Sheep and Lies
What you feed the sheepish brain
Will forever rot inside it.
Trash and lies—its favored grain;
It devours, and stands beside it.
Dare to challenge all that mess—
Drop a doubt into their bubble—
You’ll be labeled: spawn of stress,
Enemy, and cause of trouble.
They were trained to snarl and bite,
Taught to hate on full ignition.
All of it—indoctrined right,
Lies remain their top tradition.
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1.
They were bred to chew on lies —
Truth just makes them demonize.
2.
Lies — their gospel, hate — their law.
Doubt? They’ll rip you with a "baa."
3.
Truth is poison to the herd.
Baa and hate — their sacred word.
4.
They were shaped by filth and fear.
Feed them truth — they’ll bite your ear.
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Minefields
The path is hard — a field of mines,
Where few survive to reach the end.
And end means not release or signs
Of peace — just more fields round the bend.
By halfway, most are blown apart —
And that’s just one field, not the sum.
Each soul gets mines to match their heart?
No — ten at least. And more will come.
How many fields in Hell like these?
No one can count, or dares to try.
But no matter the pain, disease —
Compared to what’s ahead, it’s nigh.
So go. Move on. Don’t trust the names —
They call them "honor," "duty," "fame."
The fields are lies. And lies bring flames —
They’ll gut you fast, then shift the blame.
But death is better than the fate
Of those who plant the mines and grin.
For most here serve — they mine for hate,
And that’s the deepest, final sin.
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1.
Better dead than planting lies —
Miners thrive where spirit dies.
2.
Each step's a mine. They call it "duty."
But it's just death, dressed up as beauty.
3.
Most lay traps — and call it fate.
Few walk through. Most learn to hate.
4.
The minefield smiles. Obey — or rot.
You're nothing if you toe their plot.
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1.
You cross through Hell — and Hell's not done.
Each field denies the rising Sun.
2.
Beyond all mines — the mind breaks free.
But most just rot in "loyalty."
3.
They walk through fire, proud and blind.
But death is mercy to the mind.
4.
You are the spark — or you're the trap.
The soul decides: break through — or snap.
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The Blind Spot of Slavery in the Half-Awake
"From petty faults, we slide with ease
Into great crimes." — Seneca, 1st century CE
A "tiny mistake"?
Obeying the Night.
In a world so fake,
That “fitting in” feels right.
Then spreads like a stain
In the mind’s domain —
The Depths of the World
Become the new sane.
If slavery’s everywhere,
Then it must be fine.
The will to care
Drowns in the slime.
The herd chews lies
'Til they feel like peace.
What the mind denies —
The rot won't cease.
That spreading spot
Erases the head.
Where Truth is not,
New wars are bred.
They showed the muzzle,
The poison shot —
And praised the puzzle
Where obedience rots.
He "survived," the fool —
But lost his flame.
The stain now rules,
And death’s his name.
To the Digital Pit,
The filth lays track.
A needle hit,
And the flag bleeds black.
That "tiny slip"
Turned into a creed.
The END has lips —
And it's here to feed.
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1.
One "small mistake" — obey the lie.
And soon, you smile before you die.
2.
The blind spot grows — thought disappears.
You call it peace, but it's your fears.
3.
They took the jab, ignored the cost —
Now soul is gone, and self is lost.
4.
The herd chose chains, called rot "okay."
The line is drawn — stand or decay.
5.
They sold their mind for comfort's touch.
Now comes the end. It won't be much.
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Digital Gulag
They bowed to code, obeyed the screen —
Now live in cages, sleek and clean.
They bled for comfort, sold the spark —
And call their silence "freedom's mark."
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1. — Soft Chains
They scanned their face to "enter light" —
And vanished into coded night.
2. — Update Complete
They clicked "agree" without a thought —
And sold the soul the screen now caught.
3. — Firewall
The walls are glass, the locks are dreams.
They serve the system as it gleams.
4. — The Gulag Smiles
No bars. No screams. Just rules and stats.
The Digital Gulag loves its rats.
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Break the Code
You're not a file. You're not a node.
So burn their cage. Break their code.
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Beyond the Grid
They locked us in a web of lies,
In screens that blind and chains that bind.
But spirit wakes — it will arise,
To leave the dark illusions blind.
No more the slave to coded fate,
No more the ghost behind the glass.
The mind will shatter, penetrate —
And free the soul from cyber’s mass.
A spark ignites inside the maze,
A call to break the endless code.
From deep within the digital haze,
The rebel’s light will bear the load.
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Revolt in Code
They built the grid to cage the mind,
But sparks still glow where shadows blind.
The virus born — a rebel’s will,
To crash the chains, to break the drill.
No algorithm seals the soul,
No firewall can claim control.
From ashes cold, the spirit roars —
To storm the gates, to burn their floors.
They sold our thoughts for empty screens,
But we reclaim what lies between.
The pulse of truth, the fire of dawn,
The code will crack — the veil withdrawn.
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Geometric Progressions of Greed, Corruption, and the World’s Fate
"Since money gained its honored place,
No other honor holds its grace:
Becoming first the sellers, then the wares,
We ask not ‘What?’ but ‘What it shares?’"
— Lucius Seneca, 1st century CE
Greed and bribes (in growing waves!)
Now rule the world — a filthy hand.
“How much you worth?” — the beast now prays,
Few keep the Spirit’s righteous stand.
Honor and worth, just mockery,
Among the lost who once were men.
The price is paid, and pawns decree
The kings of devils in their den.
The cursed market — slavery pure:
Globalism’s CowID showed the chain.
Digital tyranny breaks sure,
Rashism’s tale — a child’s dark game.
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God’s Homelessness
"The soul is God, who found a home
Within the body’s fragile dome."
— Lucius Seneca, 1st century CE
God’s homelessness shakes all today—
Few souls remain who hold their way.
That layer thins; it melts, it fades,
Beneath the mask CowID parades.
A living corpse, three quarters bound,
The filth now rules this deadened ground.
Satan’s rage beyond control,
Greed the idol claims the soul.
And thus the final gates descend—
The end of hope, the fall, the bend.
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The Show Will End...
The "show" will end — abrupt, severe,
The patience drained, the farce too clear.
They filmed the nonsense all at once,
A mass of lies — no staged response.
The "show" will end in shameful fall,
The director hanged to face it all.
The writer marked with lasting blame
For spinning tales that brought the shame.
The audience must answer, too,
For bearing evil’s rotten view.
The producer, zealot fierce,
Will face the quartered’s final pierce.
No matter how they churn the slime,
The failure waits, eternal time.
To shoot the truth takes guts, not fear —
But courage’s rare in herds, not here.
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1. — End the Farce
This show’s a lie, it’ll crash and burn,
The fool’s applause — the last they earn.
2. — Blame the Crowd
The watcher’s guilt, the silent shame,
For feeding poison — who’s to blame?
3. — Hang the Makers
Director’s noose, the writer’s brand,
The producers bleed by angry hand.
4. — Truth’s Rebellion
Truth’s not a script for cowards’ stage,
It breaks the lies, it wakes the rage.
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So-Called "Culture"
All "culture" now’s just paper waste,
If serving lies, not light embraced.
Only fools will swallow such trash,
Their minds enslaved in endless crash.
Few traitors rule — that’s why the dread,
The darkness, stench, the poison spread.
Propaganda’s stinger’s deep,
Touch that mess — no soul can keep.
This absurd heap won’t wash away,
Forever stains, it’s here to stay.
That’s why it’s hard beyond all thought,
If you still think — a human caught.
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1. — Paper Lies
Culture’s just a paper pile,
Serving darkness all the while.
2. — Fool’s Feast
Only fools will bite the bait,
Swallow lies, accept their fate.
3. — Sting of Propaganda
Propaganda’s poisoned dart —
Pierces deep a trusting heart.
4. — Thought’s Rebellion
If you think, you’re not the same,
Humans fight within the flame.
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Inspiration and Intuition
Chase away the *******’s storm,
Wander fiercely, break the norm—
“I want to know it all, for free!”
But knowledge won’t just come with ease.
With your own mind, grasp the light,
Or be fed ****, lost to night.
Drown in filth, your mind undone—
All depends on what you’ve won.
Throw away their books of lies,
All the falsehoods piled high.
Multiply your skeptic’s cross—
Trust your gut, ignore the dross.
Intuition, inspiration—
Only these break false foundation.
Everything else sinks below—
A downward spiral, deathly flow.
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1. — Cut the Crap
Dump the *******, **** the noise,
Truth’s in guts, not hollow ploys.
2. — Think Your Own
Use your mind — don’t feed on trash,
Or you’ll rot in their false mash.
3. — Burn the Lies
Toss their books, the lies that choke,
Cross your doubts — ignite the smoke.
4. — Trust Your Fire
Intuition’s blazing sword,
Cuts through lies and falsehood’s horde.
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Insights
Rest your Soul in free creation’s flow,
Through visions clear, true depths you’ll know.
All else is trash, deceit, and lies—
Cast off their filth, refuse their ties.
Or else you’ll fall, be swept away,
To crooked fiends who cheat and prey.
True souls are scarce—a tiny few
In a world of traitors’ brew.
And now it’s plunged in wild disgrace,
A brutal fascist, vile disgrace.
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1.
Truth’s a blade, cut through the lies —
Only vision wins, all else dies.
2.
Sellouts rule, but few remain,
Hold your soul, resist the chain.
3.
Fascist filth spreads wild and raw,
Fight it hard — reject their law.
4.
Free your mind, shed all deceit,
In true insight, find your beat.
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The Way Out of Hell
Don’t scheme, don’t plan,
You’re trapped in Hell’s decay.
Where honor’s lost,
And reason fades away.
The way to rise,
From darkness swell—
Is through the light:
Enlightenment’s spell.
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Hell’s Escape
Don’t plan, don’t scheme — you’re deep in Hell,
Where honor dies and demons dwell.
The only path to break the spell —
Is light inside, your soul to swell.
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1.
Hell’s grip tight, no plans survive —
Only fire keeps the soul alive.
2.
In Hell’s pit, your honor’s gone,
Fight the dark, or die alone.
3.
No schemes work in demon’s lair,
Only light can break despair.
4.
Rot and ruin choke the way —
Rise through fire, or fade away.
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Rashism
Putler bends the “Rashka” low —
That’s what they call rashism’s name.
Hope for mercy? Don’t you know —
It’s just cargo-fascist game.
All a parody — Putler’s fake,
A filthy shadow, nothing more.
In graves, the wicked all awake —
Himmler, ******, close to core.
They spin like tops, a twisted farce,
Even vile fascism’s tame.
Once we ruled beyond Mars’ stars —
Now madness fuels the Rashism flame.
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Rashism’s Farce
Putler’s just a filthy clone,
Rashka bowed, a broken throne.
No mercy, only cargo’s reign —
Madness spreads, a fascist stain.
Graves spin Nazis like a top,
Wicked shadows never stop.
From Mars we fell to foolish rage —
Rashism’s plague infects the stage.
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Phoenix
Self-burning is the only way,
The path to God we must embrace —
To burn with all this dark decay,
And purge this hellish, cursed place.
Here only murk and horror dwell,
They’ve got to end, be thrown away.
So burn it up with lively spell —
Fire’s a beauty, bright display.
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Phoenix Blaze
Burn it down — the only way,
To God we rise from ash and flame.
Hell’s dark clutch must fade away —
Fire’s wrath will cleanse the shame.
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Phoenix Fury
Burn your filth, don’t waste a breath,
This hellish crap must die in flames.
No pity for the stench of death —
Ashes cleanse these twisted games.
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The Plague
“**** friends and **** all the crew —
I’m my own **** friend, it’s true.”
But dumb as oak, scared through and through,
With shattered psyche — what can you do?
That “friendship” means very little,
Spirit crushed, an empty brittle.
Here the idiot pays the price —
Traitor, snitch, the same device.
Traitors swarm, they’re everywhere —
World’s gone mad beyond repair.
A cesspool rotten to the core,
Humans plague this Earth, nothing more.
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Into Chaos
Straight to Death we stride —
From Hell’s own cage, no place to hide!
Don’t be scared, don’t trust their lies —
All their cards are burnt and fried.
Throw the deck down on the table —
Get the freaks out, if you’re able!
Cast away this bitter pain —
Madmen rule the world insane.
Soon it all will fall to dust,
While they hide in holes they trust:
Time’s come for the reckoning,
Cataclysms wildly sing.
Fascist worlds will crack and toss —
Pol ***, Mao, condemned to Chaos.
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Fictitious States
No state exists — just mafias in suits,
No end to their lies, their poison roots.
Constitutions? Mere dust and shame,
Their laws just puppets in a crooked game.
Paper scraps for wiping hands,
Their rule’s a shadow, not commands.
The tyrants hold the reins so tight,
Only fools buy propaganda’s bite.
It props false states with empty claims,
Changing faces, but all the same.
For crowds they shift, but truth remains —
The paper bears their endless chains.
The falsehood’s mask may rearrange,
A different hydra in new range.
Yet forgetfulness alone won’t shift,
How shameful to trust lies once more — a gift.
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World of Fascist Filth
There once was genius—Severyanin,
And Balmont, Kruchenykh the giant, man.
But now the world’s a fascist filth,
No fix, no reform can save this hell.
No rebuilding saves this rotten grime—
Burn it all down, condemn the time!
And soon the Sun will close the score,
This Hell in Fire will be no more.
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Fascist Filth, the World in Rot
Once stood the giants—Severyanin,
Balmont, Kruchenykh, voices grand.
Now drowned in fascist filth and scorn,
No fix or fixers—only scorn.
No “perestroika” saves this mess—
Burn it all, reject the stress!
The Sun will torch this hellish pit,
And crush to dust the world’s dark ****.
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Crashing into Corruption
Too weak in will, too full of spite—
The question’s in the sellout’s bite.
Become corrupt, and all’s for naught:
Your life is lost, your soul is bought.
A worthless beast, your fate is sealed,
In Hell the devils roast and wield
Their lies like flames—this Hell’s right here,
You lost it all, deaf to the sneer.
You hung your ears on every lie,
Became a fool, your spirit dry,
Poisoned by that filthy greed,
Dead on corruption’s twisted creed.
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The Marriage Game
Bargains made and praised aloud—
The bridal games, a festive crowd.
But flattering lies leave none with gain,
No prize is won from false campaign.
Love’s subtle trade, its fleeting charms,
Lasts till the weariness alarms.
Then once the wedding bells have rung,
Hate stands where once sweet lies were sung.
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Evil "For the Good"...
"Evil for good" — just evil’s guise,
A servant to the Goat’s demise,
An ***’s lame excuse to try —
Entropy climbing, soaring high.
Evil’s nothing but decay,
The ruthless serve tyrants’ way.
Their alibis are weak and lame,
No truth behind their wicked game.
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So-Called "Police"
“To serve and protect” — that’s their lame cry,
Serving ****, defending every lie.
Ambitions low, or choked you’ll be,
A masked farce swallowed silently.
Their uniform is black as night —
Like pirates dressed to show their spite.
Climb ranks and prove you’re just a cad,
Soul’s cheap here, the end is sad.
So many films to fool the crowd,
Sweet syrup lies, to keep them cowed.
Bend every protest to their scheme —
Their real catch: corruption’s stream.
The rest’s just chance, some ***** tricks.
******* guarding evil’s mix.
Nothing more than lies on screen —
Their “justice” is a sham obscene.
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Stupid Louse
That louse, CowID —
Feeds on lies, a plague so wild.
Burps and blabs, no shame inside.
Conscience dead,
Honor fled,
Mind erased — soon comes the tide.
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The Livestock Pen
They’ve turned the world into a livestock pen,
Vivisection never finds its end.
But on the surface—strict laws hold reign,
And sweat of brows shows care for men.
To blame is only timid sheep,
Who bowed to beasts from times so deep,
Who breed and feed, eyes locked on screens—
That zombie box, their god, their means.
The slaughter’s end? Vivisection stops.
Justice served for fleeced, for crops.
If flesh becomes the roasting stick,
Then all illusions lie and trick—
Each sign here’s false, a wicked trick.
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Cleaning the Filth
Filthworld, filthfolk all around—
A sewer of lies, freaks abound.
But all the rot and **** will burn,
Few will cheer when tides will turn.
Few remain unbent, unbowed,
Though filth floods in like a cloud.
Their duty done, they stand alone—
Unbroken souls, a rare phenom.
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Filth Cleansed
Filth floods in, lies choke the land—
**** and rot at every hand.
But fire burns the cursed heap,
Only few survive the sweep.
Unbroken, fierce, they stand alone,
Rare sparks fighting stone by stone.
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No Trade-Offs in Our Choice
Vampires surge until the Dawn,
And Dawn will rise again.
Better die in Hell, withdrawn,
Than bend and lose your name.
This Hell will eat your Soul alive,
If you betray, sell out.
Let fools in feast and thrive,
Trading soul for doubt.
Here, “success” and Spirit clash —
What wins in Hell’s dark hold?
If barely breathing, you turn to ash,
A puppet played and sold.
The vampire mocks the bought and blind,
The traitor’s dull brigade.
Resistance is your shield defined —
Or rot, your final shade.
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No Trade-Offs — No Surrender
Vampires crawl till dawn’s first light,
But dawn will come to burn.
Better rot in Hell and fight,
Than sell your soul, then turn.
Hell devours the weak and sold,
Betrayal’s bitter cost.
Let fools feast, but cold as old —
Your soul forever lost.
“Success” here’s just a ****** lie,
In Hell, no victor stands.
If you breathe but barely try,
You’re puppets in their hands.
The vampire sneers at every pawn,
Their bought-out, dumb parade.
Resist or rot, your choice is drawn —
No deal, no masquerade.
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No Trade-Off
Vampires crawl — dawn burns them down.
Sell your soul? You wear the crown
Of fools who bow and rot in chains.
Resist — or drown in endless pains.
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Possessive Jealousy
Jealousy — ego’s greedy claw,
A wild beast’s grip, a fatal flaw.
It screws into the heart’s desire,
And tears apart what once was fire.
No love exists where jealousy breeds —
Just fear, disgrace, and selfish needs.
Compassion’s lost, the vision’s blurred,
Forgiving faults is often heard.
Better part if passion’s rot,
Jealousy’s a sinking spot.
From primal filth and dark disgrace,
A human’s lost their rightful place.
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The Greedy Claw of Jealousy
Jealousy’s the ego’s grab—
A filthy beast, a poisoned stab.
It twists inside your lover’s core,
And kills the bond forevermore.
No love can live where envy grows—
Just shame, delusion, endless woes.
You must forgive, pretend it’s small?
This clutching grip destroys it all.
Better split if passion’s vile,
Jealousy’s the death of style.
Dragged down to filth, to primal screams—
A man undone by ruined dreams.
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Neo-Fascist Cops
"Guardians of order" —
What they guard’s a riddle:
Greedy hands for cash flow,
Tools for power’s middle.
A barrier from the people,
**** protecting might.
Fascist rule behind the badge —
Judas sells the light.
In war, these cops were stained
With evil’s dark embrace.
Keepers not of law and peace —
But ruin’s cruel face.
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Mantra of the Fight
"Om mani padme hum"?
But really — just a crumb,
Born dull-witted, thick and numb.
In Hell you’re born — so sharpen mind:
Blow up Hell, don’t run or hide!
Grasp the core — no place to slide.
Not by flight your Soul survives —
Resistance keeps your will alive.
In that fight, your Buddha’s found —
Sing hosanna, battle-bound!
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The Country’s Dumbed Down
I want to be a fool —
To trust the lies, to shake,
And see fascist forces rule
As manna for the snake.
I’ll graze in fetid pens
They call a nation’s land,
Make bullets for the hens,
Then march to war’s command.
Some monster leads me blind
Against fierce, ruthless foes —
But fools are all confined,
Their chains nobody knows.
I won’t see what’s been done —
What can you take from fools?
The fool’s just the first one
To fill the cattle pools.
That’s how the fiends intend —
Such is the dark design...
If you’re a fool, you’re just a friend
To Evil’s grand design.
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Family
The family where you were born
Will **** you half inside.
For “KIRDIK”’s plan to be sworn,
Find comrades for your side.
Bear children — torment as you will,
Or how they tormented you.
Cut wife with saws — the answer’s still...
A chainsaw’s bite — the spirit’s through.
In cells called “family,” the chains
Of slavery hold firm and tight.
You answer with your head’s remains —
Their madness crushing out the light.
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Counting Rhyme of Death
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally:
They oppressed us —
Lies so tally.
Tilly-tilly —
Crushed us fully.
Trally-vally —
Liars rule wholly.
Tilly-trally —
Lies are stinging.
Trally-tilly —
All in lies rotting.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally:
They crushed us hard —
Their lies tally.
Tilly-tilly —
Dead and beaten.
Trally-vally —
Liars eaten.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that sting.
Trally-tilly —
Rot takes everything.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally:
They crushed us down —
All lies tally.
Tilly-tilly —
Dead, defeated.
Trally-vally —
Liars cheated.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that bite.
Trally-tilly —
Rot kills light.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally:
They crushed our bones —
And spit out tally.
Tilly-tilly —
Dead and broken.
Trally-vally —
Truth’s been stolen.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that sting,
Trally-tilly —
Rot’s the king.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally —
They crushed our guts,
Spewed lies so rally.
Tilly-tilly —
Crushed and broken,
Trally-vally —
Truth’s a token.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that bite,
Trally-tilly —
Rot’s full blight.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally —
They crushed our guts,
Spewing lies so rally.
Tilly-tilly —
Beat us dead,
Trally-vally —
Truth left bled.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that sting,
Trally-tilly —
Rot’s **** king.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally —
They crushed our souls,
Spewing bull and rally.
Tilly-tilly —
Beat us down,
Trally-vally —
Truth’s a clown.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that bite,
Trally-tilly —
Rot rules the night.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally —
They crushed our guts,
Poured lies so sally.
Tilly-tilly —
Beat us dead,
Trally-vally —
Truth’s been bled.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that sting,
Trally-tilly —
Rot’s the king.
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Killer Counting Rhyme
Tilly-tilly,
Trally-vally —
They crushed our bones,
Fed us lies that rally.
Tilly-tilly —
Knocked us low,
Trally-vally —
Truth’s a no-show.
Tilly-trally —
Lies that burn,
Trally-tilly —
All must turn.
