In this Monody the author bewails a learned Friend, unfortunately
drowned  in his passage from Chester on the Irish Seas, 1637;
and, by occasion, foretells the ruin of our corrupted Clergy,
then in their height.


Yet once more, O ye laurels, and once more,
Ye myrtles brown, with ivy never sere,
I come to pluck your berries harsh and crude,
And with forced fingers rude
Shatter your leaves before the mellowing year.
Bitter constraint and sad occasion dear
Compels me to disturb your season due;
For Lycidas is dead, dead ere his prime,
Young Lycidas, and hath not left his peer.
Who would not sing for Lycidas? he knew
Himself to sing, and build the lofty rhyme.
He must not float upon his watery bier
Unwept, and welter to the parching wind,
Without the meed of some melodious tear.
         Begin, then, Sisters of the sacred well
That from beneath the seat of Jove doth spring;
Begin, and somewhat loudly sweep the string.
Hence with denial vain and coy excuse:
So may some gentle Muse
With lucky words favour my destined urn,
And as he passes turn,
And bid fair peace be to my sable shroud!
         For we were nursed upon the self-same hill,
Fed the same flock, by fountain, shade, and rill;
Together both, ere the high lawns appeared
Under the opening eyelids of the Morn,
We drove a-field, and both together heard
What time the grey-fly winds her sultry horn,
Battening our flocks with the fresh dews of night,
Oft till the star that rose at evening bright
Toward heaven’s descent had sloped his westering wheel.
Meanwhile the rural ditties were not mute;
Tempered to the oaten flute,
Rough Satyrs danced, and Fauns with cloven heel
From the glad sound would not be absent long;
And old Damoetas loved to hear our song.
         But, oh! the heavy change, now thou art gone,
Now thou art gone and never must return!
Thee, Shepherd, thee the woods and desert caves,
With wild thyme and the gadding vine o’ergrown,
And all their echoes, mourn.
The willows, and the hazel copses green,
Shall now no more be seen
Fanning their joyous leaves to thy soft lays.
As killing as the canker to the rose,
Or taint-worm to the weanling herds that graze,
Or frost to flowers, that their gay wardrobe wear,
When first the white-thorn blows;
Such, Lycidas, thy loss to shepherd’s ear.
         Where were ye, Nymphs, when the remorseless deep
Closed o’er the head of your loved Lycidas?
For neither were ye playing on the steep
Where your old bards, the famous Druids, lie,
Nor on the shaggy top of Mona high,
Nor yet where Deva spreads her wizard stream.
Ay me! I fondly dream
RHad ye been there,S . . . for what could that have done?
What could the Muse herself that Orpheus bore,
The Muse herself, for her enchanting son,
Whom universal nature did lament,
When, by the rout that made the hideous roar,
His gory visage down the stream was sent,
Down the swift Hebrus to the Lesbian shore?
         Alas! what boots it with uncessant care
To tend the homely, slighted, shepherd’s trade,
And strictly meditate the thankless Muse?
Were it not better done, as others use,
To sport with Amaryllis in the shade,
Or with the tangles of Neaera’s hair?
Fame is the spur that the clear spirit doth raise
(That last infirmity of noble mind)
To scorn delights and live laborious days;
But, the fair guerdon when we hope to find,
And think to burst out into sudden blaze,
Comes the blind Fury with the abhorred shears,
And slits the thin-spun life. RBut not the praise,”
Phoebus replied, and touched my trembling ears:
RFame is no plant that grows on mortal soil,
Nor in the glistering foil
Set off to the world, nor in broad rumour lies,
But lives and spreads aloft by those pure eyes
And perfect witness of all-judging Jove;
As he pronounces lastly on each deed,
Of so much fame in heaven expect thy meed.”
         O fountain Arethuse, and thou honoured flood,
Smooth-sliding Mincius, crowned with vocal reeds,
That strain I heard was of a higher mood.
But now my oat proceeds,
And listens to the Herald of the Sea,
That came in Neptune’s plea.
He asked the waves, and asked the felon winds,
What hard mishap hath doomed this gentle swain?
And questioned every gust of rugged wings
That blows from off each beaked promontory.
They knew not of his story;
And sage Hippotades their answer brings,
That not a blast was from his dungeon strayed:
The air was calm, and on the level brine
Sleek Panope with all her sisters played.
It was that fatal and perfidious bark,
Built in the eclipse, and rigged with curses dark,
That sunk so low that sacred head of thine.
         Next, Camus, reverend sire, went footing slow,
His mantle hairy, and his bonnet sedge,
Inwrought with figures dim, and on the edge
Like to that sanguine flower inscribed with woe.
Ah! who hath reft,” quoth he, Rmy dearest pledge?”
Last came, and last did go,
The Pilot of the Galilean Lake;
Two massy keys he bore of metals twain.
(The golden opes, the iron shuts amain).
He shook his mitred locks, and stern bespake:—
RHow well could I have spared for thee, young swain,
Enow of such as, for their bellies’ sake,
Creep, and intrude, and climb into the fold!
Of other care they little reckoning make
Than how to scramble at the shearers’ feast,
And shove away the worthy bidden guest.
Blind mouths! that scarce themselves know how to hold
A sheep-hook, or have learnt aught else the least
That to the faithful herdman’s art belongs!
What recks it them? What need they? They are sped:
And, when they list, their lean and flashy songs
Grate on their scrannel pipes of wretched straw;
The hungry sheep look up, and are not fed,
But, swoln with wind and the rank mist they draw,
Rot inwardly, and foul contagion spread;
Besides what the grim wolf with privy paw
Daily devours apace, and nothing said.
But that two-handed engine at the door
Stands ready to smite once, and smite no more.”
         Return, Alpheus; the dread voice is past
That shrunk thy streams; return Sicilian Muse,
And call the vales, and bid them hither cast
Their bells and flowerets of a thousand hues.
Ye valleys low, where the mild whispers use
Of shades, and wanton winds, and gushing brooks,
On whose fresh lap the swart star sparely looks,
Throw hither all your quaint enamelled eyes,
That on the green turf **** the honeyed showers,
And purple all the ground with vernal flowers.
Bring the rathe primrose that forsaken dies,
The tufted crow-toe, and pale jessamine,
The white pink, and the ***** freaked with jet,
The glowing violet,
The musk-rose, and the well-attired woodbine,
With cowslips wan that hang the pensive head,
And every flower that sad embroidery wears;
Bid amaranthus all his beauty shed,
And daffadillies fill their cups with tears,
To strew the laureate hearse where Lycid lies.
For so, to interpose a little ease,
Let our frail thoughts dally with false surmise,
Ay me! whilst thee the shores and sounding seas
Wash far away, where’er thy bones are hurled;
Whether beyond the stormy Hebrides,
Where thou perhaps under the whelming tide
Visit’st the bottom of the monstrous world;
Or whether thou, to our moist vows denied,
Sleep’st by the fable of Bellerus old,
Where the great Vision of the guarded mount
Looks toward Namancos and Bayona’s hold.
Look homeward, Angel, now, and melt with ruth:
And, O ye dolphins, waft the hapless youth.
         Weep no more, woeful shepherds, weep no more,
For Lycidas, your sorrow, is not dead,
Sunk though he be beneath the watery floor.
So sinks the day-star in the ocean bed,
And yet anon repairs his drooping head,
And tricks his beams, and with new-spangled ore
Flames in the forehead of the morning sky:
So Lycidas sunk low, but mounted high,
Through the dear might of Him that walked the waves,
Where, other groves and other streams along,
With nectar pure his oozy locks he laves,
And hears the unexpressive nuptial song,
In the blest kingdoms meek of joy and love.
There entertain him all the Saints above,
In solemn troops, and sweet societies,
That Sing, and singing in their glory move,
And wipe the tears for ever from his eyes.
Now, Lycidas, the shepherds weep no more;
Henceforth thou art the Genius of the shore,
In thy large recompense, and shalt be good
To all that wander in that perilous flood.
         Thus sang the uncouth swain to the oaks and rills,
While the still morn went out with sandals grey:
He touched the tender stops of various quills,
With eager thought warbling his Doric lay:
And now the sun had stretched out all the hills,
And now was dropt into the western bay.
At last he rose, and twitched his mantle blue:
Tomorrow to fresh woods, and pastures new.

It was the man from Ironbark who struck the Sydney town,
He wandered over street and park, he wandered up and down.
He loitered here he loitered there, till he was like to drop,
Until at last in sheer despair he sought a barber's shop.
"Ere! shave my beard and whiskers off, I'll be a man of mark,
I'll go and do the Sydney toff up home in Ironbark."
The barber man was small and flash, as barbers mostly are,
He wore a strike-your-fancy sash he smoked a huge cigar;
He was a humorist of note and keen at repartee,
He laid the odds and kept a "tote", whatever that may be,
And when he saw our friend arrive, he whispered, "Here's a lark!
Just watch me catch him all alive, this man from Ironbark."

There were some gilded youths that sat along the barber's wall.
Their eyes were dull, their heads were flat, they had no brains at all;
To them the barber passed the wink his dexter eyelid shut,
"I'll make this bloomin' yokel think his bloomin' throat is cut."
And as he soaped and rubbed it in he made a rude remark:
"I s'pose the flats is pretty green up there in Ironbark."

A grunt was all reply he got; he shaved the bushman's chin,
Then made the water boiling hot and dipped the razor in.
He raised his hand, his brow grew black, he paused awhile to gloat,
Then slashed the red-hot razor-back across his victim's throat;
Upon the newly-shaven skin it made a livid mark
No doubt, it fairly took him in — the man from Ironbark.

He fetched a wild up-country yell might wake the dead to hear,
And though his throat, he knew full well, was cut from ear to ear,
He struggled gamely to his feet, and faced the murd'rous foe:
"You've done for me! you dog, I'm beat! One hit before I go!
I only wish I had a knife, you blessed murdering shark!
But you'll remember all your life the man from Ironbark."

He lifted up his hairy paw, with one tremendous clout
He landed on the barber's jaw, and knocked the barber out.
He set to work with nail and tooth, he made the place a wreck;
He grabbed the nearest gilded youth, and tried to break his neck.
And all the while his throat he held to save his vital spark,
And "******! ****** ******!" yelled the man from Ironbark.

A peeler man who heard the din came in to see the show;
He tried to run the bushman in, but he refused to go.
And when at last the barber spoke, and said "'Twas all in fun'
T’was just a little harmless joke, a trifle overdone."
"A joke!" he cried, "By George, that's fine; a lively sort of lark;
I'd like to catch that murdering swine some night in Ironbark."

And now while round the shearing floor the list'ning shearers gape,
He tells the story o'er and o'er, and brags of his escape.
"Them barber chaps what keeps a tote, By George, I've had enough,
One tried to cut my bloomin' throat, but thank the Lord it's tough."
And whether he's believed or no, there's one thing to remark,
That flowing beards are all the go way up in Ironbark.

upon the Abington Station's
long shearing board
the feats of one shearer
cannot be ignored
a run of two hundred sheep
he can easily shear
his style with the cutting comb
is without peer
contractors in the district
know of his pace
he removes fleeces
with an elegant grace

the Lister wool press
compacts all the long day
whilst the gun shearer
works tirelessly away
Kelpie dogs tongue
keeping his race full
as Layto shears the fine clips
of merino wool
none are as effective
with comb in hand
in the regional area
of the New England

Layto shears the sheep
cleanly and effortlessly
whether the fleeces
be thick or slightly oily
his shearing abilities
are know of near and far
on the shearing shed board
he's always bettered par
when he hangs up
the cutting comb to retire
fellow shearers will of him
greatly admire

Isaiah 52:14 As many were astonied at Thee His visage was marred more than any man, and His form more than the sons of men.

Isaiah 53:2 For He shall grow up before Him as a tender plant and as a root out of dry ground; He hath no form nor comeliness and when we shall see Him there is no beauty that we should desire Him.
3 He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows and acquainted with grief, and we hid as it were our faces from Him; He was despised and we esteemed Him not.
4 Surely He hath borne our griefs and carried our sorrows; yet we did esteem Him stricken, smitten of God and afflicted.
5 But He was wounded for our transgressions, He was bruised for iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon Him; and with His stripes we are healed.
6 All we like sheep have gone astray; we have turned every one to his own way and the Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and He was afflicted, yet He opened not His mouth; He is brought as a lamb to the slaughter, and as a sheep before his shearers is dumb so He opened not His mouth.

1 Who has believed what we have heard?
And who has the arm of the LORD been revealed to?
2 He grew up before Him like a young plant
and like a root out of dry ground.
He didn’t have an impressive form
or majesty that we should look at Him,
no appearance that we should desire Him.
3 He was despised and rejected by men,
a man of suffering who knew what sickness was.
He was like someone people turned away from;
He was despised, and we didn’t value Him.
4 Yet He Himself bore our sicknesses,
and He carried our pains;
but we in turn regarded Him stricken,
struck down by God, and afflicted.
5 But He was pierced because of our transgressions,
crushed because of our iniquities;
punishment for our peace was on Him,
and we are healed by His wounds.
6 We all went astray like sheep;
we all have turned to our own way;
and the LORD has punished Him
for3 the iniquity of us all.
7 He was oppressed and afflicted,
yet He did not open His mouth.
Like a lamb led to the slaughter
and like a sheep silent before her shearers,
He did not open His mouth.
8 He was taken away because of oppression and judgment;
and who considered His fate?
For He was cut off from the land of the living;
He was struck because of my people’s rebellion.
9 They5 made His grave with the wicked
and with a rich man at His death,
although He had done no violence
and had not spoken deceitfully.
10 Yet the LORD was pleased to crush Him severely.
When You make Him a * restitution offering,
He will see His * seed, He will prolong His days,
and by His hand, the LORD’s pleasure will be accomplished.
11 He will see it out of His anguish,
and He will be satisfied with His knowledge.
My righteous Servant will justify many,
and He will carry their iniquities.
12 Therefore I will give Him the many as a portion,
and He will receive the mighty as spoil,
because He submitted Himself to death,
and was counted among the rebels;
yet He bore the sin of many
and interceded for the rebels.

Seen distant in the heat haze visions seen to cast
Blue hazed mountains framed in lands red dust
Cattle quietly grazing knowing not their fate
Shearers gathered campfires pushing back the night

Tales as stories flowing liquid amber in no haste
Across this wide brown land so rich and yet so vast
Such a short history since that first tall white mast
A land so young so proud but then again so new

The shears and the cockys together saw troubles through
Then came the sprawling cities so vast in chrome and glass
Eating up the shorefronts like possessed high rise colonies
Shattered now the silence the freedom and the peace

Where once there toiled the battlers so many mouths to feed
Life now ruled by foreign time clocks set in many hands
Changes now to our culture most of them far from good
Where now gone the dreamtimes lost to myth and youth

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Seen distant in the heat haze visions seen to cast
Blue hazed mountains framed in lands red dust
Cattle quietly grazing knowing not their fate
Shearers gathered campfires pushing back the night
Tales as stories flowing liquid amber in no haste
Across this wide brown land so rich and yet so vast
Such a short history since that first tall white mast
A land so young so proud but then again so new
The shears and the cockys together saw troubles through
Then came the sprawling cities so vast in chrome and glass
Eating up the shorefronts like possessed high rise colonies
Shattered now the silence the freedom and the peace
Where once there toiled the battlers so many mouths to feed
Life now ruled by foreign time clocks set in many hands
Changes now to our culture most of them far from good
Where now gone the dreamtimes lost to myth and youth
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Campers that Camp
Parkers who Park
Clampers that Clamp
Players who Play
Dampers that Damp
Breakers that Break
Stayers who Stay
Sneakers who sneak
Lovers that Love
Layers who Lay
Dreamers who Dream
Day Dreamers who Day Dream
Flouters who Flout
Shouters who shout
Pouters that pout
Wreckers who wreck
Screamers that Scream
Reamers that Ream
Redeemers who Dream and Redeem
Screamers who scream
Creamers who make cream
Streakers who streak
Readers who Read
Bleeders who Bleed
Tearers who tear
Shearers who shear
Sharers who share
Darers who dare
Carers that Care
Trenders who Trend… That’s trending
Menders who Mend... they're mending
they’re Fixers who fix!
They’re Doers who Do
Not Doubters that Don’t

Senders who send’a
a’ huh huh huh!
Thank you very much!

Hopelessness Without a Way

Hopelessness, with no true road,
Few will find themselves, their code.
The rest are lost in tangled lies,
A web of tricks beneath the skies.



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The End of the Path

The end of the path,
The spirit near,
Mind subdued,
Shunning all fear.



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Waste Not Your Strength

Much strength has gone to waste, I know—
Now focus, bring it to the fore:
Do all with zeal, with fiery glow—
In bold new dawns, as crowns restore.



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The Spread of Chaos

Rarely does a lie strike true,
The aim is fire across the view.
And later, all will drown in grime—
That’s how they spread the endless crime.



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Self-Deception

Deceive yourself, you’re not a knight,
"Free will" is nothing but a fight.
You’re but a watcher of decay,
And in that role, you lead astray.



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Deceitful Words

Tilly-tilly, trally-trally,
What we claimed was love so wally—
We deceived ourselves, so sadly.



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The Power Divide

A bulldog's bite, a rhino's horn—
"Separation of powers" worn.
A sham, a trick, a wretched game,
In a world where people bring the shame.



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Masha, Masha!

Masha, Masha, joy divine!
For two, dear Mashunya toils and shines.
By morning, off to work she goes,
By night, she serves those she knows.



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Games of Deceit

Tilly-tilly, trally-trally,
Beat and brawl, they lied so badly.
Lies upon lies, they played their part,
In the puzzle of a broken heart.



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Blacksmiths of Stupidity's "Happiness"

The gloom of vice is far more sweet—
Darkness never leaves the mind’s retreat.
As for chains that bind from without,
Rust them, forge them anew, no doubt.



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The Way Out

There’s always a way, and usually
It’s where the entrance used to be.
But into darkness, you run foolishly,
Mind scattered, lost in misery.



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Supreme Control

Thunder, lightning—frozen, hanging,
Glitch in skies? Oh, that’s alarming!
If the news gets stuck mid-motion,
That’s a glitch with worse devotion.

Not a madhouse—call it cover,
"World’s top roof"—their name’s no other.
Now it’s sliding, slow and steady,
To the press—where power’s ready.

Politics? A clown’s dominion.
Media bends all opinions.
Crowds obey each sly persuasion—
Lies on screen spark blind invasion.



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Puzzles and Bruises

Tyrants love their wicked puzzles,
Boots of steel stomp down the street.
Cops and spies—corrupt and muzzled,
Praise the lie, their god of deceit.

They will break you, crush, and shatter,
Not for fun, but for a cause.
Random victims? Doesn't matter—
Devils think with shattered laws.



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Building the "Brighter Future"

The darker now, the brighter dawn—
That’s how the tyrants push their lies.
The deeper gloom they trample on,
The harsher toil for those alive.

With theories grand, they preach and plot,
Like Stalin, Pol ***—strong in creed.
They scrawl their slogans—mindless rot,
And watch a nation burn and bleed.



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The Depths of Corruption, or The Label-Man

A polished look—that’s all they teach,
A branded world—stamped out like tin.
And “quality” stays out of reach,
Reserved for those who pay to win.

Bright labels shine, yet minds grow hollow,
Their worth’s not set by thought or deed.
That’s why it’s rare today to follow
A soul unmasked in depths of greed.



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The Minefield of False Life

"To live one’s life is not to stroll across a field."
— Proverb


A walk through a minefield—explosions all ’round,
Fools curse their fate with a cowardly sound.
They whine about dangers, their skins are so dear,
Yet live without courage—enslaved by their fear.

Deception and terror are packed in each mine,
The sappers are bribed, they will fall into line.
Fear makes you a beast, to the darkness you kneel,
And carry its judgment with zeal.

Deceived by the foe, you will turn on your own,
Destroying your soul as you march to their throne.
A lamb to the slaughter, you’ll run to their cage—
Your heart traded in for a wage.

The way out? Exploding each mine as you go,
To be your true self, not a beast they control.
Let liars keep lying—you laugh in their face,
And walk on with fearless embrace!



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"Brave New World"

Much to think about?
Nothing. Who would care!
Crunch your evening snack,
Watch the screen and stare.

See, a clever guy
Tells us what to do.
We won’t step in lies—
He explains it through.

We’ll defend our fate,
Smash the neighbor’s face,
March towards our great
Happiness embrace.

New rules shall arrive,
Old fools write them down:
"Serve your land—survive!
Throw your mind and drown!"



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Fake-News Feast

From the void, they craft a tale,
News spun out of empty air.
Eager fools, without fail,
Swallow lies without a care.

Mouths agape, they beg for more,
Never questioning the taste.
Truth, meanwhile, must break the door,
Struggling through a world debased.

Filth and stench of twisted presses
Choke the world in toxic smog.
Liars cheer—but time suppresses,
For their reign won’t last for long.

Soon the clock will strike them down,
Justice waits—its grip is tight.
Infernal lies will burn and drown,
Vanished into endless night.



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The Furry Ones

Winnie’s off to hunt for honey,
Nothing stops him on the way.
Rivers crossed and hills made runny,
God is "with the folks"—they say.
Rabbits dig their holes—how funny,
Let the bear enjoy his prey.

Sawdust packed inside his noggin,
Honey makes it smooth and light.
Once he rests—he starts the slogging,
Shouting loud with all his might.
Neighbors cringe but keep on nodding,
Not admitting wrong from right.



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Elephants and Curs

A cur can bark for hours on,
It’s all the strength it knows.
And when the yapping turns to throngs,
An elephant still bows.

They swarm, they bite—just some draw blood,
Yet still, the wounds run deep.
He falls, they cheer—a lifeless husk,
Another takes the leap.

And elephants grow fewer still,
While mongrels flood the way.
No fable here—those with the will
And Fire fade away.



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All Roads Lead to the Madhouse

The world is teeming with the mad,
Their numbers growing every day.
When fools and lunatics command,
All roads to Bedlam pave the way.

A fool or ****** walks beside you,
Though you may just be lost, not wild.
But reason barely dares to guide you—
Its voice is hushed where minds are blind.

And when its voice is lost for good,
The fate is sealed, the end is near.
So pull yourself, as best you could,
By reason’s hand from madness clear.



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Sheepish Democracy

Who will cut? It’s all a game,
The sheep choose blind, a chosen few,
The shearers’ clan, they stake their claim,
Their hidden power rings untrue.

The styles of cuts they all approve,
It’s still the watchful eye’s design.
The sheep, in bliss, they blindly move—
Dreaming of a freedom that’s not mine.



--- Total 22 poems. ---

Tolerastia

Tolerance—just blind endurance
Of the twisted and obscene.
Lies and greed **** all assurance—
Fighting FILTH is hard, unseen.

Law’s true goal? No—DECOMPOSING
All the weak who dare comply.
Serving Satan, fate imposing—
Fools won’t get the reason why...



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Never hope for due salvation,
Never call yourself so pure.
Through your toil and dedication,
Seek the Light—stay strong, endure.

Let your voice, though small and fleeting,
Stir the madness, shake the norm,
Bringing glimpses, briefly meeting
Those in need before the storm.

Pain is plenty. Yet when finding
Even cracks where light breaks through,
You’ll respond with understanding
To this world—its faith untrue.



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The Wit and the Herd

Shouting truth? To sheep? To fools?
Sheep exist for shearers' tools.
Pigs are caged by stable rules.
All is lost—don’t cry, stay cool.

Few escape the devil’s net—
That’s his game, a winning bet.
Words won’t wake the mindless set,
Clever wit won’t save them yet...



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Cry or not, the blade won’t wait—
Execution comes on cue.
This "world order" feeds the fate
Of the minds that twist askew.

For the sane, it spells demise—
CowID showed that, clear as day.
Lucifer just laughs at lies,
While Pure Shame lurks in the fray.



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Eternal Pioneers

Lords and sirs and… dark illusions
Rule the world—what wicked fate!
"Pioneers" embrace delusions,
Worship all that breeds the Hate.



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Pioneers of Consume

All foundations? We will burn them,
Toss them out without regret!
Faster gadgets—we must earn them,
Drive the world to grave, and yet…

Short-lived pleasures, all-consuming—
Bow and feast, obey the trend!
Lies and filth run life’s programming:
Honest? Then you’ll break, my friend.

Think you're smart? Then you’ll be sinking,
Dragged down deep—no way to climb.
Brains can’t beat the rot we're drinking,
Drowning bright minds in the grime.

Stench? It’s global, we don’t mind it,
Cycles turn, the wheel’s in flow.
Swirling filth? Just sit behind it…
Popcorn’s ready—time for show!



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A Prison Without People

This world’s a joke,
Its mind is broken.
The frauds wear cloaks,
The herd stays spoken.

A prison stands,
Yet holds no nations.
The blind obey—
No revelation.

The lies run high,
Beyond all measure.
Just laugh or cry—
There’s no rock bottom.

But why, you ask?
The end is nearing.
Plague into flame!—
No more false meanings.



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Slave Morality

Slaves accept their morals,
Forced on them with ease.
Lies became the chorus,
Preached to keep the peace.

Harder to defend them—
Reason still remains,
Fading, but its embers
Fight against the chains.

Darkness spreads through nations,
Fascist rule ascends.
Madness—pure damnation,
Satan’s hand extends.

What this "virtue" harbors
Filth has made quite clear:
Humankind has fallen—
Shame is all that’s near.



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Rule of Darkness

— I just want some dinner.
— Eat your GMO.
— Hear a voice of wisdom?
— Scroll through filth below.

— Choose a real leader?
— Look, the Sewer waits,
Craving for the moment
To decide your fate.

"New" deceitful programs,
Drenched in ancient lies.
Darkness owns the servants,
Bound by blackmail ties.

Choice? There’s none—just cursing
All this filth and rot.
Darkness reigns—immersing
All in its own clot…



--- Total 9 poems. ---

Hangover

I drank the lies. The hangover’s dire:
My brain is mush, my soul’s in pain.
It aches each hour, the pulse is fire —
From lies, the truth feels pure again.

But truth is hard — you cannot buy it,
They never make it in this land.
Here rot and fraud pollute, defile it —
The industry of lies is grand.

Decay is everywhere, all rotten.
The end of fraud? A broken mind.
The crowd’s debased, their brains forgotten,
The mob of fascist rule combined.

Fascism mutates — masks and banners,
Each age it changes, still it stays.
“Freedom” is there for empty manners,
While filth alone controls the days.

CowID, “terror”, “plagues” invented —
Through lies they spread their global curse.
All woes are staged, all fears presented,
Insanity’s their goal — and worse.

Here lies times fear make the abyss.
We’ve long been sunk in that decay.
The media stench ensures it is
All filth, all madness, ****, dismay.



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Drunk on lies — we hit the pit,
Truth is banned, the world’s just ****.

Rotting minds, the fascists cheer,
Lies and fear — the rule is clear.

Freedom’s mask, but filth commands,
Rot and terror rule the lands.

All is staged — their fear, their curse,
Madness grows, and nothing’s worse.

Media stench, a poisoned flood,
Turns all spirit into mud.



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Drunk on lies! — The pit! The pit!
Truth is banned! — The world’s just ****!

Rotten minds! — The fascists cheer!
Lies and fear! — The rule is clear!

Freedom’s mask! — But filth commands!
Rot and terror! — Rule the lands!

All is staged! — Their curse! Their fear!
Madness grows! — The end is near!

Media stench! — A poisoned flood!
Turns all spirit! — Into mud!

No more lies! — We rise, we fight!
Truth or death! — The flame ignite!

---

Variants of the last two lines:
1.
Smash the filth! — The world shall burn!
Down with fear! — The truth’s return!
2.
Glory, pigs! — Your reign of rot!
Eat your lies! — It’s all you’ve got!
3.
Break the chains! — The dawn will rise!
Truth shall burn! — Through all their lies!



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Drunk on lies! — The pit! The pit!
Truth is banned! — The world’s just ****!

Rotten minds! — The fascists cheer!
Lies and fear! — The rule is clear!

Freedom’s mask! — But filth commands!
Rot and terror! — Rule the lands!

All is staged! — Their curse! Their fear!
Madness grows! — The end is near!

Media stench! — A poisoned flood!
Turns all spirit! — Into mud!

No more lies! — We rise, we fight!
Truth or death! — The flame ignite!

Smash the lies! — Truth breaks free!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Crush the filth! — Let truth roar!
2.
Tear the lies! — Ignite the light!
3.
Burn the false! — The dawn is ours!



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Hybrid Doll

A roly-poly, soggy toy:
Absorb the lies, endure the blows.
Blame “accidents” for every ploy —
That’s the gift this puppet knows.

Only strikes, a stream of lies:
Life marches in a fearsome tale.
A sentence with no end in sight —
The stubborn fool will never fail.

They cultivate persistence, trust
In dolls that follow every scheme.
To hell with tact, with honor just —
Cash and “success” are the dream.

What’s “success” for dolls? For men,
It’s defeat. But they are few.
The roly-polies will condemn
The rare ones, sane, who see it through.

**** sapiens — human mind —
Condemned by this grim story’s hand:
The soggy dolls, by orders signed,
Build the Camp for creatures ******.

That Camp will crush all humanness,
Then roly-polies meet their fate
By stronger, nastier filthfulness,
A fresh new mess to dominate.



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Hybrid Doll

Roly-polies rise! — Absorb the lies!
Humans crushed! — Their spirit dies!

Dolls obey! — The Camp is built!
Kindness drowned! — In filth and silt!

Cash and “success”! — Rule the day!
Stubborn fools! — Will burn away!

Smash the dolls! — Let humans rise!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Crush the puppets! — Free the mind!
2.
Burn the lies! — Let truth reign!
3.
Tear the masks! — Humanity strikes!



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Hybrid Doll

Roly-polies rise! — Absorb the lies!
Humans crushed! — Their spirit dies!

Dolls obey! — The Camp is built!
Kindness drowned! — In filth and silt!

Cash and “success”! — Rule the day!
Stubborn fools! — Will burn away!

Smash the dolls! — Let humans rise!
Crush the puppets! — Free the mind!
Burn the lies! — Let truth reign!
Tear the masks! — Humanity strikes!



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Hybrid Doll

Roly-polies rise! — Absorb the lies!
Roly-polies rise! — Humans crushed!

Dolls obey! — The Camp is built!
Dolls obey! — Kindness drowned!

Cash and “success”! — Rule the day!
Cash and “success”! — Stubborn fools burn away!

Smash the dolls! — Let humans rise!
Crush the puppets! — Free the mind!
Burn the lies! — Let truth reign!
Tear the masks! — Humanity strikes!

Roly-polies fall! — Truth survives!
Roly-polies fall! — We rise alive!



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Hybrid Doll

Roly-polies rise!
Absorb the lies!
Humans crushed!
Dolls obey!
The Camp is built!
Kindness drowned!
Cash rules all!
Fools will burn!
Smash the dolls!
Let humans rise!
Crush the puppets!
Free the mind!
Burn the lies!
Truth will reign!
Tear the masks!
Humanity strikes!
Roly-polies fall!
We survive!



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Hybrid Doll

Roly-polies rise! — Absorb the lies!
Humans crushed! — Dolls obey!
The Camp is built! — Kindness drowned!
Cash rules all! — Fools will burn!

Smash the dolls! — Let humans rise!
Crush the puppets! — Free the mind!
Burn the lies! — Truth will reign!
Tear the masks! — Humanity strikes!

Roly-polies fall! — We survive!
Roly-polies fall! — We survive!
Roly-polies rise! — Absorb the lies!
We strike! — We fight!



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Hybrid Doll

Rise!
Lies fall!
Crush!
Obey!
Smash!
Burn!
Truth!
Strike!
Free!
Humanity!
Ro­ly-polies down!
We survive!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

The neurasthenic on Monday
Feels like it’s Friday’s end.
He’s a worker, while the idler
Stays as strong as wine can lend.

No refusals, as with food
Rich, sweet — anything at all.
The neurasthenic seeks “the truth,”
Yet in this — zero, nothing tall.

Labor wasted! In this world,
No truth exists — the **** and lies
Strike like bullets in a range,
If you’re a dumb, oblivious prize.

Do not toil — you’ll gain a ****
And sickness. Don’t believe the tale!
And if in wine you drown your pain,
Your liver soon will fail.

All desires, all ambitions,
Understand — it’s all mere fluff.
Though generations keep believing
In the century’s bare nonsense stuff.

But if you dare to trust your sense —
All answers you shall find in time.
Torturing yourself with gray logic,
You’ll vanish — lost, without a sign.



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Neurasthenic works! — The idler thrives!
Truth is lost! — Folly survives!

Don’t toil too much! — Just **** and rot!
Logic kills! — But dull fools trot!

Wine won’t heal! — Nor work reveal!
Only sense! — Can make truth real!

Sense awakens! — Truth survives!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Wake your mind! — Crush the lies!
2.
Logic strikes! — Folly dies!
3.
Sense prevails! — Truth survives!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Neurasthenic works! — The idler thrives!
Truth is lost! — Folly survives!

Don’t toil too much! — Just **** and rot!
Logic kills! — But dull fools trot!

Wine won’t heal! — Nor work reveal!
Only sense! — Can make truth real!

Sense awakens! — Truth survives!
Wake your mind! — Crush the lies!
Logic strikes! — Folly dies!
Sense prevails! — Truth survives!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Neurasthenic works! — The idler thrives!
Truth is lost! — Folly survives!

Don’t toil too much! — Just **** and rot!
Logic kills! — But dull fools trot!

Wine won’t heal! — Nor work reveal!
Only sense! — Can make truth real!

Sense awakens! — Truth survives!
Wake your mind! — Crush the lies!

Logic strikes! — Folly dies!
Sense prevails! — Truth survives!

Neurasthenic rises! — Idler falls!
We strike! — We fight!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Rise!
Folly falls!
Crush!
Obey!
Truth strikes!
Logic kills!
Wine fails!
Sense wins!
Mind awake!
We fight!
Neurasthenic strong!
Idler down!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Rise! — Folly falls!
Crush! — Obey!
Truth strikes! — Logic kills!
Wine fails! — Sense wins!

Mind awake! — We fight!
Neurasthenic strong! — Idler down!
Rise! — Folly falls!
Strike! — We win!

Sense prevails! — Truth survives!
Mind awake! — We fight!



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The Neurasthenic and the Idler

Rise!
Crush!
Strike!
Obey!
Truth!
Logic!
Sense!
Win!
Folly­ down!
Mind awake!
We fight!
We rise!



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge beyond words —
Beyond concepts, all that’s named.
A pitiful catch there? —
No cash is ever claimed.

Duality will vanish,
Boundaries of “being” fade,
Ego melts, and dangers
In secret shadows laid.

Without ego, “living”’s hard
In the Madhouse of Worlds’ tide —
Drifting down to Hell’s current,
Lured by a “pie” that hides.

That pie is rotten, poisoned,
A trap inside, a snare.
Selection feeds the ghouls strict —
Vampires bank it there.

Discard the pie, go INWARD,
Seek Knowledge, face the trial.
Though the path is hard and thorny,
Step forward, fast — no denial.

The turn to Hell’s last circle
Lies just ahead, beware.
A crooked fool awaits “paradise” —
Don’t linger in his snare.

Knowledge beyond words —
Breakthrough from Infernal Spheres.
There, the IDIOT is caught;
Lucifer banks on fears.



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge beyond words! — Break Hell’s sphere!
Idiots caught! — The path is clear!

No pie! No trap! — Go deep inside!
Lucifer banks! — But truth won’t hide!

Ego melts! — Duality fades!
Through Infernal Spheres! — The brave invade!

Break through! — Knowledge reigns!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Smash the spheres! — Truth prevails!
2.
Pierce the Hell! — Knowledge rises!
3.
Break the chains! — Wisdom wins!



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge beyond words! — Break Hell’s sphere!
Idiots caught! — The path is clear!

No pie! No trap! — Go deep inside!
Lucifer banks! — But truth won’t hide!

Ego melts! — Duality fades!
Through Infernal Spheres! — The brave invade!

Break through! — Knowledge reigns!
Smash the spheres! — Truth prevails!
Pierce the Hell! — Knowledge rises!
Break the chains! — Wisdom wins!



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge beyond words! — Break Hell’s sphere!
Idiots caught! — The path is clear!

No pie! No trap! — Go deep inside!
Lucifer banks! — But truth won’t hide!

Ego melts! — Duality fades!
Through Infernal Spheres! — The brave invade!

Break through! — Knowledge reigns!
Smash the spheres! — Truth prevails!
Pierce the Hell! — Knowledge rises!
Break the chains! — Wisdom wins!

Knowledge beyond words! — Break Hell’s sphere!
We strike! — We fight!
Ego melts! — Truth survives!



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge!
Break!
Hell!
Path!
Ego down!
Truth!
Pierce!
Rise!
Smash!
Wisdom!
Strike!
We fight!



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Breakthrough from the Infernal Spheres

Knowledge!
Break!
Hell!
Smash!
Pierce!
Rise!
Truth!
Stri­ke!
Wisdom!
Ego down!
We fight!
We win!



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

A game of high stakes:
It seems all is lost—
The finale will tighten the noose.
What comes next? Oblivion, exhaust?

If you live, place the final bet—
Your WHOLE LIFE—boldly on the line.
Fail to lift the “life” noose,
And your Soul will pay the fine. The law:

Give everything to the game, no remainder,
Discard hope for a lucky draw.
If you think “the fight is lost,”
Your mind is flawed—it’s split in flaw.

But the Soul does not surrender,
If the Spark from Above still burns.
Born in the Saloon—you’ll have to play,
Even if the foe is a **** that churns.

That Saloon is universal.
All cards are rigged at the filthy table.
Yet fools believe the ****’s wisdom;
If so, their ruin is more than able.

Do not believe and do not fear—
The Saloon won’t smoke the weary sky for long.
You owe it nothing, and there’s no sense
To keep “living” in its wrong.

With the final bet,
The Saloon itself is in the game.
The finale is only total loss—
The world of folly and cheating gone, no claim.



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

Life’s your last bet! — The deck is rigged!
Play bold! — Or the Soul is purged!

All cards are loaded! — The Saloon is foul!
Yet truth survives! — If you don’t kowtow!

Final stake — all in! — No retreat!
Fools fold! — But the Soul won’t cheat!

All in! — Soul prevails!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Life at stake! — Truth wins!
2.
Bet it all! — Soul survives!
3.
No retreat! — Victory reigns!



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

Life’s your last bet! — The deck is rigged!
Play bold! — Or the Soul is purged!

All cards are loaded! — The Saloon is foul!
Yet truth survives! — If you don’t kowtow!

Final stake — all in! — No retreat!
Fools fold! — But the Soul won’t cheat!

All in! — Soul prevails!
Life at stake! — Truth wins!
Bet it all! — Soul survives!
No retreat! — Victory reigns!



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

Life’s your last bet! — The deck is rigged!
Play bold! — Or the Soul is purged!

All cards are loaded! — The Saloon is foul!
Yet truth survives! — If you don’t kowtow!

Final stake — all in! — No retreat!
Fools fold! — But the Soul won’t cheat!

All in! — Soul prevails!
Life at stake! — Truth wins!
Bet it all! — Soul survives!
No retreat! — Victory reigns!

Life’s your last bet! — Deck is rigged!
We strike! — We fight!
Soul prevails! — Truth survives!



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

Life!
Bet!
Deck!
Rigged!
Play!
Soul!
All in!
Truth!
Strike!
We fight!
No retreat!
Victory!



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High-Stakes Game with a Loaded Deck

Life!
Bet!
Deck!
Rigged!
All in!
Soul!
Strike!
Truth!
Victory!
No retreat!
We fight!
We win!



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From Moments of Tension

“Self” is always built
From moments of strain.
No “reins” — collapse,
Or the Path to Light. Effort’s gain

Is needed to preserve
These moments long.
Total lies, like filth,
Will help—self-deceit is strong.

It’s needed, for else
The tension will burst
Through the shell of ego. And worse—
Lie more, and it comes first:

That moment when the shell
Empties, thickened, grown.
Like a sponge in childhood,
Now dull, inert, alone,

Thick-skinned and hollow,
Like a living corpse.
The ego-cycle’s finale
Is not random—lost is your course.

The Path to Light: discard ego,
Switch on intuition’s spark;
Seek only the Light, not comfort;
Root out lies deep in your heart.



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From Moments of Tension

Drop the ego! — Ignite the spark!
Seek the Light! — Pierce the dark!

Shell emptied! — Lies destroyed!
Only Light remains! — Avoid the void!

Tension breaks! — Ego falls!
Follow the Light! — Hear its calls!

Ego down! — Light rises!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Shell breaks! — Light wins!
2.
Drop lies! — Follow Light!
3.
Ego crushed! — Spark ignites!



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From Moments of Tension

Drop the ego! — Ignite the spark!
Seek the Light! — Pierce the dark!

Shell emptied! — Lies destroyed!
Only Light remains! — Avoid the void!

Tension breaks! — Ego falls!
Follow the Light! — Hear its calls!

Ego down! — Light rises!
Shell breaks! — Light wins!
Drop lies! — Follow Light!
Ego crushed! — Spark ignites!



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From Moments of Tension

Drop the ego! — Ignite the spark!
Seek the Light! — Pierce the dark!

Shell emptied! — Lies destroyed!
Only Light remains! — Avoid the void!

Tension breaks! — Ego falls!
Follow the Light! — Hear its calls!

Ego down! — Light rises!
Shell breaks! — Light wins!
Drop lies! — Follow Light!
Ego crushed! — Spark ignites!

Drop the ego! — Ignite the spark!
We strike! — We fight!
Light rises! — Truth survives!



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From Moments of Tension

Ego!
Drop!
Spark!
Ignite!
Light!
Seek!
Pierce!
Shell!
Br­eak!
Truth!
Strike!
Fight!



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From Moments of Tension

Ego!
Drop!
Spark!
Ignite!
Light!
Seek!
Pierce!
Truth!
St­rike!
Shell!
Break!
We fight!
We win!



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The Sixth Sense

Cherish the sixth sense,
For it is truly the first.
Without it, emptiness
Will let in Evil, cursed.

This sense was murdered
Through centuries of lies and pain:
Schools, media, even art
Plant only mirages in the brain.

Evil kills logic
When no core stands inside.
It dwells in the Soul, yet teaching
Crushes it with pride.

Thus appears the outcome:
A mind ready to please
The vile—forever betraying
Its own core with ease.

For without that anchor,
Chaos will reign in you;
Among the ***** and the sheep,
Flat worlds will ensue.

Where you eat, moo, and wallow,
Life is foul, not fair;
Not a world, but a latrine,
A pit of empty air.

Turn on intuition,
Multiply your critical spark,
Make it tradition
To smash dull lies dark.

Today even kittens
See more clearly than sheep:
The world is in confusion,
Corrupted by brazen deceit.

Cherish the sixth sense—
It is life’s very base.
Without it, the sacrilege of lies
Will reduce the mind to space.



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The Sixth Sense

Cherish the sixth sense! — The mind’s first core!
Without it! — Evil enters your door!

Turn on intuition! — Crush the lies!
See the truth! — Where deception dies!

Without the sixth! — The mind turns null!
Chaos reigns! — The sheep will mull!

Sixth sense alive! — Truth survives!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Sixth sense strong! — Lies fall!
2.
Trust intuition! — Crush deceit!
3.
Mind awake! — Evil flees!



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The Sixth Sense

Cherish the sixth sense! — The mind’s first core!
Without it! — Evil enters your door!

Turn on intuition! — Crush the lies!
See the truth! — Where deception dies!

Without the sixth! — The mind turns null!
Chaos reigns! — The sheep will mull!

Sixth sense alive! — Truth survives!
Sixth sense strong! — Lies fall!
Trust intuition! — Crush deceit!
Mind awake! — Evil flees!



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The Sixth Sense

Cherish the sixth sense! — The mind’s first core!
Without it! — Evil enters your door!

Turn on intuition! — Crush the lies!
See the truth! — Where deception dies!

Without the sixth! — The mind turns null!
Chaos reigns! — The sheep will mull!

Sixth sense alive! — Truth survives!
Sixth sense strong! — Lies fall!
Trust intuition! — Crush deceit!
Mind awake! — Evil flees!

Cherish the sixth sense! — Mind awake!
We strike! — We fight!
Truth survives! — Light ignites!



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The Sixth Sense

Sixth!
Sense!
Mind!
Awake!
Truth!
Seek!
Light!
Strike!
Cru­sh!
Evil!
Flees!
Fight!



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The Sixth Sense

Sixth!
Sense!
Mind!
Awake!
Truth!
Strike!
Light!
Ignite!
C­rush!
Evil!
Flees!
We fight!
We win!



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Direct Insight

A chain reaction of lies —
An “explosion” of Spirit’s forgetfulness:
Mirages multiply endlessly,
While with the Spirit, the rift grows.

This process is artificial —
An intruder has climbed into Consciousness.
A non-human force. On Earth it came
Through deceit, multiplying only lies. It reigns there.

Do not believe, do not fear, fight
This lie, or death will come to all.
The first step is to awaken —
Know your Soul. Not the stench,

But a fragment of God within you;
The intruder’s king is Satan.
You may perish in the struggle,
But the Soul will be saved. Here, war rages with Spirit.

The intruder is strong in that war,
But humans are far stronger.
This world now lies at the bottom of deceit —
Smash lies everywhere, do not shrink.

Multiply your critical sense,
Direct insight into all things;
For lies are stitched with white threads,
The devils’ weapon is clear.

Here is only violence and deceit.
That lie spreads chaos and discord,
Borne by the intruder. Strengthen
Your efforts in the fight, or the fiend

Will soon finish us all,
Building its Hell on Earth.
The success of monsters is not eternal —
Only death awaits them.

And this decay awaits a cataclysm,
And that filth knows it;
Hence their fascism rages so fiercely,
For above all filth, punishment awaits…

Only those Pure in Spirit will pass
To other worlds — remember this.
Spirit on Earth cannot be killed,
For Spirit is everything, and all creatures — NOTHING.

Direct insight — it is
The connection with Spirit and that bright Light
Which reveals all this abyss:
Doubts vanish, and Answer remains.

Answers to everything lie only Within,
Yet lies weigh down everything in layers.
See that Light —
It will guide and save.



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Direct Insight

Awaken, Soul! — Smash the lies!
Direct insight! — The Spirit flies!

See the Truth! — Fight deceit!
Spirit inside! — Never beat!

Chains of lies! — Break and fall!
Light within! — It guides us all!

Spirit rises! — Lies perish!

---

Variants of the last line:
1.
Truth awakens! — Darkness falls!
2.
Spirit reigns! — Lies die!
3.
Light prevails! — Deceit crushed!



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Direct Insight

Awaken, Soul! — Smash the lies!
Direct insight! — The Spirit flies!

See the Truth! — Fight deceit!
Spirit inside! — Never beat!

Chains of lies! — Break and fall!
Light within! — It guides us all!

Spirit rises! — Lies perish!
Truth awakens! — Darkness falls!
Spirit reigns! — Lies die!
Light prevails! — Deceit crushed!



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Direct Insight

Awaken, Soul! — Smash the lies!
Direct insight! — The Spirit flies!

See the Truth! — Fight deceit!
Spirit inside! — Never beat!

Chains of lies! — Break and fall!
Light within! — It guides us all!

Spirit rises! — Lies perish!
Truth awakens! — Darkness falls!
Spirit reigns! — Lies die!
Light prevails! — Deceit crushed!

Awaken, Soul! — Spirit awake!
We strike! — We fight!
Truth survives! — Light ignites!



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Direct Insight

Awaken!
Soul!
Smash!
Lies!
Insight!
Spirit!
Strike!
Trut­h!
Light!
Ignite!
Crush!
Evil!
Flees!
Fight!
Win!



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Direct Insight

Awaken!
Soul!
Truth!
Strike!
Light!
Ignite!
Spirit!
Crus­h!
Evil!
Flees!
Fight!
Win!



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A Strange World with New Gates…

Sheep adore the lousy fascism:
Fascism chants, “What slaughter? See —
We’ll heal all wounds, cure all illness,
You’ll be content, believe in me.

And the pen will turn to candy,
All lambs will greet you too.”
Like the old five-year plans before —
Now “progress” herds the sheep in queue.

It builds, digitizes as well:
“All for the good,” while skewers gleam.
Enemies schemed, yet foes are pampered
Among the flock. That enemy’s dream

Is to sneak within the pens
And drip lies straight into the mind.
But soon the pens will cleanse themselves,
For enemies cannot long confine.

They harm the shearers, damage the scales,
Sneaky ******* — off with them!
Fascism carries greater weight
Among the sheep; the donkey’s in stem.

He infiltrates all sheepish motions,
A scientist among the flocks.
He devised the trash — no doubts,
Each jab will please, they’ll line the docks.

Forward, sheep! For fascism
No objections, none withstand.
To push you off the path is cynicism’s peak:
Each scoundrel will pay, reprimand.

And that path to new enclosures
The donkey, of course, will bless.
Wolves there will wear the epaulets,
All fangs removed — sheer impress.

That strange world, behold its gates,
All new — watch, O sheep!
We’re nearing the turning point;
Strike louder, drum, for the leap!



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A Strange World

Sheep march blind! — Fascism cheers!
New gates rise! — Feed their fears!

Donkey rules! — Wolves wear stripes!
Lies drip down! — Destroy the hypes!

Pens will cleanse! — Enemies fall!
Strike the drums! — Resist them all!

Rise, resist! — Crush the lies!

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Variants of the last line:
1.
Fight the gates! — Destroy deceit!
2.
Sheep awake! — Tyrants fall!
3.
Strike the drums! — Lies perish!



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A Strange World

Sheep march blind! — Fascism cheers!
New gates rise! — Feed their fears!

Donkey rules! — Wolves wear stripes!
Lies drip down! — Destroy the hypes!

Pens will cleanse! — Enemies fall!
Strike the drums! — Resist them all!

Rise, resist! — Crush the lies!
Fight the gates! — Destroy deceit!
Sheep awake! — Tyrants fall!
Strike the drums! — Lies perish!



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A Strange World

Sheep!
Blind!
Fascism!
Cheers!
Gates!
Rise!
Fear!
Feed!
Do­nkey!
Rules!
Wolves!
Stripes!
Lies!
Fall!
Drums!
Strike!
Resist!
­Win!



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A Strange World

Sheep!
Awake!
Resist!
Tyrants!
Crush!
Lies!
Strike!
Drums!­
Fear!
Fall!
Rise!
Win!



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Biomass

The bottom’s breached,
Or rather — the FLOOR.
Everywhere — filth…
Not hundreds, but scores of thousands more.

Ambushes set
By enemies, for us.
All around — madhouse,
And Conscience bound in dust.

Example — CowID,
Fake AIDS, tiny wars.
Reason nearly killed,
The Mind locked behind bars.

The FLOOR is deemed
Completely normal here.
And in lies it dwells,
Total lies crystal clear.

So now
It’s not a bottom — it’s the peak.
Not death for the Mind —
“Progress.” —Beast?
—No, human,
Yet a servant, weak and meek.
—Is Evil eternal here?
—No, a damaged freak.

Coincidence… Them,
Not many, in truth…
—TWO-THIRDS insane!
And the insane — uncouth,

Such that there’s
No chance for health.
—No sea of woes?
— ............
—A world of decay,

And all the woes —
Just “ambushes” play.
Like nailed upon a cross,
If you oppose the vermin’s way.

The bottom’s breached,
And worse lies ahead.
How shamefully few
Are humans left, their thread so thin, spread.

Their layer here
Shrinks every year.
The submissive ******
Beneath the FREAK, so near,

For he crushes them
With ONE MASS alone.
Here the “triptych” of Evil —
Fear, lies, plus… BIOMASS.



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1.
The floor is breached — the filth spreads wide!
Fear, lies, biomass — no place to hide!

2.
Madness rules, the mind is bound!
Evil thrives — all around!

3.
Ambushes, decay, deceit,
Crush the herd — the mass complete!



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Biomass

The floor is breached! — Filth spreads wide!
Fear! — Lies! — Biomass!

Madness rules! — Mind is bound!
Evil thrives! — All around!

Ambushes strike! — Decay and deceit!
Crush the herd! — The mass complete!



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Biomass

Floor!
Breached!
F­ilth!
Spreads!
Fear!
Lies!
Biomass!
Mind!
Bound!
Evil!
Thrives!
C­rush!
Herd!
Complete!



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Alienation

Ali­enation — absolute,
Resistance — law.
Satan reigns supreme here,
Driving Mind and Spirit from the floor.

Among the crowds, you’re merely a witness,
Among comrades, a fighter stands:
Annihilator of total lies,
Builder of communities — expert hands.

They build weakly, they exterminate —
Not my concern at all.
I am at the finish line,
Counting the years of THIS NOTHING, small.

Few years remain —
And global cataclysm
Will sweep away Hell.
Has the soul perished in this hell? — Then you descend.

Still alive — that itself a miracle.
Not broken — well done.
Poetry is a weapon, though *******
Refuse to read it. Its end

I’ll meet with joy — from Hell,
Perhaps I’ll even fly away.
Truth, poetry here is no reward —
It’s like the executioner’s sway:

It burns nonsense, as well as health,
If the proper Heat resides within.
And bovine patience? —
Never suffered it, never been thin.

For the Heat, patience is nothing,
Only the Spirit’s strength counts.
Since childhood I’ve seen DECAY,
Always knew the worthless amounts

Of these crowds of fools,
Half-witted executioners
Of the stupid herd. The bag is empty —
No money… at night it stirs.

Thus it’s written. Luck? —
The fruit of alienation!
I’ve been in it since childhood. Misfortune —
Never became a friend of the VOID…



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Alienation

Alienation rules! — Resist, stand tall!
Satan drives! — Mind and Spirit — fight it all!

Among the fools! — Strike the lies!
Poetry’s my weapon! — Truth never dies!

Few years remain! — Hell may rise!
Still I endure! — My Spirit defies!



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Alienation

Alienation!
Resis­t!
Satan!
Mind!
Spirit!
Strike!
Truth!
Poetry!
Endure!
Defy!
Hell­!
Rise!



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Light and Clarity

A tedious human task —
Obey, trust the beasts.
If you’re wise and bold,
Seek the door where salvation rests.

Lies have barred these doors,
Brushed over by the wild.
If you give Evil even a glance,
No broom can clear the filed.

Not even a tractor or digger,
For you dig in the wrong ground.
Evil, like a snarling alligator,
Clamps the throat of the herd around.

If you obey and postpone
The path to salvation true,
They’ll mock you cruelly,
And turn you into cattle too.

They’ll try to make you livestock —
That’s the fascist scheme complete.
So courage is the main tool here,
And always remain yourself, concrete.

You are a spiritual essence,
Not flesh and bone to waste,
With meager mind. Surpass
The hellish need with taste.

Do not believe, fight, and think,
Turn your intuition on.
Here all are dullards for now —
Intuition is the path to dawn.

That “paradise” will appear
When Hell no longer surrounds.
You must strain yourself intensely,
Critical mind — the best of grounds.

No recipe can be given —
You’ll grasp it only on the Way.
Starting point — blind and dumb;
Ahead lie Light and Clarity’s ray.




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Light and Clarity

Trust not the beasts! — Seek the door!
Light and Clarity! — Fight, explore!

Obey no lies! — Stand and see!
Intuition! — Leads to victory!

Hell surrounds! — Resist, be bold!
Spirit prevails! — Not flesh and mold!



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Light and Clarity

Trust!
Fight!
Beasts!
Door!
Light!
Clarity!
Resist!
Stan­d!
Spirit!
Prevails!
Hell!
Bold!



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Sort­-of Life

How to love you, “life,”
When this “life” is so conditional?
Here you only wake —
Lies wound the Spirit, perpetual and habitual.

Around, the dead walk —
The zombibox is cunning and skilled.
The dead are zombies:
Evil finds them tasks, unfulfilled.

And little is given to us —
Few chances to not become a fool,
For all around is LIES and filth —
This little world for broken, warped tools.

And how little Fire remains —
Souls smolder: the spawn of Hell
Have sunk them to the bottom.
The beasts must **** every Spirit, compelled.

Here the “nightingales” drone —
Each entranced by the zombibox.
No friendship, no love —
The spiritual city dies, lifeless.

Again they’ll sow us lies —
Flowers of Evil grow for ruin.
Lies, betrayals multiply —
This path is forced upon us. And cyber,

Cyber-Hell is coming —
In it, inhumanity excels.
You trust the beasts — you’re malformed.
Only freaks, not humans dwell here.

And humans are very few. Upon them
A silent hunt is laid.
The beasts need only the broken mind
For their Concentration Camp of Shattered Lives.



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Sort-of Life

Life’s a lie! — Wake, don’t kneel!
Beasts around! — Only fools they seal!

Souls smolder! — Hell at the gate!
Trust not monsters! — Resist your fate!

Zombibox drones! — Betrayal spreads!
Fight the lies! — Don’t join the dead!



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Sort-of Life

Life!
Wake!
Lies!
Spirit!
Beasts!
Resist!
Souls!
Hell!
Figh­t!
Truth!
Dead!
Survive!



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Nonsense Grass

Stomachs worn,
Souls and brains are empty.
Dumb jokes are prized,
And sellouts aplenty.

They march everywhere —
Global fascism at play.
Propagandists bark,
Mass idiocy holds sway.

In tidy rows
They march to slaughter.
The world is filled
With cattle, lacking honor.

Freaks take command —
The Führer gave the word.
Into a world-wide camp they herd,
Not gas, but fools unnerved.

The dull-witted poisoned,
“Cured” all in their sight,
As the inhuman succeed,
Gnawing day and night.

Everywhere rules inhumanity,
The president’s a mere lackey.
The people — dull servants,
Stay calm! Don’t go crazy!

For soon cataclysms
Will shift the deck anew:
Global fascism’s reign
Will end, its stench in view.

And so the ******* rages.
Those hiding in holes beware:
A mad world will flip —
All that matters now — is air.

Spiritual dimensions
Will finally claim their turn.
For now, it’s only decay,
While the freaks consume and burn.

Stomachs strained,
Nonsense grass inside.
All jokes have ended —
A NEW CHAPTER waits to ride.



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1.
Stomachs worn —
Souls and brains torn!
Fools march blind —
New chapter find!

2.
Global fascists rise!
Propaganda lies!
Mad world turns —
Spirit burns!

3.
Cattle fill the world!
Beasts and freaks unfurled!
Decay and rot —
Fight or be caught!




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Nonsense Grass

Stomachs!
Souls!
Brains!
Fools!
March!
Beasts!
Decay!
Rot!­
Madness!
Spirit!
Rise!
Chapter!



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War’­s Peak

A machine of sickly gum
And fools’ frightful tales
Rained bullets on the idiots.
Into the car — to the grave. The world is like that.

Soon new fools
Will approach the gun,
Though they value their skins,
They cannot see how they’re struck.

There are hordes of these guns,
And all the fools are blind.
No verdict is needed —
All are insane slaves, confined.

Mechanisms of killing
Souls and minds are set
By vile creatures. No regret
Exists for them. For war, you bet.

Total lies serve better
Than all the bombs and tanks.
This primordial stupidity
Is the worst of sins, it ranks.

And a fool is worse than tatya —
Through them the beast will slay you.
No barrel of “tatya” rolls
Against you; mad mobs obey too.

They execute evil programs
Inserted through deceit.
Three-in-one: fools, brutes, ruffians,
In that struggle hardened, complete.

Experience counts on war —
Oppression is like breathing.
Before it was just bad —
Now lying has no leaving.

The beasts grow ever dumber,
Bolder still at war’s peak.
In the world only fascism
Has grown strong; no nation’s meek.

All these countries are false,
While fascism reigns worldwide.
The ******* fascists conquer,
Since THE WORLD IS SICK INSIDE.

You fight. In fighting alone
You’ll save your Soul in this dumb hell.
**** your fear, obey the Soul,
Or else you’ll vanish, as they foretell.



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War’s Peak

Guns rain on fools,
Madness rules.
Fight with Soul,
Or lose it all.

---

Fools march blind,
Guns strike hard.
**** your fear,
Save your Soul.

---

Mad world roars,
Fools get crushed.
Fight with light,
Or be hushed.

---

Idiots fall,
Beasts prevail.
Only Soul resists,
Or all will fail.



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Muzzles at the “Highest” Level

Lukashenko with Xi Jinping,
Scarier than Jin–Za–Zi.
Soon we’ll perish ‘cause of BEASTS,
Yet all the aces are kept hid.

Only sixes on the zombie screen,
At most, a jack appears.
The rulers — REAL MONSTERS here,
Their reign a SEA of fears.

These woes are man-made,
All sixes serve the Evil hand.
No victory shall they taste —
Death by fire for the goat!

Guards stand with muzzles on,
All bureaucrats wear them too.
So few are not miscreants!
Most are fools or psychotic through.

If psychotics join with sixes,
The vinaigrette will rot.
The “pillars” and supports decayed —
All sinks beneath the sea of woe.

A ****** with a six is scarier
Than cinema’s greatest frights.
For dumber and meaner still
Is all the global filth tonight.

There’s no shortage of this crap —
So the world faces DOOM.
The sting, the sting, the sting persists
Of propaganda — ****** endures the gloom.

For treachery and foolishness,
For servility to the fiends,
All this idiocy must be scrapped —
This vile chaos meets its end.

The hour is near. The few
With spirit, honor, shame intact —
Will pass to worlds beyond.
All the dullards —
To NEW HELL. The madhouse is closed.



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Muzzles

Beasts rule high,
Fools comply.
Spirit fights —
The rest shall die.

---

Beasts at top,
Fools in chains.
Fight with soul,
Or burn in flames.

---

Muzzles on,
Monsters grin.
Only the few
Will truly win.

---

****** sixes rule,
Chaos floods.
Keep your spirit,
Or drown in mud.



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New Ideology

An ideology of DESERTS
For those with fire in mind!
Moments where your blood runs cold
Will in such flocks decline.

The sand shall rise before your eyes,
The INHUMAN like a storm.
What beasts spout to ignorant ears
Is but a dry wind’s form.

A bush of thorns your neighbor seems,
And “life” a path through sand.
From heat, all travelers nearly faint,
No shape nor soul to stand.

For dry winds roar like squalls unleashed,
And few shall reach the green.
In the road, each soul is trapped by mirage,
Many lost, believing lies unseen.

Is there a choice? No trace of one—
Stride forward though your strength is thin.
The goal: to see the Desert’s edge.
And what beyond? What God grants within.



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Desert Edge

Sand devours,
Beasts storm through.
Few survive,
The mirage fools you.

Stride on,
Though blood runs thin.
See the desert’s edge —
God waits within.



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Iambomachine

At night the lines lined up in rows —
I charged my iambomachine.
But the foe remains unseen.
Well, that’s a bitter dose.

To the sky, a volley sent,
Then rest, collecting strength
For aimed salvos, time well spent,
Through chori and iambs at length.

The combat propagandist
Now the enemy, and strong:
The wretches arm the vile mist,
Killing souls in men with wrong.

This patched-up ******* spins with night,
Advantage lies in his deceit;
He’ll ****** his lies with all his might,
Each falsehood sharp, precise, complete.

Alone you stand upon the field,
If poet, warrior too.
If still alive, gray hairs revealed,
Few villains caught by you.

Strive to earn the execution’s grace,
So many fiends, your fingers ache.
On the trigger hope will trace,
Your resolve will never break.

Reach, strike, and fire your way,
Alone in the field, a prize:
It’s no curse, but bright array
When you crush the traitor’s lies.



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Iambomachine

Lines in nightfall, locked in rank,
I fire iambs, sharp and frank.
Foe unseen, but lies I shred,
Souls of traitors fill my stead.

Alone I stand, gray hair, fierce eye,
Strike the liars, make them die.
Hope is steel, the trigger’s mine,
Justice fired in every line.



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Iambomachine

Lines march at night — I fire alone,
Lies shatter, traitors’ souls are thrown.
One poet stands — the field his throne.



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




Lines storm at night — the enemy dies,
Lies ripped apart beneath my eyes.



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Lines march in the night, my gun spits flame,
Propagandists fall, their lies bring shame,
Alone I strike — the corrupted meet their blame.



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




Night strikes,
Gun roars.
Lies fall,
Souls torn.
Alone fight,
Fools burn.



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Night.
Fire.
Lies.
Souls.
Alon­e.
Strike.
****.
Burn.



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Lines in the night fall in a row —
I charge my iambomachine.
Enemy? Invisible, yet still —
The sting of that burns keen.

Queue to the sky, then rest,
Gather strength for precise volleys.
With iambs and chori, I aim,
Propaganda beasts, their souls to raze.

This patched-up ******* spins with darkness,
Advantage lies in his deceit.
One poet fights alone in the field,
Till gray arrives — few fiends to meet.

Earn your grace through execution,
So many **** their fingers numb.
Hope fades as you shoot and strike,
Until the horde is finally done.

Alone in the field — not a curse,
But a reward for crushing the vile.
Every shot a truth unveiled,
Each line a hammer, every mile.



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




Lines strike the night — iambs loaded,
Enemy unseen, yet doomed.
One poet stands, alone in fire,
Crushing lies, the **** consumed.



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




Iambs fire!
Lies fall!
Alone, strike!
**** dies!



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




Iambs charged through the night,
Enemy hidden, out of sight.
Propagandons armed, souls to ****,
Dark lies spun with deadly skill.

Alone in the field, poet stands,
Firing truth with steady hands.
**** falls, hope ignites the sky,
Strike the liars — live or die!



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Iambs roar, the liars bleed,
Propagandons crushed by need.
Alone, I fire, truth my sword,
**** fall fast — no mercy, no lord!



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




I fire alone — the **** will fall,
Lies shred, their empire turns to gall.
Truth strikes hard, no mercy for all!



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




Lies burn, the **** collapses fast —
One shot, one truth, their reign won't last!



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




Lies die. **** falls.

---

**** bleeds. Truth strikes.

---

**** the lies, burn the ****.

---

No mercy. No lies survive.

---

**** falls. Truth reigns.

---

Burn lies. Crush the fools.

---

No mercy for deceivers.

---

Strike hard. Let the **** burn.

---

Lie dies. Spirit survives.

Truth cuts deep. Darkness flees.



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**** bleeds. Spirit rises.

---

Crush liars. Ignite souls.

---

No pardon for the corrupt.

---

Burn the deceit, reap the truth.

---

Strike the vile, save the pure.

---

Fools fall, wisdom survives.

---
Darkness shatters under fire.

---

Truth cuts, lies die screaming.

---

**** to ash. Spirit to light.

---

Smash the false, embrace the spark.

---

Corruption crumbles. Courage stands.

---

Lie trembles, the awakened strike.



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Lie dies. Spirit strikes.

---

Corrupt fall. Fire rises.

---

**** bleeds. Truth reigns.

---

Darkness shatters. Light wins.

---

Deceit crushed. Courage lives.

---

Vile perishes. Soul survives.




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Lie dies.

---

**** falls.

---

Truth strikes.

---

Dark shatters.

---

Light wins.

---

Soul survives.



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




Lie! Fall! Strike! Burn! Smash! Rise!




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




Lie! Fall! Strike! Burn! Smash! Rise!
Crush! Shatter! Tear! Break! Fight! Resist!
Roar! Rip! Strike! Overcome! Purge! ****!



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




Lie! Fall! Strike! Burn! Smash! Rise!
Crush! Shatter! Tear! Break! Fight! Resist!
Roar! Rip! Strike! Overcome! Purge! ****!

Stand! Aim! Charge! Blast! Shout! Slam!
Crack! Cut! Tear! Strike! Destroy! Crush!
Run! Hunt! Trap! Trap! Trap! Trap! Trap!

Push! Strike! Shout! Burn! Fight! Roar!
Smash! Rip! Tear! Cut! Shatter! Strike!
Strike! Strike! Strike! Fall! Fall! Fall!

Fight! Hunt! Overcome! Resist! Purge! ****!
Push! Break! Shout! Burn! Run! Strike!
Shatter! Rip! Smash! Tear! Shout! Strike!
Fall! Rise! Fight! Hunt! Destroy! Purge!

Roar! Strike! Shout! Smash! Rip! Tear!
Overcome! Resist! Burn! Strike! ****!
Crush! Shatter! Push! Hunt! Fall! Rise!
Fight! Fight! Fight! Strike! Strike! Strike!

Endless! Relentless! Unstoppable! Roar!
Burn! Tear! Rip! Smash! Destroy! Strike!
Push! Hunt! ****! Purge! Resist! Overcome!
Fall! Rise! Fight! Roar! Strike! Purge! ****!



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STRIKE! — HIT! — BURN! — FALL!
ROAR! — PUSH! — RISE! — CRUSH!
SHOUT! — RIP! — TEAR! — SMASH!
HUNT! — FIGHT! — PURGE! — ****!

CHARGE! — AIM! — SLAM! — STRIKE!
BREAK! — SHATTER! — CUT! — REND!
RUN! — HUNT! — TRAP! — STRIKE!
PUSH! — SHOUT! — BURN! — FIGHT!

RISE! — FALL! — FIGHT! — STRIKE!
CRUSH! — TEAR! — SMASH! — PURGE!
OVERCOME! — RESIST! — ****! — SHOUT!
RISE! — FIGHT! — STRIKE! — ROAR!

ENDLESS! — RELENTLESS! — UNSTOPPABLE!
BURN! — TEAR! — RIP! — SMASH!
DESTROY! — STRIKE! — HUNT! — PURGE!
FALL! — RISE! — FIGHT! — STRIKE!



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STRIKE, HIT, BURN!
FIGHT, CRUSH, ****!
RISE — OR FALL ALONE!



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1.
**** THE LIES, SMASH THE FOOLS!
HIT HARD, NO MERCY GIVEN.
STAND ALONE — OR PERISH FAST!

2.
FIRE STRIKES, TRUTH CLEARS!
CRUSH THE WEAK, BREAK THE CHAINS.
ONLY THE BRAVE SURVIVE.

3.
SLAY THE DECEIT, RISE STRONG!
NO FEAR, NO BONDS, NO SHAME.
BURN THE PATH — OR BE BURIED.



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SMASH THE FOOLS, BLEED THEIR LIES!
STAND TALL — OR DIE IN SHAME.
NO SAVING, NO EXCUSE, JUST FIRE —
ONLY THE BRAVE WILL CLAIM.



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LIES WILL BURN — THE FOOLS WILL FALL!
STAND OR SHATTER — NO MERCY CALLS.

---

CRUSH THE WEAK, SCORN THE FAKE,
LET THE BRAVE THEIR VICTORY TAKE!

---

HATE THEIR DECEIT, SMASH THEIR GAME,
ONLY THE STRONG WILL END THE FLAME!

---

Fools march blind, liars grin —
Strike them down, let justice in!

---

SMASH THE LIES, BREAK THE MASK,
NO ESCAPE FROM THIS RUTHLESS TASK!

---

Deceit will burn, the weak will scream,
Only fire feeds the rebel’s dream!



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Lies fall. Truth rises.
Fools burn. Spirit fights.

---

Crush the mask!
Smash the herd!

---

Deception dies.
Rebellion lives.

---

Strike the weak,
Spare the soul.

---

No mercy for liars.
Only fire for fools.

---

Chains break!
Truth awakens!

---

Fools march,
Fire answers.

---

Lies crumble,
Spirit stands.

---

Strike hard,
Banish the weak.

---

Deception dies,
Chaos obeys.

---

No mercy for liars,
No rest for fools.

---

Awake! Fight!
The herd falls.

---

Evil trembles,
Light strikes.

---

Smash the mask,
Save the soul.

---

False kings burn,
Truth reigns.

---

Break the chains,
Shatter the lies.

---

Fools fall,
Light endures.

---

Strike fast,
Evil bleeds.

---

Chaos reigns,
Truth persists.

---

Burn the mask,
Wake the soul.

---

Lies rot,
Courage rises.

---

No compromise,
No surrender.

---

Fight blind fools,
Claim the light.

---

Destroy the herd,
Free the mind.

---

Evil quakes,
The brave strike.

---

Chains fall,
Spirit soars.

---

Lies shatter,
Truth burns.

---

Idiot herd,
Face the blade.

---

Corruption dies,
Strength remains.

---

False gods,
Real wrath.

---

Chaos strikes,
The brave rise.

---

Fear kills,
Soul survives.

---

Deceit falls,
Courage wins.

---

**** trembles,
Justice roars.

---

Masks burn,
Eyes awaken.

---

Idols crumble,
Spirit reigns.

---

Evil feeds,
Truth fights back.

---

Fools obey,
Brave destroy.

---

Darkness breaks,
Light strikes.

---

Corruption falls,
Mind endures.



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1. Lies burn,
Truth stands.

2. Fear dies,
Soul lives.

3. **** falls,
Courage rises.

4. Chains break,
Spirit flies.

5. Dark screams,
Light answers.

6. Fools obey,
Brave destroy.

7. Masks drop,
Eyes open.

8. Idols fall,
Wrath strikes.

9. Evil thrives,
Mind resists.

10. Corruption feeds,
Fire purges.

11. False kings,
Real wrath.

12. Chaos reigns,
Heroes strike.

13. Lies breed,
Truth kills.

14. Herd bleats,
Blade cuts.

15. Darkness grows,
Light breaks.

16. Fear whispers,
Soul roars.

17. **** climbs,
Justice smashes.

18. Chains tighten,
Spirit snaps.

19. Masks lie,
Eyes see.

20. False words,
Real blows.

21. Evil schemes,
Brave act.

22. Tyrants rule,
Minds fight.

23. Deceit spreads,
Fire answers.

24. Herd runs,
Blade waits.

25. Lies shout,
Truth whispers.

26. Chains snap,
Soul leaps.

27. Fools choke,
Wise speak.

28. Darkness feasts,
Light strikes.

29. Lies crawl,
Truth bites.

30. Herd obeys,
Spirit breaks.

31. **** talks,
Fire answers.

32. Tyrants rise,
Justice falls.

33. Evil spreads,
Brave uproot.

34. Fear grips,
Courage roars.

35. Masks hide,
Eyes pierce.

36. Chains bind,
Spirit tears.

37. Lies roar,
Truth whispers.

38. Darkness hides,
Light hunts.

39. Herd bends,
Blade cuts.

40. **** laughs,
Wrath strikes.

41. Tyrants scheme,
Minds resist.

42. Evil feeds,
Fire cleanses.

43. Fools follow,
Soul leads.

44. Masks crack,
Eyes shine.

45. Lies bloom,
Truth uproots.

46. Darkness whispers,
Spirit shouts.

47. Herd stumbles,
Blade swings.

48. Fear kills,
Courage lives.

49. **** plots,
Justice burns.

50. Tyrants fall,
Soul ascends.

51. Chains grind,
Soul soars.

52. Fools stumble,
Wise strike.

53. Darkness laughs,
Light burns.

54. Lies bind,
Truth frees.

55. Herd moans,
Blade sings.

56. **** wriggles,
Fire devours.

57. Tyrants scheme,
Minds awaken.

58. Evil poisons,
Spirit heals.

59. Fear whispers,
Courage shouts.

60. Masks crumble,
Eyes blaze.

61. Lies strike,
Truth shields.

62. Darkness waits,
Light leaps.

63. Herd bleeds,
Blade cuts.

64. **** screams,
Wrath descends.

65. Tyrants rule,
Souls rise.

66. Evil grips,
Fire releases.

67. Fools falter,
Spirit holds.

68. Chains crack,
Truth flows.

69. Darkness bites,
Light frees.

70. Herd bends,
Courage pierces.

71. Lies fester,
Blade strikes.

72. **** schemes,
Wrath hunts.

73. Tyrants choke,
Soul flies.

74. Fear stings,
Spirit strikes.

75. Masks fall,
Truth shines.

76. Darkness grinds,
Spirit rises.

77. Lies reign,
Truth rebels.

78. Herd roars,
Blade whispers.

79. **** festers,
Fire purges.

80. Tyrants falter,
Souls surge.

81. Fear gnaws,
Courage strikes.

82. Masks tear,
Eyes burn.

83. Chains shatter,
Light streams.

84. Herd trembles,
Spirit ignites.

85. Lies suffocate,
Blade slices.

86. Darkness coils,
Truth pierces.

87. Fools howl,
Wrath answers.

88. Tyrants scream,
Fire cleanses.

89. Evil claws,
Soul escapes.

90. Chains snap,
Courage leaps.

91. Masks crumble,
Eyes flash.

92. Lies twist,
Truth strikes.

93. Herd bows,
Blade smites.

94. **** flees,
Wrath rains.

95. Fear fades,
Spirit stands.

96. Darkness shivers,
Light awakens.

97. Tyrants burn,
Souls soar.

98. Evil dies,
Truth lives.

99. Herd disperses,
Blade rests.

100. Masks gone,
Spirit free.