“Like All the Rest”
I’d love to be a dumbhead,
Applaud the Dark with pride,
Feed fascist strength with drumhead
Obedience — and lie!
It’s easy — be “like others”!
It’s simple: just — a herd!
Why ask, like Hamlet, questions,
When Strada is the word?
For Strada comes — the reapers
Will mow the fools for meat.
But now, they grin like sleepers —
The LIES taste sweet as sleet…
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Like all the rest? Then bleat and die!
The butcher grins — and so do I.
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In the Pen
Great Oink, the mighty teacher,
The chieftain of the swine,
Is stall-ward, flag-bearer,
Commander by design.
The flags are smeared with feces?
No matter — let them wave!
"The foe surrounds! Unite, pigs!
Charge forward, to be brave!
You’ll get your daily slop, pigs,
The freshest filth in town!
Oppose me? Traitor hoglets —
We'll gladly chew them down!"
The herds unite in glory,
They rush against the threat.
Short rations? That’s no worry —
Eat outcasts! Problem — set.
We'll grow the list of traitors,
And raise the sacred bar
Of what offends good porkers —
Decency's too far!
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The flags are brown — but still they cheer:
"Obey the swine, or disappear!"
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Afterwards...
They'll write "bold poems" once the storm has passed,
When tyranny is safely in the grave.
But now they hum along — or just stay masked:
"Not war... just ops... it’s order... please behave."
They'll shoot their films, pen noble retrospectives —
So brave and wise... but only afterward.
Today, they’re docile sheep — the least reactive —
Too scared to even glare at fascist herds.
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They'll shout "I fought!" when all is calm and still —
But now? They serve. Obedient and chill.
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The Deathbird
I tear the chains,
Burn every nerve.
I’m sick of these stains —
These sellout ****** I serve.
Only Death’s my friend —
He’ll never betray.
This world, end to end,
Is a shrine of decay.
There are a few sparks,
But the moment is gone.
And Death, like a lark,
Stings fools — then moves on.
Her lift is immense,
She cuts through the grime.
If I make some sense,
She’ll take me — this time.
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The Deathbird lifts — I’ve paid the toll.
Let liars rot. I want my soul.
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The Deathbird
I rip the cords.
Nerves blaze and burn.
I'm done with the hordes
Of ****** who sold their turn.
Death walks beside me —
Unbending. Alone.
This temple of lying
Will crack into stone.
A world of false idols,
Of drooling decree —
No thought, no revival,
Just worship of meat.
There are the few — bright ones —
But time has been lost.
The vortex ignites us,
Then buries the cost.
And Death, as a creature,
Unchained and immense,
Spreads wings like a preacher
Of fire and offense.
She circles the wreckage —
This madhouse of swine.
She hungers for exit,
And so, too, do I.
If she finds me worthy,
Not gagged, not asleep —
She’ll pull me through fury
Too vast and too deep.
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The Deathbird rises. Lies collapse.
I tear the leash. No turning back.
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The Deathbird
I tear the cords.
Let fire sear.
No more accords
With ****** and fear.
I walk with Death —
The final friend.
This world of breath
Deserves its end.
False gods in rubble,
Truth sold for meat.
The drones stay humble
And kiss defeat.
Yes — few still burn,
But the time is done.
The gears won’t turn
Till the lies are none.
Then comes the Bird —
A storm, not grace.
Her scream is heard
Across all space.
She spreads her wings —
A thousand suns,
Unmaking kings
And blessed guns.
She doesn’t mourn.
She doesn’t weep.
She rips the scorn
From slumber’s deep.
And I — once chained,
Now cut, now clear —
I ride her flame
Beyond the sphere.
Through howling skies
My Spirit tears,
Escaping lies,
And all their snares.
The veil is ash.
The code is dead.
The Dying Crash.
I rise instead.
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The Deathbird roars — the sky ignites.
My Spirit breaks through dead delights.
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The Advance of Hell
The fool stays blind —
No thought will grow.
The traitor’s kind
Won’t stop the flow.
World fascism,
In full attack,
Comes not with schism —
But through the pack.
CowID and war —
Just opening scenes.
Next: hunger roars,
While crowds serve fiends.
The "savior" lies —
A traitor’s face.
The "leader" cries
With fascist grace.
The "writer" scrawls
In filth and spin.
The lying scrolls
Drive madness in.
The fools grow dull,
Then duller still.
Excuses lull —
But mask ill will.
And Truth? It chokes
In gaslit streets.
The ones who spoke
Are obsolete.
Just scattered sparks
Against the tide —
And Hell no longer
Waits outside.
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Hell marches in. The crowd obeys.
The few who don’t — erased, erased...
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Sludge or Bombs?
Call the “flu” a brand-new plague —
Declare it loud, declare it big!
The goal’s to break the human brain,
Then **** all thought — like pulling rig.
The beasts in charge don’t lead with guns,
They rule with lies — their favorite tool.
They multiply deceit by tons,
Don’t need brute force to run a school.
Why beat the mob with tanks and drones
If trickery can crush the pack?
Just coat their minds with poisoned tones —
And drop some sludge like it’s a smack.
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No need for bombs — just feed them lies,
Then sludge their brains and watch them die.
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Sludge or Bombs
Call it “flu,” call it warfare light,
Push the fear — then **** the sight.
Truth’s a glitch, and brain’s the target,
Dumb 'em down — full-throttle market.
They don’t need no tanks or chains,
Just lies injected in your veins.
Wave the flag, then twist the plot —
You’ll love the cage, forget you’re caught.
Sludge in the vials, truth in the ditch,
Call it “care” — that’s the switch.
Mask the fraud in sweet concern,
Watch ‘em cheer while cities burn.
You want bombs? Nah, that’s passé.
Sludge’ll work in a smarter way.
Say it’s "safety", jab the flesh —
Then watch the mind turn limp, then mesh.
Who needs nukes when lies’ll do?
Feed ‘em fiction till they’re through.
No alarms, no battle cry —
Just a screen and a lullaby.
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Sludge not steel — that’s the plan.
Bomb the soul, then drop the man.
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Propagandwhores
They stitch their lies like latex masks —
The filth grows bold, obscene.
Propagandwhores do their tasks —
Soon they'll leave the scene.
The beastly reign won't last too long,
World fascism will rot.
The veil of lies — thick, loud, and strong —
Will fall. And they’ll be caught.
To Hell they’ll crawl — those snaky swine.
But this Hell’s here, and live.
They burn us now with poison-line
Broadcasts — yet they survive.
Their venom spreads through every mind,
The healing road is steep.
They slaughter souls with toxin kind —
A horror, cold and deep.
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They burn with lies, not flame or rod —
Hell’s not ahead. It’s here. It’s broad.
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Circuit of Madness and Hell
What happens in the zombie box —
The zombie box will tell.
It seems all true, no paradox —
And Hell is real as well.
Evil’s projection floods the world —
Words morph into acts.
While Reason’s fate is dissected, hurled —
Beasts bred in mental tracts.
What fools believe, what donkeys know —
The zombie box repeats.
Thus madness closes, row by row —
The road to Hell completes.
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The box screams lies — the mind decays.
Hell’s bridge is built through fools’ malaise.
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The Herd
Like cattle led,
By beasts they’re fed.
The little folk,
Glad for the joke —
Food, clothes, distractions,
Spirit’s lost traction.
Yearnings of the soul,
Thought’s deep goal —
Ignored, denied.
The herd’s content,
The wise are spent —
And all has died.
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The herd’s alive, but souls are dead.
The wise are lost, the beasts have led.
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Stone Jungles
A crafty type,
The “king of nature,” sly.
That “nature” thrives
In stone jungles dry.
Where lies are currency,
Traitors breed and lie.
Selling, selling,
Betrayal’s trade.
The more you cheat,
The bigger the raid —
You pluck the fools,
More scams displayed.
The goal — to pluck,
To lie and play,
Forget the soul,
The mind’s bright sway.
Avoid the cursed,
No questions stay,
And live without
The soul’s own ray.
Reduced to skin —
A hollow shell.
A gut, a skin,
In greed to dwell,
Dividing spoils,
In darkness fell.
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Stone jungles rule — no heart, no brain.
Just skins and guts, in greed’s domain.
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Stone Jungles
Crafty king, the nature’s fraud,
Stone jungle’s rule, a brutal god.
Lies in stock — betray, sell, trade,
Traitors breed, the game is played.
More you cheat, more fools you pluck,
Feed the beast — no time for luck.
Soul forgotten, mind shut tight,
Questions banned — don’t seek the light.
Skin and gut — that’s all you’re worth,
In this jungle, no rebirth.
Greed divides the spoils rough,
Sharp and cold, the streets are tough.
Forget your soul, forget your dreams,
Stone jungles crush your silent screams.
Hollow shells just grinding meat —
No mercy here, no clean defeat.
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Stone jungles bleed, no heart, no grace,
Just skins and guts in a cold hard place.
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The First Fallen
Who calls the war by proper name
Ends up locked away, the same.
The First Fallen — Reason’s fall,
A mind enslaved, obedient thrall.
Behind the fake Führer’s grin,
They march to death — a hollow win.
Fascist lies, all wrapped in lies,
Draped in falsehoods, thin disguise.
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The first to speak the truth gets chained,
While fools march on, their minds restrained.
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The War Is Lost
The second army—filth unleashed—
Strikes civilians with cruel ease.
Old-fashioned “mortar” still increased,
Ruled by the fool who’ll soon appease.
But behind that double-faced rat,
The Kremlin’s grip still holds the throne.
On a thread she’s hanging flat—
Soon justice calls to take her home.
The tribunal’s set, it’s coming fast—
The war is lost, the end’s in sight.
Propagandwhores may spew their gas,
But lies now hold no worth or might.
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The war is lost, the tyrants fall.
Lies bleed dry — the truth stands tall.
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Pushing the Limits
Soldiers’ widows chat of joys,
As graves are called in grim deploys.
Men—slimy worms—refuse the fight,
Won’t die for Führer’s hollow right.
Decay’s threshold — Hell’s own blight:
All demons flood this broken site.
And what’s beyond? More rot, more fall —
The limit’s pushed — the final call.
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Widows talk while graves expand,
Decay consumes this cursed land.
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The Darkness of New "Norms"
Trash to feed,
With lies beneath —
Fascist feed,
Poisoned sheath.
Toxin in food,
Falsehoods spread.
A Vile rules,
Obedience bred —
And leads you straight
To evil’s seat,
Where worms like you
Are crushed beneath.
Trash to feed
Will vanish soon:
The darkness born
Of “norms” — a doom.
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Poisoned scraps, the worm’s new feast,
Lies breed darkness — truth deceased.
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The Ninth Wave
They **** in your eyes — but that’s the dew
Of a dumb god’s petty crew.
They guard their skins, to feast, to thrive,
While feeding heads just to survive.
They **** on heads, call it care,
In vile lies, fools find no air.
They **** and **** — the ruler’s right,
Only he holds power tight.
Soon they’ll say, pants raised high,
“Run!” — and you just comply.
“No” is rare — the CowID
Made it clear: minds cease to be.
Seven-eighths — dumb and spent,
Ruled by Lies’ Ninth Wave, unbent.
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The Ninth Wave crashes — lies prevail,
Minds drowned deep in a poisoned gale.
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The Ninth Wave
They **** in your eyes — but call it dew,
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.
Their bodies shield them, feeding greed,
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.
They **** on heads, disguise the plague,
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.
The ruler’s right — his throne of ****,
Unshaken, cruel, the ultimate writ.
Soon pants will drop — commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”
“No” is gone — CowID declared,
Seven-eighths lost, mind stripped and bared.
The Ninth Wave rises — black, unbound,
A tsunami of lies, crushing ground.
It drowns the last spark of the sane,
Apocalypse born in the reign.
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The Ninth Wave roars — the mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world — a wave of death.
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The Ninth Wave
They **** in your eyes —
But call it dew —
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.
Their bodies shield —
Feeding greed —
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.
They **** on heads —
Disguise the plague —
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.
The ruler’s right —
His throne of **** —
Unshaken, cruel — the ultimate writ.
Soon pants will drop —
Commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”
“No” is gone —
CowID declared —
Seven-eighths lost, minds stripped and bared.
The Ninth Wave rises —
Black, unbound —
A tsunami of lies — crushing ground.
It drowns the last spark —
Of the sane —
Apocalypse born — in the reign.
Final battle cry:
The Ninth Wave roars —
The mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world —
A wave of death.
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Veterinarians of Fascism
Those vets who “care”
For sheep to thrive —
Their “healing” glare
Just keeps them alive.
Bold lies prescribe
The cure of fear,
Till fools comply —
Their end is near.
They shove the sludge,
Fake tests proclaim:
“All sick!” they judge —
No health remains.
No place for truth
In madhouse walls —
Fascism’s root
In every hall.
The world’s mad house —
Synonym for pain,
Fascists push dread —
And mental strain.
Those sick in mind,
They’ll “cure” with lies,
Just switch the tags —
The poison flies.
Stand firm, resist —
Or be their prey,
Vets of fascist “care”
Will take your soul away.
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Vets of lies, with poisoned cure,
**** the mind — make fools endure.
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Fear and Obey
Fear and obey,
Obey and fear —
Round and round,
Hell draws near.
Fear’s a plague,
You’re just a tool.
To crush that fear —
Stupidity’s rule.
The scaffold’s lost —
The world’s the stage.
In dullness trained,
Generations cage.
Monsters thrive
In skillful lies,
Their brand is stamped
Across all skies.
Reforged like sumo beasts,
The vile press down.
Mind and spirit choke —
Under the crowd’s crown.
Ruled by fear,
Ruled by dull,
Almost all fools
Wear the dull skull.
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Fear’s the leash — obey the call,
Stupidity’s grip will make you fall.
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Promises Every Year
Vova robbed St. Petersburg,
In treachery well-versed,
His “merits” crowned the throne,
Though death had him rehearsed.
They killed him long ago,
Yet no one speaks the truth,
As if the dead still spin
Their lies in endless youth.
Those promises — for all,
On every broken theme,
A library could rise
From all that empty scheme.
The double-faced Führer’s here —
Now killing with a grin,
A shadow puppet master’s game,
Where truth has worn too thin.
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Vova’s dead, but still he lies,
The double Führer wears disguise.
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Different Paths
Wretches march —
A mad, false world.
You grow old —
Your mind’s unfurled.
Youth’s vows fade —
You sell your soul.
Opening doors
To evil’s role.
Wretches march —
Step aside.
At first, it’s harsh —
The price of stride.
You’re a lone walker —
Don’t join the throng.
Better be a prisoner,
Than march with wrong.
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Wretches march — but you must part,
The lonely road saves your heart.
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A Method of Suicide
Poetry will **** you,
If you dare expose.
But Death will cradle—
The way life goes.
Nerves will drain away,
Health fades to none.
Heart attacks lead the way,
The rest’s just dumb.
Let each line be TNT,
Exploding loud.
Gather strength — ignite the spark —
Then fly unbound.
Where Death will take you,
Doesn’t matter—
This Hell’s the foulest,
Praised by fool or slatter.
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Poetry’s a deadly flame,
Death’s embrace ends the game.
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Accelerating and Spreading
Time speeds up,
Stupidity grows.
Life’s no longer —
A burden shows.
Total foolishness
Kills the last sparks
Of spirit, thought —
Lost in the dark.
All crave lies,
Like frozen machines.
Few remain pure —
The world’s unclean.
So all is lost —
This cursed place,
A hell on earth,
For the unwashed race.
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Time runs fast, the fools prevail,
A dying world beneath their veil.
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Hell by Light
“Tarnished hues — sulfur, blue, and gold.
I tore the flickering chains apart,
And, bursting bright, though burned and cold,
I killed the dreadful Nothing’s heart.”
— Konstantin Balmont, “Death to Death,” 1899
Tear this false world — unworthy, torn,
Where Spirit and Mind lie slain and worn.
You only lose chains — the dead walk here,
Amid the lies that bind in fear.
There’s Power in Light — seek it inside,
Ignite, consume, let all be fried.
Let fools keep chewing lies they trust —
The freaks will fall, swept off this dust.
Stronger than thought, that Light’s aflame,
It’s coming soon to Hell’s dark claim,
Where men are numbers, cold, confined,
And devils seek the obedient mind.
Be one with this fierce, mighty Light,
We must burn Hell from its blight.
Let this be Evil’s answering call,
Since war is waged to break us all.
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Light will burn the hellish lies,
Rise up now — let darkness die.
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The Flood
Abhorrence, filth multiply —
This is the Flood, no lie!
This world will drown and rot,
In lies — a foolish blot.
The world’s own grave-digger stands,
A fiend who rules these lands.
We’ve hit the very bottom’s floor —
Mad slaves forevermore.
The wise and spirits few remain,
Amidst the foul, profane.
Abhorrence reigns without contest,
Honor stands the lone protest.
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The flood of lies consumes us all,
Only honor stands, tall.
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The Sack
The selling fiends believe the world is strong,
Since souls are sold, it’ll last lifelong...
But lies and treason hold this fragile frame,
A rotten base — no crypt to claim.
The filth will spread, and all will drown —
The rightful end of traitor’s crown.
And if a traitor spares your skin? —
The Super-Goat’s dark plans begin.
These selling fiends deserve Hell’s fire,
And Hell is here — Dante’s a liar.
The sack with gold will be seized away,
And down they go — no price to pay.
All they have left — a worthless sack,
Dragged down and sunk — no turning back.
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Rotten sacks, their gold all lost,
Hell’s the fate — the final cost.
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Jihad of Lies
For Lies, a jihad —
When no **** fool
Remains above the bottom’s rule.
The idiot’s glad —
Feeds on poison and sham.
A war declared on all of us — ****.
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Lies wage jihad — fools starve in pain,
The war on truth will rage again.
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Jihad of Lies
Lies declare their jihad, no fool survives,
Stuck in the gutter where the bottom thrives.
Idiot chomps on poison and deceit,
War on us all — no retreat, no defeat.
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Roast and Steam
Roast and steam
Hit the world of lies.
Here, falsehood’s balm —
A dead fool’s guise.
Scalded by that lie,
But from above, the Flame
Will say: “Well cooked,
The stench’s no more to blame!”
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Lies get burned, the truth ignites,
The stink dissolves in cleansing lights.
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“With ‘Care’ for the Livestock”
In Memory of Vladimir Vysotsky
The wolf hunt’s done —
Now jackals roam.
A beast-house built —
For donkeys’ home.
But that’s half the pain —
All around, the sheep.
Where sheep prevail,
Fascism runs deep.
It kills the herd
With “care” so sly.
Bold lies abound —
Enough to make you dry.
But war’s loud *******
Is now in style:
The cattle drown
In lies — “care” piled.
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Wolves are gone, the sheep now reign,
Fed with lies — in care’s cruel chain.
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Fishing
Bighead carp bites the worm,
Fools bite lies — it’s their term.
Care for bait, when casting wide —
Rotten hooks where truths have died.
Only fools love rotten stuff —
Scatter lies, that’s more than enough.
Rot and lies together blend —
A perfect trap, my crafty friend.
Stock up well on rotten lies —
You’ll be fishing fool’s surprise.
Your friend’s a gibberish brew:
The biggest fool bites through and through.
Catching fools is easy, see —
A science of the century:
Let the lie just rot and stink —
And dull the mind of those who think.
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Cast your rotten bait, beware,
Fools will bite into the snare.
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Graduation
The ***** is set, the nut is tight —
Today’s the school’s last night!
The fiends increase the “bonds” all round —
“You’re bound,” if madness you have found.
That school must **** your mind outright,
Teach obedience, keep quiet tight.
Then you’ll uphold all their abuse,
For here the pawn’s the one profuse.
He’s food for freaks, that wretched spawn —
Those fiends howl on from dusk till dawn.
The school will teach you not to fight —
It’s game over, no more light.
From there, but few with souls come through,
The rest rot in Hell’s vile brew —
A Hell that’s real, no fantasy —
If madness rules your canopy.
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School screws minds to keep control,
Only few escape that hole.
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Biomechanics
Dead children of dead parents —
Wretched victims of Hell’s war.
Armies of fiends — corruptors of Spirit —
Strike with lies and cunning more.
Darkness in minds — the final cost.
The filthy zombie sees no chains.
He “thinks” this world’s beneath a God...
But under Satan’s reign remains.
Tone too harsh? We all are blamed,
But fool’s the enemy eternal.
He’s always ready for Evil’s game,
A MECHANISM in Reason’s journal.
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Dead souls march in evil’s scheme,
Fools fuel the nightmare’s dream.
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Losing One’s Mind
We’re losing our minds, not the road,
And not much left before the load —
The world’s grand madhouse comes to call:
Soul death, mind’s sarcoma fall.
There, the diagnosis common, plain.
Filth’s for those who complain.
It’s bliss to jab with rotten stuff —
Why fight? The pain’s enough.
People drive these roads, you see.
Fools served up as food for beastly.
They feast, they laugh, the fiends delight,
Hell on Earth goes on — no light.
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Minds decay, the madness spreads,
Hell on Earth, where fiends are fed.
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Boots and Nerds
Boots outrank glasses — easy to break,
To crush the specs, fools gladly take.
The fool’s old-school, the idiot’s loud —
This breed is bred to rule the crowd.
Spread the lies, ignite the fight —
You’ll claim each battle, wrong or right.
And crushing smarts is not a feat —
Boots stomp brains beneath their feet.
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Boots crush brains, and fools obey,
Lies win out, and smarts decay.
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Just So Nothing Happens...
Just so nothing breaks the way —
And Evil doesn’t have its day...
Fiends’ “laws” shift like drifting sand:
Alive? Then luck’s still in your hand.
Luck’s on *******’ donkey’s back,
Bent beneath the fiends’ attack.
But donkey brays, “It’s not so bad.
They say: ‘The war is being had?’”
No war declared by fiendish kind —
They break the donkeys’ trusting mind.
Drowned in lies, these fools are sent,
To slaughter’s door — called “labor’s” vent.
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No war declared, just lies to bite,
Donkeys march blind into the night.
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“Search” Algorithms
Deceits and traps —
That’s Yandex’s scheme.
Filters, ads —
Fascism’s grim dream.
No logic there,
Just shame and dread.
Answers given —
To the dull and dead.
A clever mind can’t find a trace.
Kab’ala plots invade the space.
Madness reigns — a mental pit,
Where fools just stumble, never quit.
There you’ll find in that mad hall
Simple answers, made to stall:
Rotten tricks for rotten skins,
“Cures” that feed fascist sins.
You’ll become a willing pawn,
The people march — forlorn,
Once a “Cosomol” proud and bright,
Now just rabble lost to night.
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Lies in code, no truth to find,
Madness rules the searcher’s mind.
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A Human?
Fiends bomb Kherson’s hospitals down,
Claiming they’ve come here to own the town...
And all the crazies trust the box —
That zombifies with endless talks...
And that’s a human? Hell, no way!
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Hospitals burn, fiends invade,
Zombied fools just watch the charade.
