I was sitting in my old rocking chair
Taking in the mountain air

All of a sudden I was filled with panic!
Oh no, for goodness sake!
not another earthquake!

But then these words I do declare
woodworms taken a liking to my chair
woodworms taken a liking to my chair

I rub the place where I had hair!
woodworms taken another rocking chair
woodworms taken a liking to my chair.

tickling the rocks
dancing around woodworms
drinking tequila with dandelions
the floor is 
no place
for a young fern with ambition

beanstalk
said the big unfurling fern to the little unfurling fern
beanstalk all the way to the ozonosphere
if you endure
and you harvest the best sunbeams
and nitrogens
and you cheat at quizzes
you'll climb as high as that great rose
and you'll be happy and
strong
and powerful

but I am happy
said the little unfurling fern to the big unfurling fern
and I don't wish to be strong and powerful
and that great rose I've heard is a real
pig
and he doesn't share his Easter eggs
and he has no pride in his hedges
and he plays bad music really loud on
buses

this floor is the floor but it is
my world
and I like the woodworms
and the two leafed clovers who don't know their
androecium's from their
gynoecium's
and the dandelion - well
he drinks too much tequila but he has a 
strong heart
and if the world was on fire and everything was lost he'd share his
last
mini eggs
with all of us.

it is true - that I am small
but in my scrubby wisdom I know I know
that it is better
to stay down low
among cheap friends
and dance with ugly woodworms
and tell stories to bluebells
and play flute with the clovers
than it is
to grow tall
and handsome
and have only the spiteful rose for a friend
and have to listen
all day
to *******
Morrissey.

now there's a lad
said the big unfurling fern to the little unfurling fern
as the dandelion racked up the tequilas.

frying plantains in Tanzania
with rice - so much rice
ageing postmen with bus passes and metal knees
carrying keisters of it
a thousand different ways

slow walkers
married, always
frittering away chances or just
connected,
with the mortal coils of the market?

big coat on in the Kalahari

your scorpions absent from the guest list,
exiled.
the brown bears caged, but should things have
really.
come to this?

fierce heat.
fizzing geysers rumpled by grey fluorescent lights and
plagued,
by the speeding steam trains of their past that took them to
SO MANY GREAT PLACES but they only recall the
endings.
the crashing off the tracks,
the unexpected landslides

revolve
navigate the ridge and don’t funk from looking down.
it is better this way.

stamp the scorpions in.
£5 on the door.

take the free round and dance around their nimbus because even though you WILL NEVER
know them,
you would NOT
BE HERE.
without them.

your corner patch
a feral patch given over to woodworms and weeds
but a patch without chains,
shaded by roses suffering a kind of pressure you will never understand.

the naan breads arrived 40 minutes early and ruined your bath but
WHAT
A
PRIZE.

to exist in a rainforest where naan breads are possible.
and ferns unfurl,
then hang,
and rise again.

frying plantains in Tanzania
slow married women bearing grain

carry your cactuses out into the sun.
feed them.
watch them.

be naked with your scorpions and really feel the
football finals
the canal gates
the shooting stars, zooming by
through the windows of the train.

The solid front door remembers the hand that made it -
You are the key -
and the creak of the universe — it's your sole secret
You lean your dreams and future against it.
For its sake you endure the woodworms
gnawing through your heart
the reek of damp
the hammering of enemies and relatives.
(Long is the absence of light
that paints things awake -
Long is the presence of paint!)

You come home exhausted — from wherever you've been
the wind at your side — just as you wished
toyed with by traumas.

Once he made necklaces from seashells
colouring them with his own fairytales
once he made friends with strange frogs
- and all the while she's watching him
from behind the door /from out the window
(when she runs to pick him up
he will not raise
a cry!)

A Comic Come to Life

The cartoons came alive — grotesque!
For humans are long since dead.
Forget your "culture" pretext —
It rots from the top instead.

Not life, just a filthy comic,
No truth — just a stream of lies.
And soon comes a new demonic
Remix that will paralyze...





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Grotesque parade — the truth is gone.
The comic reigns. Humanity’s done.



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Delirium of Greed

Stupidity, greed — the same old curse,
The root of all rot, for better or worse.
Greed and stupidity, both in control —
Look anywhere, it’s swallowing whole.

Brainless beasts, diseased with desire,
Drag us all down in their muck and mire.
Because of those creatures, we’re doomed to fade —
The world is lost in greed’s charade.




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Greed-struck fools — they **** and feed.
This world’s a madhouse ruled by greed.




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Ruins

A tender flower —
So frail, so slight.
The **** gains power —
It clings, it fights.

And so with reason —
Crushed by the fool.
Each age, each season —
Dumbness rules.

The stages ended,
The lies increased.
No homeland’s splendid —
Just ruins of deceit.




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No truth, no ground — just twisted lies.
A world of ruins, where reason dies.



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Red Cross and Crimson Rage

A vivid mask of evil’s face —
That’s what communism is.
It scorches all with lies and grace —
The modern fascist biz.

It’s global now. The dim and blind
March gladly in the same old trap.
They babble, “Peace for humankind!” —
But serve a soulless, heartless crap.

They build the Camp — a grand parade
Of lies that twist and multiply.
The Red Cross on a banner laid
Feels like blood flung in the sky...



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Red flags wave — the lie persists.
Behind the cross — a fascist fist.




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Don’t Obey!!!

Stop! Down!
You clown...
Cop’s joke —
You choke.

**** the BEASTS —
Lies scream,
Burning truth
To extreme.



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Obey the lie — you die inside.
Rise now — or be crucified.



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The Verdict

A crazed slave weakens fast,
Hoarding lies that never last.
Not a life — a botched disguise,
The master feeds on twisted lies.

He lies and seals their doom,
But soon he'll fall — a wicked tomb.
For stench and shame, the final prism —
Cataclysm! Down with fascism!




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Slave decays, the master lies.
Cataclysm kills — fascism dies.




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Inheritance

There’s nothing in this world, I bet,
Worth clutching tight beyond regret.
The whole world’s just a wild, insane
Delusion pioneers maintain.

This aging scout drags that disease,
Taught since youth with false beliefs.
He knows not that he spreads the curse—
This madness passed from worse to worse.

Dad and mom — pathetic slaves,
Teacher serves fascism’s waves.
Few can dodge the fate that thrives:
Half-wit lost in idiot drives.



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Madness passed from hand to hand,
Slaves and fools rule all the land.



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Dead Stereotypes and Controlled Emotions

Dead stereotypes
Are stabbed in you from youth.
Satan’s archetypes —
To smother the Fire’s truth.

Reason locked tight, emotions roar,
Monsters steer you like a chart.
Destination’s "******’s Shore" —
Where madness tears you apart.

So burn it all! No more fools
In this madhouse of despair.
Stop serving twisted tools —
Torturing your soul bare.

This Fire from your very core
Will burn the lies away.
Stop guarding your fragile shell —
Throw it to Vision’s flame today.

This Vision is direct —
No alien interest stains.
Stereotypes distort, infect —
Pressing lies and selfish gains.



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Stereotypes **** —
Emotions controlled.
Burn the lies —
Free your soul!



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Chains of lies, emotions bound,
Break the cage — burn it down!



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Dead minds locked in stale clichés,
Puppets dance in scripted plays.
Emotions tamed — a circus farce,
Burn the stage, break every farce!



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Brains on leash, trapped in the old,
Dead clichés bought and sold.
Feelings clipped, minds confined —
Burn their lies, break the grind!



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Fools repeat the same dull song,
Living lies they’ve bought so long.
Tamed emotions, puppets’ show —
Set it all ablaze and go!



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USSR 2.0

Dedicated to Tatyana, artist from Mariupol.

Free us, former motherland,
From crumbling homes and broken lives.
There dwells a fascist’s twisted hand,
Spreading stench and wails that rise.

They shoot at civilians with skill —
The Germans once, now worse, it seems.
Grandfather won, but now there’s ill,
Madness reigns with war’s false dreams.

Mariupol lies crushed and torn,
Rashists killed the peaceful souls.
On roads, machine guns fiercely sworn —
Where children live, the bullets roll.

That car’s the foremost, hated prize:
Mariupol’s own stand and say,
Is that a homeland, cold with eyes,
That spits on old and young each day?!




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Mariupol burns, the fascists ****,
Old ghosts rise — the nightmare’s real.



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Apart

Ukrainians aren’t old Soviet clay,
And mostly so it’s been, they say.
In USSR, a Rovno aunt
Showed me, despite the harshest taunt—

Through genocide and dumbed-down mind,
The Spirit of Freedom they could find.
Crimes of Soviets or Rashka’s stain
Can’t wash away that lasting pain.

With Rashka — apart! It’s no true land!
The path goes on, blood pays the hand.
Coward patience — cow dung’s throne —
Amid “leaders,” filth is sown.




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Not Soviets, not the same,
Ukraine burns, breaks the chain.
Rashka’s lies can’t claim their soul —
Freedom’s fire makes them whole.



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Overload of Filth and Trash

Through the world of fascist slime,
Hold your nose and walk on by.
Media wounds the soul each time,
Sending reason up to cry.

Don’t get caught — in this foul place
Nothing’s worth the fight or fuss.
Not a world — a cesspool space,
Rotting midst the lies’ assault.

Everywhere the lies run wild,
Fascist filth — the core, the goal:
Two-in-one, a toxic pile —
Overflow, down to the hole!



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Fascist slime, lies that burn,
Nose held tight — no return.
Filth and trash, the stinking show —
Flush it fast, let hatred grow!



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All “By Accident”...

Black on gray — they smear the world, no doubt,
A madhouse scene in shades of drought.
Lies march loud, a stench in air,
Breeding fear and deep despair.

This mad “art” — where monsters feed,
Fools and crazies grow like weeds.
Selection’s task — foul undead,
All glossed over — “just by chance,” they said.




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Black on gray, lies spread and play,
Madness grows in cold decay.
Fools and fiends in breeding fields —
All “just by chance,” the darkness yields.



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Black smeared lies choke out the light,
Madmen rule this endless night.
Fools and fiends bred to betray —
“Just by chance”? Hell no, it’s their way.



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Black lies slash across the sky,
Madness laughs while millions die.
Fools and fiends, a cursed breed —
“Just by chance”? Hell no — they feed!



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Black lies spit and choke the light,
Madmen laugh in endless night.
Fools and fiends breed pain and greed —
“No accident!” — they plant the seed!



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Black on gray, a poisoned stain,
Lies that bind and break the brain.
Madness rules this cursed play,
Fools and fiends lead minds astray.

No “accident” in this dark game,
It’s planned destruction, filth, and shame.
Rise and roar — don’t bow or fall,
This is the nightmare — break the wall!



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Black on gray — a venomed flood,
Lies that drown the soul in blood.
Madmen puppeteer the blind,
Fools enslaved, the will resigned.

No accident — the poison’s sown,
A cancer deep within the bone.
Rise, ignite — destroy the night,
Shatter chains — reclaim the light!



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Variant +

Black on gray — a venomed flood,
Lies that drown the soul in blood.
Madmen puppeteer the blind,
Fools enslaved, the will resigned.

No accident — the poison’s sown,
A cancer deep within the bone.
Rise, ignite — destroy the night,
Shatter chains — reclaim the light!

Break the silence, break the cage,
Tear the darkness from the page.
From the ashes, fire will roar —
Freedom’s cry forevermore!




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The collective P*ss—
A vile fascist clique.
If you trust their lies—
They’ll shove a plug so thick,

Right into your brain,
Till nothing’s left to find.
But the ***** doesn’t care—
Feasts, bribes— all aligned.




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One’s Cap Fits One’s Head

To break free from poems’ chains,
And die with honor down in Hell—
A cesspool where the fool remains,
Betrayers stuck in vile shell.

In Hell, the traitors crowd in swarms,
More broken **** than one can name.
Here Mind’s extinction’s lost its norms—
A sport that burns a thinning flame.

The clever layer melts away,
Like snowflakes high on mountain crest.
But does the fool here rule the day?
No—he’s a slave, and capped the rest.




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The Table and the Ox

All walk beneath the table’s weight,
But it’s a vast infernal slab.
From that ****** board escape so late—
Just few, while crowds remain the drab.

Huge undergrowth of mind and soul—
An ox, mere food for demon fiends.
They lie, relentless, play their role—
Too few ideas on their screens.

Ideas breed silent submission,
As “virtue” taught to oxen blind,
To ease the soul’s slow demolition—
For this, all lies they’ve designed.




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The Painting’s Idea

A canvas split in two, its claim:
Half flowers bloom, half fade away.
An allegory—war’s dark flame,
The shadow lurking, foe’s display.




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The Bottom

Pathetic spaces —
Worlds of hellish lies,
Darkness filled with crudeness,
Where fools herd and rise.

Thousands of warped mirrors —
Where “top” means the very base.
This is the Bottom, pure and clear —
Fear, filth, fascist disgrace.




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The Bottom

Pathetic voids — hell’s own lies,
Darkness thick with spite and scorn.
Fools parade in blind disguise,
Lost, deranged, and truly torn.

Thousands of cracked mirrors glare,
Where the “top” sinks to the pit.
This is Bottom — foul despair,
Fear and fascists tightly knit.



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The Bottom

Pathetic voids, hell’s foul lies,
Darkness thick with spite and hate.
Fools run wild, their blind disguise —
Lost in madness, cursed by fate.

Cracked mirrors crush all hope and light,
Where “the top” is just the pit.
This is bottom — foul, black night,
Fear and fascism tightly knit.



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The Bottom

Hell’s lies breed fools and ****,
Darkness rules, no hope to come.
Mirrors cracked — all truth denied,
Fascist filth, the darkest tide!



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Crimes of Rashism

Seventy thousand crimes revealed,
By Ukraine’s courts, the truth is sealed.
Rashka’s steeped in idiocy—
Still fights NATO relentlessly.

Kids shot down right in the streets,
Bombs fall ******* crowded sheets.
Yet in that land, the “untouchables” stay—
Guess ***** clouds their minds away...



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Rashism’s Crimes—No Mercy!

Seventy thousand sins revealed,
Rashka’s curse, its fate is sealed.
Fighting NATO? Pure disgrace—
Children die in ****** chase.

Bombs rain down on homes and hope,
Yet they numb the mind to cope.
Untouchables in drunk parade—
Souls are crushed, but lies stay made!




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On the Decline

The work is done —
Hello, Death, come on!
In the madhouse of fools,
A dull, dark, rotten song.

That role’s not mine to play.
So then, let’s march ahead!
A new hell for the freaks?
No matter where I’m led.

This world is on its fall—
And soon, all will descend:
While here you only feast,
The end’s a curse to send.




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Barren Flood

A flood of feelings, wild emotions flow,
While scraps of reason yield a barren show.
These barren souls, like addicts, crave the high —
More waves of feelings, screens that multiply.

Lies surge and crash on every distant shore,
Drowning truth, invading every door.
When lies ride high on waves of raw emotion,
They shove deceit through minds of poor devotion.




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Every Little Drop Dreams to Be a Big Enema

Every little drop since early age
Dreams to become a mighty enema stage.
Become one — feast will never cease,
The stash won’t shrink, just grow with ease.

Those enemas — the propaganda crew,
And all the ranks of officials too.
They drive the Spirit from the herd away,
Fill every fiber with fear’s dark sway.

The politician’s just a toilet seat,
No enema small enough to meet.
A conduit for all nonsense and dread,
Now ushering in fascism’s spread.

Their nonsense and woes, the fiends dispense,
With cruel precision, evil’s pretense.
The Mind is crushed beneath their reign,
And they will pay for every pain.

But soon will burst the Super-Seat —
That world calls home, a cursed seat.
A breeding ground for Evil’s creed —
The fiends will face their final deed.




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Every Tiny Drop Wants to Be a Big Enema

Every little drop, from childhood’s start,
Dreams to become a piercing dart.
Become that enema — eat like a king,
Never losing, always taking.

Enemas all — the lying breed,
Officials too, the **** we need.
They shove the Spirit out of the herd,
Injecting fear into every nerve.

Politician’s just a filthy throne,
No enema too small to own.
The pipe for all their ******* and pain,
Spreading fascism’s rotten stain.

Their crap and chaos — served on demand,
By inhuman fiends with iron hand.
The Mind they crush, abuse, degrade —
For this, the monsters will be paid.

And soon will blow the Super-Throne,
This hell we call our world, our home.
A hotbed where all evils breed —
These fiends will burn — no mercy freed.




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Tiny drops crave enema might,
Feeding fear, crushing light.
Politicians — filth and lies,
Super-throne where evil dies.



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Woodworms

We all are woodworms —
Feasting on the rot,
Leaving after battle’s storm
No wisdom, only blot.

Everywhere’s destruction,
Spirit’s deep despair.
Only decay’s eruption,
Fear and whining there.

But soon the bark of earth
Will sweep us from the scene.
No “paradise” for fools —
To Hell, if you’re obscene.



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The Burden of False Life

"...to dwell alone,
casting off life’s heavy chain,
holding freedom timeless,
beyond thought’s domain—
to be one with the universe..."
— Jiddu Krishnamurti.


Cast off the burden called "life," —
Learn this art well.
Farewell to mind’s strife —
To another realm, farewell:

Go inward — only there
Will answers arise.
In this world’s cold glare,
You’ll vanish with lies.

Thoughts dissolve, but not the dark —
A “meta-thought” will bloom in light.
Fear not this spark,
The path is right.

Though few have walked this way,
The trail is clear.
To hell with the beasts’ sway,
And sheep in fear.

Fallen low,
“Beyond time” will shift your sight—
Shed false life’s heavy woe,
Escape its prison’s blight.



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The Burden of False Life

“… to dwell alone,
shed life's **** chain,
own a freedom none can tame —
beyond the mind’s insane domain —
be one with all, release the pain.”
— Jiddu Krishnamurti.


Drop that useless burden, "life," —
Stop whining, learn the drill.
Escape the mind’s relentless strife —
To death’s cold void, take the ****:

Dive inside — no lies survive,
Only truth will pierce the veil.
In this shitshow, none stay alive —
All drown in fake tales.

Thought dissolves, but not the dark —
A “meta-thought” cuts through the blight.
Don’t fear the spark,
It’s the rebel’s fight.

Few walk this brutal path,
Most crawl like dumb herds.
To hell with their stupid wrath —
The beasts, the sheep, the turds.

Fallen souls and "beyond time,"
Shift your focus, break the chain.
Rip off false life’s grime,
Escape its filthy reign.




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They Won’t Have Time...

Armies of clerks, bosses, and drones,
And legions of plankton fools —
They swallow the crap economics owns,
Where rotten lies break all the rules.

Fed with trash that devours earth’s core,
Killing soil just for their greed,
But they miscalculated sore —
The land fights back against their breed.

Idiots feast in endless supply,
Yet worse is planned ahead:
Soulless suckers bred to multiply —
Not humans, lice instead.

The **** rush forward, quick to spawn,
Their poison spreading wide and fast.
But time will cut them down at dawn —
Their reign won’t ever last.




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The Righteous Cause

Our cause is just and true:
If you stand with us — you’re right.
We march bold through the stew
Of lies that poison sight.

Truth grows only through lies,
In this corrupt, dark place.
The **** speak shameless ties —
The ****** idiot’s face.

That fool will be the end,
The idiot’s final claim.
The world by God’s hand penned,
Left to vile mobs and shame,

Where soullessness is norm,
A flood of cold decay.
To not become that storm —
Fight filth, don’t drift away.




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Cells

We build our cells,
Just like before —
As fools or beasts,
Caged evermore.
Few others stand,
But truth is grim:
The whole world’s lost,
The light is dim...




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Rotten Piece

“For me, Buddha who won’t rebel
Is just a rotten piece as well.”
— Osho


Revolt’s last breath—
The end of “life” confined,
False living, weak and sly,
A slave both meek and blind.
No pound you’ll gain,
Health fades away,
This pitiful heap’s a joke at play.

Revolt’s true end
Comes only with Death’s call—
A death that births,
Renewing all.
Outside the Spirit’s front,
Awareness fades to dust,
For Awareness is holy—
All else is just rust...




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Waste Paper

In the USSR Writers’ Union,
Ten thousand strong, the members spun.


Their “union’s” paper—waste, no more,
All scraps went straight to ads’ great store.
Though writers dreamed of lofty fame,
Their worth was just pulp’s humble name.




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The Road

The road leads to a pen,
Its gates are fresh and new.
Around, poor cattle strain—
No spirit, no clear view.

No head to think or fight,
Just feeding on the lie,
But drive the blight from sight—
These shells must end and die.

The fate is set and near—
A global cataclysm.
The devils disappear,
Who rule through fascism.




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The Road

The road leads to the pen,
New gates to trap the herd.
Around—weak cattle, then,
No spirit, just dumb words.

No brains, just mouths to feed,
Swallowing the lies.
Kick out that rotten breed—
Their doom’s no big surprise.

The end is coming fast—
A global cataclysm.
The devils won’t outlast,
Their fascist ego’s schism.




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Sieve to the New Hell

Hell of wretched fools below,
Born on Earth in vile decay,
Where betrayal’s work will show,
Soon to fade and melt away.

Spirit, shame, and mind, and honor —
Few remain, and always few —
In this world, rotten and somber,
Hard to find a path anew.

Dust returns to dust, entropy
Will level all to void.
Those who are but null and empty —
Through the sieve they will be void.




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Zen

The nail of anti-faith — true Zen’s pure core,
Now superstition chains fake science’s lore.
Religion’s signs in fake science all dwell,
CowID’s a verdict — a cautionary hell.

Now turned to same old flawed “argument” they claim,
Don’t want to be crushed? Then seize this moment’s flame.
Not just a moment — ETERNITY’s the Zen,
Not fascist chains, but rise again, my friend.




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Childhood as a Means

Children are the means —
To stretch yourself in time;
To bind a lover’s heart,
Loving only thine;
To flee from Hell —
That Hell’s a Void so vast.
Children seem like joy,
But none escapes the past —

Ambitions live through them:
Joy just for the self.
All these “traditions” lie —
Turning love to stealth,
To herd a flock of fools —
Satan’s shepherd’s breath!

Teach them only chewing
In lies and filth to wade.
And on a global scale —
A cog in the charade:
If you’re just a tool —
Then serving’s all you’ll be,
Childhood’s root of misery,
A cradle of deceit.




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Childhood as a Weapon

Children are the weapon —
To drag yourself through time,
To chain a lover’s soul,
Self-love’s only crime.
Escape from Hell? —
That Hell is just a Void.
Children, fake as joy,
All meaning’s destroyed.

Ambitions wrapped in lies,
Joy stolen for one’s gain.
“Traditions” all deceit —
Love twisted to pain,
Herding dumbed-down fools —
Satan’s twisted game!

Train ’em just to chew
On lies, on rotten ****.
Globally — a cog,
In a soul-crushing pit:
If you’re just a tool,
Your fate is to serve.
Childhood’s cursed root,
Where lies and madness swerve.




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The Race

The jockey flies,
The horse it aches.
But all’s fine —
They pile on flakes.

Shot down quick
If sick or lame.
I’m out —
No place in this game.

A race to Hell —
Sadism, dull pain.
The ******* grins —
Rudeness reigns.

All glitter, lies —
"Achievements" sold.
Shackled tight —
The goal’s Hellbound cold.




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Hellbound Race

The jockey flies — the horse just bleeds,
They cram the feed — fulfill their needs.
Sick or broken? One quick shot —
No mercy here, you’re out, forgot.

A sprint straight down to Hell’s own pit,
Where cruelty and dullness sit.
The ******* cheers, his heart is cold,
Rude brute in power, harsh and bold.

False glimmers, lies — their twisted trophies,
Chains tighten all, no hope, no peace.
They march us all to Hell’s grim gates —
This race to doom, no one escapes.




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Hell of Idiocy

Slave-born *******,
Of NO land at all —
Lies and old curses,
Meat for the brawl.

Corpses for fascists,
Junk shoved within.
Hell of Idiocy —
Rot and their sin.




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Poultry Farm

Gone are "the moments wondrous"—
Left are lies, disgrace, and shame:
Mind and Spirit's slow corrosion—
Man here’s almost dead in name.

Dehumanize — then toss them in fire:
A global camp, no less.
If you bow down dumb as a cork,
Your head pays for the mess.

That head’s worth just a penny,
But a ruble costs a hundred.
Billions now like watering cans—
Quick! Chickens for the blender!

And into soup they go—tell fools,
"This meal is meant for you!"
No need for fascist strength to rule—
The mind submits — they’re cooked through!




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"The Fourth *****"

The "Third World," the "Fourth *****" —
Suddenly, it chose to rise:
A hollow double-talker
Turns neighbors into spies.

This blabber pushes "bonds,"
Orcs driven off to slaughter.
But those will burn down Puppet Pu—
Catch hell in a hot quarter.

That blabber’s Kremlin-crafted,
Original long since dead.
Bold lies by clones — that’s the Fourth *****,
A scoundrel’s crooked thread.

On the final twisting bend—
Russia’s set to spin out wild.
You won’t escape the rotten lies,
Not even "Messiah" styled.

Raving nonsense, ****** calls—
(Most people lost their mind!)
Thinking with their *****, not heads—
Shame’s peak for humankind.



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"The Fourth *****"

Third World’s gone — the Fourth *****’s here,
Double-talkers stir the fear.
Orcs sent off to die and bleed,
Burn that puppet — hell’s decreed.

Kremlin’s spawn, a lying clown,
Original’s long dead and down.
Clones lie brazen, spit the plague —
Fourth *****’s devil, rotten plague.

Final bend — Russia’s wild,
No escape for broken child.
“Messiah” spews his mad disgrace —
*** over head, humanity’s face.




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Fourth ***** — No Mercy

Lies breed lies, the puppet’s burned,
Clone hell rising, fools will learn.
"Messiah"’s madness — shameful fall,
*** over head, we lose it all.



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Fourth ***** — Brutal Truth

Puppet’s ash, the lies explode,
Clone-born beasts in toxic mode.
Madmen lead the blind to hell,
Brains gone dead — a living hell.

"Messiah"’s rant, a cursed scream,
Nation drowning in a scream.
Fools who “think” with ***, not mind —
Bottomless shame, lost mankind.



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A Cry

Have I a song to sing before the Lord?
I don't care much — I choose a brutal cry
In Wretched Hell, with rotten skulls ignored.
Will that cry ****? Fine — if you just die.

And if you take that Hell — worse than death’s breath,
A cross not just on you, but songs unsung.
The future’s voice will fade to hollow death —
A moan enslaved in digital tongues.




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The Pit

I'll die beneath some nowhere town,
Dull, orphaned, crushed by extra spite,
As always, patient, beaten down,
Trusting evil, free of fight.

They’ll bury us inside a pit —
All those who’ve reached their deadline’s end.
On zombie screens, the lies will spit —
A flood of falsehoods to defend.




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The Sump

You’ll be “on top” like stuck in **** —
This world’s a filthy cesspool, true:
The biggest chunks all rise and sit,
While down below the pure stew.

The honest, wise sink to the deep,
But in Hell’s pit, they crown the best.
If you remember soul to keep —
You’ll never rise with all the rest.

The Path

No hope to be found,
No sense to be clinging
To life’s hollow sound—
Step into the stinging.

Go inward first,
Find Spirit within.
The Judgment will burst—
All else is but din.

Cast lies away,
Cleanse mind of the blinding.
That’s how you slay
The darkness still hiding.

Your soul’s been torn
Since wasted youth.
Your mind is worn,
Yet seek the truth.

Run long, endure,
Let nerves recover.
Hell you abjure—
Find strength to uncover.

Then build anew
A world of your making,
Where fate can’t subdue,
Where chains are breaking.

For this mad earth
Is rot and slavery,
All traps of dearth,
All treachery.

They fashion camps
Through fraud and treason,
Increase the scams,
Drown truth in poison.

So forge communes,
Strong brotherly legions.
The howl of buffoons
Can’t shake men of vision.

The sources of light,
The gift of pure power,
Were banned from sight—
Go seek that flower.

Reclaim it, restore,
In communes embed it.
Our last holy war—
No fear, no credit.

All’s lost today,
The wise are in tatters.
So throw grief away—
Be firm in what matters.

Bend one straight line,
Or else find another.
Even steep, it’s fine—
But blaze it, brother.

Lay all on the pyre,
Strike down the vile.
With Spirit and fire,
With Honor and Style.

Aim fury at those—
The fascist deceivers.
We’ll build the True Close
In hell’s misty severs.



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No hope, no disguise —
Burn lies to the ground!
With Spirit, we rise,
In Darkness — we pound.



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Tear down their cage,
Burn traitors to dust!
Unleash Spirit’s rage —
In Fury we trust!



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Spirit is King —
Darkness, we fling!



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Battle Hymn

Rise in Flame —
Destroy their Game!

Break the Lie —
Let Traitors Die!

Crush the Beast —
No mercy, no peace!

Spirit Reigns —
Shatter their Chains!

And when all’s torn,
A New World is born!



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War March

Rise! Strike!
Burn! Break!

Crush! Tear!
Spirit — Spear!



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Cycle of Battle

I. Strike
Smash! Burn!
Twist! Turn!
Chains fall —
We stand tall!

II. Storm
Roar! Strike!
Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains,
Shatter chains!

III. Triumph
Drum! Drum!
Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls,
Tyranny falls!



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Battle Cycle

Smash! Burn! Twist! Turn!
Chains fall — we stand tall!

Roar! Strike! Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains, shatter chains!

Drum! Drum! Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls, tyranny falls!

Rise! Strike! Crush! Tear!
Spirit Spear! Beware!



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Battle Strike

Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Chains fall! Darkness — beware!

Roar! Drum! Spirit Spear!
Enemies — numb! Fire flare!

Rise! Strike! Tyranny falls!
Spirit reigns — we heed the calls!



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War Cry

Smash!
Burn!

Crush!
Tear!

Roar!
Strike!

Rise!
Reign!



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Battle Cycle

I. Strike
Smash!
Burn!

II. Storm
Crush!
Tear!

III. Triumph
Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!



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F­inal Strike

Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Roar! Rise! Reign! Shatter!

Spirit Spear!
Darkness — Scatter!



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Lightning Strike

Smash!
Burn!
Crush!
Tear!

Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!


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I. Full Battle Hymn
Rise in Flame —
Destroy their Game!

Break the Lie —
Let Traitors Die!

Crush the Beast —
No mercy, no peace!

Spirit Reigns —
Shatter their Chains!

And when all’s torn,
A New World is born!

II. Compact War March
Smash! Burn! Twist! Turn!
Chains fall — we stand tall!

Roar! Strike! Darkness — Pike!
Fire rains, shatter chains!

Drum! Drum! Enemies — numb!
Spirit calls, tyranny falls!

Rise! Strike! Crush! Tear!
Spirit Spear! Beware!

III. Ultra-Short Strike Cries
Wave 1 — Strike:
Smash!
Burn!

Wave 2 — Storm:
Crush!
Tear!

Wave 3 — Triumph:
Roar!
Rise!
Reign!
Shatter!

IV. Lightning-Fast Final Blows
Smash! Burn! Crush! Tear!
Roar! Rise! Reign! Shatter!

Spirit Spear!
Darkness — Scatter!



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Familiar Despair

Familiar despair —
A reward, not sin.
Savage all around:
No oak — success is thin.

Wrap yourself in despair
Like a heavy cloak.
Lay sorrow underneath.
Forget all hopes — the world is smoke.

Corrupt is the lie, and people —
A weak decay of kind.
Judas hides in filth —
Casts for Earth, confined.

We are like woodworms here —
Nothing worse than this.
The victory of the inhuman
Leaves Spirit but a kiss.

You are a Spiritual Being —
Elsewhere lies and shame.
Cast away the false “necessity” —
Leave the Rotten Bedlam’s claim.

Build communes. Raise your bands,
Defend against the vile.
Become a man at last —
Only psyche bends the trial.

Though billions of madmen rage —
Fight on, though you may fall.
And *******, inhuman,
Let them spread their lies to all.

Many will die to lies —
Only the sane will see.
Don’t be weak, don’t flinch —
Not a fool, if brave you be.

When the fools are fewer
By the lies they weave,
Then the sane shall flourish —
In the final fight, believe.

Strike the decisive blow,
Wipe the inhuman clean.
Though all seems bleak and grim,
We will not be unseen.

If we impose a clever fight —
Seek the strategy.
For Darkness has little craft —
Soulless its petty spree.

Then awaken your Spirit —
It will show the way.
Find the weakness of Hell’s minions,
Step inward — do not stray.

Turn on intuition’s power —
It will guide our hand.
Restore your Spiritual Status —
Only Spirit can blast this land.

All of this is Mystery. Learn
To dwell within its might.
Work hard, fight fiercely —
The time for sorrow has passed from sight.



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Familiar Despair

Wrap in despair, step inside!
Fight the lies, let Spirit guide.

Build your bands, defend the just,
Crush the inhuman, ashes to dust.

Awaken, rise, let intuition lead,
Blast the Bedlam — sow the seed!



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Familiar Despair

Step inside!
Fight the lies!

Rise, Spirit!
Crush their guise!



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Wake, Do Not Sing…

Wake, do not sing —
They’ve robbed us all.
Above you loom
The vile and the small.

Always they craft
Nothing but disgrace.
We are their squad,
Their madness we face.

Ever prepared
To serve the dark,
To **** the Spirit
And whine to embark.

Do not sing, but moan —
The ****’s desire.
Their lies wail loud,
A shadow of fire.

That lie will **** —
Trash and war alike.
Nations — mere lice:
Such fate they strike,

If those vile ones
Are silently endured.
Success for the **** —
A triumph obscured.

Like food it goes:
Devour and don’t squeak!
Years will pass —
All will face the bleak.

We already build
This concentration ground,
Under Darkness’ rule,
All march in bound.

Yet Higher Court
Is near for the vile.
They’ll die —
The fawning and the vile.

Those who believe, lie,
And tolerate the inhuman,
Idiots dwelling
In stinking pinions.

From every hole,
Justice comes grim.
And executioners —
Only to Hell’s new brim.

Here already Hell —
Infernal in might,
And ruled by the ****,
Mind meets fatal night.

Saved shall be those
Who sold not their honor —
Through labor, through battle,
They crush the monsters’ horror.



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Wake, Do Not Sing

Wake, do not sing —
They’ve robbed us all!

Fight the lies,
Crush the ****!

Honor intact,
Monsters fall!


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Wake, Do Not Sing

Wake! Fight!
Crush the ****!

Rise! Reign!
Honor wins!



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Identification “Thinking”

Something “is” something —
Often it’s just trash.
Thus within you manifests
The trace of mind made brash.

Imposed definitions —
A flood of twisted terms.
Universal dulling
Through centuries affirms.

Piled high by rotten pseudo-science,
The mind their main manipulation tool.
Those lying, selling fiends
Always ground understanding to a fool.

Man is NOT a body
With a scrap of thought inside.
He is a Spiritual Being,
And **** can be sent aside.

From Consciousness remain mere rudiments,
If Spirit and Conscience are forgotten.
The inhuman experiment
On humans, Dark servants begotten.

All sorted into categories, neat.
Yet Nature has no shelves at all.
Dogma imposed by “learned” fools —
Identification “thinking” is just thrall.

“Only this is true,
Disagree — you’re the foe.”
How many songs have been sung
By creatures like them? Just a hollow show.

Change the labels — new heresy
Can further **** the mind.
And vile inhumanity, baring teeth,
Will act the same, renewed, unkind.

A shift of formations — the new one
Medical neo-fascism takes shape.
With digital chains — the core of slaughter,
In decay, the principal escape.

They invent diseases with ease,
Destroy herds with poisons, no sweat.
Call the venom a vaccine, push it down —
And then continue to lie, reset.

Lie with a scholarly mask,
Use random jargon at will.
Only minds can see the scheme —
The herd just breeds and eats its fill.

The herd does not think — instinct rules.
Labels are signals to the sheep.
Tools of genocide are simple —
Poisons in food, and lies heap.

So trust nothing. Think anew.
Turn on intuition, audacity, too.
Step boldly INWARD: sweep away
All rotten impositions the mind once knew.



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Identification “Thinking”

Trust nothing!
Think anew!

Turn on Spirit,
Sweep the ****!

Step inside,
Crush their lies!



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Identification “Thinking”

Think!
Trust none!

Rise, Spirit!
Crush ****!



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See a Fig…

You look in a book — see a fig.
The box of zombies — see Hell.
All is poisoned. Chains imposed
By fascist fiends who dwell.

Lies rule. Pseudo-science
Shatters Reason into shards.
Darkness of traitors everywhere,
Those fiends and fools on guard.

They trust in fables, myths, and tales,
Propaganda, lying schemes.
“Education” guided by
Decay of Satanic dreams.

They teach in schools, Pure Mind
Turned into chaos and mess,
Soul destroyed, obedience preached —
Darkness deep, nothing less.

Darkness and delusion. This delusion
Has captured all souls’ space.
Gunpowder no longer needed:
Psi-terror thrives in place.

Worse than bombs,
For it strikes the Conscious Mind.
Fragmented thoughts will follow,
Idiots left behind.

Without bloodshed,
The inhuman seeks to win.
Man is not vermin — Spiritual
Phenomenon — they want to thin.

Psi-weapons used fully,
No idle fiction here.
The mind of humans shredded,
Brains riddled with fear.

Hence — unification,
Discipline. In war,
Only the Wise are valued
In this hybrid horror.

Poetry is compressed emotion,
A message to the Mind.
Weaponized — I drive my share
Of dynamite, defined.

Seeking other ways
For this hybrid war today.
Already old, all daring paths
Considered, weighed, in play.

Now must find a method
Terrible yet simple to deploy:
How to destroy these fiends,
How to blow this rotten ploy.

The world’s a cesspool.
Humans cannot thrive here.
Seek and craft your ways of battle —
**** and vampires disappear.



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See a Fig

Look, don’t sing —
All is stolen!

Strike the lies,
Crush the ****!

Mind awake,
Blast the rot!



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See a Fig

Look!
Strike lies!

Rise, Mind!
Crush rot!



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Do Not Believe!

Do not believe —
Seek to know.
Check it all,
For liars grow.

Those fiends have skill —
Centuries long.
Dull media
Turns humans wrong.

They corrupt all,
If you trust their claim.
They only promise —
But it’s smoke and flame.

All those pledges
Belong to waste,
For chatterers’ style
Is lies well-placed.

And pseudo-science
Always strong,
These fiends deceive us
Years along.

Time passes —
The lies grow mightier still,
Like madmen striking
Logs at will.

People weakened
By this deceit,
And hardship comes:
Smash, defeat.

With vile lies —
Such is Evil’s creed.
Though it seems hard,
Down you will not bleed,

When you know for yourself.
Your seasoned mind
Will study Bedlam,
Find the paths to find.

Freely, easily
You’ll walk away,
When Spirit’s Light
Guides the way.

All the blackness
Will fade and pale.
Then it won’t
So harass or assail.

Let the Light abide!
Do not despair!



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Do Not Believe

Do not trust!
Seek the truth!

Check it all,
Smash the lies!

Mind awake,
Spirit guides!



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Do Not Believe

Seek!
Smash lies!

Rise, Mind!
Spirit guides!



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Poems About the Complex

And again the editor’s window —
Time to write more lines,
About logic, attractors,
For hell, **** it, confines!

Though easier on idiots,
For they are the majority here,
Yet there’s fire and strength,
And ****’s triumph — clear.

In other poems, you’ll examine
And draw a proper end:
This world’s a nauseating mess
Already doomed — no god to defend.

He long abandoned it.
Such are the ways…
Don’t waste your back in bending —
The end of Evil nears these days.

But one wants to write a little
About Gödel’s mind.
A pearl of intellect,
That monsters strive to blind.

The philosopher’s meaning —
A titan through all time.
All verbal vomits
He cast into the grime.

Theories from the genius,
And all! — they took the hit:
Some rot of intellect,
Or putrid chaos writ.

Of course, poetry can
Only generalize,
Yet through it, sober views
Can be embedded, wise.

So the editor’s window
Is for the poet a slit
For a machine gun,
To plow through lies with grit.

Smash all lies,
Season the verse with despair.
Let savagery reign here,
If you fight — you’re not a mere hare.

Submissive fools —
Those monsters drain us all.
Though bleak this shameful world,
A complex poem — your call.

Let others write
Verses on love’s sweet lie,
While the world is drowning
And we all might die.

Can you strike the enemy with a poem?
Then go on, write!
The question is “to strike or not,”
**** strikes never, only lice.



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Poems About the Complex

Strike with verse!
Smash the lies!

Slam the ****,
Shatter the vile!

Write your truth,
Fight in style!



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Poems About the Complex

Strike!
Smash lies!

Rise, Mind!
Crush ****!



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Be Dead…

"While living, be dead — completely dead.
And do whatever you wish — all will be well."
—Bunan


You must detach —
Seek YOUR own ways.
Otherwise madness continues,
A march in the haze.

March “in step” with this world —
Into the rotten madhouse arrive.
Even the Lyre will die there,
But this verse is not about that.

Here, discard
Attachment to… yourself.
Then every question
Will bring its ANSWER — in struggle

With the insanities hammered in,
Since childhood, present in all,
You’ll see the cards are stacked
For those who deem “success”

The only thing that matters.
Die for EVERYTHING.
Be sensitive and brave.
Though **** may triumph,

You owe nothing
To the corrupt little world.
It will be destroyed,
Soon. And the fatness

Don’t let it accumulate —
Move forward, only forward.
Let Freedom incarnate in you,
And the monster

Fed within by all lies,
By Forgetting, let it die.
Unbowed before Evil,
We’ll live

A real life
When all Hell is swept away:
No mourning rites —
The vile fiend unneeded.

Here are legions of fiends,
Count the wise if you can.
Cast off whining and moans —
Consciousness and Honor!

Let this be your motto.
They are dead in their world.
There lies, violence, madness,
Corruption feeds the herd.

Be dead to these “races,”
Alive for the Light.
Horror imposed from birth,
Be only aware.

And with Awareness
Comes Another Life.
The torment of the Spirit
Will vanish. So FIGHT!!!



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Be Dead

Detach!
Live for Light!

Smash the ****,
Crush the lies!

Spirit awake,
Fight and rise!



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The “Nature” of Man

“They say it’s human nature” —
Those fiends repeat with glee.
Man’s a joke for them,
“To serve with sauce,” you see.

They love to **** his energy,
While fools believe the lies.
Inhuman liars thrive,
Genocide in plain sight.

Generations of slaves
Grow ever duller each year.
Lies stronger than all chains,
Ignorance, fear, and fear.

Behavioral schemes
Repeated year by year,
Memes implanted everywhere —
The masses will believe.

They claim it’s in the genes:
Fear, patience, shame ingrained.
But it’s just foam of lies and force —
Not “nature,” all preordained.

Generation after generation
They chant — and slaves obey:
Fools long used to eat and not think,
To follow what they’re told each day.

Everything decided by
Some “serious uncle,” fed
On our blood… and gladly we
Obey any law he spread.

Not laws — just amusement.
Education is a yoke,
Imposed for laughter,
To teach them how to choke

On all the filth they swallow.
Overton’s windows smashed,
The rogue becomes the “norm,”
Justice comes at last.

For tolerance of ****,
For the obedience of slaves,
For all their fear and whining,
Freedom breaks the chains and graves.

Not by slaveholders’ hands
Will the cataclysm sweep,
But by bodies only,
If fascism runs deep.

An insult to Nature,
This slave-world of lies.
Tremble, all you fiends —
The reckoning will rise.

For the few who saved their soul,
Who never bowed, never fell —
A different world awaits.
Ignore the enemies, fight, be well.

There is nothing in that “nature” —
Man is a clean, blank sheet.
Exterminate the monster within —
Be Spiritual, Bright, and Complete.



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The “Nature” of Man

Exterminate the fiend within!
Rise, Spirit, bright and clean!

Smash the lies,
Crush the ****!

Be free,
Be Light, be One!



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Poison-Bearing Slaves

"But man sent man
To the poison tree with a commanding gaze;
And it obeyed, flowing forth,
Returning by morning with its venom."
—A. Pushkin, The Anchar, 1828

For a ration — credits,
Cash and ***** —
The stuffed fool endures
All Evil here, no excuse.

Not only endures,
But carries poison too —
That venom, defective,
Will **** all grandchildren through.

For they are not poisoned by dust —
Here lies are the bane.
Brains are thin — instincts and tremors,
A trembling freak, insane.

Fright tales — deceit.
Such is the people
Of all these fake lands.

Global slavery —
Total fascism reigns.
Rudeness only craves to eat —
Pure idiocy remains.

Truly, grandchildren
Are consumed today by brutes:
Corrupt fiends,
Fools, idiots, recruits.

Two-thirds fools,
A legion of schizoid filth —
Fascist forces,
Satanic sludge.

The world reeks
Of this poison so vast.
How bitter, how grim,
Shame and disgrace cast.

Yet you must fight —
All else is decay.
Draw close to the Wise —
Sweep the Hell away.

All strength lies in Spirit —
Fortify it well.
Corrupt fiends
Will perish, any villain fell.

All will answer —
The time will come:
God marks the rogue.
Tremble, fool!

And these are not tales —
Real Execution awaits:
In the noose — all idiots,
Fascist **** meets their fates.

The Sun shines brighter —
The poison tree dries.
Judas coins,
All turned to ashes lie.

The World will rise,
Movement toward Freedom starts:
Against Nature stands
The SLAVE-IDIOT’s parts.



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Poison-Bearing Slaves

Fight!
Sweep the ****!

Spirit strong,
Crush the lies!

Freedom rise,
Slaves die!



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The Craft of Collar-Masters

The slave’s collar —
A shield for the mind
Against madness. The crowd
Reads all the “smart books”

And claims: law,
Freedom, progress.
But here Evil thrives,
And lies press wild and reckless.

Fools shout it loud,
Barefaced. Lock them up —
Let them sow poison
Among the cells and ****.

Almost all seems logical,
But foundations are falsified.
Cynically, Truth is replaced
By surrogates far and wide.

The whole world — a sham!
Slaves are pleased
With any excuse,
A mat of lies they heed.

It takes just a few moves
To see the pattern clear…
And those who call it out
Will be condemned. Lies here

Are so familiar —
Without them, death looms.
The fool hysterically claims
He’s not foul, he assumes.

“Constitution and such” —
All nonsense. The mind prostituted,
Only death of the Soul
Is served by this polluted.

That’s why around
So many dead ones dwell.
They “walk with God” —
A god of lies and chains as well.

They are satanists,
Yet cannot admit.
Madly they deceive themselves,
Their falsehoods never quit.

They hate not the slavery,
But those who see it clear —
That is the success of ****,
Their mastery of fear.

In minds, all is *******,
And the craft of collars
Is rudeness, disgrace,
And cunning, sly valor.

And those masters —
A pond full of them.
The fiend is nothing new —
Always deceiving themselves.

They teach children
To lie the same way,
To truly exterminate
Humanity inside their clay.

Break this cycle —
Smash the lies everywhere,
So Reason does not fade,
Collar-like, beware!



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Collar-Masters

Smash the lies,
Break the chains!

Spirit strong,
Mind remains!

End the ****,
Freedom reigns!



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The Convinced Are the Conquered

Convinced, yet conquered —
Words so close in sound.
In Latin roots, so simple,
Hard and sharp, profound:

To force the winner’s way,
To follow him with might.
Convinced: the forebear —
The conquered in plain sight.

The gap in meaning’s tiny —
Total lies sting like snakes.
Multiply the falsehood swiftly,
Make it bolder, more grotesque.

More vile, more furious,
Stronger than bomb or tank.
Bombs destroy — lies make yours;
So minds are crushed, ranks sank.

A doctor turned vet
Injects all with filth and woe.
No prison threatened him,
No tank strikes, hybrid or foe.

And traitors, shameful,
Swarmed like shadows in the night.
The sight is sickening —
Not human, foul delight.

The gullible, naïve —
Always the majority here.
A shameful end approaches,
Yet Truth, Spirit, Honor near.

The madhouse will burn,
Where words breed only deceit.
The hellish torment destroyed —
This fire cleanses the seat.

Though verses carry sparks of Spirit,
They are no evil tool.
For lying, corrupt *******
Will face annihilation’s rule:

For betrayal of the Foundations,
For letting the world stagnate,
For letting goatish **** thrive,
Their end will come — no debate.



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Convinced Are Conquered

Smash the lies,
Burn the madhouse!

Spirit rise,
Crush the ****!

Truth and Honor,
Will overcome!



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The ****-Burner

"Our Russia!!!" — no, not yours.
A colony long gone.
For pennies slaves toil,
Ruin and filth live on.

****-eaters, fiends, fools,
All breeds of vile delight,
At the ****’s beck and call,
In hellish *******, tight.

Inhumans rule this world,
Russia’s just the stage
To turn all into latrines,
To drive out Spirit’s rage.

False viruses, war-games,
Prove how minds have cracked;
Nearly all cuckoos gone,
Believing every fact.

The box of zombie lies,
Feeds “bonds” to dull the brains,
Heals the fools of falsehoods,
While chains and filth remain.

Few souls survive this Hell,
Where traitors reign on traitors,
Killing all that’s worthy,
Destroying dreams and craters.

And the other world — a sewer,
Fascism triumphs there,
The last fight’s for Reason,
Satan’s grip everywhere.

Across the globe it wins,
Building a World Camp vast;
The Pure Spirit slaughtered,
And sanity’s held fast.

Rot and shame degrade the rest,
Turning humans into beasts;
Earth itself a stinking heap,
Where darkness spreads at least.

But the great ****-Burner —
Our Sun — begins the purge:
Traitors worse than all world-evil
Will face the cleansing surge.

The **** will burn,
Sent to other, brighter worlds.
Fight in these cursed times,
Bend not, let nothing unfurl.

In this struggle, save your Soul —
All else is meaningless and vain.
Trust yourself, ignore the lies,
And ease the path through pain.



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****-Burner Manifest

Burn the ****,
Purge the Hell!

Guard your Soul,
Fight the Lies!

Truth will rise,
Darkness dies!



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Colossus on Rotten Legs

The migratory birds are flying,
The sun here shines far more bright,
Yet the madness of endless slavery
Lingers through rotten, stupid blight.

The country’s held by fools’ foundations,
Traitors like cement they lay.
Cement combined with rotting stumps
Builds a monument to decay.

It stands—miracle of all wonders:
A colossus on legs of rot.
Scoundrels and Judas figures praised,
The wise and sane are ground to dust.

Spirits and minds grow ever fewer—
A genocide of thought prevails.
Tyrants bask in vile grandeur,
While others crumble, shame assails.

Monsters march with rifles ready,
Their stench leads to slaughter’s door.
Yet the soulless flock rejoices,
For the Spirit’s connection is torn.

Heartless plague like endless pandemic,
Demons rule this petty world.
Mimicry hides these vile fiends—
Fools cannot see their lies unfurled.

Factories churn for dulling minds—
Schools, kindergartens, universities.
In darkness they trap generations,
And vile decay completes its cruelties.

Fascist lies and propaganda
Drive out the last remnants of thought.
Bureaucrats plunder without mercy,
Leaving all in a heap of rot.

Rot is called the homeland here,
All held together by lies’ bonds.
A world ruled by filthy fascist freaks—
The fool trembles, waiting their cons.

Migratory birds keep flying,
Yet unlikely to reach human lands.
The whole world’s become a madhouse,
Where inhuman fiends command.

Only the Sun remains, of course,
It will evaporate all filth and pain.
It will burn the madhouse to the bottom,
And end the madness, fear, and shame.



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Colossus on Rotten Legs

Birds fly, the sun blazes high,
Yet rot and fools keep nations tied.
Scoundrels praised, the wise crushed low,
Spirit torn, the darkness grows.

Demons rule, factories dull the mind,
Lies spread, leaving souls confined.
But Sun will burn the madhouse down,
And end the fear, the shame, the clown.



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Colossus on Rotten Legs

Birds fly, fools rule, the darkness thrives,
Scoundrels rise while spirit dies.
Sun will burn the madhouse whole,
Freedom strikes, and claims the soul.



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Colossus on Rotten Legs

Birds flee, fools reign, the mad world burns,
**** strut, spirit crushed, the tide turns.
Sun ignites the madhouse, razes all,
Freedom storms in—****’s final fall.



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Birds fly, fools rot, the mad world shakes,
Spirit rises—**** dies, the colossus breaks.



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Birds soar, fools rot, the mad colossus stands,
**** rules the world, crushing minds with hands.
Rise, Spirit! Burn the lies—break rotten lands.



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Mad colossus stands, fools rot, the world enslaved,
Rise, Spirit! Burn the lies, leave none depraved.



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Rotting colossus, fools enthroned, the world enslaved,
Spirit rise, strike fire! Let lies be razed!
Tyrants cower, demons fall beneath the flame,
Freedom’s dawn — humanity reclaim!



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Colossus rots, on rotten legs it stands,
Fools and fiends clutch power with trembling hands.
Spirit ignites — we raze the vile and grim,
Freedom storms the world — let darkness dim!



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Rotten colossus, fools and fiends in sway,
Crushing minds, they mock the light of day.
Spirit blazes — hell’s reign we shred apart,
Freedom smashes chains, igniting every heart!



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Colossus rots, its legs of putrid wood,
Fools and fiends march, choking all that’s good.
Spirit erupts — shattering the fiendish chain,
Hell burns, yet from the ashes rises our reign!



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Colossus crumbles on rotten, hollow feet,
Fools and fiends swarm, the world’s deceit complete.
Spirit ignites, tearing through the tyrant’s chain,
Hell’s fire rages, purging centuries of pain.
Ashes shudder, yet freedom storms the skies,
From ruins, the true soul of the world shall rise!



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Rotting colossus, fools in proud array,
Darkness rules where reason’s led astray.
Spirit strikes, the tyrants’ lies undone,
Ash and fire reveal the rising sun.
Chains shattered, all their falsehoods torn apart,
Freedom’s hammer pounds the tyrant’s heart!



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On rotten legs the giant staggers blind,
Fools and fiends oppress, leaving truth confined.
But Spirit roars, the falsehoods burn away,
Hell’s grip falters; the dawn has found its way.
From cinders, from deceit, a light breaks through,
The soul of man stands, fierce, renewed, and true!


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Rotting colossus falls!
Fools and fiends burn in Spirit’s blaze!
Freedom strikes—hell shatters!



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The Necessity of a Truly New Unified Collective Consciousness

A different consciousness, collective,
Beyond the confines of poor binary schemes.
Sick of the world of brazen lies and deceit?
Then break free from the stupid, imposed dreams!

From the schemes of genocide, of vice, oppression
Against the Pure Spirit—into the Spiritual Space.
At first a point, then expansion and progression,
But first, sweep the vile filth from its place.

The mind holds filth—not just one generation,
It’s been piled up for ages untold.
Seek the units that are Pure, untouched by corruption,
And let intuition guide you, brave and bold.

Feel the pulse of thought and of heart:
Around you, the dead—seek the living, wise.
Miss the moment, and there’s no fleeing from Hell,
Surrendered, resigned?—a lost soul meets its demise.

A collective escape from Hell is possible,
But first the Consciousness must be grown.
For the Mind is strangled here, the Spirit shackled,
The question: Consciousness—exist or be overthrown?

Not to exist is the fate that Hell’s creatures grant,
Who long ago seized Earth through lies.
The remnants of the Reasonable must unite,
Or else doom—the people here will crawl like lice.



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Rise, unite—the Mind must break the chains!
From Hell’s deceit, the Pure Spirit reigns.
Delay, surrender, and you’re already lost—
Fight, for only the living bear the cost!



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Break free, collective mind, arise!
From Hell’s decay, let Spirit rise.
Lose your courage, and you’re condemned—
Only the brave can see the end.



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Out of the schemes, the lies, the pit—
The Pure Spirit calls—answer it!
Delay, obey, and you’re undone,
Only the Mind can fight as one.



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Hell’s legions rule with poisoned lies,
But Spirit breaks, and Truth survives.
Surrender now, and all is lost—
Stand together, pay the cost!



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Rise, Spirit! Break Hell’s chains!
Only the fearless escape these pains.

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Mind united, strike the lies!
Hell shall burn before our eyes.

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Out of the schemes, out of the pit—
Strike together, never quit!

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Collective mind—Hell will fall!
Rise, resist, destroy them all!

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Chains of lies, we shred and burn,
Only the awake shall return!

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From the filth of forged deceit,
Strike as one—make Hell retreat!

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Spirits pure, unite, ignite!
**** of lies face final night!

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Smash the lies! Tear the chains!
Awake and pure—our spirit reigns!

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Strike as one! No mercy shown!
Hell shall fall, the truth be known!

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Crush the filth! Burn deceit!
Only the vigilant won’t retreat!

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Raze the ****! Shatter their throne!
Power to the minds that own!

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No compromise! Break the mold!
Strike with fire, strike bold!



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Smash the lies! Tear the chains!
Burn the filth! Crush the reign!
Rise, O Mind—hell falls again!



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Shatter the false,
Crush the vile,
Let the Spirit rise—hell dies!

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Break the chains,
Burn the lies,
Mind unleashed—darkness dies!

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Strike the filth,
Smash the ****,
Rise, O Soul, and hell succumb!

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Crush the vermin,
Raze the rot,
Spirit’s blade will strike the lot!

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Smash their lies,
Grind the ****,
Hell itself will feel the drum!

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Shred the falsehood,
Crack the chains,
Annihilate the tyrants’ reign!



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1.
Smash, strike,
Break the lie!
Vermin fall,
Spirit rise!

2.
Hit them hard,
Ravage their nest,
Only the bold
Will face the test!

3.
Crush the vile,
Rend the dark,
Let the Light
Ignite the spark!

4.
Crush the vermin,
Raze the rot,
Spirit’s blade
Will strike the lot!

5.
Smash their lies,
Grind the ****,
Hell itself
Will feel the drum!

6.
Shred the falsehood,
Crack the chains,
Annihilate
The tyrants’ reign!



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Smash the lies, crush the ****,
Let the Spirit rise, the tyrants numb!



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Break the chains, burn the rot,
Spirit strikes where fools are caught!

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Rise, O Mind, destroy the vile,
Crush their lies with ruthless style!

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Tear the falsehood, strike the herd,
Only Spirit speaks the Word!