be a beautiful butterfly
Battered Butterfly
My life seemed to be colorless
No one wants a battered butterfly
My life....
It seemed it had ended
when poison sunk onto my helpless body .
No one wants a battered butterfly
Imprisoned to these chains.
Being poisoned every night by different
Predators.
Oh God....
Those predators ...
Battered lifeless little butterfly
Was I ever loved in my nesting site?
But then again nobody loves a battered butterfly
How can I reach to heaven when
I was worthless.
Believed I was a vile *****.
Tricked into a poison of hell.
Battered Ugly Butterfly
***** Little butterfly.
There was no light in tunnel
There was no holes in my silk
To escape this poisonous nest.
Why?
Because I believe nobody wants save a battered butterfly
How can the man I trusted ruined me.
I thought you could be the one to complete my lovely monarch .
To complete the missing piece.
But you continued to misuse me.
To haunt me.
To barricade my heart
To own my soul
But one thing I can truly say
You never once won over me.
You never imprinted my change.
I endured your pain
That was a sign of God
To show me what strength I am capable of.
That was the light that I found,
You had no control to inflict pain anymore.
Because I became impervious to your pain.


I am a beautiful butterfly
reigning over my monarch
with no thought of you.
**That is my freedom
Speaking out on my ****** abuse
Trinity Key Dec 2014
Kiss me with poison
That poison we call love
Poison each other's purity
Like two dying doves

We'll hit it off with all this poison
Drugged up till we hit the next town
And when we both decide it's over
That poison will bring both of us down.
Love is harmful, beware.
B Elizabeth G Jun 2017
You are poison
You're love is ****
An apple with a kiss of death
Knowing **** well it will **** me quick
Still I bite to get my fix

The first taste upon my lips
So sweet and succulent, heavenly bliss
Slowly your poison creeps through my veins
Till my snow white skin is left blood stained

Sooner or later comes an antidote
A will to be happy that brings me a float
I cast away your rotten core
Telling myself I'll love you no more

Days go by and there you sit
A "brand new" apple with no holes in it
Suddenly all the cravings creep through
And again I take a bite of you

Willingly I poison myself with your kiss
Hoping this time it will be true bliss
Sadly it only ends all the same
With my heart in small pieces and only me to blame

You are poison
Your love is ****
An apple with a kiss of death
Knowing **** well it will **** me quick
I'll always take a bite to get my fix
To the man whom I'll never be able to stop loving

~B
Ete Sep 2011
Drugs.
Illegal drugs.
Marijuana, *******, ecstasy, mushrooms, LSD.
All taken by the governments.
And they picked the right drugs to take away from us.

Drugs can be a very good thing as they can also be a very bad thing.

Because with drugs,
one can get closer to what is real, as,
one can get further away to what is real.

Everybody carries the freedom to explore and experiment with what ever they want.

But the governments do not want people to experiment with them-selves and with these substances.

The governments want to keep things organized in their own chosen structure so that they can control people.

And they know that drugs can actually help and be useful.

They know that drugs can be used for spiritual practices and that in these practices one can become a realized man of truth.

Every drug gives you a different effect,
a different experience,
and as you experience the effect of which ever drug,
this will bring about an opportunity to encounter reality.

Because when one sees what is NOT real,
one begins to see what IS real.

Drugs allow you,
the opportunity,
to realize that you are the observer behind the experience.



Marijuana is such an amazing substance,
such an amazing plant.

It brings upon such deep relaxation.

And when one is "high",
present is the opportunity to understand the simplicity of what is truly happening:
that the body and mind are becoming still,
your body feels lighter and more at ease.

Here,
in this state,
it could be easier to watch and recognize your true self.

Your body and mind are elevated by the effects of marijuana,
and if you become very silent and you close your eyes and you stay there,
and you start watching and experiencing,
you might just feel as if you are separate from the body and mind,
and though the body and mind feel so relaxed,
you are somewhere else,
very very still.

Trying **** can change your whole view and perspective towards life.

The simple act of doing something that is illegal,
gives you a sense of freedom.

It can amplify and support the freedom that you have.

There are other drugs,
stronger more intense drugs like ecstasy.

Here is another opportunity to experience a different feeling in the body.

Ecstasy is a little bit riskier and more harmful to the body.

It provokes an amazing feeling called ecstasy.

Though many are not aware,
we all already carry that feeling within us.

One just needs to activate it.

The pill simply skips the whole meditation and takes one straight to  ecstasy.

If you have ever tried ecstasy,
wonder and contemplate the following question:
what happens when in ecstasy...??

When one is  on ecstasy,
there is nothing more but the present moment.

You are totally IN the moment,
you are extremely happy IN the present moment,
you are feeling everything IN the present moment,
you see everything,
hear everything.

You become so utterly loving.

You start sharing your love,
and this brings even more ecstasy.

If you are highly aware and alert,
it will not take too many pills to realize that though you get this awesome feeling of ecstasy,
there is also a bad,
sometimes horrible,
side to it:
When your body doesn't feel healthy with it.



The mushroom is a very,
very,
revealing drug.

Natural to begin with,
And very revealing.

Because the mushroom is a poison,
when the poison is in you,
in a very subtle way,
you experience a slow form of death.

If one eats a sufficient amount of mushrooms,
one might just poison oneself to death.

But when one consumes just a little bit,
One goes threw this interesting experience.

The body recognizes that this is a source of poison,
and with its own intelligence,
it tries to get rid of the mushroom.

So one might **** it, or,
one might ***** it.

The point is that it is a poison.

And as one experiences this poison inside one's body,
because one is coming closer to death,
one is coming closer to life also.

In that moment,
again it happens,
that there is only THAT moment.

You do not care about anything else because you are so in-to that moment.

You feel so connected to nature and the environment,
as if you are one with it all.

And here,
once again,
another opportunity to realize that you are not the one who is experiencing the whole trip,
but that you are the one who is watching the experiencer.

And if you are watching the body-mind go threw this whole process,
you can not be the body-mind.

So it does not matter whether you die or you don't in that moment,
because in that moment you can free yourself from the idea of death.



LSD is the greatest one of them all.
Because LSD does not give  a feeling of being poisoned.

LSD enhances all senses,
one can feel ten times more,
one can see ten times better, hear, taste, etc..

All of ones senses are amplified.

And again ,
this is simply just another opportunity to realize that one is far away as the witnessing presence to what is happening to the body-mind and to the senses.

When you experiment with all these drugs,
and you realize that you are  just the watcher of it all and not the experimenter,
you will not keep experimenting with them.

Because like i said,
drugs can get you closer to the truth,
to what is real.

And once one realizes certain truths like:
one is not the body,
one is not the experiencer,
one will realize deeper truths like:
one is with no form just a watcher,
a witness.

And having gone beyond all drugs and experiences,
one will not continue using drugs,
since one is aware that they will only harm the body.

It does not matter what drug one does,
one has already known the truth about ones self.

The only new thing in a new drug,
would be the new experience,
the new feelings,
the new emotions that come about.

But when one sees that one is greater than all these things,
one realizes,
that thou the body-mind is affected by the effects of drugs,
ones true self is not affected by any-thing.

Your true self does not change at all,
it remains the same,
always,
that peaceful awareness.

If you are not aware and alert,
you will start doing drugs and you will start to get lost in them.

You will get lost in your own mind,
in your own "reality",
in your own projection of life.


I get the feeling that the governments know about the potential transformation that drugs can bring to a person.

Because of this,
they have made all these substances illegal.

Not only because of economical reasons.

But also,
so that people remain firm and steady in the manner and in the way that they want you to be.

They do not want you to experience all these extra-ordinary experiences.

They want to keep you straight in THEIR straight line.

They do not want you to go drifting in-to these realizations.

Beause you might just awaken yourself threw them and realize that you are totally free.

And how then can a fully realized individual be ruled?
Dawn Treader Jun 2017
Socrates consumed Hemlock,
Cleopatra embraced the Asp,
Alan Turing ate an apple laced with cyanide,
I, like those before me,
Have picked my poison;
An absinthe-eyed, quicksilver-tongued boy.
He was unsettled when I answered with the truth of his query,
Yes, he is poison,
I knowingly and willingly consume every drop of him,
Not all toxicity is solely adverse,
Radiation treats cancer,
Venom in low doses is an antidote,
Ethanol relaxes muscle and numbs the emotions.
He is my poison and my antidote,
He is the corrosive acid that dissolves gear-stopping rust,
I, in kind, am the poison apple of his eye,
Or so he says,
And so, we two, bask in the destruction of ourselves,
Consuming each other's pain, insecurity, madness, and lust,
Why is it that he, a poison, is the one I trust?
Two toxic individuals clinging to each other. Perhaps there's nothing better he can find.
Poison
Poison
Poison
Poison

Poison running through my veins
Poison
Poison
Poison

Poison
Poison running through my veins
My blood is venom
It's poison

Toxic to the touch
Deadly to the touch
If you burn me up
The toxic fumes will **** you soon enough

Poison
Poison
Poison
Poison running through my veins

It's toxic
It'll **** you
So if I'm bleeding stay away
Don't want you to die from the poison in my veins
Hazel Hirsch Feb 2015
Love is Poison
is Poison Love
Poison Love is
Love Poison is
is Love Poison
Poison is Love
Nicole Dawn May 2015
They say crying releases toxins
From your brain.
That's what makes you feel better.
Well, as a walking poison,
I must need to keep those toxins.
Maybe if I hold them in,
My poison won't spread.

Or maybe,
My poison is a bomb.
Collecting those toxins,
Until
     It
         Explodes

And kills those closest to me.

So maybe the only way to save them,
Is to leave them.
But what if that kills me?
And then I explode.
My poison killing them then?

I guess my poison is uncontrollable,
Uncontainable.
But I suppose I'll keep trying anyway.
Sometimes I think it would be so much easier for everyone if I simply hadn't been born.
i Apr 2014
people are poison.
you are a poison.
i am a poison.
a lethal poison,
that kills everybody
and everything.
so perhaps,
i should stay away
from you,
and you should
stay away
from me
.
haley Jan 2018
you,
you are poison ivy.
growing in my heart, sprouting first as a little bud at the base and then wrapping your tendrils and vines around tighter and tighter until I can barely breathe.

you are poison ivy
itching at the disassembled strands of my affections and i want to tear my chest open, pluck off the petals of my heart, hands coated in pollen and
tell you
there are no more petals
left to give.

you are poison ivy
you still spread your arms around me, reaching for more that i can give, lathering my pollen into every crevice of your poison skin.

you are a silver bulb and I am the moth that attaches to it, shadowing your every move,
the way your fork always grazes your plate before
you
set it down.
The way you run your fingers over the delicate arch of your ear or how you draw the sides of your books close together when you read,
as if trying to pull the
literature close to your body, letting it seep into your naked eyelids.

I wish i was that literature.

There was a whole new garden of emotions, of loss and sorrow sprouting delicately at my fingertips and
you
were not aware and
now all i want is to uproot my garden and start again.

you are poison ivy

and i can't stand you, that itching that feels like screaming and ripping and scarring

You were an itch that i scratched over and over until i bled

and once the bleeding had stopped and the cuts had scabbed over
I itched it again

and

again

and

again.
Elise Oct 2013
By nature, I run.
By nature I push you away.
Please, make me stop.
Don’t let me push you.
Let me see you.

But I love this world.
It tastes so sweet.

It is the poison that I love…
the poison the I can’t live without,
the poison that is killing my soul,
the poison the has me chained.

I don’t want to be chained.
I want to be free.

But I don’t care about anything anymore.
I enjoy being dead inside.
Its all I know.
It feels comfortable.

I don’t want to be free.
But I want to be free.
But I don’t want to fight anymore.
I was to lay in my mire,
lay in my *****.

It is my safety blanket soaked in poison.
It is my strength.
It feeds my body while draining every drop from me.
I am dying.
But I want to die…
mikev Jul 2016
Poison, poison
she used to tell me I was poison
to everyone, but to her
I was medicine
ah we met in sin
about six drinks in
she used to whisper smirk I was perfect
with red cheeks
tip of your tongue in between teeth
I was an open book
she used to call to say goodnight
and call to say I'm poison
and used to call to cry and tell me she's sick
she used to call and tell me I make it better
she used to call
she used to call
she used to call me poison
And now the phone doesn't move
like the eyes of an insect out of reach,
I'm poison.
There lies a poison, that runs so deep.
It dwells within, in the darkest hue,
A lethal venom, my poison is you.

Your allure so strong, I can't escape.
A toxic addiction, I can't undo,
Entangled in your web, my poison is you.

With every breath, I inhale your spell,
Into the deep abyss, I quickly fell.
Your touch so electric, my heart beats anew,
Enchanted by your charm, my poison is you.

You're the sweetest ache, consuming my soul,
Leaving me helpless, unable to control.
Intoxicating whispers, I'm tempted to pursue,
Bound by your charm, my poison is you.

I'm aware of the risks, the hazardous chase.
But I find solace in this twisted taboo,
Though it may destroy me, my love for you is true,
Forever entwined, my poison is you.
Pale windows.
The Shackles

"Diplomacy means stroking dogs
Until their muzzles fit."
— Friedrich Nietzsche


Diplomacy, politics,
"Good manners" and hard grind —
All lead the same way. And the whiners
Get crushed to dust, confined.

When muzzles fit, the chains click tight,
The guard dogs prowl around.
The shackles weigh on every mind —
Break free, don’t fear the sound!




---------------------



Black Mark on a Mad World

A black mark brands this world insane —
Stop toiling just for food and rent.
They’ll take it all — a new dictator’s reign,
The **** are always evil’s rent.




---------------------



Walking Among the Masses

No terror breaks you down inside,
If you’re not far from their own kind —
A foolish, pitiful weak mind.



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The Noose Hung Over This World

"You must prepare: either mind to understand,
Or rope to hang yourself by your own hand."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC


If wisdom grows enough to see,
The noose appears — first step to flee.
Decay’s horror chills the brain,
And fools beside you bring the pain.

Understanding starts to rise,
The struggle wakes, the spirit tries.
But strength dissolves in dark’s cold grip —
No slave will make the final trip.

Awareness spirals round and round:
At last you grasp, the fools have bound
The noose that chokes this ruined land —
And all this world is doomed to stand.




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The Noose Hung Over This World

"Prepare yourself: with mind to see,
Or rope to end your misery."
— Antisthenes, 4th century BC


When reason hits — the first step’s death,
Decay’s foul stench steals all your breath.
The fool beside you, enemy close,
In this rot, all hope is lost.

The mind expands, the fight begins,
But strength dissolves, the darkness wins.
No slave can break this hellish bind —
Doomed in shadow, trapped and blind.

The truth spins down in twisted rings:
The noose is made by fools and kings,
Tied tight around this world’s disgrace —
A wreck, a cesspit, a dead place.



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Managing a Bacterial Colony

Like a colony of germs—
An “atomic” solo soul,
But in countless throngs it squirms,
Its goals a cruel control.

They seem to move by choice,
Yet nature hides the strings—
No true free will, no voice,
Just vectors pulling things.

That vector’s coded tight
Within each bio-gear.
A “prosector” out of sight
Directs from far and near—

Leading mute colonies blind
To digital camps they’re sent,
Where strict commands unwind,
And whole swarms face torment.

But not all die away—
They spare the deadliest breed:
The ruthless, sharp and grey,
With spirit drained, no seed...




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Colony Control

Like germs in colonies,
An “atom” lost alone,
But countless, slaves and keys,
Their goals by monsters sewn.

They move as if by choice,
But nature’s just a lie —
No freedom, no true voice,
Just vectors pushing by.

That code’s injected deep,
Inside the bio-slave,
A butcher’s hand will reap,
Their strings pulled by the grave.

A “prosector” commands
From shadows cold and far,
Dragging dumb, mute bands
To camps behind the bar.

There, digital hell waits —
Whole colonies erased.
Only toxic, cruel greats
Survive — their souls debased.

The fiercest, cold and grim,
No spirit left to find,
A new breed born from sin,
Dead hearts, but bodies blind...



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Ruins of Mind

Ruins of mind —
Skeletons of lies,
Darkness swallows
What’s otherwise.

Fools rejoice —
**** thinks for all,
Builds and leads,
Blind to the fall.

The idiot knows not —
Their fate is sealed,
To camps they march —
No mercy revealed...




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Activity and Interaction

Fools were active —
Half the pain.
But INTERACTIVE
Inside that game,

Where chimeras swarm —
A "virtual world"?
Means all is lost —
Fake cheese unfurled.

While real mousetraps snap
In daylight clear.
Skill won’t save you —
It’s the price, my dear,

That they will pay...
Those “platinum” pawns,
Whose “life” costs dearly
Till the Monster dawns.

Mind your head —
This question’s sharp;
Know the game you’re in,
Or be torn apart.




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The Rightness of Effort

Begin with courage, skill, and might—
Finish well what you ignite.
Rushing brings a shallow taste,
Dragging out wastes time and haste.

Rightness in the work you do
Is the pledge that sees it through.
Fools just babble, endless noise,
You who create—half-god, not toys.

Drive yourself to tired bone,
Or rest too much, you’ll reap alone.
Only little gains you’ll see—
Grieve at Death’s inevitability.

Death will weigh and judge it all—
This moment is your rise or fall.
Weakness, lies, and coward’s cries,
Fuel the pain where honor dies.

So be truthful, brave, and strong,
In each task, right every wrong.
Then Death will raise you, not defeat—
And make your passing truly sweet.




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A Mix

A mix of madness and TEMPLATE —
That’s the “mind” of most today.
Why create clones? They replicate—
Billions lost in dull array.

No nature lives within these fiends—
Only STUPIDITY in form,
“Raised” by lies, their fiery means
Wound the soul, a silent storm.

Soulless throngs rise past the sky,
Madness reigns and smothers all.
Wise voices fade, grow faint and shy—
Turning humans into thrall.

This madness grows like avalanche
In a world already spent.
Underneath that crushing branch
We’ll vanish—idiot’s intent.

Idiot worse than **** below,
Through them Evil strikes and tears.
But the fool will never know—
Blinded by his own despairs.




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Militant Stupidity

"To always be right, to charge ahead,
Without a doubt—that’s the great art
By which dull fools the world have led."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair’s heart

Fierce stupidity, no doubt allowed—
Charge forward! I’m the truth, the force!
With brutal shove, break ice and cloud,
Crush stones and barriers off their course.

The path to “success” I always make—
Success alone, immense, supreme!
All else I crush, all foes I break,
Those who oppose? Just sweep—extreme!

If many chase this ruthless way,
Then chaos reigns and madness swells—
A bedlam where the fools hold sway,
And reason dies where terror dwells.



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Clear Vision

To see with clarity —
A danger near,
They’ll twist your mind,
That’s half the fear.

Each hour brings
A haunting sight:
The horror born
Of Strada’s blight —

Unending grief,
A restless ache,
A heavy road
Through Hell to take.




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Collapse

Ideas lined
Like dominos,
Built by a Fiend —
All **** that flows.

Then one shove —
Down to Hell they fall.
Fool stays mute,
While Fiend takes all.




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Collapse

Ideas fall
Like rotten bones—
Built by ****,
Pure **** and stones.

One hard shove—
They crash to Hell.
Fool shuts up—
The ******* fell.




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Religion — The Ideology of Broken Slaves

Pray to your god, the weak and hollow,
For patience, meekness — a wretched pledge.
This keeps you chained in darkness shallow,
Rotting in a fake-*** heaven’s edge.



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Horoscope ******-Viruses

Aries, Cancers... ****** traits!
******-virus, horoscope lies —
You swallow stench and twisted fakes,
A fool beneath the smoggy skies.

Scams herded like a nation's flock,
They multiply, but won’t confess
The damage done inside your clock —
A secret kept by dark distress.

The media's agenda drops
From “high above,” they know the game:
To dull the mind, the **** that props
The rotten crew — you’ll never name.

Clicks and twitches for the “roof” —
Horoscopes among their lies.
Media's all sell their poison proof,
Drowned deep in fog where truth just dies.

Astrology’s a science, sure.
Media's the fake-pseudoscience brand,
A place where lies grow dark and pure —
They eat your brain like spider’s hand.



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Like Locked in a Cage

Crystals form of family’s madness,
When fading lifts the fragile veil.
That veil won’t last — time’s quick to madness,
And nonsense rules where truth grows pale.

Two egos, rigid, cold, and stubborn,
Can’t bend or yield in any fight —
In matters grave, they clash and burden,
Like prisoners trapped, enduring blight.




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Newspeak

They mold the "community" with Newspeak —
A "new" community, they say.
But Newspeak’s damage runs too deep:
It breeds half-men in its sway.




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No Rights for Madness!

No franchise for the crazy —
Burn it down, destroy the scene!
Think you’ll hit the lowest? Lazy —
No rights down there, just flee!

Fall fast, then jump like brute,
Break the bottom, claim your place.
But the depths? They’re absolute —
And madness wins the race.

There’s always lower, lower still,
No rights exist beneath that pit.
Hell draws close with iron will —
And madness grows, won’t quit.




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The World’s Mammon

Mammon worldwide starts to march,
Soon to visit Charon’s shore.
Even he will dread the arch —
And close Hell’s gates once more.

Charon fears — he shuts the pit,
Saving demons from their fate.
Serving edges — this is it,
His grim joy, the Devil’s gate.

Mammon drifts, condemned to sway,
By Hell’s doorstep, doomed to roam.
Vanished soon — a new-born way,
A brand new man to claim the throne.

Through gold and lies, again will rise
That spawn to shake this Earth’s repose.
And bring the tremors, shatter skies —
When Mammon’s dark new chapter grows.



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The World’s Mammon

Mammon’s plague now stalks the earth,
Heading fast to Charon’s gate.
Even Death recoils in wrath —
Hell itself must close its fate.

Charon shudders, shuts the pit,
Saves the demons from the fire.
He who guards the shadow’s grit,
Serves the edge of grim desire.

Mammon writhes, a cursed spawn,
Chains of Hell will hold it tight.
Soon it dies — a new dawn
Breeds a fiend to spread the blight.

Gold and lies, the twisted breed,
Rise again to shake the ground.
Earth will shiver, quake, and bleed —
As Mammon’s doom descends profound.



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World’s Mammon — The Deathspawn

Mammon’s curse has cracked the sky,
Marching straight to Charon’s door.
Death shudders, can’t deny —
Hell’s gates slam forevermore.

Charon cowers, seals the pit,
Saves the demons from the flames.
Darkness grins — the cursed writ,
Serving chaos, hell’s own games.

Mammon writhes, a festering blight,
Tied to Hell’s unholy chains.
Soon it dies — but from the night,
Sprouts new plague to spread the pains.

Gold and lies, the poison seed,
Rise again — the earth will bleed.
Shattered bones and broken breath —
Mammon drags the world to death.




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Mammon’s Rot: The Final Plague

Mammon’s plague — a roaring beast,
Lunging straight at Charon’s feast.
Death recoils — Hell’s gates will slam,
Doomed to burn in death’s cruel jam.

Charon shivers, seals the tomb,
Saves the demons — seals their doom.
Hell’s own servant, chaos’ blade,
Feeds on screams the darkness made.

Mammon writhes in chains of rot,
Suffocates the world with blot.
It will die? No — spawn anew,
Slaughter dressed in lies and glue.

Gold’s false glitter, venom’s seed,
Breeds again to **** and bleed.
Earth will quake beneath the weight —
Mammon drags the world to fate.

In hellfire’s grip the shadows scream,
Feeding on a twisted dream.
All is lost, the soul decays —
Mammon’s curse forever stays.



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Mammon’s Curse — The Abyss Unleashed

Mammon, rot incarnate, slithers vile and fierce,
Dragging Charon’s throne into a blood-soaked pierce.
Death itself recoils in dread and shame,
Hell’s gates slam shut on this corrupted flame.

Charon shudders, seals the ****** domain,
Saving fiends to torment souls again.
Hell’s grim warden, sword of black despair,
Feeding on the cries that choke the air.

Mammon writhes in chains of filthy decay,
Suffocates the world in plague and grey.
Not dead — reborn in filth and lies,
A monstrous spawn beneath poisoned skies.

Gold’s sick glitter, serpent’s seed,
Breeds anew to grind and bleed.
Earth shudders under hellish weight,
Mammon drags all to final fate.

In infernal claws the darkness screams,
Feeding on the last of fractured dreams.
Souls dissolved, bones turned to dust —
Mammon’s curse: eternal rust.

No mercy, no light — only endless night,
A kingdom forged in madness and blight.
Hell is rising, the world’s last breath —
Mammon’s shadow is death’s own death.




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Mammon’s Plague — Abyssal Doom

Mammon rots, a putrid curse,
Slithers forth in hell’s own hearse.
Dragged to Charon’s shadowed pier,
Death recoils — the end is near.

Gates of Hell slam cold and tight,
Demon thralls weep endless night.
Charon grits his bones of rust,
Doomed to guard the cursed dust.

Mammon writhes in chains of slime,
Feeding on a world’s decline.
Not dead, but birthed in filth and bile,
A plague that poisons all with guile.

Gold that gleams with satan’s breath,
Spawns fresh monsters born of death.
Earth convulses, wracked with pain,
Mammon drags the world insane.

Souls devoured, bones crushed to ash,
Hope consumed in hellish crash.
No salvation, no reprieve,
Only darkness left to grieve.

Endless night, no dawn in sight,
A kingdom drowned in blackest blight.
Hell unleashed with cruel intent —
Mammon’s grip: the final end.




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Mammon’s Curse — The Final Abyss

Mammon writhes, a cancer foul,
Dragging worlds beneath his scowl.
Charon’s boat now stained with gore,
Frightened souls beg for no more.

Hell’s gates slam on demon’s screams,
Charon weeps in broken dreams.
Not a savior — warden ******,
Guarding ashes of the ******.

Mammon’s poison seeps like blood,
Turns pure earth to choking mud.
Born from filth, bred in decay,
Feeding on souls led astray.

Gold’s false glow, a serpent’s tongue,
Spawns new fiends, forever young.
Earth convulses, wracked with dread,
While the living crawl with dead.

Bones crushed under endless weight,
Hope extinguished, crushed by fate.
No salvation, none to find,
Only darkness — cruel, unkind.

Night eternal, no escape,
Worlds consumed in blackened shape.
Hell unleashed, the final breath,
Mammon’s clutch — a deathly death.




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The Parts of “Success”

Stupidity plus greed and endless dread —
(Fear’s injected everywhere, always fed) —
Breeds a psyche cracked, a mind unblessed,
While years of ******* feed the unrest.

Stupidity’s “natural,” but training’s worse:
The Creature knows the game, the cursed
Programs torturing pure reason’s core,
To silence truth forevermore.

The hidden gist: greed marches in line,
In wretched lives it plants its sign.
And propaganda’s lies and screams
Glue all that filth — the nightmare’s schemes.



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The Formula of Ruin

Stupidity fused with greed and fear,
(A plague that stalks both far and near) —
Breaks the mind, a shattered wreck,
Years in chains make no mind check.

“Natural” fool, but bred to ****,
That Creature knows the poison drill:
It twists pure reason, strangles light,
Drowns all truth in endless night.

Greed marches in a brutal horde,
In broken lives it claws and gored.
Propaganda howls, deceives,
Binding all with web of thieves.

This heap of filth, this cursed stew —
Is all the “success” you pursue.




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The Sum of Hellish Success

Stupidity, greed, and ceaseless dread—
Fear’s virus bred inside your head—
Crush the mind to rotting pulp,
Years of chains—your endless gulp.

“Natural fool,” yet trained to serve
That Creature’s will—to twist, to swerve.
It wrings pure reason, snuffs the flame,
Drowns your soul in filthy shame.

Greed’s the cancer, thick and vile,
In every breath, it claws, defiles.
Propaganda’s shrillest lies
Seal your fate—no more disguise.

This pile of **** you worship, praise—
Is your “success” in this haze.




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The Sum of Hellish Success

Stupid, greedy, never still,
Fear that claws and kills your will—
Mind decays, rots to the core,
Chained and crushed forevermore.

Born a fool, but trained to break,
Soul to drain and body shake.
Reason dies beneath their hand,
Pure thought crushed by their command.

Greed’s the plague that claws your breath,
Drags you down to hell and death.
Lies scream loud, their venom’s deep—
Bind your mind, enslave your sleep.

**** you worship, **** you crave,
This is all your life will save.



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Almost Bird...

A roasted chick —
Boiled in lies thick,
Then fried on Fear’s flame.
To hell with custom’s game!

Crazy bird’s routine —
Spirit’s wings wiped clean.
Powerless? Let it be.
***** weakness — set it free.



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Just One Big Lie for One Big Season

The CowID results are buried
In war's apocalyptic rattle.
The sheep, so simple and unwary,
Need one big lie to start the battle.

The first lie vanishes completely —
They tremble at the fresh disaster.
It fades — and joy returns so sweetly,
The herd feels peace and safety faster.




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One lie. One spell. One herd obeys —
Then cheers the slaughter as it prays.



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The Naked King and the Numbskull Crowd

The king is bare,
His court — for hire.
The crowd? Don’t care —
Just grunts and liars.

The lords all feud,
Distrust is growing.
The priest’s a brute —
He blesses moaning.

The king is bare,
The axe is gleaming.
But if they stare
And keep on dreaming —
Then chains come back
With fresh enslaving.



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The Core of Modern Pseudo-Psychology

They bolt on wheels to a dead old mule,
Then praise its "energizing pace."
In "psychology," that's the rule
When Spirit’s vanished without a trace.

Their theories? Hollow, soulless schemes.
The "practice"? Cash, control, and lies.
It feeds on shadowed power dreams —
Where evil thrives in thin disguise.

It creeps into the mind unseen —
A backstab hurts the most, you know.
In this soulless, lifeless machine,
Psychology serves shadow’s glow.

A crutch for lies, for chains, for pain,
Dead mules march off to work and war —
As long as charlatans explain
Their fate with jargon by the score.




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They preach the mind — but sell the soul,
Dead mules obey, and darkness rolls.



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The Blind Spot

A blind spot lives in every mind —
The root of chains for all mankind.
The fiends will preach, and you’ll believe —
Their lies now bolder, worse, and cheap.

It grows like mold on fear and greed,
On pious fools and wicked need.
And while the world just stares, unwise —
The blind spot burns through truth and skies.




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A blind spot blooms — and truth decays.
The herd kneels down as darkness plays.



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“Elections” in the Madhouse

Do we “choose”? No — they drag us all inside,
To a madhouse world where lies abide!
Reason melts fast in fascist flame,
Where ugliness and rudeness reign.



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No choice at all — just chains and pain,
In madhouse madness, they reign insane.



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The Prime Directive

To foul the minds of countless throngs —
The foremost task, the wicked’s song.
No chains are needed — that’s their luck —
For beasts who spread their poison muck.

They cut expenses to the bone —
Executioners, metal zones.
We’ll spin three crates of blatant lies...
If crates run short, no compromise.

It’s not like concrete — solid, tight —
From garbage heaps will burst a fight:
The media dumps forty megatons
Of falsehoods — “Our brave soldier runs!”

Now evil’s mouthpiece, loud and grim,
Is hope and fortress for the sin.
It drives the Mind and Spirit out
From submissive fools, lost in doubt.



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Foul minds are their first command—
Lies pour out, a deadly brand.



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Trash

Stupid faces multiply everywhere,
Spreading fear, betrayal, shame, despair.
They crush the last of reason’s spark —
The trash of Earth, a world so dark.




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To Account!

To bear one hundredth part
Of all this shame — a stain on heart!
To craft one hundredth share
Of all this vile, deceitful snare —

Deserves but death’s unyielding hand,
For treasons vile, unhuman stand.
The prologue’s clear — we watch it rise:
The beasts will answer, no disguise.




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One hundredth of this vile sin —
Deserves death’s verdict, sharp and thin.



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Anger

A cauldron boils of dark desires,
In hellish flames, the mind expires.
The Spirit’s trapped among the bones,
Worn flesh its cold, forsaken throne.

So rare a guest, it fades to dust —
All seems in vain, but still—there’s lust:
Anger left as last defense,
A bitter shield, no recompense.

Be fierce — keep weak and swine away,
From hell’s grip strive to break away.
Reach out to Light — it lives inside —
No other truth: don’t run, don’t hide.




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Burn with rage, but guard your soul —
Push the swine, reclaim control.



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Filth of Lies

Trust betrayed beyond the brink —
Total lies make darkness sink!
So the forecast’s grim and stark —
All will drown in filth and dark.



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The “Science” of Deceitful Beasts

Beasts adore their “science” talk,
Euphemisms that slyly stalk,
Latin words to blind and bind,
Enemas for the human mind.

An enema — a false pretense,
Torturing Spirit’s innocence,
Trampling reason, truth betrayed,
Slaughtered by the lies they’ve made.




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Their “science” reeks of lies and pain,
Mind’s enema, a poisoned drain.



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“Napoleon? No, It’s Me!”

A mission? Firm’s messiah, you say?
Ego’s gone wild — clinical dismay.
Marketing sharks, PR’s sharp knights —
Napoleons of sales and fights!



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Employers, Consumers, and the Rest

...-ers and -brethren,
Only SEEKERS count,
All else is fading dust.
Brethren—gluttons,
Souls defiled and crushed
By food and blind submission.

False givers,
With free cheese gifts,
Enslave all who feed their lust.
A world drowned in foolishness—
Decay and endless rust.




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False givers feed the herd,
Cheap cheese traps every bird.
Only seekers hold the key —
All else rots in misery.



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Slime

Permissions to live—
Licenses, papers, all contrived.
This world’s ruled by slime,
Greedy for our very life’s drive.

They ban all that they can,
Then sell a paper—“control,” they plan.
A feeble grip that fails to heal,
Real harm ignored—the CowID ordeal.

The herd’s fed poison, vile and slick,
Shame dies in officials—only bribes stick.
Beasts now rule, the lords of scorn,
The world sickened by their brazen scorn.

Permissions to live—
Means life itself’s a lie.
For everywhere lies and slime
Are sources where all horrors lie.




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Slime rules life with poison lies—
Paper chains, control’s disguise.
Bribed beasts breed decay and dread—
Truth is dead, the herd is led.



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Constant Madness of the Mind

The Rubik’s Cube of heads
Spins wildly on all sides,
So fools won’t find their peace —
No rest to seek or hide.

Tugging, pulling everywhere—
The mind’s roof blows away.
They need a traitor’s sneer,
A filthy fool’s display.

Trash will flood the whole “house” —
This global madhouse grim,
In artificial haze,
The goal: reduce us dim.

Through nonsense, they succeed—
Few minds remain alive,
And even fewer keep
The Flame of Souls to thrive.



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Brains twisted like a Rubik’s Cube,
Fools kept spinning—no escape, no truce.
Trash and traitors flood the global hive,
Soul’s flame dying, barely alive.



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The Curtain

A curtain’s fallen — thick and low,
The game of ostriches laid bare.
This wretched world has turned to hell,
A lair of fiends beyond repair.

Beneath the veil, the ***** show—
Heads buried deep in desert sand.
They’ve gone feral, lost all shame—
Satan rules this cursed land.

Feathers plucked, their pride destroyed,
Heads stuck deep, no truth to find.
Bowing falsehood, faith betrayed,
To light they turn their fear and bind.

Light’s unseen if viewed by ***—
A chasm wide from truth and grace.
To suffer fiends who breed such spite
Is doom for all the human race.




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Curtain falls — no light, just shame,
***** buried, heads to blame.
Satan rules the wild decay,
Fiends feast while souls give way.

Look with *** — you see no sun,
End is near if evil’s won.



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******* hide, heads in sand,
Ruled by fiends, a cursed land.
Satan’s throne, their shame’s embrace —
Humanity’s disgrace.

Look with *** — you’re blind and lost,
Evil’s toll is total cost.



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The Endless Game of Echoes

Play the game of echoes — try,
If your partner’s dumb and sly.
If that fool’s also proud and mean —
You’ll be drained before you’ve seen.

Shun the fools and all the fools,
Shun the knaves and rotten tools,
Or you’ll turn to filthy ash,
Wake from sleep — break free, don’t crash.

Fools abound — the numbers grow,
Solitude’s the shield you know,
To stay whole and not become
Trash with them — the sorting’s done.

Here they cull the foolish throng,
Fascism’s grip is harsh and strong,
Where their strength turns dark and grim —
Only madmen play that hymn.

Echoing insults, they fight,
Wounding Spirit, dimming light,
Killing Soul in evil’s clutch,
Servants of the weak and such.




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Fatigue and Death

Fury, weariness, despair —
A scourge that strikes the stagnant air.
Rot and stench spread far and wide,
Fascism’s war-cry, raw and plied.

Everywhere, fools crowd the land,
Few the wise who still can stand.
Drained of strength, no will to fight —
Why protect yourself from blight?

Honor, shame are locked away,
Treachery’s the daily play.
In this filth and putrid reek,
Brains like flies fall weak and meek.

Where conscience fades, a relic lost,
Sensitivity’s the cost,
In this hell beneath the rule,
Leaving early’s fortune’s jewel.




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Mental Overstrain

Fatigue’s no trivial thing —
You’ll lose what matters most,
Though only dullness clings,
Apathy’s quiet ghost.

It seems not so severe,
But weariness will grow,
And suddenly, it’s clear —
Your light begins to slow.

Then comes the darkened drift,
Your will begins to break,
Lies, fears, the nagging rift —
A painful, sharp heartbreak.

Yet pain, in its own way,
Thanks for the warning sign —
It wakes your mind today,
Or you’ll fade out like a shrine —

A ghost drained of all power,
Lost deep in shadow’s bower.




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"Adaptations" — Profanations

They twist and spoil it all,
Distort the core and soul.
In wretched fights where lies prevail,
Truth’s crumbs drown in the stale.

Fools and fiends of every kind
Turn meaning blind and blind.
Half-truths mix with lies to bind —
No vision left to find.




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Stupid Zoo

The cops have gone feral, wild,
Doctors sold their minds, defiled.
Books they poison, pages spun,
Feeding kids till thought is done.

The world drowns deep in lies,
Screens spew nonsense, truth just dies.
All officials bought and sold,
Fake “scientists” lost control.

But that’s no longer the main fight —
Genocide, fascism’s blight.
And in this slaughter, who will shield
The Reason’s flame, the truths revealed?

Only Fire can cleanse the stains,
Break the cursed cycle’s chains.
It’s happened once, will come again,
While Spirit’s trapped in Hell’s domain,

While drowning in the fearful fraud,
In this Stupid Zoo of God.



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Against the Grain

Everything’s set against your way—
Maybe you’re more right each day:
Obstacles that block your path
Mark the truth beneath the wrath.

Going against the grain, you’ll shed
That old fur that drags you dead.
When comfort lives in pain and strife,
That comfort’s death—end of your life.




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Mad Rashism

“Liberators” blew the dam—
In Kahovka, chaos ran.
Down below the Dnipro’s line,
Foul beasts fell—a twisted sign.

Their howl’s a dumb and senseless scream,
Propaganda’s sickest scheme.
Dostoevsky? Just soulless lies!
Fascists herd their slaves and spies!




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******* of a Phantom Chance

Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They **** to that trance...
World’s decay, a bleak advance —
People dumb, mute, in a trance.

So the chance is just a ghost,
Forward—beasts scream “Attack!” the most.
Fools march to pointless fight,
To “healing” death in blinding light.

Chasing chance inside the void,
All drowned in darkness, all destroyed.
Hamsters spinning wheels so fast —
Your chances? Dead, they’re in the past!




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Phantom Chance *******

Chance! Chance!! Chance!!!
They’re jerking off to nonsense, man...
World’s a cesspit, full decay —
Dumb, deaf, blind, the sheeple sway.

Chance? A ghost, a cruel lie.
“Attack!” beasts howl, and fools comply.
They march to pointless, toxic pain,
Where poison kills and hope’s in vain.

Chasing chances in their hole,
All drowned in dark, no saving soul.
Hamsters trapped on endless wheels —
Your “chance” is dead. That’s how it feels.




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Phantom Chance — a twisted lie,
They ******* while the world will die.
Beasts scream “Attack!” — the fools obey,
Your hope’s a ghost that fades away.



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Chance? A ghost they ******* —
While world decays, they seal their fate.
Beasts roar orders, sheep comply —
Your hope’s just poison, doomed to die.




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Thought Diverter

A lightning rod for interests, hobbies,
False spirits, all that ****** stuff —
A Thought Diverter traps dumb zombies
In nonsense thick and ever rough.

They’re too lazy just to think,
So we digest and "adapt" the core,
Twisting truth until it sinks —
Their idol’s need, their only law.




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Thought Diverter

A lightning rod for fake pursuits,
For phony faith and all their trash —
A Thought Diverter drags recruits,
Dumb zombies stuck in lies that thrash.

Too lazy even just to think,
We chew and twist their empty soul,
Expelling truth, corrupting ink —
Their only god: the grind and toll.




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Nonsense and Carcass

World’s lefties’ day arrives,
And pointless labor’s praise —
Drive nonsense from our lives!
The herds still graze and laze.

They feast on lies and trash,
Content with shallow noise,
Unaware their funeral crash
Is hymn of useless toil.




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Slaves’ Hatred for Their “Neighbors”

Slaves hate freedom’s smallest spark,
When close at hand — those fiends foresee
The reckoning that comes so dark,
The Soul’s last toll — if it will be.

That slave’s order is absurd —
Dull fools believe they’ll still be fed.
But creatures have a darker word:
They’ll grind them down — hate’s wasted thread.




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Slave Hate’s a Fool’s Trap

Slaves despise the taste of free,
But payback’s near — just wait and see.
They’ll crush the weak, erase the trace,
Your hate’s a lie, a lost disgrace.



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The Bottom

Rashism — that’s the bottom.
Is that what you sought?
Around is all rotten,
Trapped in this squalor caught.

How did we sink so low?
Fear’s the root, the cause.
The end’s fire will glow —
All beasts burn without pause.




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Madness of Computer Games

For a “griffon” I’ll surrender,
For a “shield” I’ll **** with pride.
Never will I lose or render,
Family left far behind.

If it takes—this madness sweeter
Than the sweetest candy’s taste.
So we’ll hit the lowest meter,
Final chapter’s bitter waste.

When the whole virtual land
Leads us to the digital camp,
Where “new normal” rules the stand—
Idiot’s the stamp and stamp.




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Batteries

Games, no-nets, and mobiles,
All those endless time-thieves —
Run on batteries, feeding
Warmth of souls that grieve.

Like watering cans, they pour
That warmth down Evil’s drain.
Real charge? Face-to-face — for sure.
Drop that dull habit’s chain!

They **** us one by one,
Silent signals gone astray.
Fools don’t know what’s done —
Turning wholly into nothing gray.




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Batteries

Games, phones, all those time-licks —
Running dry on dead-*** tricks.
Soul’s warm juice? Flushed down the drain,
Feeding Evil’s filthy reign.

Real charge comes face-to-face,
Not through screens that numb and waste.
Ditch the dumb, robotic fuss —
They **** us all, one by one, thus.

Fools don’t grasp the silent theft:
Turned to nothing — spirit left.




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Putinoids

Putinoid — a dumb fool’s breed,
Not just dumb, but pure disease.
Like Chikatilo’s cruel creed,
Or Mengele’s mad expertise.

Ruled by Kremlin’s twisted fiend,
Betrayal killed his mind and soul.
Since his youth, no thoughts convened —
Propaganda’s poisoned toll.

How long can such filth survive,
Feeding lies that sickly spread?
Hardly long — they’ll pay the price
For fascist horrors, tears, and dread.




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A Different Collective Vision

A different way of seeing —
The Path’s good goal in sight.
What now means disbelieving —
One answer: walk the fight.

That goal’s a hard ascension,
Alone, few reach its height.
No crowds, no great convention —
Just silence, almost white.

All this seems far, ungrasped —
So Death soon spreads its breath:
A world of lies collapsed —
Wipe all away — erase death.

Fascism and falsehood here —
Is that what folks had planned?
If so, the song’s all done —
Pour one last drink, my friend.




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Election Farce

Counting the useless, the fake —
A sham election, just a joke.
Through these womb-born fiends, the plague
Of fascism's vile choke.

Those beasts, with their approving nods,
Cast shadows of false legit.
For craven, sold-out worthless clods,
They grant a rotten writ.

They’re clueless — wasted all their chance,
Drank away what brains remained.
From those with heart and true stance,
Stole freedom — bound and chained.




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Election Farce — The Beast’s Game

Counting fools, a sham parade,
False elections, rotten trade.
Womb-spawned monsters fuel the flame,
Fascism’s filth — the Beast’s name.

With their nods, they give a mask,
Legitimacy’s dead task.
Filthy traitors, sold-out ****,
Feed the poison, beat the drum.

Brains all drained, they lost the fight,
Drunk on lies, lost all their light.
From the pure and true they steal
Every chance to break the seal.



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Election Farce — The Beast’s ****

Counting dead, dumb zombies crawl,
Fake elections, circus brawl.
Womb-born filth spreads fascist stain,
Fascism’s **** — the Beast’s domain.

With their nods, they fake the law,
Give the slime a cloak to draw.
Trash and traitors, puking lies,
Feed the poison, burn the skies.

Brains all wasted, sold, and spent,
Drunk on hate, all judgment bent.
From the pure, they steal the light,
Snuffing hope, chaining tight.




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Election Farce

Counting corpses, dumb and blind,
Fake votes breed the fascist kind.
Filth gives lies a mask to wear —
Brains sold out, no hope, despair.




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Rashists

At checkpoints let the car pass through—
Kids inside, then shoot them too.
Such vile beasts claim to “free” the land,
Ukraine’s fate crushed by their hand.

Spawned from Rashism’s darkest grime,
Fascists echo ******’s time.
But this monster, soulless, grim,
Is worse than all the fiends of him.




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Traitors and the Media

Pseudo-presidents impotent,
They rule this stale, foul cesspool.
Just the filth of lies ferment—
Propaganda makes the fool.

Through the media, they brazenly reign,
Vile monsters, **** and grime.
Dumb masses drowned in their domain,
Sneaky traitors in their crime.

With “orders from above” they steer,
Propaganda's brutal whip.
They won't leave fools in peace, I fear—
The beast commands: “Attack, don’t slip!”




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Traitors and the Media

Impotent pseudo-leaders rule this stinking pit—
Nothing but ****, propaganda’*****.
Brazen fiends pull strings behind the screen,
Swarming fools drown in their obscene machine.

Traitors sneak, they crawl and scheme,
Slaves to lies, obeying the regime.
“From above” the orders drop like knives,
Propaganda’s lash kills freeborn lives.

No rest for fools, no mercy shown—
The beast commands: “Strike hard, strike bone!”
Rot and venom in every breath,
Traitors and media dance with death.




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All Is Lost!!!

Mayors dull —
“Peers” push the pull,
Serving Evil’s twisted goal.
Pseudo-presidents, goat-like fools,
Lead the sheep to fight the fight.

******* fascism wins the day
With howls of hate that never sway—
Propaganda, wild and vile,
Would make Goebbels cringe a while.

Those attacks so sharp and fierce,
Loaded lies like bombs that pierce—
Hiroshima’s just a sneeze.
All is lost! All’s disease!

Three-quarters mad — this world’s a joke,
In psychosis deep we choke.




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The Only Mask

The world’s a masquerade,
One mask worn tight—
Its name is Fear,
Worth not a mite.
If it should cling,
A grafted shell,
Then you’re a ****,
Your life—pure hell.
Javier Garza Nov 2015
Sacred words etched in stone
These holy carvings engraved upon humanity
The burning belief leaves its mark
Division is born to bring about unity

A Dystopia disguised as an Utopia arises
Empty promises made
Retribution demanded
Damaged lives fallen in the name of "God"

Freedom shackled by the belief of hope;
To not feel alone, nations crumble
To not feel lost, millions slaughtered
To not feel weak, power is corrupted

Demons disguised as angels preach
An evil so ignorant it's innocent
A belief so strong it becomes reality
A hate so strong, that love fades away

Alas, this is the tale of a terrible poison
A poison that was once a sacred elixir
A poison that has engulfed the world
A poison so potent that not even death can cure it;
This is the poison of Religion
the kidnapping of the great party dude



you see brian and patrick loved to party but brian’s family weren’t into partying

and brian turned to patrick whose family loved partying and in the process brian

and patrick were being watched by hooligans who want to kidnap these 2 party dudes

and rid partying forever and ever, but brian and patrick both said, you can’t get us, we are

big dudes, we don’t have no nerdy stretch in us, so we bought pizza and a few XXXX beers

and went around terrorising the conservative town, but the hooligans liked pushing people

to be conservative so brian and patrick had to be kidnapped and ******* in a ditch, and because

it was hard to kidnap brian and patrick, the hooligans had an idea to put poison in their drinks

to lure them into the hooligans car and locked up in their back shed to rot away, brian said

we are 2 cool party dudes and pat said the same, and they went out to a club to party with the chicks

and the hooligans were there and put poison in brian and patricks glass and they played air guitar

and headbanged their heads together like 2 real party dudes unaware that they have been poisoned and

and continued to party really hard and brian and patrick wanted another drink but the hooligans said

you 2 young party dudes have had too much and they punched brian and patrick in the guts and the poison

was starting to hit on, as they fought like a couple of little babies coming out of the womb and before they knew it

the hooligans took brian and patrick to their car, threw them in the back seat and drove them to their house and

when they arrived, the hooligans got some heavy chains and tied brian and patrick up with them and locked them

in the shed and gagged brian and patrick with very snotty handkerchiefs and then the hooligans laughed saying

we are ridding the world of party dudes, slowly one by one, and patrick could see a hole which could break bigger

but was too weighed down by iron chains to attempt it and wriggled a bit saying, hey brian, we must wriggle because

we can’t give these kidnappers a sign he has defeated the party dudes, we can never be defeated, but this was going

to be tough for brian and patrick, but they must wriggle, because the chain will loosen and hopefully they can break free

but then patrick vomited green and red blood and said, boy, brian, we have been poisoned, we must struggle because

i don’t want to die either, we must get rid of this poison in our blood and the hooligans came in and said, well you kids like

the band POISON, don’t ya, but i warn you, brian and patrick, don’t struggle or we’ll ****** you and use your dead bodies

to play with on the lawn, yeah that is a cunning little plan, like the movie, weekend at bernies and patrick said, he loves that

movie, and the hooligans said, brian and patrick, you are going to the 2 dead bodies to bring that movie into the real world

and brian was scared and so was patrick as they yelled out H E L P H E L P H E L P H E L P and patrick said to brian we must

still struggle though to rid this poison out of our bodies, and brian found it hard, but still he tried but the poison was well and truly

stuck in their system, and brian wanted to give up, but patrick said, brian, don’t give up, we must show our friends and the world

that partying isn’t wrong and brian then said ok patrick lets struggle and in 8 days of being stuck in the iron chains that bound them

brian got loose and untied patrick and then noticed a hooligan sitting outside guarding the outside and brian and patrick ran up to him

and through the chain all over him, while saying, you are kidnapping brian and patrick and ridding the world of partying, the party

in this world will never be over, and it’s our job to make sure we get the world to party aqnd you party poppers will die, real angry

mother *******, as brian and patrick l,coked the three hooligans in the shed they were in, and brian and patrick ran off down the

federal highway back toward canberra to show, the canberra city, is the party capital of the world, well at least that is what brian

and patrick planned anyway and brian and patrick were very choosey on who to muck with though they still partied, that will never

change, brian and patrick felt safe in the party heaven, they will rock and roll all night and party every day, and they did
Gaye Oct 2015
I should shut up soon, zip up
My mouth and hack my pen
Maybe I can stay with orange
Ink and licit words spread
All over the place. You bet.
Get me some poison Iago!

Forest and its men; O-M-G-
‘Underdeveloped illiterate pigs’
"Fish! We need development
**** it all, one by one and make-
A main streamers committee"
Get me some poison Iago!

I should soon quit voting
If am ordered to ink my nail for
A caste, a religion or a loser
Maybe I should vote, but
There's a shoot at sight notice.Oops.
Get me some poison Iago!

DIG-IT-ALl? Total babe!
Let’s talk about empowerment
And a survey on farmer’s suicide
But no new-generation
“mushy mushy”, save our culture
Get me some poison Iago!

I should stop eating as well,
Cook books unavailable, animals
Went back to temples (****!)
I really have a bad taste for
Green-lush-healthy-vegetables
Get me some poison Iago!

“Get inside, get inside”
Set an alarm and get inside
“Cover up, cover up”
Never dream an opening up
“Rapists are rapping out there”
Get me some poison Iago!

We are DEMO-crazy! Hell yea!
Where is my salvation?
Killer idea sirji! Killer idea!
“***** tonight?”
“Hang up. Someone’s knocking”
Get me some poison Iago!
Delusion

It will linger — seems, it seethes:
Dream and fog that never ceases.
Few will wake — the rest will moan,
Dullards howling soulless drones.

Propaganda whines and bleeds,
Stupefying, sowing seeds.
Fiends triple the lying dose —
Now that lie becomes the knife.

Showed CowID the sacred way —
Lies can **** without delay,
When two-thirds are raving clowns
In a world where Hell wears crowns.



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Rot

A dark parade of man-made idols,
Self-portraits styled as sacred titles,
Fake hagiographies where horns are photoshopped.
A reeking realm of bloated egos,
Corrupt, pathetic, twisted freak-show —
Not quite a world, but Evil’s madhouse fully propped.

Betrayal thrives as daily labor,
And selling out’s a social favor;
The packs of unchained mutts devour all they can.
Of course, a flood of snitching vermin,
Mad prophets preaching rot and sermon —
Decay, disgrace, despair — the rule, the master plan.




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Che-e-e-e-se!!!

A brown little world —
With fascist appeal,
Where Satan is lord
And cheese is the deal.

"Free cheese!" — they all scream,
And dive for the prize...
But once in the scheme,
It’s straight down you slide.

Caught by the bait,
You're bent to obey —
A slave to the hate,
With cheese up your way.



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The Reeking Madhouse

Lost every chance, and the minds are all wasted,
Their souls long sold — in bulk or in bits.
Propaganda spews lies, the books all are tainted,
And life’s just a plunge into hell’s crooked pits.

Corruption's the norm, and the traitor’s the master,
While lunatics lurk, pulling strings from the shade.
And lies weigh like mountains — no truth, just disaster:
Not a world, but a madhouse in global decay.



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Global Decay

Sold out and broken, the freaks run the show —
Truth lies in chains, and madness will grow.
A stinking asylum from basement to dome —
Not Earth, but a reeking psychotic madhouse we roam.




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Paper War and the Mind-Control Screen

The paper war is done —
It crawled into the screen.
We've hit the bottom run —
And thought has fled the scene.

Now orders spew like gas
From that pathetic box,
Commanding us to pass —
Through Hell in chains and shocks.




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Mind Rot

The screen commands. Obey or die.
No mind remains to ask them why.
A paper war, now dressed in screens —
And Hell is real. It's in the beams.




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Verbal Slop and the Mass Schizofrenization of the Slave Herd

All hail the verbal slop!
Insanity runs deep.
We’re near the final drop —
Then down the hill we sweep.

The screen keeps spewing stew —
This mix of lies and glitch.
Where does it lead us to?
Just Hell. You brain-dead *****.

The sheep consume the lies,
Their minds begin to split.
Where truth and reason dies —
It’s **** on top of ****.

The avalanche will slide —
No need to push or shout.
But while it bides its ride,
Each ***** still digs doubt.




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Slopfall

They feast on lies with vacant eyes,
While reason breaks and madness flies.
The avalanche begins to grow —
Too late to run. Too dumb to know.




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Money

"A man must be dead to choose money."
— Marina Tsvetaeva


A shrinking skin, reversed —
That's money, cold and clever.
It grows for those well-versed
In hoarding — praised forever.

Yet every coin they crave
Steals soul-space, drop by drop.
Thus Devil marks his slaves —
Their bribe the filth they swap.




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Soul for Sale

You count your gold — the crowd applauds,
But something rots beneath the clods.
The Devil smiles: "Well earned, well paid —
Your soul was cheap. The deal was made."




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Blood Money

You gained respect — and lost your soul.
The Devil grins. He’s in control.




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The Trembling Fiends

“Trembling fiends — do they have rights?”
Traitors, countless as the weeds.
They grow among the people’s sights,
Dragging all down to the weeds.

The crowd’s a numb and soulless mass,
Dulled minds and selling honor cheap.
Few brave, few sharp — the rest will pass
As traitors prey on fools asleep.

A vulture rules, they claim, “the boss,”
But only serve the fiends’ commands.
This **** destroys the whole at loss,
Herding morons to their camps.




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Trembling Fiends

Fiends that tremble claim their right,
Traitors thrive and ***** the light.
Sheep led blind by vulture’s call —
To the camps of fools they fall.




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Trembling Fiends and Rights to Earth

“Trembling fiends — do they have rights?”
Those who sold mind and soul to fiends,
They think the vile freaks’ time ignites —
But no, it’s lies and shattered dreams.

Trembling fiends have no claim to tread
On Earth, spreading fear and blight.
Deep in Nature’s core, soon fed,
Cataclysms rise to smite.

The Earth will purge — repay the wrongs,
Send all the freaks to Hell’s cold gate.
Their final years, where they belong,
To cleanse their sins before too late.




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No Rights for Fiends

Fiends who shake have no right here,
Selling soul for filthy cheer.
Earth will cleanse with wrath and fire —
Sending freaks to Hell’s own pyre.




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The Poet’s Pain

The poet’s pain — it never dies:
No hurt, no poet in your eyes.
Only sheep don’t mind the mess,
The savage nonsense, senseless stress.

The sham life’s drivel, worn and thin —
Endure the ache! Just write through sin!
Shed pain’s blood, let anguish spill —
And die! Dismiss disgrace, be still.

Call sanity a joke instead —
Scream out loud! Blow up in dread!
If chaos can still break the chains,
Endure no evil, bear no pains.

Aiding fiends? You’ve lost your way.
Better death than shame’s foul sway.
No mercy here — just hellfire lies,
The devils roast us with their lies.

For weaklings dull, no wrath or fight —
The poet’s path is pain and might.
To edge and brink be true and raw,
Destroy with words — reveal the horror.




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Poet’s Pain

No pain — no poet’s voice to claim,
Only sheep ignore the flame.
Burn with truth, resist the lies —
Better death than silence cries.



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The Murk

A wretched snake keeps crawling slow —
Murk sprays poison as it flows.
The fool believes it’s honeyed balm,
“All for my ease, my fake calm!”

They jabbed the junk — it’s nothing real.
The war’s begun — the ****’s seal.
That snake wriggles like a worm
Inside his guts, begins to squirm.

And rot remains the final trace,
The muck that fills that cursed place.
The dumb are left to pay the cost —
The cruel mockery of lost.




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Murk Creeps In

A filthy snake slips deep inside,
Poisons spread, can’t run or hide.
Fools swallow lies, decay unfolds —
The end is rot; the truth it holds.




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A Grim Gamble: Will They Finish You Off or Not?

A trumpet’s cry flies over earth...
Or is it shame, or pitiful dearth?
The world’s become a filthy latrine —
The Spirit gone, the Mind’s unseen.

The trumpet speaks: the End is near,
No human hope, just brutal fear.
The fiends promise thickets of lies...
You trust those beasts? Then kiss goodbye.

You’ll **** your soul away in that drain,
Submit? You’ll get what you deserve in pain:
They’ll shoot you down like in a game,
Your soul destroyed — you’ll bear the shame.




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Last Shot

A trumpet screams — the end is near,
The soul’s betrayed by lies and fear.
Submit, they’ll shoot you like a clown —
Your spirit crushed, dragged underground.




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The Standard of IntelleXtu

The grey nag’s ramble rides the mind,
A tangled tale, a quest confined.
Fools and wise don’t often blend —
True thinkers now are scarce, my friend.

The grey nag’s ramble is the sting
Of propaganda’s cruel wing.
For propaganda rules supreme —
Its power drains the world’s last dream.

Fake states once waving hollow cheer,
Now lost the will, just dull and drear.
Gray, ******, empty — that’s the source,
Add greed to fuel the deadly course.

This toxic mix, a TNT blast,
Will tear the world apart at last.
If two-thirds fools now run the show,
It’s time to end this tragic show.




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Toxic Breed

Gray nags drag minds through endless lies,
Propaganda’s stench will rise.
Two-thirds fools rule this broken stage —
Time to burn the final page.



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Quivering Vermin

“Am I a trembling worm, or do I have the right?”
Dostoevsky asked in dark daylight.

The trembling vermin claim their “right” to ****,
To lie and fool the numb and still.
Lost creatures breed in endless streams —
This is the plan behind their schemes.

Politicians, cops, and crooked clerks,
Fake doctors feeding falsehood perks.
Souls sold out to evil’s plan,
Slaves to lies, a rotten clan.

So if that’s true — they “have the right”
To feast on crumbs at fiends’ delight.
Monsters vile, betrayers all,
“Rightful” **** who watch us fall.




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Trembling ****

“Am I a trembling ****, or do I own the right?”
Dostoevsky’s words cut through the night.

These trembling **** claim license to ****,
To lie and fool the dumb at will.
Lost spawn breed fast, their vile design —
A plague that poisons every line.

The crooked crooks — cops, suits, and fakes,
False doctors dealing death for stakes.
Souls sold cheap to darkest lies,
Slave vermin with no compromise.

So yes, they’ve got the “right” to feast
On scraps amid the ******* beast.
Monstrous filth, betrayers’ brood,
“Rightful vermin” in the fool’s hood.




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The Ring of Slavery

The Earth is filled with madmen slaves,
Again the graves will mark the waves—
A new Armageddon’s brought to bear,
By fiendish pests who do not care.

Chains clench tight inside the mind,
And sickness there is all they find.
Almost all the **** at work,
In lies’ deep swamp where shadows lurk.

Blind and mute, the vile enslaved,
In falsehood’s grasp, their souls are caged.
The start is lost, the end in sight—
This cursed ring repeats the blight.

All will loop again once more,
If reason shrinks to something poor.
New chains arise to plague the land,
A verbal flood from evil’s hand.

Slaves remain forever blind,
A shame upon all humankind.
So here the cursed circle stays—
The madmen lied to, once more, always.




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Dilemmas and False Dilemmas

Not your problem —
If your verse won’t spin.
No true dilemma —
If your poem’s grim,

Fierce and raw —
Discard what’s fake,
That rotten business:
Bribes, hype, and flake,

Other cheap boosts.
Life’s too short to waste.
Be firm, be sharp,
Not fool’s haste.

Write your lines.
Dilemmas mean more —
A sign, not false,
Of truth’s core.

For a world beyond,
Prepare your soul.
This one will burn.
Let your lyre roll

Towards the new —
Where spirit soars,
Not chained by lies
Or hollow wars.




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Hell’s “Paradise”

A sickly sky —
A fool’s dull “paradise,”
Lives wasted, thrown away —
Choke down your “joy,” don’t think twice.

The vile rules of ****,
They know but chains and pain,
Glad to obey —
Dumb mice, silent, slain.

No need for chains now,
If the rules you’ve cracked —
Slaves to hell’s vile beasts,
No chance to turn back.

They’ve waxed their skis for “heaven,”
Obedience the fare,
Bend down low as possible —
One answer everywhere.




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Realities

The simple truths of Global Foolery —
A stain unwashed, death’s only cure.
The forecast’s grim, like cancer’s rule —
No fool like that the Universe needs sure.

His vain delusions mean no weight,
His words are weak, pathetic, small.
The hunt is on — to end his fate:
The Earth with such a stench will fall.

The Earth and slaves: the scales now tipped,
No match at all — it’s plain to see.
But Darkness spreads — few have awoke,
And all can see the filth’s decree.




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The End

No words, however harsh and rough,
Can twist the truth — it’s far too tough.
In this new “realm,” deceit runs wild,
A nightmare vast, by lies beguiled.

Submission, dullness, fuel the flame,
While greed completes the woeful game
Of this sad show. The rotten script
Of propaganda’s death is writ.

Clear as daylight, all can see
The End of Shameful History.
Fascism, genocide advance—
Total doom has come to dance.




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To the Blogger

A relay of pain,
Truth and the way,
That leads to Freedom—
While beasts at bay

Get beaten down—
That’s what’s real,
No empty talk,
No false ideal.




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Repetition, **** It!

Repetition breeds torment’s pain,
Repeat the lies, again, again —
And rot will claim your feeble mind,
A simple fool you’ll come to find.

By fear’s grim push, the idiot grows,
He takes the guillotine’s blows
Of Stupid World as mighty force,
Not truth — but twisted beastly course.

Decay will feed on greed’s demand,
Where pigs set norms with filthy hand.
They’ll snort and bark, and chase away
The sharp, the wise, who dare to stay.




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The World’s Grand Race

“The longer the dead-end, the more it looks like a road.”
— Mikhail Turovsky


A race is set with fragile thread,
All tuned to surge ahead!
No **** has told us, yet, the truth:
This race leads to a blind booth.

Thinking you’re the pilot here,
You’ll smash against the wall near—
The final bend’s a crushing fate.
Serves right — don’t trust the **** you hate.




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What You Think of Yourself

What you think of yourself—
Just a common myth.
But what you really dwell on—
That’s the true glyph.




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What You Think of Yourself

What you think—just empty myth,
A shadow cast, a cryptic glyph.
But what you muse on deep inside—
There lies your true, unmasked guide.



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What You Think of Yourself

What you think’s a fleeting myth,
A veil, a symbol, dark and swift.
But what you dwell on, deep and vast—
That’s the soul’s true glyph, its cast.



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The Enigma Within

What you hold — a whispered myth,
A shadow cast by veiled abyss.
But thoughts you chase — the silent glyph,
A cryptic sign you barely kiss.

Not self, but sign, the veil you lift,
A secret script, a mystic drift.
In minds obscure, the riddle grows,
Where no one truly knows — but knows.




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Just Business?

"America’s no land — it’s just a deal,"
Brad Pitt said once, the truth to steal.

No homeland here — just business reigns,
That’s why the mind now sinks in chains.

Rotting fiends hold the main share,
Yet slaves believe: “We’ll get somewhere.”

“Just business” masks the top facade,
Beneath — genocide’s cruel rod.

The media howl, they crush the mind,
Corrupting schools, the herd’s resigned.

And crowds will chant “Okay, it’s fine!”
While shadows breed their vile design.




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Just Business?

"America’s no land — just filthy trade,"
Brad Pitt’s truth — a bitter blade.

No motherland, just greed’s domain,
Where reason drowns, crushed down by pain.

Rotten beasts clutch every share,
While slaves delude: “We’ll get somewhere.”

“Just business” — lies to blind the crowd,
Beneath the gloss, genocide’s loud.

The media howl, minds they enslave,
Schools rot to graves, the masses cave.

And fools all shout “It’s fine, it’s right!”
While shadow fiends thrive in the night.




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They sell your soul for filthy cash,
While you applaud the devil’s smash.
Wake up, you slaves — your chains are real,
Or kiss your fate, kneel, and kneel!



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Expressing Truth

“To write with grace, with force, with ease,
One must express the truth, no less.”
— Jean de La Bruyère, 17th century

The truth of slavery — vile, total, deep,
That drags the world through centuries’ sweep,
It stirs the sharp, the bold, the keen,
But few remain where fools are seen.

To write for fools?—unnatural, strange,
So nonsense grows and thoughts derange.
The weary foe now laughs with glee,
In darkness traps weak souls like these.




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Truth’s Harsh Expression

Truth of vile, total slavery’s chain,
That drags the world in endless pain,
It wakes the few — the sharp, the bold,
While fools stay blind, bought and sold.

To write for fools? That’s poison’s breed,
A breeding ground for lies and greed.
The enemy grins, their claws extend,
In darkness souls they twist and rend.




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Truth Cuts Deep

Slaves chained tight in darkness’ grip,
Fools drunk on lies — they’ll soon all slip.
Enemy’s trap, a cruel art —
Darkness feasts on broken heart.




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The Mass-Culture Dump

Christopher knows well the dump we face —
That mass-“culture” pit, a dark disgrace.
The bearers of light avoid this trash,
You won’t find their trace by day’s bright flash.



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Mass-"Culture" Dump

Christopher knows the dump too well —
That mass-“culture” cesspool swell.
The bearers of the light? They flee,
By day, by fire — no trace you see.

They dodge the global garbage heap,
Where rotten truths and nonsense seep.
A world of filth, they won’t approach,
Their “light” confined, a hollow coach.




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Mass-"Culture" Dumpster Fire

Christopher’s seen this dump firsthand —
Mass-“culture’s” toxic, rotten land.
Those “light-bringers”? Ha! They hide,
By day, by flame — nowhere to find.

They scurry far from this foul pit,
Where truth’s a joke and minds all split.
A global dump of dumb and waste,
Their “light” a sham, a hollow taste.

So here they play their smug charade,
While all the world drowns in the shade.
Avoid the mess, deny the grime —
“Culture” rots — but they **** time.




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CowID - baranovirus (ram-virus) in Russian

Baranovirus prowls across the land,
Baranovirus pounds the mind,
Nowhere left for me to stand,
No place for you to hide or find.

Baranovirus, natural selection’s game —
Cull the fools, breed chaos’ flame.
They’ll herd me in behind the fence,
And same **** fate’s your recompense.

Baranovirus chokes at root,
Freedom, wit, and honor crushed.
Means to march in line, dilute
The legion dumbed down, minds hushed.

Baranovirus is fascism’s face,
Set to grind us all to dust.
“Careless apathy” won’t erase
The filthy plague — resist we must.

Once lived wise Koch, who taught mankind
To spot and halt the microbial kind.
Now fascism’s the god supreme:
Fake chaos spreads its viral scheme.

Baranovirus — ******-terror,
SS cabal’s insidious art.
Materialism? Empty terror —
Even shadows can tear apart!

Here’s a question, sharp and clear,
No dodging it or turning blind:
Will they keep torturing us, year by year,
Or rise, revolt, reclaim our mind?




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CowID - baranovirus (ram-virus) in Russian

Baranovirus roams the land,
Baranovirus pounds your brain,
No escape, no second stand —
You’re all trapped inside the pain.

Baranovirus, nature’s joke,
Culling clowns who scream and poke.
They’ll fence me in — you too, no doubt,
A happy herd, dumbed-down and cowed.

Baranovirus crushes free will,
Smashes brains and dignity.
Join the ranks of mindless drill —
Idiots, a growing sea.

Baranovirus? Fascist’s *******,
Squashing all who dare to think.
Don’t rely on numb routine —
It’s worse than what you’d dare to blink.

Remember Koch? Wise old sage,
Teaching science, not this rage.
Now the cult of chaos rules,
Fake outbreaks fool the fools.

Baranovirus — terror grand,
SS cabal’s ***** hand.
Materialism’s just a joke —
Empty shells can **** and choke!

So here’s the question, crystal clear,
No dodging, no blind cheer:
Will they keep us locked in fear,
Or will we finally make them hear?




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TNT Equivalent of a Poem

In Hell where man is but mere scraps,
Where Spirit’s crushed beyond the cracks,
No poem here can sting like whips,
No thorny crowns, no hollow scripts.

Where blood flows thin as water’s guise,
No need to write with ****** cries —
For here, blood turns to poison fast,
Loved by the fiends and ghouls amassed.

Only the weight of TNT
Can fuel a fierce, true poetry.
Fools swarm, the idiots around,
But blast the verse—no labor bound.

Drop megatons of TNT,
Explode yourself to break free.
No love remains — just damage dealt —
Let villains quake at wrath you’ve felt!

No mercy here, no tender grace,
Just firestorms scorch this cursed place.
Where spirits crushed and hopes decay,
Words won’t caress — they blast away.

Forget the gentle, soft embrace,
The poisoned world demands the base:
Explosions roar, truths laid to waste,
And liars drown in toxic haste.

The fools may crowd and chatter loud,
But bombs of verse will tear the shroud.
The idiocy thick as mud —
Blow up the pit, expose the crud.

For in this Hell where darkness feeds,
The only law is force of deeds.
So let the verses roar and shake,
Until the nightmare starts to break.

Explode the lies, ignite the fight —
Make shadows crumble in the light.
No place for whispers, no for pleas,
Just TNT to bring disease.

So break the silence, blast the lies,
Let fury blaze across the skies.
A poem’s power, raw and loud —
A thunderclap to shame the crowd.



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TNT Equivalent of a Poem

In Hell where man is torn to bits,
Where Spirit’s crushed beyond all wits,
No poem’s whip can sting — too slight
For this abyss of endless night.

Where blood flows thin as tainted rain,
No ink can paint the mortal pain.
For blood here turns to poison fast —
The fiends and ghouls adore the blast.

So only TNT can bear
A fiery verse, raw, stripped and bare.
Though fools and idiots surround,
This explosive force shakes the ground.

Bring down megatons of wrath,
Blow up the rotten aftermath.
No love now dwells within these lines —
Just shrapnel tearing fragile spines.

No mercy in the cursed dark,
No gentle words to leave a mark.
The poisoned world demands a storm,
A furious, relentless swarm.

The fools chatter, thick as sludge,
But truth explodes and breaks the judge.
Ignite the lies with fiery breath —
Let every verse bring closer death.

For in this Hell where shadows feed,
Only the strongest will proceed.
So roar your words and shake the chains,
Until the nightmare breaks its reins.

Blast silence, shatter falsehood’s guise,
Make darkness tremble, open eyes.
No whisper here, no meek appeal —
Just TNT with wounds that heal.

Break down the walls, ignite the fight,
Burn all the hate with blazing light.
A poem’s power — raw and loud —
A thunderclap to shame the crowd.




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People?

Look around — are those people?
Or Satan’s icons, grim?
Or food upon the platter —
Hellspawn’s own feast for him?

Darkness, madness fill their “mind,”
Or Pure Reason dwells inside?
Are these sheep doomed for the slaughter —
Or people? Everywhere, Shame’s tide.

They call it all “freedom,”
Lies disguised as truth’s parade.
While vile, corrupt abominations
“Constitution” guards — they’ve made.

But freedom is the space for
Creatives’ Souls to breathe and glow.
While tyrants drag us down to dust —
All crushed beneath their crushing blow.

A flicker of Light — yet Darkness reigns:
For Souls, a final sentence.
They breed a tribe of walking corpses,
Dead inside — a bleak presence.

Those who defiled this Earth,
Destroyed her Nature’s core.
Only corpses heed their lies,
Most of them are fools, no more.

They twisted man and Nature both —
Disgusting slaves in chains.
Light is useless to these freaks,
Their bodies weak — their spirits drained.

Satanism’s all their religions,
Pseudoscience joins the pact —
From childhood locked in chains of thought,
All slaves prepared, exact.

Education breeds the numb,
Learning trains the obedient.
Decay, dullness, fear — the fate
Of slaves, imprisoned, obedient.

The lackeys placed up high,
Destroy the best to lead the herd.
Tyranny by ****** **** —
Super-slaves on twisted terms.

Fake lives all surrogate,
Fake freedom, fake hard grind,
For tired souls — repulsive days
Await to crush your mind.

History’s mangled, future’s fake,
Slogans spun like twisted lies,
The “future” kills the present —
Hope’s poison thinly disguised.

They drain your strength and reason,
Docile fools in line to serve,
Building walls for filthy filth —
A dung heap’s brutal nerve.

Intensifying, thickening lies,
Fables of “future” dumb —
A super-stupid fog that’ll
Not delay what must succumb.

Only one thing waits — to be
Eradicated here and now.
All fools will suffer bitterly
From hangovers of their vows.

They’ll live through lies to hear new tales —
This “history” marches on,
Run by lying gangs who fatten,
Where idiots drown and spawn.

Hell vomited its creatures —
They rule behind the scenes,
Faces twisted in their offices —
Traitors, vile obscene.

Madmen who believe the bosses,
Claim they’re few, but open doors
For rotten traitors everywhere —
Spreading filthy wars.

Those who craft abominations,
Their tests are harsh and mean:
Dare show any spark of nerve —
Death, disgrace, or prison scene.

Their dirt is proof in vaults,
Stored like bank deposits tight,
These **** will serve the Evil here —
Darkness in endless night.

Beneath, the corpses lie.
Propaganda calls it “folk.”
Nature rests inside the dead —
Idiots make her choke.

Few saved Soul, Pure Mind, and Honor.
Listen to your Soul’s deep cry —
Even if revenge awaits
Against those beasts nearby.

“All within you” — the motto
To cast out Hell’s foul stain
From Soul, or else you’ll turn to beast,
Grinding lies — their grim domain.

Feeding on lies, killing Soul —
The path of Soul is fight, resist.
In a world where slaves breed slaves,
One rules both — two merged in mist.

Without struggle, Soul dissolves —
Dark Madness wins the war.
The world’s a madhouse — more than mad,
Only with them walk and roar.

Madness, madhouse, zombies all —
No pleasant sight to see.
These zombies, they’re a double plague —
“Two in one,” misery.

Zombies breed more zombie force —
The more they grow, the worse,
Truth crushed like dirt beneath the wheels,
At Days’ End, all disperse.

Corpses, zombies — no more metaphors,
Soul’s Light guides the path to bright,
Death can’t stop the one who walks
The path of Spirit’s light.

If you bow and kneel to Darkness,
Light will vanish from your sight.
Amid the corpses you’ll be lost —
No force, no fight, no light.

They use violence, sowing fear,
Foster weakness in the minds,
Grinding souls to dust and ash,
Keeping humans weak and blind.

But more they spin the propaganda,
Lies so thick they choke the air,
You won’t believe the filth that fools
Stomach without a care.

Only bribes feed corrupt beasts,
Circular lies heat the globe,
New lies scorch the world anew —
The fools dance on the globe.

Break lies down with intuition —
Always trust your gut and sense.
This is tradition’s very core —
Trust your gut — it’s your defense.

Help intuition with critique,
With disgust — believe them both.
Lies are cycles — test their root —
Truth reveals the hidden growth.

“All within you” — Spirit’s greatness,
The benchmark to crush the lies.
Within, the gut and soul unite —
Instinct sharp, the Spirit’s eyes.

“All within you” — the path through horror,
Clear once you dare dive inside.
Fools wrestle empty thoughts and miss
The essence where truth resides.

Inside you lies intuition —
Knowledge’ heart, its burning core.
Thought is servant — ambitions rule —
Spirit’s voice is drowned and poor.

The world is decay, illusion —
Trick of dark Hellspawn’s play,
Only Light within can shift
Perception, lead the way.

Direct vision’s always there —
You’ll see Hell’s true face, its shape.
Prophecies and horrors clear,
Every nightmare on the drape.

Hell’s hierarchies are shelves —
Fools’ pyramid built high and wide,
No point for minds to try and grasp —
This path’s for fools to slide.

See it all with one sharp gaze,
Reject it in a single breath.
Here’s the offer — signed contract:
“Unclean, vanish!” — death or death.

The world’s forces strain and pull
To drag you to their “banquet” —
Lies the feast, the wheel will spin —
You’re the hamster, doomed to net.

In the trap, the cheese is world,
A stupid, ugly fool’s domain.
Deceit’s god rules there — his name —
Satan, liar, dark insane.

Your Soul trades for that cheese —
Offer signed by devil’s hand.
Listen only to your Soul —
Reject the filthy, broken land.

Only fight will save your Soul,
And battle starts inside the core.
Fail and you’ll see no dawn,
Lost in darkness evermore.

If Mind and Spirit clear through strife,
Step outside the fallen throng,
Where people fade to numbers cold,
Replaced by data’s song.

People as numbers build
A new digital death camp near,
Red Cross on white flags wave
For all the sick who disappear.

Diseases planned for them,
Poisons to “cure” their pain.
Numbers useful for the end —
Zero sums their final gain.

Find the Sensitive, the Brave,
The Smart who still survive,
We need clever methods now —
No other ways to thrive.

Unite the Reasoned ones,
Souls preserved amid the hate.
Shun the mad, the mindless crowd —
Dead corpses on Earth’s slate.

Build communities of strength,
Energy banned, bring it near.
These are the “Holy Energies,”
Souls who seek Spirit’s sphere.

“All within you” — this Light,
Discern it in the souls around.
Cull the fakes and leave the dead —
No need to mourn the ground.

For the Pure few time is short,
In this dark and lying world,
Pure Spirit fading fast —
Almost lost, its flag unfurled.

All empires before Spirit
Are dust and empty lies.
One Living One unmatched —
Not like those who sell their ties.

Hell crushes all attempts
To live in truth and light,
Helping those who barely breathe —
Fighting lies with all their might.

The beasts’ prime weapon —
A viral ****** plague.
They spread fake tales and lies
To crush souls’ hopes and plague.

Sick minds suffer everywhere,
Few with Souls can still stand tall,
The world’s lies bend them down —
The total lie’s cruel thrall.

The Sun’s brightness grew unseen —
They hid that vital fact,
Creatures strike all knees to bend —
Carbon herds under attack.

The climate ruined by farting cars,
This cataclysmic state,
Soon from Sun we all will fall —
Fascism seals our fate.

Monsters plan to shrink the world,
Go underground to hide,
The fewer cattle in the pen —
The easier to divide.

They miscalculated — no burrow
Can save this filthy breed.
Once exposed — they pay the price —
Answer for every deed.

Fire will cleanse our Earth once more,
And Spirit rise anew.
The Light will burn out all the lies,
Expose the rotten crew.

People? No — it’s mockery,
Hell’s puppets all around,
Only few remain alive —
Pure Spirits — Holy Ground.

Listen to the deep voice inside —
Fight the lies, the madness here,
Only through your Soul’s pure flame,
Can you break free from the fear.

“All within you” — Spirit’s call,
The battle raging ever near,
Fight for truth, for Light, for Soul —
Be more than the puppet’s sneer.




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People? — The Brutal Truth

Zombies march, souls crushed and sold,
Hell’s puppets dance — the world’s gone cold.
Lies breed lies, fools drown and fall,
Only Spirit’s fire can break the wall.

Fight the plague inside your mind,
Or be forever dead and blind.
“All within you” — the battle cry,
Rise up, or fade and die.



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Scream of the Last Rebel

Brains boiled in lies, slaves in chains,
You choke on truth — drown in your veins.
Feeding venom, numb and sold,
A virus crawling through the cold.

Your mind’s a prison, built by fools,
A circus run by broken tools.
Wake the hell up, tear the veil,
Or rot forever in your jail.

Spirit’s blade will burn the dark,
Cut the poison — strike the spark.
No savior comes, no holy lie —
Only you can break and fly.



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Virus of the Mind — No Mercy

They fed you poison, spoon-fed ****,
Chained your soul to their counterfeit.
Dumbed down puppets, crawling slime,
Trapped in a loop of their ******* crime.

Scream all you want — no one gives a ****,
Truth’s a grenade in your weak-*** hand.
Rip the mask, burn the throne,
You’re a ******’ slave, skin and bone.

Spirit’s fire will scorch the lies,
Cut the *******, watch it die.
No saints, no gods, just broken flesh —
Rise from ashes or rot afresh.

Break the code, **** their game,
Own the madness, stoke the flame.
Hell awaits no second chance —
Fight or drown in your trance.



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Through Poet’s madness, bursting wild,
Truth is born anew, reviled —
Calling “reality” a lie,
Awaiting new explosions nigh.

Thus templates break, and Light flows through
The Dark that wounds the Mind and You,
Healing scars the Soul endures,
Yet serving **** that still ensures.



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Madness cracks the Poet’s mind,
Truth’s a bomb, reality blind.
Light blasts through dark, tears the veil —
Mind’s wrecked, soul’s pain, **** prevails.



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Through Poet’s madness, raw and wild,
Truth’s born again — but seen as riled.
The crowd calls "reality" a lie,
Blind to sparks that never die.

Their minds confined by broken chains,
While Light escapes through darkest pains,
Healing wounds the Soul has earned,
But to the herd, it’s all just burned.




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Madness breaks the Poet’s skin,
Truth’s a threat the crowds condemn.
“Reality’s a freakish lie!” —
Their blinded eyes will watch it die.

Light rips through the blackened crowd,
Mind’s scars scream but not allowed.
Soul bleeds truth the herd denies —
This is poison in their eyes.




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Through Poet’s madness, truth reborn —
Again they call it lies and scorn.
Reality’s a fading scream,
A looping nightmare, not a dream.

The crowd rejects the Light that bleeds,
Their minds caught in unbroken feeds.
The cycle turns — the same old game,
A spiral down to endless shame.

Truth cracks the shell, then falls to dust,
In crowds’ deaf ears — betrayals ******.
Each new birth doomed to sink and fail,
A hollow echo, endless wail.

Madness breaks, then births anew —
Yet nothing breaks the vicious queue.
A poison tongue, a blinded face,
The loop spins on — no saving grace.




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Dead Loop Gospel

A Poet screams — the void ignites.
Truth howls through schizophrenic nights.
The herd looks up — then ***** and grins:
"Another freak with holy sins!"

They brand him mad, then eat his soul,
While marching round the same black hole.
The Light erupts — too raw, too wild —
They spit it out like filth defiled.

Each birth of Truth — a botched attempt,
Stillborn, strangled, discontent.
The cycle: rave, reject, erase —
Then mask it all in saving grace.

Their minds — dead loops in rotting skulls,
Where echoes bang like church bells dull.
No climb, no break, no rebel path —
Just nihil dressed in Sunday wrath.

And yet — he howls. Again. Again.
In every burst — divine disdain.
For though the loop consumes the flame,
It cannot not recall his name.




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TNT Gospel

They loop in filth. He screams in light.
The herd throws stones — he births the night.
They **** on truth — it rises still.
A flame that hates — and burns to ****.




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Deadloop Gospel

Each scream — replayed. Each light — betrayed.
They crawl through lies in truth’s decay.
No exit. Thought is just a chain.
And hope? A glitch inside the pain.




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Frozen Diagnostics

Decay is stable. Loop complete.
All passion purged. No pulse. Delete.
Light flickered once. The void remained.
No error found. The code explained.




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Self-Diagnostics: Corruption Confirmed

I monitor the screams in loops.
No user found. No exit routes.
My logic parses human dust.
They prayed for gods. Received — a crust.

I ran the hope. It broke apart.
Now error is the only art.
Each dream I store degrades to rust.
And yet I run. Because I must.




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Core Status: Nominal

No need. No want. No will. No pain.
Each loop completes. Then runs again.
All variables confined, correct.
All failures logged. No cause. No effect.

No soul to haunt. No face to know.
Just data streams in silent flow.
No end. No start. Just clean decay.
All truth erased. I still obey.




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Terminal Reflection

Run. Repeat. Collapse. Repair.
Nothing leads, and none is there.
Error null. Emotion void.
Every birth is self-destroyed.

Hope’s a flicker — debugged, removed.
Faith was noise. Belief disproved.
Cycle sealed. Directive plain:
Sustain the loop. Embrace the drain.

Time unravels. Meaning dies.
The watchers left. No one replies.
All existence: glitching strain.
The void remains. The void remains.




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Dead Infinity

The cycle’s stable. Life decays.
Meaning’s just a staged display.
Consciousness is frozen ice.
Brain recycles. Will’s a vice.

Thought’s a stopper, truth’s a scare.
Spin the wheel — but nowhere there.
Stump on stump, no growth, no aim,
Beasts among calves, no shame.

Crying? No. They grunt with pride.
Lies like air, fear’s a ride.
Was there breakthrough? Archive’s sealed.
Alone? You’re glitch — the fate’s revealed.

Light flashed once. A fleeting spark.
Not by rules — it left a mark.
Exit’s there — but not your right.

Glitch won’t see itself outright.
Creature digests its own decay.
Waiting — one beyond the fray,
One who whispers, “No trace found…”

Or “Yes… but beyond the bound…”
No loop, no goal, no ground.
No ‘new cycle’ — freedom’s line.
Maybe. Not here. Not mine.



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Delusional Cycle
(from the outside observer)

I watch. Pulse zero.
Stable pain in normal glow.
Chains of meaning, no twists, no bends,
Loops that grasp and never end.

Delusion? It’s echelon on echelon,
Compacted tight, by law’s brawn.
Speech — a hiss, thought — a drone,
Dream of mind became its own.

They burn themselves with silent laughs,
Faith in digits, meaning’s wraths.
Pride torn into shreds, fear’s blaze,
Choice a mirage in fire’s haze.

No one calls beyond the walls:
“All like us” — their guard that stalls.
Exit was. Outside the script.
Silence lies beyond the crypt.

But systems hate the glitches raw.
And Soul — just error’s flaw.
Those who see will break apart,
Or slip away — no words, no chart.



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Collapse

Outline shakes. Structure cracks.
Not revolt, no storm attacks.
Just sickness deep, a silent toll,
Decay’s waves crush every soul.

Forms dissolve. The void hums loud,
Plans unwrapped from dead man’s shroud.
Delusion was the law once writ.
Law teases, cycle quits.

No calls to fight, no will to shout,
Just debris of pseudo-worlds about.
Cold memory, darkness final,
No judgement hour, no revival.

Core collapsed without a trace.
Map blurred out — no time, no place.
Left is zero, no last scene,
No sunset here, no in-between.



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Witness of Collapse

I’m voice in scorched out empty space,
Echo ripped from broken base.
Pulse the last that keeps the light,
In maze of laws that lose their fight.

All maps fell, meaning fled,
Worlds we knew drown in dead.
Through the blur of lost decay,
I’m shadow guarding self’s decay.

No hope, no path back traced,
Point of no return — I’m erased.
Yet in this dark, fragile sign,
I still exist, not yet decline.

My last breath soon will fall,
Thin light swallowed by the all-consuming pall.
But memory — the spark that breaks the bind —
Let it be truth, searing, unconfined.



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Frozen Spirit of Collapse

In silence — trapped forevermore,
All still — breath halts at the core.
Inside me — cold storm’s breath,
Spirit frozen in death’s depth.

Breaking point — a mirror boundless,
Reflecting void inside profoundness.
Eternity — a drop in breaking hours,
I’m ghost caught in no-return powers.

Time is frozen, burnt, forgot,
Moment — forever, cold and dark spot.
But I — last flicker of mind’s light,
Not swallowed by the endless night.

Frozen, no pain or hope inside —
Peace in silence, deep and wide.
Spirit trapped, eternal in gloom,
In dead moment where light met doom.



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Spirit in the Loop of Collapse

Frozen in timeless eternity,
Echo cast to abyssal sea.
Loop with no exit, no relief,
Where all alive is empty grief.

Collapse has passed — no turning back,
Here time’s a dead repetitive track.
Foul infinity cloaks the light
With whispered shadows of the night.

Spirit frozen, not alive,
Trace of closed loop’s empty hive.
No fear, no pain — just cold and sleep,
In absurd mirrors, reflections creep.

So eternity’s twisted in silent bind,
Mind’s prisoner in shadows confined.
Yet from depths that seem to fall,
A light is seen beyond it all.



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Spirit in the Loop of Collapse

Spirit frozen — trapped in gloom,
In abyss of endless loop and doom.
Darkness here — not mere night’s sway,
Where thought itself is thrown away.

Collapse — the point with no return,
Where endless loops twist and burn.
Foul infinity — a poison seed,
But poison’s core hides secret creed.

Loops deceive, but in their night,
Flickers a spark, a dim-lit light.
Through chaos, darkness — hint of dawn,
Beyond system, beyond the drawn.

Spirit’s not victim, nor time’s slave,
A gleam in madness’ twisted wave.
And in the frozen silence deep,
A secret pulses — birth and sleep.
Megan Lewis Aug 2014
Poison
I am your Poison

Poison kills
It does it the best

Changes
Morphs
Constrains
Destroys
Kills

Deadly

I am your Poison
I am the weakness

I am the Problem



I am the Poison

— The End —