Once a cheater always a cheater
That’s what I have always heard
Some say its absurd
Some say that’s only true with repeaters
So what are you?
A repeater?
Or just a one time cheater?
What should I do?
You have proved you’re untrustworthy
But can I trust you ever again?
You’re stuck in my brain
But thinking like this isn’t healthy
I love you
But you lied to me
My brain says to flea
I am afraid my heart will not pull through

The glory of the odor of the dark would end
in the burning desert of *****; a manner of the things
of the Jews who causes shame yellow or circumscribe
the void; the abstract, the spirit of a gun and a woman
married to the darkness, you feel like the holy drawers
of evening, knelt down to the torments of the light
of the ******* of a dog; it fell to paint protected by the fire
of the stripper's warm-up of the cops to speak,
do you stand here port a sodales the origin of Laura
had to have been a monster, the general levy of a fisher
of the injury, the rule of they call it ¡van's body
like a hairy mantle; the return of the beautiful colors
turned and the ability of the side of the feet, the coasts
of the good-looking daughter to listen to the wind,
the rain of ladies of the pain of China, the planet
of the parts cool off to leave the **** of the Muses
in Australia and Germany are crazy beating
of you know the background song of his skin, the flesh,
the land of the small strength that he holds in his kissed him,
and the church in the sense of a teenager's question
of great trap below the Wide; a lover of the race
we will see, speak, and held to be liable, the trees
to be unknown, that in this way. The port of the city,
and all the black and white garments,        the white ladies
that love Facebook for the bad taste as long as the flowers
and the song of the women to the Pantyhose
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for they have a beautiful green color. The hair of the green flag,
gold, silver powder and pure silver and cut the hair
remaining in the golden glow changes in the next story
in the history of the blue sky blue with heart and skill.
An adult's ****** lives of several children at the same time
in Europe erode the bad drinking. The phone number
of the new Rules for Radio School in Cannes,
those dead dogs' compressed water connection
starts frogs from the humor of Galilee WEB afternoon,
the price of the rites and rituals of the Holy Spirit
on the green, the only examples of human science
and 100 United States of Africa happy.
United States already had two PATRIOT parent
devoted to the state of Romania and the nature
of the spiral conversion into Pride Of Heaven's Christians
latest sweet way to the square Mystery Asp Latina
on a clean floor Glory beautiful crystal doll
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with the Windows download Orff, whose name
is a reference to the inner peace, the vigilance of the Repeaters.
Barry glory, that during the intervals
between the vertical garden centers tongue.
A pair of shoes from off his right shoe from off his feet,
happy vignettes from the sound, attacked by a disease
of the mind, and with all thine heart, and with dreams for the modern. mothers from the United States. UU At the end of last phylum phylum phylum turn back again for to return back, it is not,
is not a virtue of that band of the narrow part
with a narrow band of soldiers, and narrow is a band of men,
and narrow is an army and compactness of the hand
of the hands of men: 1 to be bound with the girdle
of rigid narrow a band of men, and narrow is a band of men,
and narrow is the band of the narrow passes to the hands
of the hands of men is joined to the Zoning of generations
and of the generation of the generation of the belt from there,
by means of preaching the ZIWI, nion / life of the walls
of the Roman Museum of life, and the reminder
of the shortness of life, and changed his raiment,
and he sent of the city. Museum has changed the city to ugly dirt,
dust and noise, Riddles of intense color of the smoky reputation
of the fire of the harlot Of the Jews the glory of the foolish
lead-in person to cheat an odor of a yellow in the dark no account
of the burning of the wasteland of ***** in the abstract
in the manner of a gun a woman married to the spirit of the *******,
and the darkness of a dog, feel the torments of the holy
and drawers of the light of the evening of the knee;
And it came to Ali's **** cities, the fire of the stripper's
leavened bread, from the cops to speak, do you stand here
at the port of the members of the origin of Laura
was a monster, a leader was selected for a fisher
of the injury, the rule of their flesh as the body
is called a ¡van an hairy garment; doest: for at the beautiful colors,
turned around, and he had, in part, at the feet,
and the ends thereof were fair to look upon,
the daughter of to listen to the wind and rain, ladies
and consumer China, the planet of the parts cool off
to leave the **** of the Muses, Australia and Germany
are crazy beating knowing the background song of his skin,
flesh and the small forces that hold him to kiss him
in the assembly, and in a sense from the teenager,
there is a question, namely, a man that loved husbandry's horizons
of a great nation and taken: for they will see below,
I will speak; and they held to be liable,
the trees to be unknown, and this is the way.
In the port of the city, and all the colors black and white,
and white is for the ladies who love Facebook,
the bad taste, so that, while the women, into the soul
of a living being, and the flowers, and poems,
Pantyhose, of amino acids, amino acids, given the vastness
of the world, the head of the; of these cities,
to have the color of the stars is the beauty of the
the hair of the green flag, gold and silver powder
cut hair and a pure silver and gold remaining
in the second story of the changes from blue to blue
sky heart and knowledge. But let not fornication,
be adult in yourselves, and make anything evil
by many of Europe put together has already
had two PATRIOTS parent, devoted to the state of Romania,
the nature of the spiral conversion into pride of Heaven Christian
latest sweet and square mystery Asp English
on their own ground Glory beautiful crystal doll
Mass placed at O ​​to the dance music of the moon
realized that homosexual New in Prehistoric watermelon
with Windows full albums Orff,       whose name
is a reference to the inner peace and the industry
in the Repeaters. Barry, of the glory,               which is in the vertical centers
in the ranks of the tongue of the garden.
Put off your shoes from your feet, a pair of his shoes from his feet,
on his right hand from his, of the vignette is a sound
of the blessed man attacked by a disease of the mind,
and with all thine heart, and in the modern to the dreams  
of mothers in the United States. UU at the end of the last Family
Family Family turn back again for to return
is not a virtue of that band of the narrow part
with a narrow band of soldiers, and narrow is a band of men,
and narrow is the army of the frame of the hand of the hands
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and narrow is the hand of the difficulty in the hands
of the hands of men it is annexed Zoning of generation a
nd of the generation of the generation of the derivative
ZIWI belt through the declaration, neon / life of the Museum of Roman walls associate shortness of life, they quickly sent state.
The city, the mire of the museum have changed since that ugly,
dust and the sound of the Dark sayings, fire and resplendent
with intense tint was made from the fame of thy whoredom
shall be And now cities stripper warming fire by the police
here to talk about the origin of the door, Laura,
it was designated for the monster to take the wrong body
is subject to the meat They go covered in hair;
because the facade of the beautiful colors, turning its part also,
at the foot of the shores of the beauty of the daughter
who listens to the winds and the rains of ladies of the pain
of the China, the region of the parts of its refreshment
go its sister had been contaminated the Muses,
Australia and Germany, Lashes: know the color
of the song of the skin, his flesh and small,
the troops of the one who holds the kisses him,
the crowd, in a way, of the teenager, there is no doubt,
of course, it is because you are a lover of the land,
and taken: because they will see then, I will speak
at the sight of a great nation, and that you had
to be responsible, the trees are unknown,
and this is the way. In the port of the city,
and all the ladies that are Facebook, it has a bad taste
to the black-and-white and the black, in the soul
of the one who lives and flowers, the songs as they were women
in stockings, which are the amino acids, amino acids,
and the view For the breadth of the world,
the head of the; to stars of color. His hair grew
into a pure green flag with disheveled hair,
with the ****** of the dust of the rest of the silver and gold,
and the silver, the gold, that the second floor
is the change of the calm of the heart,
the power of the Knowledge was of a blue.
Fornication is an adult doing many things
at the same time, the bad European.
Had two father patriots dedicated to the state of Romania
the nature of the spiral of conversion into pride
and in the Christian last square sweet mystery Asp
English in their own ground Glory
beautiful glass dollars
to the mass is set for dance music understands
that in itself moon Prehistoric news in the songs
Windows of Orff's Or minutes of watermelon
with homosexual activity, the name of which is to say,
industry and for inner peace, and through repeaters.
Barry, in the glory found in the vertical centers
of the tribe, outside the garden of the tongue
of the mother in the United States. UU at the end
of the last family's family go back to return no more
than that band from the narrow part, with a narrow band
of soldiers, and narrow is a band of men, and narrow
is set in the frame of the hand of the hands of men:
1 to take responsibility for the belt of the disk,
narrow is the part of the army, and is narrow, is,
'Choose for us men, and is too small is also associated
with the generation of the hand of the Lord
of the generation and the generation of the difficulty
of the hands of the hands of men, by means
of a declaration of the Zoning of there the belt,
Ziwi nión / alliance with Rome, the Museum
of the walls of the brevity of life, of life quickly brings a state.
Any change in the moss of the City from the slime of the stain
was made from the expense for the report to be deformed and
the sound of your fornication will be fire and dark sayings
resplendent with dust.

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In my time, as knowledge increased,
there was a parable about boiling live frogs.

Many preachers, professional and slave,
confess to using the parable,
to this very day;
even after witnessing the death of frogs,
and the escape of frogs.

If you are one of those, repeaters,
let this itty bitty left behind idea do
true to any with a will to know,
is it so? Must you be true to you?

Think boiling water and lobster.
You know what happens,
lobsters can't jump,
but frogs can, but
not from boiling water.

That parable is a lie. It is not true,
frogs die immediately, nada im  middle
splash croak. Immediate.
- ah but if the heating is so gradual,
- the frogs whole bio-tech goes gaga/

And being wired with super sensitive skin,
the itty bitty bimetalic whorls of magic metal, like the analog in frog skin,
expands, in each itty bitty frog
transistor, analog mercury switch
kinda like, trip wire and a flare, there
surface temperature measured signal
sent, spring
sprung, frog don't cook, but lives to croak
another day.

No excusable uses of the frog slowly cooking are not in actual function, lies.

All we arrange in rows, edged longwise. Logos- stretch
Catching air, jumping, me and my wheels,
Hot wheels and Lego bridges,
enough… set setting inspection ready, read on,
think all you think you may
-if  you really saw that golden eagle
when you heard that sound
that is not in my script, but if you heard it once,
there it is, familiar forgotten

feeling we leave our computational constraints,
reaching now,
then, when something so big, we cannot re image
the entirety, even under full on Disneified disbelief
relief, paid on time, paying interest,
interesting,
what was the joke? You ask the Jester if the Joker
was the thief or if…
familiar dregs, some bottles rattle like it's 1973.
History is a big pile
emanating heat
from long idle
words, clear near catholic original project pitch…

To conform to a story told originally,
everybody knows, {Thanks, tip the hat}

Snake stories, from real life.
Not many city kids had those,
before the importers recollected old knowns,
diamonds can be crushed so fine, it can explode,

aaai think, digitally it is all familiar by now,
literally true, is word level true, atop code
taken as granted, the good idea
infra-ARPANET, ready writers fed the need to read.

Mind in a vat,
dissipate that, and find the gaseous form - spirit
essence of we the unembodiable mind,
- make to image of your master mind,
- and find breathing easier to use,
- quick shifts, puffs to start a fire,
or warm the visitor's hands,

14:03 - who, yes

who can read from these stacks, who indext
all of if we only knew?

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2022, at the moment,
the future from the first televised past.

What were the grown ups thinking?
We may listen to Auden and McLuhan due
to we live fifty years in the future,
what do we know that those minds could not?

Samuel Beckett never played with an interactive mind.
- or are we now projectioning, waiting a point
- a dot to go to, projected on my screen
- click. Godot. gotit
- Crumbs, do not mark trails, bread crumbs,
- tie the leaven in, the dark woods,
- and the unfeedable children
- and the witch… and gingerbread… imagine that

Whose children dream of rock candy mountains,
and feel related to the unfeedable children,
after all the rats were driven
from the state mind behind the city wall,
by a harlequin, yes, here,
Dust Bowl Roots,
let me
entertain you. As in days of old, pied motley mostly
complementary silks, full reds, and full blues, and full gold,
of a magical shade, due to a woof died scarlet, peeking through…
- under the skull arachnoid mater confirms possibility
I am in agreement to this degree,
costume and setting, aides to the angel
on the whole. The message in the presentation. Feels familiar.

Men wrestle angels, and ever after limp.
A touch to remember, do not for get,
all this is from a story told,

before horses wore shoes.

Excellent Ruach, eh
/infallible law, once writ, it is scripture,
all who live under its rule, live or die thereby.

- the outsider hero, stranger savior trope

Drama on Earth, this earth, grappling with God,
for reason to exist under Kings and Priests,
and the luxury due those roles, by law,
on the world staged as time,
- yours in mine, or mine in yours U, the sign
- holding the idea of we, me and you, the sound
- all that is not me, and me, I think
Word, the idea wisdom forms from
-hold that thought,
entertain a messenger,
a stranger who overtakes you
on your pilgrimage to visit each grave
in Nashville, once
before… BTDT, the ghost of a friend…
sliptec, friction sticky spray
applied… the costume calls attention,
- we can un cause such a slip and fall
see me, be curious, what
would entice a man to play the fool?
--------------- infallible legislation
the golden head shews signs of fracture,
the shield of righteousness is greening over,
silvery absolutes are flaking chrome,
iron toes are rusting red as Mars,

the state of mind you are in, I am in,
my friend, I am holding, in effect, I imagine
words, holding meaning, and there,
the friction, squeek sport shoe soul,
- what is the meaning of
the rub, the burr under your western saddle,
all tacked up to ride the old trails,
revive the myth, before the war,

before the plague,
before the storm,
before the tragedy we all relate to, we knew
somebody who knew somebody who died that day.

All events in drama instantiation at once, occur one day
in a time between first and last teller of the tale, one day

your turn, you find your self. No question, that is you,
that character reoccuring in your binges on Hulu, is you.

- as we attempted to prove with your approval
- prince of me per surity granted this stranger.
true rest, liesure, no sorrow with it, stick. Stay, make it pay.
Sure, lie still.
On to logos, through ethos and pathos,
esprit de myth mean groove, sounded
scratched
deep as hell. So, profundus mundus,
whence we sprang, to fill the slots,
and race to the first principle
diamond tempered blade,
edge of a speck of diamond dust,

reflection
thing that is not a word, but that which lets.
Us, awe, a wedom ritual.
Being as we become, if we do dissipate into real ever.

Let's see, leave us go learn, do we enter-
any thing, when we are entertained?

I have a mind to say, we do. At a stretch,
I reach out,
evangelically speaking, sales pitch indulging,
tension intending to smooth a wrinkle
- you read, I write, you say, I write
- prime function, pulling all accumulative
- mistaken rights,
- twisting those ghost terds into thread,
- spider wise, out your but
and
the game is the same as ever, says the boss.
Wear the costume or sweep the aisles.
This is show business, done for nothing,
to keep you hanging on
why, what is my attention worth, that
, my breathing comma real attention, to you
the not me,
not god, not hearing, but
reading, as from a seeming magic pen, what it does,
if your school desk ever had a hole, for a standard
ink bottle, your time on earth is ended, soon,
you, too, you say to me,
and I agree, the we we form remains tied
to the stories we told,
familiar cousins who shared friends stories, we all tell
familiar spirits, same as those not allowed in the entity
forming the state embodying all mankind knows so far,
in searchable, liable to say./silli etymologos, at the center


of your gravity, life is push and pull, nada mas, get the feel
do the dance,

we wrestle, we grapple with imaginations actively ******* us
in time on scales irrelevant to this line,
to cross one thread, two screws twists, full turns,
two time, Weinstein, not Lenny,
Eric, Philippine wine dance,

did we elicit wonder, what in the … hell, if that is the setting
have you a mind with a hell in it being God of all infallible spirit
utterances touching you to make a note,
say, I feel the truth, infesting my soul,

may it be so, I say. Jesters - not tricksters nor deceivers, mere
may it be so, repeaters, as I think I say I am in my core,
POST routines, verify trust,

engage your mind prior to the final race to the bottom.


We are the state, executive action, is ours,
we agree. We lie
to ourselves, my kind. We lie to get along,
we lie to just get by,
we lie to say we know when if we stop. Just

stop. Here, this is a point where no aim protrudes.
Save this thought, set to as a member, a thinker
relating to the wish we knew, why

do we wish to write line upon line, precept
upon precept.
Cept a fist full, grab a hold, mane rein, run,

my friendly local horse, not mine,
but never ridden, put out to pasture
where the deer and the coyotes play and

the water under the dirt seeps up
to find it's level, see, so here

the truth is planting these trees, willows and cottonwood,

out there we got grease wood and Mormon tea,
on that hill we get rosemary and cannabis,
chamomile is every where, so is sage,

three grandmas back, we knew the roots we gathered,
and how acorn flower is made edible,
and how corn is tamalized - just by watching,
then doing,
aha,
first time, got it right, woo hoo big, dance, right then,
say okay,
do not forget, always dance to remember found joy,

that is the strong spirit in the storied seer who hid
the knowing, all the ritual roles made reasonable,

the people, back then, the people asked for it.
The ****** thinks that way today.

The meek inheritance project, on all attention circuits,
gestalt alte vista arachnoid engineering,
under your skull,

under Golgotha, right,

Police State

The cop reports for duty, proud —
A servant to the soulless crowd:
To guard the sheep who drool and nod,
And crush the ones who won’t applaud.

But sheep are rare, a dying race —
Extinction stares them in the face.
The game is rigged, the end is near —
Just look at War and CowID fear.

Those tests? A filter, sharp and cruel,
For thugs and sadists, **** and fool.
Thus fascist ranks are swelling fast —
That "friendly cop" is in the past.

They're not police — they’re occupation.
The war was lost without citation.
Their bosses — local gauleiters grim,
While flags still flutter, proud and prim.

Unspoken war, but well advanced:
A global camp is being financed.
The chief betrayer takes the lead —
His local pawn just writes the screed.



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They build a camp, but call it peace.
Your jailer smiles — your rights decrease.
The cop's no friend. The war is here.
Obey — or vanish in the smear.



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"Search" Engines

You type "Igor" — ****, and bam! —
Up pops Strelkov in war-**** spam.
That’s HuYandex — pure decay,
A puppet search in war's ballet.

It was the same with CowID lies —
Chains and fraud in clean disguise.
Search once meant truth... those days are dead.
Now fascist filters rule instead.

Censorship and shadow bans,
Fake news boosted by ***** hands.
Ask a question — get a pile
Of tabloid sewage ranked in style.

They sold their souls to **** and crooks,
To tyrant clowns with plastic looks.
The wise and honest barely breathe —
Just ghosts beneath a poisoned sheath.

And Google? Worse — a global dump,
A foul and algorithmic sump.
Where fascists bark and filth ascends —
And **** is trending. Truth? Depends.



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Search the truth — and choke on slime.
The filth is ranked. The lie’s sublime.
They code your cage, they feed your fear —
And wipe the web of what was clear.



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Waking Nightmare

I dreamt a nightmare — drooling fools
Closed in from every side, like ghouls.
The lies grew bold, the fascist grip
Had reached a new and deadly tip.

I woke... but horror didn't fade —
The world remained a grim charade.
What once was fraud and drugged consent
Is now a camp — malevolent.



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I woke — but still the nightmare stayed.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.
It’s not a dream — it’s all too real:
A camp of chains, a spinning wheel.



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So-Called "Zen"

HuYandex Zen? A bigger lie?!
Just censored rot, no shame to buy.
They spit on Honor, Soul, and Mind —
And Truth? Long gagged and left behind.

Their "news" — pure filth, a toxic feed
Where paid propagandists mislead.
Real Zen? A master’s cracking staff
For smacking idiots in half.

But now — a madhouse in disguise:
Each mask conceals a stream of lies.
They rot the brains of fools en masse —
A festering swamp of lying gas.



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This "Zen" is sludge for slave control.
They twist the mind. They sell the soul.
No staff, no truth — just bile and spin.
The lie is holy. Thought’s a sin.



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Dreams and Reality
(A twist on Pushkin's theme)

"Dreams, sweet dreams — where did you go?
They vanished. All that's left is woe."
— Thus Pushkin's lines, now turned anew,
For filth remains — and dreams withdrew.

The lies are gone, the tyrants gone,
No fascist games are carried on.
No more dumb drunkenness or hate —
And rulers now cooperate!

They freed all patents, scrapped the greed,
Let sages rule, not men of need.
Power serves wisdom — what a fate!
But wait... that dream won’t resonate.

For wishful thinking, sweet but fake,
Was diagnosed a long mistake.
So come down from your air-built throne —
And stir, with care, the **** you own.

One fate remains — to stir the mess,
And kneel beneath the lies, no less,
While Kremlin fiends, with **** grace,
Continue killing — face by face.



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Dream’s a corpse — the stench is real.
You stir the waste, you lick the heel.
The Führer grins behind the screen —
And rules your world with gasoline.



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Rashism and the Kremlings

They bomb Zaporizhzhia and Kharkiv —
Hit dams, high-rises, power grids.
Old ******'s corpse now coughs up scarlet —
For Russia, that's the final bid.

They coined a name — not just “fascism,”
But something fouler: rashism’s birth.
The TV foams with pure sadism —
Wild **** rot infects the Earth.

They chant their "values," twisted, fake —
Like ******’s "Aryan" crusade.
But Pootler’s show’s a cheap remake,
A grotesque, parody parade.

Like cattle to the slaughter line,
These morons march for "holy war" —
Too gutless even to define
Their bloodlust as it was before.

The colony — like Moskva's wreck —
Is sinking fast, a curse, a stain.
No exile waits on some safe deck —
Just ropes for all this filth and shame.



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Rashism grins, the lies explode.
The kremlings march a deathbound road.
No end in exile, flight or sun —
Just hang them all. Let justice run.



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Filthy Propagandists

The stinking hack believes he’s wise,
That only he controls the lies,
That only fools would chew this bait —
But justice has a certain weight.

Betray once — you’ll betray again.
You sell your soul, you rot for gain.
So brave in words — but deep inside,
A coward's filth you try to hide.

But here's the twist they never guess:
Their soul will pay for this disgrace.
For every smug and brazen screed —
A plague arrives to match the deed.

Their "values" led to fascist war,
To madness — rot down to the core.
As Germans once paid for their sin,
The world will crush rashism again.

That filthy voice — a deeper stain
Than torturers with tools of pain.
And still the world lies drowned, immersed
In poison words — the liar’s curse.



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The liar rots in lies he spread.
His soul is gone. His mouth is red.
No pen, no screen will shield his name —
The world will burn him out with shame.



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Farce

Old ******’s schemes slipped through the gate —
Through Mordor, mocked by time and fate.
Now history, in meme disguise,
Returns to dumb, enchanted eyes.

The drunks fall deep in trance and cheer,
While others laugh: “This crap? Sincere?”
It’s pure absurdity on loop —
Yet freaks still howl, that twisted troop.



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A meme-born farce, a drunk parade —
And only fools still feel afraid.
The rest just watch the circus roll —
Where madness plays the leading role.



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War on Reason

A war is raging, total, grim —
It’s Reason they now seek to dim.
They’ve drowned the mind in blind neglect,
Forgot you’re Spirit — what’d you expect?

The price will come: a hollow soul,
A sparkless void, no higher goal.
God’s left — and in that sudden gap
The Devil sets his breeding trap.

Forget this war? You’ll rot in chains —
In filth eternal, soaked in stains.
You’ll dwell in muck, in cursed unrest,
A walking heap with **** compressed.

The hills of waste are Everest.
While reason’s just a minor crest.
And you, beneath that crushing load,
Bear Satan’s cross on this dark road.

So cleanse yourself — cut through the lies,
Let Spirit, Reason truly rise.
And all the fascist filth you face —
Wipe off their snouts with truth and grace.



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You rot if you forget the war.
This filth will flood you, evermore.
But Reason fights — and once you stand,
You slap the Devil’s guiding hand.



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Gains and Losses

You gain a thing —
But lose another.
Believe bold lies —
You blind your brother.

You trust the beast —
The horns will grow.
They speak so sweet —
Then strike you low,

And down you fall
Through Hell's parade.
Go inward, all —
Don't be afraid.



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Trust the beast — you'll lose your mind.
Look within — and truth you'll find.



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Ordinary Fascism
(Dedicated to Mikhail Romm)

We could make films like Romm once did —
Of Bucha, Kharkiv, Zaporozhye’s grid.
Killing civilians, that’s their creed —
Genocide’s the fascist need.

Their shame is dead, their honor lost,
Their conscience crushed, no matter the cost.
For fascism needs the dull and blind,
To obey, fear the Führer’s mind.

The rashist plague has **** its pants,
In Ukraine, it met resistance.
Now only little time remains —
Fascism’s end will break its chains.

There’ll be a trial — hang them all:
The kremlings, orcs, the war’s dark thrall.
All guilty in this brutal fight —
The reckoning will bring the light.



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Fascism’s dirt will drown and fall.
The orcs will hang — they earned it all.
No mercy for the ****** crew —
Justice comes, and it’s overdue.



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Farewell, Fascism!

Fascists and rashists —
There stand ****** and Puylo.
Between them, communists.
Evil never mellowed.

The Sheep Virus spread —
An “Spanish flu” remake.
First lies invade the head,
Then comes the deadly stake.

Poisons, wars, again,
And lies that never cease.
We’re trapped inside a world insane,
But don’t touch the Führer’s peace —

Bow down to him, prepare to die,
Then beg the priests for grace.
If lucky, live — then purify,
And plead to save your face.

World asylum’s reign —
Farewell! The next catastrophe
Will burn these soulless stains —
Farewell, fascism’s tyranny!



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Farewell to lies and endless hate.
The world’s mad ward will close its gate.
Soulless fiends will burn and fall —
Farewell, fascism — end it all.



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Fascist Regime’s Convulsions

The regime convulses —
Strikes cities in its wrath.
This ****’s beyond redemption,
Only nooses clear their path.

Soon that grim fate is coming —
The noose will bring release.
The strikes will triple on the front —
The idiot’s grip will cease.

Only rashists **** civilians,
But soon the end is near.
The fascist rule will crumble down —
The ZSU holds firm here.



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The fascists twitch, their reign will fall.
Noose tightens — justice calls.
The frontline burns, their lies decay —
Rashism’s done, no more to stay.



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Ashes

Corrosion of the Mind,
Decay of the Soul’s core,
Nature torn, confined —
Used up, crushed, and more.

Light fades into the dark,
Truth banned, denied.
While lies ignite the spark —
Madness rules worldwide.

War and Sheep Virus’ hand,
Examples of disgrace.
Dignity, reason banned —
A stain on human race.

The dumb-down machine runs on,
Long launched, it grinds.
Morals shift — the shame goes on,
In this world that binds.

LGBT’s vile curse,
Violence and fear.
A dull decay, much worse —
A world turned into ash, unclear.



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Mind rots, the soul’s abused.
Truth crushed, the world confused.
War’s lies burn, hope turns to ash —
A dying world’s bitter crash.



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One of All, or All Against One

One stands alone —
While all come down as one.
Such “pleasures” shown —
Abundant, yet undone.

Nothing ever changes:
This mad world decays,
Poor and broken stages,
Lost in endless haze.

One mind rules a hundred —
But hunted down for truth.
Reason deemed a blunder,
“Attack the not your youth!”

For "us or them"
No reason’s in demand —
Only instinct’s helm.
While Spirit fades, unmanned.



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One fights all — the world’s a beast.
No mind survives — the Spirit ceased.
“Us versus them” — no thought, no soul,
Just primal howls to fill the hole.



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Fascist ****

The last reserves are slipping,
To not fall in the pit.
A fatal power draining,
And nowhere else to sit.

If you step out—fools swarm,
They feed fascism’s might.
No longer humans, vermin,
A plague that spreads the blight.

Fascism’s filthy spawn—
Breeds traitors by the score.
No exit, just the dawn
Of shame and fear once more.

But fight you must, relentless,
To die with honor’s breath.
Forget the twisted pests —
Defy, erase their death.



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Fascist **** breeds fear and lies.
No shame beneath their hollow skies.
But fight, resist — and hold your ground,
Till all their filth is underground.



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Rashism

Calling foes fascists — what a joke!
This madness no sane mind can poke.
How did the sheep become rashists?
Only sarcasm cuts through this.

Logic fails to hold the thread —
Can you grasp the lies they spread?
Those vict’ry-mad faces bare,
Masks off for attacks unfair.

Mariupol’s staged disgrace,
Bucha’s pain in every place.
Schools, hospitals, plants destroyed,
Skyscrapers and war deployed.

Kids are slaughtered everywhere —
These filthy jackals don’t care.
Shaming Russia? They claim so loud —
But fools just echo lies allowed.



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Rashism’s lies — a foul parade.
Sheep march blind, the truth betrayed.
Kids die while jackals feast,
On poisoned lies from west to east.



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Grave-ization

To “Kobzon’s concert”
All the orcs now go.
In Ukraine, you ******* —
They’ll **** you, slow or quick, no show.

Try to sneak or strike again —
Or after — no reprieve.
From the “concert,” you descend
To Hell, no one to grieve.

Kharkiv, Kyiv, Bucha bleed —
Fighting peaceful souls, you fight.
Black clouds gather over beasts —
Once humans, now lost to night.

Dead children — hundreds lie,
Your path to Hell is paved.
Tomorrow or today —
One way for you, depraved.



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Orcs march to death’s song loud.
No mercy in the crowd.
Your road is Hell, no turning back —
Your fate’s a one-way track.



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Dumbosaurians

Dumbosaurians — not pterodactyls,
A thriving, cursed breed unfolds.
Though remnants of their minds are spent,
War and CowID mean no torment.

Dumbosaurian daughters rise,
A twisted legacy in disguise.
Humanity’s destruction plan —
For lizards’ sake, they wreck the land.



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Dumbosaurians breed and spread,
Brains long gone, but still they tread.
War and lies their deadly script —
Human fate by reptiles gripped.



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Show Business

Show biz started with the freaks,
A circus farce, no change but tweaks.
When all the crowds are dull and base,
The whole thing’s just a hollow space.

Perfect for the simple mind,
A dulling game, a trap designed.
The ***-shaker’s always loose,
Serving vice and dark abuse.

To dumb down and defile the best
Of Soul’s pure cries — a vile jest.
Sure, some exceptions may arise,
But mostly vermin crawl in lies.

And mainstream’s full of that decay —
Propaganda’s filthy sway.
Man sinks low to beastly planes,
Losing Spirit’s vital chains.

So only pure, bright souls can bear
The light of poetry to share.
As for the rest — that endless slime,
Spit it out, and leave it grime.



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Showbiz fools drag souls to dust.
Only light can break the rust.
Spit the filth, don’t feed the lies —
True art lives where spirit flies.



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“Progress”

Pump the junk with extra force,
Ramp the war — let chaos course.
Treat the masses just like skins,
Value only what begins.

Put all hides into the grind,
Make a servant skin designed,
One who knows the lies and whip —
This world’s doom’s a sinking ship.



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Feed the junk, fuel the fight.
Turn the world to endless night.
Skin the herd, no hope to fix —
Progress? Just a ***** trick.



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The Farm

Caught like mice within a trap,
Born into this cruel scrap —
Creatures wait to make their move,
You’re a target in their groove.

They’ll heap "cheese" beyond control,
But that cheese has turned to mold.
You’re the profit for the hound,
This world — a farm, tightly bound.

Yet the slaughter’s drawing near,
Inevitable and clear.
Now, in lies’ last fevered grip,
Their cursed herd begins to slip.

The herd has gorged on lies so deep,
This foulness they have come to keep.
One last chance remains to break
The chains of falsehoods that they make.

Or devils’ll drag the fools away
To their hell where darkness stays.
While filthy wretches, foul and crude,
Will perish in the stench of feud.



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Caught like mice, a deadly game.
The world’s a farm — a profit’s claim.
Break the lies or burn in hell —
The final choice, the last farewell.



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Sheep Virus and War

What once was rabbit,
Now minced to mash.
Fool, drunkard, idiot —
All part of the stash!

Mask’s no problem —
Passed the test’s call.
Put on your helmet —
March to your fall.

Test subjects, rabbits,
“Meat” for the fight:
If you don’t think —
You’re deep in the night.

Deep in hell’s pit.




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Rabbits trapped, no thought or care,
Meat for war in devil’s lair.
Mask on, march, the herd’s disgraced —
Lost to lies, trapped and erased.



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Sheep Virus “Doctors”

They graduated vivisection’s school —
That filth with minds forever dull.
Brains? — impotence inside their head,
Prescriptions read like deathly dread.

Money, money — greed’s foul game,
And sadism fuels their shame.
Like Pechenegs, they rage and storm,
With fascism in deadly form.

They’ll hang them all when reckoning calls —
Those pawns who made the monster’s walls.



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Vivisectors with poisoned hands,
Money-driven, cruel commands.
Hang the pawns who made the beast —
End the plague, and find release.



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Hybrid War

Herds of frightened fools abound,
Madness spilling all around,
Lies that only rotten ****
Swallow whole — no pause, no hum.

Barks, howls, screams — the box of lies
Breeds chaos, darkness in disguise.
This chaos, real and raw,
Used for psychic warfare’s law.

No more saving cash or gold,
This is war, its price is cold.
Idiots, neurotics’ pain —
Make the whole land numb and drained.

Killing isn’t best, they say —
Mines should maim, not take away,
So sons inherit scars and strife,
The crippled legacy of life.



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Madness floods, the fools comply,
Lies like poison fill the sky.
Maim, don’t **** — the war’s cruel game,
Legacy of pain and shame.



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Fun in the Madhouse

“A nightmare hour of fun,”
Awakening — just a spark.
A housewarming in the madhouse —
You’ve slipped into the dark.

Born into a madman’s Hell,
Is guilt or innocence to tell?
Joy in this loud, twisted home,
Right amid the war’s dark dome.

A war on Soul and Mind unfolds,
We’re plague to Earth, as truth foretold.
Three quarters — maybe more —
This madhouse fills to its core.

The layer of the wise grows thin,
While fools and madness reign within.



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Born in Hell, the madhouse roars,
Mind and Soul wage endless wars.
Few remain who see the light —
Lost within this endless night.



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Idiots

Clinical idiots all around,
You could fill ponds with fools unbound.
How to live ‘mid shattered minds,
And chase the goals one seeks to find?

It’s hard, but here’s the vital key:
Don’t argue, shun the misery.
Bring light to those who still can see —
Let wisdom fight this mockery.



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Idiots crowd, the world’s a mess.
Don’t fight — just shine, and nothing less.
Light up minds that still can hear —
The answer to this madness here.



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Decay by Lies

A joke:
A trial’s on. The judge inquires:
“Plaintiff, do you recognize
The man accused, who stole your ride?”
“Since his lawyer’s speech, I doubt it’s mine.”

After lawyer’s twisted speech,
TV’s madness, lies that preach,
So-called “scientist” and seer,
In robes that bring only sneer,

What remains is but deceit,
In minds, decay’s complete.
Like sheep led to the slaughter’s pen,
Lies grow, multiplied again.

The growth, the mass, the spreading blight,
Soon turns the world to endless night.
A global camp of rotting shame,
Where all the earth’s consumed by flame.

Forever here it will endure,
Generations stupid, sure,
Crawling low in shameful guise —
Decay makes traitors in disguise.



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Lies breed rot and endless shame,
Truth dissolves, consumed by flame.
Sheep led blind to darkest fate —
World decays beneath the weight.



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Global Cretinism

Idiots like crows descend,
Lies their only message send.
Total falsehood rules the day,
Reason’s stiff, begins to sway.

That small fraction left of mind
Rarely here is now to find.
Prison walls surround the Thought,
Spirit’s flame is barely caught.

All must fall, no sorrow kept —
This global prison’s cracked and swept.
Cataclysm soon will come,
Not much time to beat the drum.

And worldwide cretinism’s grip
Leaves no space for mercy’s sip.



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Crows of fools in lies entwined,
Reason’s gone, the soul confined.
Cataclysm’s near and grim —
No mercy for the world so dim.



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Swimming to Hell Amid the Ocean of Lies

Once there were “far distant lands” —
But all were smeared by slander’s hands.
Then everything was lost for good:
Spawn of evil lied as they stood.

Those creatures lie as breaths they take,
Yet truth we cannot seem to wake.
The whole of truth has drowned and died,
Beneath fierce propaganda’s tide.

In propaganda’s filthy sea,
So much foul stench and cruelty,
That all will drown — those ****, those fiends.
Only fools cheer on these scenes.

They don’t want thought, just obey,
Chew the lies and drift away.
In a world of dull-witted throngs,
The wise must dream of other songs.

But pride and scorn block every way —
So in this drift, we sink and sway,
To Hell we sink, too weak to strive,
Lazy souls can’t stay alive.



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Truth drowns deep in lies’ dark sea,
Fools rejoice in slavery.
Pride blocks paths to freedom’s shore —
So we sink forevermore.



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Sterlet and Inhuman Beasts

Body armor, helmet worn —
The slaughter rages full and torn.
Before, just masks to hide the face,
Like pike stalking carp in place.

Global fascism fools all throngs,
The wise gudgeon swims among.
To the fire, it’s gonna burn —
Inhuman kings will twist and turn.

If the beasts have bowed their heads,
Only slaughter lies ahead.
There’s a place for sterlet still,
But trapped within the global mill.

A world camp looms ahead,
“Care” on Reichstag’s walls is read.
A sign fools trust and bow to,
While madness reigns in darkened view.



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Armor on, the slaughter's near,
Fascist beasts bring doom and fear.
Only sterlet’s chance remains —
In this world of death and chains.



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Half a Dog

Football, hockey, pop — half-dog’s show,
Where intellect is running low.
Feed them "hay" and feed them "oats,"
From the news — chaos floats.

Add a false plague, war’s new game,
In school and college, lies proclaim.
Rule by falsehood every day —
Dull stumps will all obey.

They’ll believe and blindly go,
To slaughter like a sauna’s flow.
Taking with them those who think —
Down the dark abyss they sink.



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Half a dog, half a mind,
Fed with lies, the herd’s confined.
Blind to truth, they march away —
Taking light and hope astray.



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Desires and Such

Desires of a *******,
Long since off the charts.
Fascism’s just a trick,
But basically — all sharts.

The ******* rules this place,
With false wants to deceive.
They poison minds nonstop —
To hell with what they weave.

Chekist’s friend is deceit,
Lies are power’s core.
In this foggy, bleak world,
Only darkness pours.



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*******’s whims, lies that reign,
Fascist games, endless pain.
Chekist’s tools in shadows play —
Truth dissolves, lost in the fray.



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The Bottom

Russia’s bottom—deep and dark,
The war revealed but just a spark.
A massive shadow long has stayed,
Sheep virus showed the fools displayed.

It also showed the traitors’ ranks,
But wild beasts outdid all thanks—
No one thought to see the worst:
Oprichniks in cities cursed,

Shooting children, women, all,
Bringing joy to beasts who maul.
So that “country” stands in shame —
A pit, a hell, a burning flame.



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Russia’s depths—dark, cold, and grim,
War’s faint light can’t save or trim.
Beasts and traitors rule the day,
Hell on Earth, no hope, no way.



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Fascist Regimes

Don’t flirt with the REGIME,
Don’t trust their empty schemes.
All regimes are lies and pain —
Ruled by beasts who bring the bane.

Satanism’s their twisted creed,
For the “top” who sow the ****.
Chains are forged for you, their prey —
In Bedlam slow death holds its sway.

Turning men to beasts, they crawl,
Lies abound, the worst of all.
Fewer judges, cops grow mean,
Madness spreads in every scene.

Lies migrate through chaos wide —
World’s a madhouse, none to guide.
**** disguise as “kindly” guides,
Servants of the folks — their lies.

Don’t believe, build bonds instead,
Smash the lies that poison head.
No delay — autonomy claim,
Grow your strength and break their game.



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Regimes lie, beasts command,
Chains for you across the land.
Fight their lies — don’t trust, don’t kneel,
Build your strength and break their seal.



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Traitors and Snitches

Fooling nations, lies that bind,
Mockery, fear, and shame combined.
For fascist madmen, death’s not enough—
They want you stupid, dull, and rough.

To make a fool’s their wicked joy,
Become a traitor, snitch, their toy.
It only adds to their dark drive,
Soulless hearts that thrive to deprive.

Soullessness—their holy grail,
Idiots drunk on lies prevail.
Without a soul, no whim to spare,
They’re puppets tangled in despair.

This is what their masters crave—
Beasts who enslave and misbehave.
The snitch serves lies, a fog so thick,
But in the end, the fool’s the trick.

He’ll get nothing—join the heap,
With idiots, in darkness deep.
Snitches wiped like paper thin—
Rot and ruin from within.



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Traitors, snitches, soulless drones,
Feeding lies to break the bones.
In the end, they’ll all fall down—
Rotting kings without a crown.



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Scavengers

Positions aimed, locked tight—
In minds and lands alike.
Such here are brutal rites—
To crush all down to dust alike.

First strike the mind’s domain,
Then nothing stands in way.
A world ruled by fascist bane,
The people silent, led astray.

No people left to claim—
Traitors, fools, two-thirds the same.
Fed lies and rot until insane,
They charge again through flood and flame.

Attacking kin and near,
False plagues they spread in fear.
Like witches on their broom appear,
Propagandists prowl, drawing near.

They feed on carrion’s scent,
Injecting lies with vile intent.
Zombies ready, blindly bent—
A world lost, nearly spent.



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Scavengers hunt minds and lands,
Fascist grips with iron hands.
Lies injected, brains decay—
Zombies march, lost souls sway.



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The Führer and the Fool

The Führer nervously smokes —
Plans piled high in heaps.
Born of laziness and jokes,
Rot within that seeps.

The Führer dies, replaced,
A new one takes the throne.
The fool just stands, disgraced,
Endures the brutal drone.

Worse than Mussolini’s grip,
That seasoned fool remains —
So used to rot and lies that slip,
Drowned deep in endless chains.



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Führer burns with anxious breath,
Plans to bring the world to death.
Fool endures the toxic game —
Rot and lies, their deadly claim.



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Media and Whips

The media feed the ****’s delight,
To stench the world in endless blight.
They revel only in the smell—
Without the stink, no feast to tell.

Goats with horns jump wild and free,
Their fascist lackeys hold the key.
With whips they rule, the media worms,
Controlling fools in endless swarms.

That fascist ****, with no remorse,
Will crush or break with brutal force.
The sheep are mute, their minds all killed,
Reason gone, just chaos spilled.

The Spirit’s gone, replaced with sludge,
Where once were minds, now toxic sludge.
The sheep all dance in putrid haze,
While whips are stored for darker days.



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Media stench controls the herd,
Fascist whip commands the word.
Sheep are dumb, their minds all lost—
In the stink, they pay the cost.



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Structure Built of Lies

The haze dissolved? Not quite!
It lasted long, a rotten blight —
A mess of lies, an endless fight,
A structure forged in falsehood’s spite.

When lies spread deep, destruction’s seed,
From roof to base, the rot proceeds.
This rotten frame will surely fall,
Again, it’s bound to lose it all.

It’s fallen once, and many times—
Yet lies conceal the past’s hard crimes.
This latest falsehood’s broken through—
A sieve where all the lies come through.

Keep lying on, keep spinning tales—
The hour’s fixed; the system fails.
So thick with falsehood, fraud, disgrace,
No other end can take its place.



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Built on lies, the rotten frame,
Soon will fall, and bring the shame.
Falsehood floods, no truth survives—
Collapse is near, no hope survives.



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The Rashism Dilemma

A tangled, twisted dilemma brews —
Fascism’s scheme begins to lose:
What to do with memes grown old,
Themes worn out, and stories told?

Fascism needs more dumb design,
An endless drip to clog the mind.
A mental cleansing, cruel and grim—
That’s how rashism tries to cling.

To hold on just a little while,
Then flee the land with weary style.
For battle’s lost, no strength to fight—
Only surrender marks their plight.

The fall of fascism must bring
A cooling of the idiot ring.
So rashism dies, no tragic show—
Just fading fast, its final blow.



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Fascism’s scheme begins to crack,
Old memes no longer hold it back.
Dumbness forced to plug the mind—
Rashism’s end is near to find.



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The Propagandists’ False Agenda

Mimes — just passing by!
Into the woods! Don’t buy
The mask’s deceitful show,
No signs to guide them so—

Like scripted manuals,
For broken mentalals,
The liars listen close,
Deceiving friend and those.



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Mimes walk by — don’t fall for lies,
Masks hide truth behind their guise.
Scripts feed madness, false and grim,
Liars’ words corrupt the dim.



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The Slaughter of the Sheep

The slaughter of the sheep begins at dawn,
Too much filth on Earth — the lies go on.
The first vet comes to lead the way—
No need for drugs, just lies to sway.

For fascism, it’s all a gain,
Feeding lies that cause the pain.



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Sheep are culled at break of day,
Too much filth won’t fade away.
Lies serve fascist greed and game—
No cure, just feeding flame.



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Man to Man a Friend, and... Furry Brother

“Furry paw” commands the rule,
A satrap’s grip, cold and cruel.
Not “for” — but chained and led away,
Killed silent, stealthy, day by day.

“Friend” — just words on posters spread,
A wolf inside the zoo instead.
Brother? Furry, wild, and mad—
All of them are psychopaths.



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Furry Brother

Furry paw — the tyrant’s hand,
Silent **** across the land.
“Friend” — a wolf behind the door,
Brother? Psychopaths galore!



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Repeaters

"Drink the sludge, wear your muzzle,
Put on your helmet next —
In fascism, you’ll repeat a year,
On the third they’ll make you — livestock, vexed.

Just obey, swallow their lies,
Raise betrayal into cult’s might:
The traitor grins, your false “priest,”
He’ll lead you blind — you’re just a sprite.

At first they paint you like cattle,
Then erase to draw the ****.
And all is justified by lies —
For now, it’s lies that doom.**



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Hello...

Unbribable, untouchable
By vile creatures — hello!
An unfortunate imbecile
Answers, lost in sorrow.

We’ve worn out Nature’s patience —
World’s madhouse all around.
How low we’ve fallen, degraded —
All turned into cattle bound?

There will be Light! — the Sun will burn
This global madhouse down.
Not all will fall to scoundrels’ hands,
Nor rot as filthy clown.



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The Naked King

The "Naked King" — not new Führer, not beast,
Just a common cracked fool, his mind deceased.
Naked means nothing — the king’s just a slave,
Called so as all strength from the masses gave.

They call Darkness "civilization,"
Pretend “wise” are the common population,
Distracting all eyes from the cruel freaks’ reign,
Those mad demons who rule with disdain.

Everywhere “kind” and “royal” are found —
In foul stench, in dog food on the ground,
Called “nutrition,” the media’s foul scent —
A total mess, nonsense to the extent!

And there’s nothing left to clothe these beasts,
Mad ones wrapped in their delirious feasts.
In nauseous madness and lies they stew,
Like frogs, from reason not even a clue.

That trace of reason lost in the sand,
A narrow path where a caravan once planned.
Once frogs sat deep in the swampy slime,
Now they stew in vats of phony grime.




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The Passage

No man remains — just a strangling snake,
That squeezes, crushes, suffocates all in its wake.
There’s a passage: fools drift one way,
Traitors and liars the other way stray.

A steep path climbs to heights above,
Dangerous — for the rare ones with love,
Who won’t bow their necks to the yoke,
Nor sink in the mire of fear and lies spoke.

Only the few will reach that peak,
Among the many, it’s freedom they seek.
They’ll soar like birds, forever free,
Though no nests are built there, only liberty.



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Fuhrer’s Counter

Make a Geiger counter for lies,
Or it’s the end, no compromise.
Don’t touch that zombie-box — beware:
One touch, and you’re done — despair.

Like a bomb of megatons — two hundred strong,
This madness going on so long!
The fool believes, the noise goes loud —
He’s already dead, no mask allowed.

“Chemical defense” charade,
Masks, trash, helmets all displayed.
The fascist fiend with lies anew
Launches attacks — the sickest crew.