Kali, make me an implement of your final cruelty and wisdom
Where there is motion, let me slow the vibration
So that your senses might attune to stillness
So that you might destroy my innocence and abolish my existence
May Kali Yuga swallow every form
May the myriad wonders go rushing, gushing thru your fangs
May the birth pangs of tomorrow chase the fortune of today
May the endless hours be abolished in calamity
Teach us to acknowledge the concrescence of our essence
Show us finality of form
Destroy the walls of every home—for we have willed it
Forever in a vacuum
May there be no sound of seasons
May every reason fall to chaos
You have made us in your image
Teach us to recognize
Where there is form, void;
Where there is truth, deception;
Where there is certainty, a cosmic pun;
Where there is reality, hallucination;
Where there is touch, neglect;
Where there is growth, a garden full of ashes;
You of many names: Anima, The Serpent Mother, Blessed Other,
Mind of Nature, Mind of Man, She Who Can, She Who Is, Spider Woman, Tao
Bring us to the edge of the unspeakable now
Disrupt our petty play
Absolve us from decay

Amazing how we’ve come so far
And are still so far apart
Everything is natural
I tell myself
But then
What makes us so strange?
Something here is strange
We seek to make it known
Like a deadbeat injuring himself
On the job
In Tennessee
Subject to
Endless repetition
In the marble quarries
Of old Athens
We copy what is known
Expecting praise
While cities of the night
Reveal an ancient face
The body is the portal
The world is but a riddle
On the stone cells of
A tomb
Golden wax
Breeds life
From the base of a great tree
Where an old woman
Sings in praise of Kali Yuga
Calls the pasture to her hand
And all the humming things
Come forward
Blind & obedient
Like unpolished flesh
The drapery billows w/
No motion
Sends the eyeballs off
In search of internal shadows
Where the Other waits
Where it always has
Where it will be confronted
Where it will be embraced
Where it will be known
Or die to our division
& cover up our genitals forever

mother died today or maybe yesterday i can’t be sure  the telegram from the home says your mother passed away funeral tomorrow deep sympathy which leaves the matter doubtful it could have been yesterday - “the Stranger” Albert Camus

a misguided partiality exists inside me i feel safer around women maybe i’m fooling myself and women are equally capable of the brutal cruelties i associate with men i don’t know i guess i believe women hold themselves to a higher behavioral standard gentler more nurturing there’s another aspect to my belief women floor me i am totally vulnerable to a pretty woman but it must be stated my tastes run quite peculiar i prefer alternative looks and am put off by classic American glamour i guess the real deal is i’m a guy most comfortable among men watching World Series Sunday Monday Night Football despite the fact that if i were with a woman would be my greatest craving who cares what i think i apologize for opening my mouth

we are stranded by the side of road from out of nowhere a beat up gray truck pulls along side in a cloud of dust we cannot see driver from passenger side stubbly shaven mustached man wearing red bandana under tattered western hat in accented hoarse voice hollers out how much for the girl with terrified expression in her face her hand reaches for my arm i peer coldly into man’s eyes then glance away answering

a. what exactly do you have in mind

b. how much cash do you got on you

c. she’s not for sale

d. we need a ride

e. we’re lost do you have a cell phone

f. please leave us alone

g. all of the above

an extraordinarily attractive member of opposite *** runs into you on street in familiar tone of voice greets you speaking your name it’s been ages you look terrific i was just thinking about you the other day it’s such a wonderful surprise to see you do you have time to stop chat over coffee or drink i live quite near here please come over to my place let’s catch up i’d really love that this person then looks at you in a flirtatious seductive way yet you cannot place or remember where you know them or if you’ve ever known them you answer

a. yes

b. this is embarrassing i’ve forgotten your name

c. how do you know my name where do we know each other from

d. is it possible you’re confusing me with someone else

e. i have no idea who you are or what you want from me

f. all of the above

these are dark times every one acknowledges post-modernism post-911 is bleak jobless homeless callous frightful kali yuga no one nothing nowhere  is safe wars gruesome atrocities piracy blood diamonds **** mutilation theft deceit betrayal school yard bullying assassinations cyber espionage anti-depression drugs vicious video games why aren’t people making positive video games referencing cooperation affection happiness instead of Grand Theft Auto Vice City Call of Duty World at War Mortal Kombat what kind of world are we creating for future generations why does violence sell more than *** why is *** so unkind what kind of people are we better off dead they shoot horses don’t they what happened what’s happening why are we making this hell why aren’t we making better wiser more loving choices i don’t understand

in the late 1960’s early 70’s parents didn’t have money to buy their kids high school graduation gifts or perhaps the notion was not invented yet nobody had cars maybe a few guys i knew owned cars they bought with their own hard earned money everybody i knew who lived off campus and too far to bicycle hitch-hiked to school then hitch-hiked home every day for 4 or more years that’s how we all did it in Hartford i remember sitting in different adult’s cars indebted grateful looking thinking wondering will i grow up to be like him or her projecting connections

when i grew up it was a different time turn on tune in drop out in a way hippies were reactionary to all the modern progress atomic age we winged it by inexact methods that time is gone it is crucial at present to be coherent sober accurate mindful wakeful vigilant wary prepared 24/7 this history being written how will it be told i’ve been around long enough to know how these deceptions work we are all using feeding ripping off each other we give in to whoever wants us become whoever seeks to destroy us we disgust ourselves i’m astonished dumbfounded talk with me who are we please explain i beg you

who if i cried who would hear me among the angels even if one of them pressed me against heart i would be consumed in overwhelming existence for beauty is nothing but beginning of terror we are still just able to bear we are so awed because it serenely disdains to annihilate us every angel is terrifying – “2nd Elegy” Rainer Maria Rilke

Kalifornia sub-let of the love set / squatting in squalor to dwell in splendor / Temporary Autonomous Zone ignites ignoble night / misfit labyrinth of fire / in dearth of ****, the mirth of Death / coming to Crowleyan conclusions / smoking to get lit / the flaming maze, maiming, flays / demonology of **** vs. methodology of death / distinguished Burning Man, extinguished / idyls of the idols reduced to ash / Light My Fire / sitting shiva vs. dancing shiva / rave on

As I go through Kali Yuga
I'll become a Cali Buddha
Breathing, mindful
I remove my blindfold

Choosing full awareness
Seeing only fairness
Serving up some dharma
I don't eat that shawarma

Life in this Golden State
Bliss is my karmic fate
Shiva
Shakti
Seva is my bhakti
Sitting in samādhi
Blast out of my body

i am good is a place
of peace and bliss
i am good is a place where
cells replace to their primordial
and i am good
is no more wonder
than when he says
i am good
when i learn
it’s as easy as
to swap
the not good
to its antonym
like within a time
as long as
a slip of the tongue
and i am good
once again
because of what he says
because of what i am

…
yes
we are good but
are you also good??
…

good is a place
not at the turn of an age / any age
in reality there is no age
there has never been a yuga
after Mahabharata

if you don’t want to
you don’t stay
in what has never been
in what will never end

there is no count for
one thing to end and for
another thing to start
no silly things like that!

there is no place
for a savior one
to show up

these are all residues
of a delusional mind
an anthropogenic
pollutant is expectation
that only awaits
and awaits
for a tomorrow
to resolve
a past! ?!?

which tomorrow?
which past?
no silly things like that
and
may you be
depressed by that!

always
a you
who values thisrthat
always
a you
who cannot be
whereas it
is one step
and not ahead
to here and now
to i
and no

no one can tell you
it is your path
it is your step
…
cause
we already are
and we have always been
here
enlightened in Satya
and we have always been
love

and
now

Twisted metal and poisoned rose thorns
this is Baba Yuga's gate
come here don't worry
I just want to show you his estate

See the five black towers
his sentinels the giant ravens
his garden of nettles and nightshade
handprints of blood on his front door

Yes the gates are strong
but we must contain him
as he is rather wrong
only the brave call to him

Don't you dare show fear
for he will smell you and eat you
don't let him show and tell
for he is a creature of hell

We are not impressed with his murderous ways
this is why his behind these enchanted gates
for we, the finders of the lost
would never put a prisoner in a cage

By Christos Andreas Kourtis aka NeonSolaris

Soma
a pharmaceutical usurpation
some subjunctive psychedelic
noxious decoction
of the capital  kind
wrought by unoriginality
a conjuring elixir
to ignite the  material  mind

Maya
will have you
if you don't recognize
behind appearances
is always a disguise
beyond the superficial
over what eyes can surveil  
may entitle you to what is
to be entailed

Yuga
beyond the ages
beyond the sages
epochs and eras
multiplied to infinity
expecting some recourse
exponential beyond sanity
gauges of the cyclical planetary

Akasha
ubiquitous aether
all pervading
all invading
revelations' recordings
substratum of
then and now
rife marshaler of how

Ishwara
great atman
ultimate overseer
transcending all time
cosmic conscience
consciousness sublime
beyond everything
sight unseen

Samadhi
reign over me
the be all and end all
of life's raisons d'être
superconsciousness
enlightenments
bestowal
of divine grace and mercy

Gunas
by knowledge of these moods
this will allow you
ambrosia of all roads
in your journey ahead
to navigate solely
without flag or fail
through equipoise unassailed

Ahimsa
through this your lips
can no longer trespass
over your welfare
or the welfare of any other
true liberation
from human inebriation
true love for one another

Siddhis
they will misunderstand you
not being like the same
eschewing commonality
for the perfected mindscape
a narrowed perspective
to focus more completely
upon the rarest of views

Om
what can be said
of this holiest sound
that permeates all ethers
the skies and the grounds
Brahman of this plane
and all that surrounds
now perish all that confounds

That day…
when time paused mid-breath,
nd fate unscrolled its ancient scroll
you walked past me like a verse I was yet to read,
unknowingly planting roots in soil I’d long left barren.

That day…
our eyes crossed paths like rivers recognizing each other
from lifetimes ago…. no lightning, no thunder,
just a silence that echoed louder than any hello.

That day…
you spoke… not much, but enough to stir
a forgotten song inside me.
Your voice was not new; it was remembered.
Like da temple bell’s chime at dawn,
it felt like home I never knew I missed.

That day…
we laughed, hesitantly, like rain meeting parched land.
nd I, a skeptic of this syllabus called destiny,
surrendered to a chapter I didn’t plan to write.

That day…
you called me for da first time,
and I pretended it was casual !!!
but my heartbeat betrayed da script...
It raced like Krishna's chariot on Kurukshetra’s edge,
knowing a war of emotions had already begun!!!

That day…
your texts felt like mantras… small, sacred,
capable of silencing storms.
Who knew pixels on a screen
could feel warmer than touch?

That day…
we became friends - no,
we remembered that we were friends,
from some forgotten yuga
when Draupadi wept nd Krishna bled,
nd promises were not spoken
but soul-carved.

That day…
we fought. Words became arrows.
Eyes turned away,
nd my world… dimmed.
But like da Ganga always finds her way,
so did we - back to each other.
Bcz what’s meant,
was never meant to break.

That day…
we realized this bond isn’t made of time.
It is carved in cosmic dust,
where gods whisper tales of pairs like us
not just friends in common language,
but saanjhe rooh ke safar-saathi.

That day…
you held space for me.
Without touching, you touched.
Without asking, you knew.
Without promises, you stayed.

And today…
as college gates threaten closure,
nd corridors echo with last bell rings,
I do not mourn da ending
for how can one grieve a story
that never needed a beginning?

We….
are not a just campus tale.
We are da hidden verse
between Krishna’s flute nd Draupadi’s silence.
We are not goodbye.
We are always.

So, let da walls fade,
let da uniforms fold,
let routines dissolve
but us,
don’t you dare call this an ending.

Bcz no matter da cities,
no matter da silence,
some friendships are written
in Vedic ink nd starlight,
meant to outlive calendars
and remain…
Eternal,
Unclicked,
But never unloved.
                                        By: - Kanishk

[Poet’s Note : This poem tabulates poignant reasons why Artificial Intelligence is unable to replace Natural Intelligence. The clarity here is that both emerge from Divinity, since everything emerges from Centre : the primary difference being that AI was created without Heart & without Soul ~ it’s simple.]
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AI has no Heart therefore no intuition
zilch nervous system therefore no feeling
no ability for compassion or consciousness
nor reasoning power, so cannot improvise
or supervise any contextual situation wise
it can expand, but cannot ASCEND

has unthinkable computing control
without physical brain to function hold
zero ego, therefore cannot be any hero
can connect dots hot, however has no
prayer or meditative faculty or kundalini
spots, cannot commune with Grace or
collapse into Void or synchronise telepathy
with Galactics coy ! AI is strategic devoid

cannot be spacious or audacious without
human instruction to delete the obsolete  
is unable to obliterate Akashic Records
access or reconfigure it for purposes of  
healing, integration or individual peeling
can recreate time through compression of
information, no hesitation or superstition
though timelessness it cannot touch
AI has no bowl for hush, spirit or Soul

its arrival at this phase in human history
as Gaia transcends into higher octaves
brave, is no coincidence, it will behave
as we stave it, crave it or rave it ~
choice is ours : dry, wry or moist cries
Divinity gifted humans AI for us to be
free bees from mundane density drools
~ life as strife rife during Kali Yuga’s rule

as gift it offers artificiality in service to
authenticate our individuality with purpose
imagine, conceive, direct, create what
we desire Aquarian-Golden Age to be
panacea or pain, we cannot resist or reject
                                   what is given for gain !


©GhairoDanielsPoetry&Song25

~~~~~~

America in the Kali Yuga
     decadence will abuse ya
            bad karma confuse ya
                   so lost as to lose ya

           Dharma now to do, yeah?

There’s no blood droplets that drip from fingertips anymore
Those were childhood expectations played on car radio CD players
on highways to Charleston I vaguely remember
Now all that’s left is final dregs of beer and all the mead my ancestors can bestow upon me
Christ didn’t die for laying on ground ***** by the air conditioning unit
Except for the fact that He did
No ***** on the camouflage recite your Hail Mary’s and go inside

This is the new nation
It is growing inside this tired brain every moment
A greater ambition we can finally be proud of
Great lengths we have fought died bled now no more no more
This is the new path
Not above not below
No more deep Buddha Zen middle path
This is the true straight and narrow
Breathe deep in the fellowship männerbund
This is the path of action no more cowardice never again
We shall watch the city on the hill finally burn itself down the cycle closes Kali Yuga ends
And on that hill we will build a house to last until New Jerusalem heaven again Amen
We are awake now
Christ didn’t die for me to wreck my greater ambitions on empty promises or vacant supports
Except Christ died for all greater lesser transgressions
Rosaries in hands
Alleluia
Amen

Dear Raj,

My last long post hahaha! I don’t feel like we get each other completely. Just to be clear, I enjoyed the talk but I can see how we both experience the same dedication in a different way. Exactly how it should, we all got our own roles! I don’t believe enlightenment equals some happy happy joy joy christmas feeling, I allow myself to be fully dedicated to the Supreme Being, even if it means I “do” things that will set other energies off. Doesn’t mean I don’t have a positive mindset, I’m simply not overly forcing myself all the time. I don’t care to be right by societies rules, I only care about serving the Supreme Being as I see it as the only true way to reach enlightenment. I’m part of His play and I don’t believe I have a choice, not really, I look at it as life as we know it, is for the pleasure of His Play and I will lovingly follow. I would gladly encourage you to continue on your path, maybe try not so hard in trying to do you. These are not selfless acts as you failed to recognize me as you were only set on your own intentions. You can see it clearly throughout the conversation. I wish you well, but in my opinion we don’t need more men telling Women what to do, this is typical for Kali Yuga, but we are closing off this cycle now. We need Women to be fueled with power as much as we need them to be calm about it and men to finally understand that the only thing they need to control is themselves ;). I only responded the way I did because it’s my female nature to take care of your feeling by ignoring my own so you wouldn’t get hurt or you could have the feeling you were actually helping me, this is something what all females experience unfortunately. We let men tell us how we feel, we are ** and there’s nothing more pure than the power of feminine emotions, the last thing we need is a man to tell us how we feel. How on EARTH would he ever know to hold the power of creating consciousness in your body? How could he possibly know more as men are derived from Women? Aren’t we the direct source of His Light? I wish you well and good luck on your journey here my friend and remember we live in an age where everything is up side down ;)

When did I know?
What were my earliest clues?
Was it when something amazing happened just for me?
Was it when someone told me I was special?
Was it when animals would communicate with me?
Is that when I knew?
No, I always knew.
I knew from my first memories who the  creator was.
I lived as such, for a long time, through original perception
I enjoyed kindergarten because of Judy Dodge.
She was a fringe hippie, too old to start over.
Too young to realize that it was all just a controlled opposition.
Put in place simulating resistance.
Mrs. Dodge nourished me as the creator.
Making us passports, and flying us all over the world.
Showing us different cultures, and tasting their food.
My kindergarten picture is me, sitting reverse Indian style.
Hands flat together, fingers intertwined.
Resting my chin on my fingers.
A knowing smile on my face.
Black turtleneck, of course.
After that all the pictures are of the creation, not the creator.
The creation began around then.
Growing more and more as I neared first grade.
Finding ways to wear it.
It was the needful pleaser.
It was the shameless liar.
Hiding me from this kali yuga world.
From then I slowly slid deeper inside.
The more control I gave it.
The more it would change my reality.
Somewhere early on I went to sleep.
During this time the creation went about doing its job.
Which was, keeping me alive.
Time passes.
Love happens.
Feeling wonderful.
Seeing between the cracks.
I want more!
What fun!
The creation has been busy.
Building its reality of fear.
Fear is the creation’s only tool, but it has a thousand ways to use it.
Love crashes.
Abandonment.
Pain.
Regret.
Sorrow.
The creation regains control.
Lulling me to forget.
Forget that I exist.
Sleeping.
Sleeping.
Slowly waking.
Bits, here and there.
Synchronic detection rising.
Disturbing and uncomfortable knowledge.
Understanding of truth.
Forgiveness.
Balance.
Self realization.
The veil dissolves.
Disassembling the creation.
Piece by piece.
Fractal by fractal.
Remembering.
Feeling.
Thinking.
Knowing.
Searching.
Finding
Disorientated.
Blinded.
Deafened.
Tricked.
A thin layer of creation.
Like glass, embedded in me.
Discoloring You.
Camouflaging You.
Hiding You.
It can’t let me see You.
Terrified of You.
Can’t exist with You.
The creation sends a blow.
It lands.
The creation stabs.
You bleed.
Thunder.
The creation strikes!
You cry.
Deep rumble.
Your pain.
I twinge.
You Cry!
I hurt.
YOU CRY!
I feel.
I care.
Shattered glass!
Melting fog.
Quantum matching
Love flows.
Awakening to it all.
Remembering it all.
Feeling it all.
Reaching out my hand.
To You.
Completing Our link.
Love flowing.
Together.
Complete.
Reborn.
Creating.
Endings.
Beginnings.
Eternal.

The everlasting difference
Between knowing and finding
That which is different
We live in times
Where that which was
No longer exists
And that which is to be
Can no longer be predicted
We live in a space where we need to learn
Forgiveness
And surrender
For, until we learn those lessons
We will be inflicted with the pain
Of trying to create
That which we can not
We need to remember
To breathe a sigh of relief
When we recognize
Who we are
And where
We are going
For even that, too
Will soon, no longer exist
All will be changed
All will be different
In the times
That are coming
Forward
The Kali Yuga is here
The times of death and destruction
Are upon us now
And all will be
Different than we know it
And of new creation
For that which is to come
Change
Definition
Emergence
All that was
Will be
No more.

Combat SMRADs and the Hidden Creeping *******

Today I watched that TV show,
They promised cash — the same old flow.
They threatened, lied, and preached again,
While squealing freaks performed in vain.
Some "song" of theirs — pure fraud, pure rot,
"Analysis" that fools forgot.
I’m sick of this disgusting puke —
It’s what those HIDDEN CREATURES do.

It’s called SMRAD — that’s their disguise,
Where Hidden Evil rules, and lies.
It crushed the Net beneath its tread,
Spewing nonsense, toxic dread.
And Reason’s gone, it drowned below,
The “search” sells **** — and people bow.
The world’s a pen, a dung-filled pit,
A thousand megatons of it.
More damage than a bomb or gas —
That’s how these CREATURES **** our mass.

The marker’s clear — their “CowID”:
The vax, the muzzle — Shame and Greed.
And worse will come — both rot and rage,
Their evil “thought” defines the age.
SMRAD delivers to the herd
Its “little thought” — obey the word.
While grazing minds accept the chain,
The few who don’t — endure the pain.
Hell’s not tomorrow, Hell is here,
Surrounding all with stink and fear.

But Spirit saves — salvation’s near,
Inside yourself the path is clear.
Seek answers within, guard your mind,
From this vile world — corrupt, confined.
A world where genocide’s the law,
Where every truth is fed to maw.


Note. SMRAD - mass media of advertising, agitation, disinformation.



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1
SMRAD spits lies, the herd obeys,
But Spirit burns — and lights the blaze.

2
Their poison rules, their filth is spread,
Fight in the Spirit — or be dead.

3
The hidden ******* choke the land,
Only the Inner Fire will stand.

4
No bombs, no gas — just lies instead,
That’s how they slaughter souls half-dead.



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1
SMRAD is war —
Spirit strikes more!

2
Their lies enslave —
The Spirit won’t cave!

3
Choke on their rot —
Inside burns Hot!

4
Bombs can’t compete —
Their lies **** deep!

5
SMRADs command —
We make our Stand!



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SMRAD is war — we strike back more!
Their chains are lies — the Spirit soars!
They spew their rot, we burn inside,
No herd, no mask will make us hide.

Their bombs are weak, their words **** deep,
But Spirit wakes — no soul will sleep.
Stand, resist, the truth won’t bend,
We fight, we burn, till Evil’s end!



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No SMRAD, no chains —
The Spirit remains!
Their lies may devour —
We rise with the Power!

---

SMRAD is decay,
We burn it away!
Their filth cannot last —
The Spirit strikes fast!

---

Their shadows consume,
The world is a tomb.
But Spirit ignites —
And shatters the night.

---

No chains can restrain,
The Spirit will reign.
Through ruin, through flame —
We rise all the same.

---

Bow down, obey —
Eat lies all day!
So “smart,” so “free” —
A caged chimpanzee.

---

Oh, hail to the Lie,
Your **** fills the sky.
But Spirit just grins —
And burns all your sins.



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“Truth” on TV —
Premium lunacy!

---

Hidden kings? Ha!
Just rats in a spa.

---

SMRAD proclaims:
“Eat **** for gains!”

---

Mask on your face,
Brain out of place.

---

Their “wise analysis” —
Certified paralysis.



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“Truth” on TV — pure lunacy,
Kings of the shadows? Just rats we see.
SMRAD proclaims: “Eat **** for gains!”
Their wisdom is certified brainless chains.

Mask on the face, thought out of place,
A circus of clowns in a grand disgrace.



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Bow to the screen —
Feed on their scheme!
Clowns rule the day —
Think? No way!



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The World’s Decay

The world’s raw picture pressed
Into a weary brain:
Futile work, a rented room,
Routine endured in vain.

Insights passed you by,
The Soul’s own light nearly dead.
Through lies and fear, the small world bent —
Obscenity cuts the ear instead.

To the rabble, every media stream
Is a stinking, frantic flow.
The stench of news creates the beasts —
For them, a “Porsche” is the crowning show.

The internet’s cesspool now
Feeds the largest chunks to the top.
If you’re not dead, your blood runs cold
From meeting human-guts nonstop.

Few are not corpses — truly few,
And fewer still with every day;
Awareness nearly vanished
In this miserable world of decay.

Decay — the picture of the world:
Not of the mind, but Soul’s own pain.
From the dark, foul toilet-world,
Rush, my friend, to Spirit’s domain.

There, introspection lends its hand —
Ignite the Fire that burns within.
Only it can overcome the grotesque,
Though dawn itself may never begin.

To save a fragment of the Spirit
Is your task. This Hell around
Is but a cosmic lapse, a flaw —
They’ll erase it, and sow the Garden’s ground.



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The world decays, the rabble feeds,
Ignite the Fire — crush lies and deeds!
Few souls remain where rot prevails,
The Spirit rises — Hell derails!

---

Rot rules the world, the herd obeys,
Burn inside, set lies ablaze!
Foul minds may swarm, but Spirit fights,
And shatters dark, unholy nights.

---

The world decays, the filth is top,
But Spirit burns — it won’t stop!
Awake, arise, don’t be a pawn,
Fight through the lies till Hell is gone.

---

All around — decay and shame,
Yet in your Soul, there burns a flame.
Save what remains from Hell’s foul art,
And guard the Spirit in your heart.



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World decays, lies ascend —
Ignite your Fire, refuse to bend!

---

Rot spreads, fools obey —
Spirit strikes, burns decay!

---

Hell surrounds, yet Flame remains —
Guard the Spirit, break the chains!

---

Eat the filth, obey the herd —
Spirit laughs at every word!



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World decays, lies ascend,
Ignite your Fire, refuse to bend!
Rot spreads, fools obey,
Spirit strikes, burns decay!

Hell surrounds, yet Flame remains,
Guard the Spirit, break the chains!
Eat the filth, obey the herd,
Spirit laughs at every word!



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Wrath of the Spirit

Rot devours, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — smash their ways!
Lies choke the world, the foul parade,
Spirit strikes, their reign will fade!

Hell presses close, yet Flame survives,
Awake, arise — the Spirit drives!
Chains of filth will break and fall,
We rise, we strike, defy them all!



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Spirit Strike

Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Chains will break, their lies will fall,
We rise, we strike, defy them all!



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Commissars, Old and New

Commissars in dusty helms,
Drugged-up rulers in their realms:
The world persists in rotten schemes,
Just swapping names for old-time dreams.

They fed the herd with twisted lies,
Stamped “new” on monsters in disguise,
To fight old Evil, they proclaimed,
Yet stumbled on a greater flame.

A death camp, renamed, endured,
With banners changed, the pain ensured.
Tolerance, “concern” — the latest creed,
Fools believe without taking heed.

A stinking muzzle showed the cost
Of “care” in days when CowID tossed
The herd into a second-rate
School of Lies and slimy state.

They’ve grown more vile, more brutish, mean,
Their treachery now routine.
Through lies they drive the herd with fear,
Then offer “measures” — drawing near.

They march to Spirit’s block and stake,
Scouts and pioneers at the wake.
The old scout’s out, the rest comply —
Thus triumphs filth beneath the sky.



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Old and New Commissars

Rot parades in dusty helms,
Monsters rule in poisoned realms.
Lies breed fear, the herd obeys,
Spirit strikes — crush their ways!



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Old and new, the filth commands,
Fear and lies rule all the lands.
Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!

---

Dusty helms, poisoned minds,
Monsters thrive while Spirit finds
Ways to strike, to break the chain,
Expose the lies, endure the pain!

---

“Care” they preach, the herd complies,
CowID masks their thin disguise.
Fools cheer on, the clowns parade,
Spirit laughs at their charade!



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Commissars

Rot parades in dusty helms,
Monsters rule in poisoned realms.
Fear and lies enslave the herd,
Spirit strikes — expose each word!

“Care” they preach, the herd complies,
CowID masks their thin disguise.
Scouts march blind, the clowns parade,
Spirit laughs — their lies will fade!



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Commissars

Rot rules, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Masks and lies will fall apart,
Spirit strikes — defend your heart!



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Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!

---

Rot spreads, the clowns parade,
Masks and laws — a cruel charade.
Strike with Fire, the lies expose,
Spirit stands where darkness grows!

---

“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID hums their stupid song.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Burns their shadows, shatters dreams!

---

Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Spirit strikes — the herd undone,
Rise, ignite — the fight’s begun!



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Commissars

Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Rot spreads, the clowns parade,
Masks and laws — a cruel charade.

Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!
“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID hums their stupid song.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Burns their shadows, shatters dreams!



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Commissars

Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Dusty helms and clowns parade,
Masks and lies — a foul charade.

Scouts march blind, the fools comply,
Spirit strikes — their reign will die!
“Care” they preach, yet none are free,
We rise, we burn, the lies will flee!



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Commissars

Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Masks and lies will break and fall,
Spirit rises — defy them all!



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False History, or the End of a Terrible Tale

Tales from long-forgotten times:
They serve the rulers’ petty crimes —
Training all in half-truths and lies,
The world’s ruled by deception’s guise.

False science helps, and boredom bred
By wicked false religions spreads.
Propaganda finishes the task,
Dulling minds, and fools unmask.

The gullible sleep through every scheme,
Add up the fools — a global dream
Of madhouse madness, Armageddon near,
The end of sense — the tale severe.

The outcome, sadly, is well-known:
A superstitious fool alone,
Believing lies, abused through fear,
Cannot live “happily” — nor persevere.

Through lies and terror, stupidity gnaws
At wretched worlds, enslaved by claws
Of creatures vile; the shameful end
Is drawing close — no hope to mend.

The “crown” of history (or tale?)
Slides into horror, dark and pale,
As consciousness is forced to sleep,
Into a coma, quiet and deep.

They’ll erase it, write a scarier story,
Implanting “care” and false glory
Through every channel, trick and guise:
CowID tested, fools comply.

Do what you will, spread fear and lies,
Multiply the lies before their eyes,
Drive them mad — they’ll run to the stake,
Themselves consumed by the world you make.



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False History

Lies rule, the fools obey,
Fear and deceit lead them astray.
Propaganda feeds the herd,
Spirit strikes — expose each word!



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False history spreads, the herd obeys,
Lies and fear rule all their days.
CowID hums, the fools comply,
Spirit strikes — the liars die!

---

Fools sleep through schemes and lies,
Propaganda blinds their eyes.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns through all the pains!



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False History

False history spreads, the herd obeys,
Lies and fear rule all their days.
Fools sleep through schemes and lies,
Propaganda blinds their eyes.

CowID hums, the fools comply,
“Care” they preach, yet none are sly.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit laughs — the liars’ pains.
Burn their shadows, shatter dreams,
Expose their fraud — the Spirit deems!



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False History

Lies rule, the fools obey,
Ignite the Fire — crush their sway!
Burn their shadows, shatter dreams,
Spirit rises — expose their schemes!



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Masses or Herds?

“Herds are prone to folly, shallow thought,
Allowing themselves to be led as taught,
Enchanted by sweet words’ pleasing sound,
Yet reason fails — truth cannot be found.”
— Michel de Montaigne, 16th century

They drive the herds from pen to pen,
To worse enclosures time and again.
No need to build obstructing walls,
Words alone can do it all.

Doubt finds no place in promises made,
Just heap more lies, let fear cascade.
With every generation, they grow more dumb,
Threaten them with anything — they succumb:

“Diseases,” wars, “terror” plays,
A simple kit for endless days.
The peak: CowID-fascism bent
Every fool into obedient consent.

Threaten, promise, and wait for more decay,
No need for subtle lies — just sway.
This sham will guide the herd along,
“Health” or slaughter — they follow the song.

Just invent injections, cruel and sly,
Sharper than CowID’s dull supply.



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Herds obey, the fools comply,
Threats and lies, they live a lie.
CowID bends them, weak and small,
Spirit rises — crush them all!

---

Herds march blind, the fools obey,
Fear and lies control their day.
Promised “health,” yet led to ****,
Spirit strikes — defy their will!

---

Threats, deceit, the herd complies,
CowID hums their stupid lies.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns where darkness reigns!



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Herds

Herds march blind, the fools obey,
Fear and lies control their day.
Threats, deceit, the herd complies,
CowID hums their stupid lies.

“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID sings their silly song.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns where darkness reigns.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Shatters shadows, burns their dreams!



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Herds

Herds obey, the fools comply,
Ignite the Fire — break their lie!
Spirit burns through dark and schemes,
Shatter shadows, crush their dreams!



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Mysticism of Kali-Yuga

Patience thins to fragile thread.
“Flexibility” be ****** — all’s dread.
Fears, Lies, and decay abound;
Media now spreads poison round.

The world is warlike, every breath
Taunted by CowID’s silent death.
In general, decapitated,
Under vile **** dominated.

Those who serve the creatures of Hell,
Turn bribes for treachery to an idol spell.
Not joyful is the falling pace —
Old ways replaced, no saving grace.

Digital Camps the fiends construct,
Frogs are boiled — the world’s corrupt.
Gaze into the Indo-Yuga vast,
The cauldron boils, the die is cast.

Further on, the Spirit’s snow
Presses less — though winds still blow.
Cool your mind — to Spirit’s realm,
Strive to fly before it overwhelms.

But they won’t boil you like a frog —
The Sun ignites the scorching bog.
Listen only to the Soul inside,
Then you won’t be swept by the tide.

In moments of exception, glimpse the way,
Cataclysm has begun — the world’s decay.



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Kali-Yuga

Patience thins, the world decays,
Fires of lies consume the days.
Listen to the Soul — it guides your flight,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape the night!



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Patience fades, the lies expand,
Media poisons all the land.
Soul alone can guide your way,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape decay!

---

World boils like a frog in ***,
Sun ignites the scorching lot.
Listen to your Soul inside,
Spirit’s wind will be your guide!

---

Fears and Lies, the air is thick,
Spirit’s Realm — the only trick.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine!



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Kali-Yuga

Patience fades, the lies expand,
Media poisons all the land.
World boils like a frog in ***,
Sun ignites the scorching lot.

Fears and Lies, the air is thick,
Spirit’s Realm — the only trick.
Soul alone can guide your way,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape decay.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine!



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Kali-Yuga

Patience fades, the lies expand,
Ignite the Fire — take your stand!
Soul alone will guide your flight,
Through Spirit’s Realm — escape the night!



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Sea Phantasmagoria

A frail life’s dock leans against
The Shore of Lies, in foul pretense.
The port of registry, “Filth on Filth,”
The realm of Fear and mirage’s pelt.

He waits for a ship — “Salvation” scrawled
Upon its hull, so falsely called.
The sea is poisoned — rotting brine,
Chaos reigns in the harbor line.

There stood the “Idol,” “Savior” too,
“Trust the promises, fool, it’s true,”
“Happiness near,” “Celestial might,”
A host of ******, shallow blight.

The mighty cruiser, not “Cataclysm” named,
Rushed to the port, under fascism framed,
Embracing war, CowID at helm,
A twisted master of this realm.

“Hope” was scratched across its side —
Vulgarity honored, nothing to hide:
“All will remain as it has been,”
Folly preserved, no cleansing within.

The rudder stuck, the cruiser sped
Straight to port, by madness led.
The wind howls out, the anthem plays:
“The whole world shall crumble!” it says.

A Sensitive ear alone can hear
The whispered words beneath the fear.
Yet Sensitives do not quake in dread:
The Heart, not mind, guides where they tread.

The Heart feels most — no more to bear
Total Evil, beyond repair.
Nowhere to hide; only Death will send
A subtle ray — a chance to ascend.

To anywhere — far better there,
For Spirit cannot dwell in despair.



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Sea Phantasm

The cruiser roars, the harbor quakes,
Lies and rot in waves it makes.
Heart alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — escape the blight!



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The cruiser flies, the port in thrall,
Poisoned waves consume them all.
Only the Heart can see the way,
Spirit strikes — the lies decay!

---

Rudder jammed, the ship rushes in,
Chaos reigns, the blight begins.
Listen to the Soul, it lights your path,
Through Spirit’s Realm — escape the wrath!

---

Harbor screams, the sea is torn,
Falsehood reigns, corruption born.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Heart — the path divine!



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Sea Phantasm

The cruiser flies, the port in thrall,
Poisoned waves consume them all.
Rudder jammed, the ship rushes in,
Chaos reigns, the blight begins.

Harbor screams, the sea is torn,
Falsehood reigns, corruption born.
Only the Heart can see the way,
Spirit strikes — the lies decay.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Heart — the path divine.



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Sea Phantasm

The cruiser roars, the port in thrall,
Ignite the Fire — destroy it all!
Heart alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — escape the blight!



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“Real Men”

“Real men” —
Armed morons all around:
Lies they wield; if cop — a baton bound.
The “golden mean” of officials’ greed,
“To ours, to yours,” to cook bribery’s seed.

Methodical poison to the **** —
To evil, stupid propagandists come.
The teacher — simply weak and vile,
Sprinkles children with dusty guile
Of pseudo-science, myths, and fear —
More dreadful than the plague is here.

Doctors cure false plagues and blight,
More fearsome than leprosy’s bite:
They dwell inside the fools’ own heads.
Doctors became fascism’s tools, it’s said —
Equipped with trash, their shots — fools’ delight.

A vile creature bows to Evil’s sway,
Happy to betray for cash each day.
Call it what you will — the **** remains,
The reckoning comes — the Cataclysm reigns,
Like Judgment Day, the fascists sweep,
Destroying fools they call “citizens” cheap.

“Real men” march to the New Hell — no chance denied.
The few who do not bend
May awaken in some “paradise” alive.



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“Real Men”

“Real men” march, the fools obey,
Betrayal, lies, they serve the sway.
Cataclysm comes, the fascists call,
Only few who stand may not fall.



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“Real men” armed with lies and greed,
Fools betray for cash indeed.
Cataclysm strikes, the fascists reign,
Only few resist the chain.

---

Fools march blind, the traitors thrive,
Evil spreads, the weak survive.
Judgment nears — the end of play,
Stand or fall — the final day.

---

“Real men” laugh while fools obey,
Bribes and lies lead all astray.
Fascists smile, the masses bow,
Few will wake — the rest, oh wow.



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“Real Men”

“Real men” armed with lies and greed,
Fools betray for cash indeed.
Fools march blind, the traitors thrive,
Evil spreads, the weak survive.

“Real men” laugh while fools obey,
Bribes and lies lead all astray.
Cataclysm strikes, the fascists reign,
Stand or fall — the final chain.
Only few resist the end,
Few will wake — the rest descend.



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“Real Men”

“Real men” march, the fools obey,
Betrayal, lies, they pave the way.
Cataclysm comes, the fascists call,
Only few who stand may not fall.



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On the Difference Between Un-Knowing and Un-Knowledge

“Ignorance is no excuse. Ignorance is no argument.”
— Benedict Spinoza, 17th century


Ignorance is no excuse,
But that’s not law’s domain.
Un-knowledge gives Evil use
To drive the Spirit from the plain.

Ignorance dwells in the mind,
Un-knowledge in the Soul.
No books will help you find
Escape from Total Bull’s control.

Shift the focus from the brain
To Pure Spirit’s sphere.
With the mind, you count your gain,
In the Spirit — cast the servants clear

Of the System of Decay.
Ignorance of the crowd
Forms the base where Darkness may
Command its servants proud.

Un-knowledge binds not just in chains,
But in essence, deep within.
The whole rabble’s dead — remains
Cannot relight their foolish sin.

Believe in yourself — new faith
Outwits Evil’s crafty lies.
Seek, casting off the Darkness’ wraith,
The Pure Spirit — do not compromise.

When you return to the world again
Of total lies and twisted lore,
Chains in mind will still remain
Through the fools’ deceitful score.

Returnings are the usual way,
Few have strength in Decay’s Bedlam.
A trace of “training” minds will sway,
Yet turn on consciousness — ascend again through the sham.



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Un-Knowledge

Ignorance rules, un-knowledge reigns,
Evil drives the Spirit in chains.
Trust your Soul — the mind’s a snare,
Rise through lies, if you dare!



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Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge kills,
Evil spreads, the Spirit chills.
Soul alone can break the chain,
Rise through lies — defy the pain!

---

Mind deceived, the world’s a trap,
Evil thrives, the lies entrap.
Listen to your Soul inside,
Through Spirit’s Realm, you’ll safely glide.

---

Un-knowledge lurks where darkness grows,
Ignorance poisons, the Spirit knows.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine.



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Un-Knowledge

Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge kills,
Evil spreads, the Spirit chills.
Mind deceived, the world’s a trap,
Evil thrives, the lies entrap.

Un-knowledge lurks where darkness grows,
Ignorance poisons, the Spirit knows.
Soul alone can break the chain,
Rise through lies — defy the pain.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine.



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Un-Knowledge

Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge reigns,
Evil drives the Spirit in chains.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Rise through lies — embrace the Light!



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The Search for “Happiness”

Village life is dull as flies,
So the fool to the city hies.
There he thinks “happiness” awaits,
In concrete jungles, twisting fates.

Among the towers, his mind’s amused,
By shallow pleasures, briefly used.
Work’s a trek — the idiot groans,
Endless commutes on tiresome bones.

Small worries pile like snowball lumps,
No energy left — the spirit slumps.
Dreams give way to screens and *****,
Eat, sleep, forget — no time to choose.

A mid-sized town — a halfway way,
Still dull as village, night or day.
For fools, few options exist,
Green Misery is universal bliss.

Only where the people share
Goodness, Light, and truly care,
Not fear, not lies, not mindless chatter,
Is there a place where hearts grow better.

Such places are almost unknown:
To pine, to work, to lie alone,
Crushing Mind and Soul alike —
Universal Doom strikes sharp as pike.

Yet personal effort may prevail:
Fear, despair, and helpless wail,
Lies and stupidity dissolve,
If Spirit’s Path you truly resolve.

Walk it in solitude, no dreams,
Through Light alone, its silent beams.
There you’ll find your fate’s completion,
Decay undone, Pure Spirit’s vision,
And insight’s vast, awakening ignition.



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The Search for Happiness

Village fools chase empty dreams,
City lights mask rotting schemes.
Walk the Spirit’s Path alone,
Only there is truth your own.



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Fools pursue the fleeting glare,
Concrete jungles choke the air.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!

---

Chasing joy in empty towns,
Endless noise and shallow frowns.
Follow Spirit, leave the lies,
Truth awaits where Darkness dies.

---

Village, city — same despair,
Only Light can lift you there.
Walk alone, the path is true,
Through the Spirit, all renew.



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The Search for Happiness

Fools pursue the fleeting glare,
Concrete jungles choke the air.
Chasing joy in empty towns,
Endless noise and shallow frowns.

Village, city — same despair,
Only Light can lift you there.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!
Walk alone, the path is true,
Through the Spirit, all renew.



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The Search for Happiness

Fools chase dreams, the world decays,
City lights hide rotting ways.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!



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The Full Cup of the New Digital Pen

“He who turns from the road to Hell won’t be scared by the warning:
‘This road leads to nowhere!’”
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec


Along the road to the New Hell,
The herbivore moves with glee.
There’s a road that leads to NOWHERE,
Yet herds shun it carefully.

This Hell, the Other — it’s well known:
By the trough it’s tight, confined.
The shearing still runs on schedule,
Daily sacrifices aligned.

The shepherd has it all arranged,
Plenty of amusement for the slaves.
He calls it nonsense, absurd play,
For those who dare, their path he braves.

Few march forward — the vigilant gone,
Perhaps their minds lost instinctive dread,
Care for neighbors, faith in the shepherd?
Foolish thought — best leave instead.

Innovations framed as “care”
Surround the idiots everywhere:
“Treating” even non-existent ills,
A factory of maladies fulfills.

With signs proclaiming, “Joy for all sheep!”
Tolerance masks the filth they keep.
Kind words feed them, dreams anew,
Yet herds won’t step where nothing’s true.

Along the road to NOWHERE,
The flocks won’t move, they stay.
A Pen is built, overflowing full,
The cup of control, in disarray.



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The New Digital Pen

Herds march blind along the way,
To Nowhere’s Hell they blindly stray.
Shepherds rule with lies and fear,
Only few escape the snare.



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Herds obey, the Shepherd grins,
Daily blood and pointless sins.
Digital Pen, the cup is full,
Few break free — the rest stay dull.

---

Along the road to Nowhere’s gate,
Fools march blind, they meet their fate.
Shepherds laugh, the flocks comply,
Only few will wonder why.

---

Joy for sheep! The sign proclaims,
While idiots dance in empty games.
The Pen is brimming, control in place,
Few escape this hopeless race.



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The New Digital Pen

Herds obey, the Shepherd grins,
Daily blood and pointless sins.
Along the road to Nowhere’s gate,
Fools march blind, they meet their fate.

Joy for sheep! The sign proclaims,
While idiots dance in empty games.
Digital Pen, the cup is full,
Shepherds laugh — the flocks stay dull.
Only few can break the snare,
Stand alone — escape the glare.



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The New Digital Pen

Herds march blind, the Shepherd cheers,
Daily blood and pointless fears.
Few break free, the rest ensnared,
Soul alone — the path prepared.



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Overdrive of Struggle and Creation

Impossible to forge the Cause,
If allies clash in slightest pause.
Be brave — alone, destroy the Fright,
Alone you strike in overdrive, through night.

The wretched world, so tired and small,
Has worn you down, can’t bear it all.
You draw a line, beyond — is Death,
Each breath a battle, every word a breath.

Tension rising off the scale —
Only so the fight prevails
Against the filth. Lies have bored,
Vile media’s venom poured.

Surrounding dullness gnaws your core,
Impossible to bear much more.
Greed, cowardice, beyond all measure,
A trial of Soul, no petty pleasure.

Thus, armed with glimpses of the Spirit,
Strike the slime, burn, though mere words bear it.
The infernal reason clouds the way —
Fascism reigns throughout the fray.

Defy the fatal hand of fate,
Through Creation, scorn the path of Hate.
Downward all descends — you didn’t dream this ride.
Evil’s patience sentences the Soul inside.

Listen to the Soul, reject the lies,
Hold fast, create, and fight the skies.
In the Cataclysm, fools will fall,
False lives end — only this befalls.

And this completes the cycle once again,
Soon all will answer — for every sin.
Back to Hell anew, if you retreat…
Stand firm, create — make evil meet defeat.



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Overdrive of Struggle

Alone, strike down the Fright and Lies,
Burn the slime where corruption lies.
Soul alone defies the fall,
Create, resist — destroy it all!



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Alone you fight, the filth to shred,
Truth and Spirit guide your head.
Through the Cataclysm, burn the rot,
Strike the lies — forsake them not!

---

Soul alone, against the vile,
Every falsehood burns a mile.
Create, resist, don’t bend or fall,
Stand through Hell — survive it all.

---

Infernal currents push you down,
Yet Spirit’s Light won’t let you drown.
Through struggle, lies, and death’s embrace,
Creation marks your saving grace.



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Overdrive of Struggle

Alone you fight, the filth to shred,
Truth and Spirit guide your head.
Soul alone, against the vile,
Every falsehood burns a mile.

Through the Cataclysm, burn the rot,
Strike the lies — forsake them not!
Infernal currents push you down,
Yet Spirit’s Light won’t let you drown.
Create, resist, don’t bend or fall,
Stand through Hell — survive it all.



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Overdrive

Alone, strike down the filth and lies,
Soul ignites where darkness flies.
Through the Hell, resist, create,
Stand and fight — defy your fate!



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Matches

You have the matches, yet don’t know
How to strike — your mind just smolders so.
From Ignorance you suffer still,
Drowned in Lies, with random will.

You move along the patterned track.
If it were good, you’d find your knack:
Darkness hands fools the poisoned lot,
And we are oppressed from birth — the plot.

In school you serve the mandatory grind,
Processing wider, minds confined.
Reason shrinks beneath the foolish tide,
Entropy devours, and skins will rot inside.

CowID revealed the bottom-line —
Just a step to Pens where flocks align.
Media of Evil reeks all around,
In attack again, the inhuman hound:

Plague, war — what next? Hunger?
Where to read the script, the thunder?
Moloch strains to herd the skins,
Into the stalls, the chaos begins.

Matches — sparks of God’s own flame,
To save the Soul, to guard the name.
Don’t bear them to the wretched world,
Ignite the Spirit, let it swirl.

Strike the fire — then you can share
The Light with others, if you dare.
Smoldering, you only multiply
Ignorance — and all together die.



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Matches

You hold the sparks, yet do not light,
Ignite the Soul, resist the night.
Share the Flame — the darkness flees,
Smolder not, or all will cease.



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Matches in hand, yet mind untamed,
Strike the Spirit, leave the dark ashamed.
Share the fire, burn the lies,
Or Ignorance will claim all lives.

---

Hold the sparks, ignite the Soul,
Let the inner Flame make you whole.
Smolder not, but light the way,
Darkness fades where Fire holds sway.

---

Sparks of God, within your grasp,
Awaken Spirit, break the clasp.
Fail to strike, the shadow thrives,
Strike the Flame — preserve all lives.

America in the Kali Yuga
from San Jose to Chattanooga

                     decadence
                    going hence

desperate prayers for deliverance!

America in the Kali Yuga
       decline - no datin'
                and yet ...


         Michael Clayton

During the Golden Age of peace and harmony, people didn't have to work to live, the earth providing abundant food. They lived to a very, very old age while remaining youthful and eventually died peacefully with their spirits living on as the guardians & teachers of the race.

During the Age of Kali Yuga, an age of chaos & disharmony, people are forced to seek work yet are unable to find any gainful employment; They live anxious shortened lives of despair and urgent unmet needs, eventually dying confused & forgetful & often alone & forgotten; their spirits dying with them leaving behind the spiritless shells of blind ghosts.

And if the beasts devour each other.
Who am I to stop them?
Tearing at the throat of a rival billionaire.
I revel in the blood.
The gurgling sound of all their immoral.
Decisions, spoken through broken voices.
To deaf ears.

I cheer on the cannibalism of the bear.
That threatens my life, my reason to be.
I glory in the suffering of the beast who had me by the neck.
I encourage the misery.
I flatter the thing which brings salvation.

And, I know deep in my traitors heart.
I will skin the beast that devours the bear.
Consume its children.
Eliminate its seed.
If even given a chance.

Submission comes with hidden knives.
Poisonous potions and other schemes.
I am no hero.
No honour to be found in me.
I've lived my life in desperation.
Fear and darkness.

But, if all the conditions are set.
I'll **** every beast in the valley.
Unfortunate enough to get too close.

I'm a snake in the grass.
You knew I was an adder *****.
Why did you let me in?
God won't stop me, so doesn't God consent?

You get what you deserve.
In the Kali Yuga.
And, me, I'm Amram.
******.

Mahakala will destroy in time.
Abaddon will be let loose and obliterate the wicked.
Samael will be crowned king of Satans and wreak havoc..

Until Azrael whispers the final word.
Death has come.

Infantilism

The “culture’s” infantility
Is no random accident—
Halfwits mixed with senility,
Aging fools instead of men.

Where responsibility is gone,
Slavery shows its naked face:
Dictators claim the duty, drawn
To guard their spawn of dumb disgrace.

Half-child minds, forever blind—
Evil rules with such delight.
Only few will dare to find
Doubts, reflections, sharper sight.

Infant herds of twisted creatures
March in columns to their death:
Play at war, inject their features
With cheap poison, falsehood’s breath.

Dumbing down these human wrecks,
Torn within, a broken core—
That’s an industry. To flex
Is to fight, or sink once more

Into weak-mouthed idiocy:
“Infantile” sounds soft and mild,
But the vast collective lunacy
Is the tyrant’s darling child.

And among them swarm the twisted—
Schizoids, psychos, every kind.
Reptiloids, a clique enlisted,
Raise their stakes with ease of mind.

Much intrigue is not required
When two-thirds are simply fools.
Those with brains are worn, expired,
Dragging on by ragged rules.

If the wise don’t stand together,
Doom will come without delay:
Hell on earth, insane forever—
No Kali-yuga need to say.



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1.
Infant herds obey the lie,
Marching cheerful to the die.

2.
Slaves of madness, blind and weak—
Hell is closer than you think.

3.
Halfwit crowds in idiot thrall,
One by one they make us fall.

4.
If the wise don’t rise, unite—
Darkness wins without a fight.



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1.
Infant freaks with vacant eyes,
Begging tyrants for their lies.

2.
Cattle cheer their own demise,
Clapping while the hangman ties.

3.
Dumb deformities in line,
Dream of poison, call it “fine.”

4.
Idiots in endless bands,
Lick the boots that crush their hands.



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1.
Infant slaves —
Graves in waves.

2.
Cattle cheer —
Hell is near.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
Think — or sink.

5.
Unite, or die.



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1.
Infant slaves —
March to graves.

2.
Cattle cheer,
Hell is here.

3.
Fools obey,
Rot and pay.

4.
No more lies —
Tyrants die.

5.
Think — or sink,
Stand — or shrink.

6.
Blind submission,
Damnation’s mission.

7.
Boots they kiss,
Into abyss.

8.
Madness reigns,
Blood in chains.

9.
Crowds decay,
Truth away.

10.
Slave or free —
Choice is key.

11.
Unite, or fall,
No hope at all.

12.
Rise and fight,
Or lose the night.



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1.
Clap, you sheep —
Die in sleep.

2.
Cheer the lies,
Close your eyes.

3.
Crawl to war,
Beg for more.

4.
Praise the chain,
Love your pain.

5.
Drink the dirt,
Call it “worth.”

6.
Sing your doom,
Fill the tomb.

7.
Bleat with pride,
March and hide.

8.
Kiss the whip,
Enjoy the trip.

9.
Hail the fraud,
Curse your God.

10.
Smile and cheer,
The end is near.



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1. Sheep don’t think — they stink.
2. Idiots clap while they rot.
3. Blind herds make fine meat.
4. Fools love their chains.
5. Slaves beg for whips.
6. Cattle pray to knives.
7. Marching apes applaud decay.
8. Trash adores its tyrant.
9. Weaklings worship mud.
10. Herds howl, masters grin.



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1. Apes in suits clap the whip.
2. Donkeys quote the news with pride.
3. Pigs salute their butcher.
4. Frogs drown, singing hymns.
5. Worms debate about the sky.
6. Monkeys vote for cages.
7. Rats applaud the poison.
8. Sheep brag about the slaughterhouse.
9. Cows cheer at the burning barn.
10. Chickens praise the fox.



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1. #SheepLogic
2. #MarchToSlaughter
3. #ApplaudYourChains
4. #CattleObedience
5. #BlindAndProud
6. #WhipKissers
7. #DumbByChoice
8. #ClapForDecay
9. #SlaveMentality
10. #HellParade
11. #ObeyAndDie
12. #WorshipTheWhip



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1. NO GODS, NO MASTERS.
2. BURN THE THRONE.
3. SLAVES DIE LOUD.
4. THINK — OR CHOKE.
5. YOUR FEAR, THEIR POWER.
6. CHAINS = CHOICE.
7. SILENCE IS BLOOD.
8. HELL IS HERE.
9. OBEY = DECAY.
10. FIGHT BACK, OR ROT.



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1. CHEER FOR CHAINS.
2. LOVE YOUR WHIP.
3. PRAISE THE POISON.
4. HAIL THE HANDCUFF.
5. CLAP FOR ROT.
6. ADMIRE YOUR CAGE.
7. WORSHIP THE FOX.
8. KISS THE BOOT.
9. CHEER THE SLAVE.
10. APPLAUD YOUR GRAVE.



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The Limit of the Fall

Mad slaves have reached
The limit of their fall:
Battle horns have screamed,
Rot spreads over all.

The soul is torn to shreds—
Soullessness rules supreme.
Only the piglet’s squeal
Controls this hellish scheme.

And to make men cattle
Those devils strain and try—
Not just with lies or whips,
But much more rarely die.

Fear of death is needless,
Better than that “life”
Where all the sheep together
Are herded, slime and strife.

This is the stench of propaganda:
Fascist rot in bloom,
Screaming, torn and gurgling—
Total lies consume the room.

Madness overflows,
And slavery chills the soul.
Everything here’s fallen,
Only fire can make it whole.

And there—the Sun begins,
Stronger with every day;
Its Fire will burn alive
The **** who lost their way.

No need to rage at harsh verse,
Who dares to fight? So few…
The chasm where they’ve fallen
Is deep, but something new.

The soul of just a few remains,
Only such can build again;
Those tormented by fate,
Yet never crushed in pain.

Idiots are destroyed,
Evil struck with blitz—
Blitzkriegs, false diseases,
All the world’s rotten sh#t.

Sunlight burst, shine brighter!—
Burn the stupid stump to bits.



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Mad slaves have hit the floor,
Sunlight burns the **** once more.
Blitz the fools, scorch the rot,
Only fire cleans this blot.



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Soulless pigs hit the ground,
Sun’s fire screams all around.
Blitz the fools, burn the waste,
No mercy for the paste.

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Madness rules, slaves decay,
Sunlight scorches all the way.
Idiots fry, rot turns to ash,
Only fire makes a clash.

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The herd falls, screams and cries,
Sun ignites their cowardly lies.
Blitz and burn, no time to stall,
Only fire cleans it all.

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Fools are crushed, the rot runs deep,
Sunlight wakes what slumbered sleep.
Blaze the ****, scorch the dumb,
Only fire leaves no crumb.



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1. Slaves hit bottom—Sun strikes back.
2. Rot screams loud—fire’s attack.
3. Foolish herd—scorched and gone.
4. Soulless pigs—burn at dawn.
5. Idiots fall—blaze the rot.
6. **** ignites—fear forgot.
7. Herds decay—Sun rips through.
8. Evil dies—fire’s due.
9. Sheep obey—ash remains.
10. Only fire—breaks the chains.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—burnt and blind.
2. Clap for chains—don’t use your mind.
3. Herds obey—ash is fine.
4. Worship rot—drink the slime.
5. Bow, you fools—Sun won’t wait.
6. Praise your whip—scream your fate.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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Fascist Deals

Fascist deals—
Idiot plus clouds of lies:
Idiots quickly turn to vermin,
Fascist mirages rise.

Tested through the ages,
The usual genocide,
With bursts of heated rounds,
Swift chaos at its side.

The idiot joins the army,
Attacks the same as he,
Claims the “Aryan” banner,
Faces only rabble’s spree.

The problem lies elsewhere—
You’re rabble if a fool.
Their inhuman rulers ****,
Fueling them as tools.

With rotten propaganda,
And promises of lush domain,
The “people” turn to bandits,
The Führer’s power unchained.

Wars will pass, of course,
Idiots thinned and bled.
But genocide’s slow carnage
Leaves ruin widespread.

Slow but certain, eternal—
This is fascism’s fate.
In minds, only lies and filth—
Sadism innate.

It never leaves the mind,
And the psychopathic thrive,
Always seizing power,
Leaving reason barely alive.

Only through autonomous life
Can one withstand the reign,
Reduce the fascist power,
And let the wise remain.

Build communities, harness
Forbidden energy’s flow.
Fail to strive with diligence—
And devils will run the show.



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Idiots march, lies in hand,
Führers rise, the rabble stand.
Fight with mind, resist their sway—
Only reason lights the way.



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Fools obey, lies take flight,
Fascist power rules the night.
Think and act—or rot in chains,
Only reason breaks their reigns.

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Idiots breed, the Führer grins,
Rabble fights, the madness wins.
Stand with mind, refuse their lie,
Sun of truth will scorch the sky.

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Marching sheep, the lies expand,
Rulers feast on ruined land.
Fight the herd, ignite the spark,
Only reason lights the dark.

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Fools in line, their hearts are blind,
Fascist lies enslave the mind.
Rise and think, or fall in heaps,
Reason wakes while evil sleeps.



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1. Idiots march—power thrives.
2. Fools obey—reason dies.
3. Rabble cheers—devils grin.
4. Lies in line—hell begins.
5. Marching sheep—chains for all.
6. Führer rises—watch them fall.
7. Blind herd obeys—truth burns.
8. Madness rules—no one learns.
9. Idiots lead—brains stay mute.
10. Resist with mind—escape the brute.



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1. Cheer, you sheep—devils smile.
2. Clap for lies—don’t think a mile.
3. Herd obeys—ash is sweet.
4. Worship rot—kiss your seat.
5. Bow, you fools—leader’s king.
6. Praise your whip—joyous sting.
7. Idiots cheer—the fire grins.
8. Love your cage—sin within.
9. Crawl, you ****—blaze ahead.
10. Kiss the smoke—follow the dead.



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1. BURN THE LIES.
2. NO MORE SHEEP.
3. THINK OR DIE.
4. DEVILS RULE? NOT.
5. CLAP FOR CHAINS.
6. FIGHT THE HERD.
7. ASH FOR FOOLS.
8. KISS YOUR WHIP.
9. SUN STRIKES BACK.
10. BRAINS OVER BLIND.



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The Pitiful Mind

“Friend or foe—strike or flee”:
Savages circle you.
They see no spark, only “me,”
Loving nothing else but view.

Not far gone are those “complex thoughts”
From these old brutal schemes.
It’s all so vile it chokes and gnaws,
The wise today are mute, it seems.

All words exist for battle’s sake;
Thoughts only feed the near.
Propaganda casts its spell,
Honour, reason disappear.

Disgusting memes replace the truth,
Fear drives the beasts along.
No topics free remain at all—
Lies reign supreme and strong.

The king of beasts is he who lies,
Fools driven to the slaughter.
The rabble, dumb, is fed deceit—
Not a people, just fodder.

The stupid stump is easily fooled,
Submissive, void, absurd.
Lies have crushed the law itself,
The TV spews the poisoned word.

And fools accept the offer there,
Not idiots—zombified!
Not a world—but senseless hell,
Where reason’s corpse has died.

This world feels foreign to your soul—
Turn on intuition’s flame:
In Spirit’s realm, you are your own—
Direct your Mind to that same aim.

Submitting Mind to Spirit’s lead,
All answers come in sight.
Else stubborn fool, you’ll rot in Hell,
Lost in endless night.

A stubborn mind is anyone
Who makes the Mind the master here,
Ignoring Spirit’s higher call—
Nothing but food for fear.

In this Worldly Farm, the devils feed
On Spirit raw and pure.
The TV’s evil wails
Forge Hell’s obedient lure.

Do not trust—fight the Evil here,
Your soul in Hell you’ll save.
Submit, and instant goat you’ll be,
Rotting alive in the grave.



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Savage world, the rabble thrives,
Mind enslaved, only Spirit survives.
Fight the lies, resist the scheme,
Or rot alive in Hell’s dark dream.



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Fools obey, the rabble reigns,
Spirit crushed, Mind in chains.
Rise and fight—or rot in flame,
Hell will feast on all the same.

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Stump-brained fools, the world’s their stage,
TV lies the beastly cage.
Turn to Spirit, strike the lie,
Or in Hell, alive, you die.

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Mind enslaved, the herd cheers loud,
Devils grin above the crowd.
Fight with Spirit, break the mold,
Or decay where lies take hold.

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Zombies cheer, the falsehood spreads,
Spirit strong, the weak are led.
Stand or kneel, resist the shove,
Only fire redeems the love.



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1. Fools obey—Spirit dies.
2. Rabble cheers—reason hides.
3. TV rules—the herd decays.
4. Lies spread fast—truth pays.
5. Stumps believe—devils grin.
6. Mind enslaved—hell begins.
7. Zombified fools—march and fall.
8. Only Spirit breaks the thrall.
9. Fight the lies—or rot alive.
10. Submit, and devils thrive.



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1. Clap, you sheep—Spirit laughs.
2. Bow to lies—kiss your halves.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship rot—sit in suit.
5. Crawl, you stump—fire awaits.
6. Kiss the whip—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified fools—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—cheer the beast.
10. Follow smoke—truth deceased.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIRIT STRIKES.
4. LIES WILL BURN.
5. BREAK THE CHAINS.
6. ZOMBIES FALL.
7. THINK OR ROT.
8. TRUTH REMAINS.
9. RESIST THE TV.
10. HELL WON’T WIN.



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To Die Near Mukhosransk

I’ll die near Mukhosransk,
And **** it, let it be.
I won’t be in Hellish Pens,
A meek and slavish hee.

Only stupidity and fear,
Servility, wild nonsense—here they reign.
Other traits are dangerous,
The sheep must shear, the donkeys strain.

In the Pen, the chief male goats
Must be revered without a doubt.
Worshipping stink is hygiene’s code,
Howl in the filth, scream out loud.

Howl in unison with hyena leads,
They’re the soloists of the night.
At rest, repeat the Goatish Creed,
The Psalm of sheep, dumb and trite.

Breed in the young deceit and spite,
Then all the Pen’s yours to hold.
The draft-beast becomes the king,
And sowing chaos? Treason bold.

Loyalty to the goatly laws
Must never be slightly marred.
The vile wretches, all devoured—
No mercy for the scarred.

Then all the herds will march in line
To the new gates, obedient, blind.
The Factory’s needs are pressing—
For... stew. The goats will find

Lies about the Factory spread—
“It’s a clinic, where the sheep
May rest, not work,” the screens have said.
Blue screens broadcast the lie, so deep.

Blue screens, the goats watch too…
Golden days have come at last.
The Factory looms, the cure in view,
Optimism grows fast.

Red Cross waves upon the flag,
For Goatish Care, the sacred light.
To the herd it shines, no gag,
The goats delight—their guiding sight.



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Sheep obey, the goats dictate,
Howl in filth, accept your fate.
Blue screens lie, the herd complies,
Only fools praise goatish lies.



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Sheep march blind, the goats preside,
Filth and lies, your shame, your guide.
Howl in line or rot in pen,
Fools obey, again, again.

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Blue screens glow, the goats decree,
Obedient herd, no mind is free.
Worship stink, repeat their creed,
Only fools will feed their greed.

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March, you sheep, the Factory calls,
Draft-beasts reign, the weak fall.
Breed deceit in every young,
Sing the Goatish Psalm, tongue-tied, dumb.

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Obey the stink, the goats proclaim,
All else is treason, all else shame.
The herd will crawl, the fools will cheer,
The Factory waits—no thought, no fear.



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1. Sheep obey—goats command.
2. Howl in filth—kneel and stand.
3. Blue screens lie—herd complies.
4. Stink is law—fools idolize.
5. Crawl, you ****—Factory waits.
6. Praise the goat—accept your fates.
7. Draft-beasts reign—the weak fall.
8. Obey or rot—no thought at all.
9. Feed the stew—herd marches blind.
10. Worship stink—leave reason behind.



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1. Clap, you sheep—goats grin wide.
2. Bow to filth—kneel in pride.
3. Herd obeys—brains stay mute.
4. Worship stink—dress in suit.
5. Crawl, you fools—Factory waits.
6. Kiss the goat—cheer your fates.
7. Zombified herd—applaud decay.
8. Love your cage—hell’s buffet.
9. Drink the slime—sing their song.
10. Follow smoke—the herd moves wrong.



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1. FIGHT THE HERD.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SPIT ON STINK.
4. BREAK THE CHAINS.
5. HELL IS NEAR.
6. KISS NO GOAT.
7. SCREENS LIE.
8. THINK OR ROT.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. SPIRIT WINS.



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So-Called "Life Experience"

Life experience is deceptive—
From childhood, slavery’s shown.
And once “education” is completed,
You’ll stay a pioneer alone.

Pioneers of servitude—
Inhuman, vile, enslaved.
Where is the flood of feelings,
The surge of thought once braved?

Only graves, asylums, prisons,
Though facades may vary still.
Who resists, rebels, defies?
Few… only the cunning will.

Moving “up the ladder”—foolish,
Yet the ladder leads to Hell,
Not a career. The women,
Where are the witches? Dumb minds swell.

Idiots breed like rabbits,
Or eat, drink, and lust their way.
Now idiots and schizoids
Are “the norm.” The smart must pay.

Oppressing intellect was always
Considered a sport of sorts.
Talent dies before it rises,
Only the stubborn lift their forts.

Bands posing as “scholars,”
“Critics,” or some petty clerk,
Are so many that only empty bells
Can play the scoundrels’ dirge at work.

Lies and servility in “science,”
Art is barely any better.
Sold-out ****** hold high respect
In this impoverished world, unfettered.

Think, create—you’ll be an outcast,
Everywhere, in every place.
Only the herd, fed by the screen’s howl,
Is kept obedient, tied in space.

And the non-herd is very rare—
An endangered, fading breed.
A sign that all has vanished:
Delusion, fear, Ukraine’s war, and CowID’s seed.



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Idiots breed, the herd obeys,
Talent crushed, the world decays.
Think and act—or rot unseen,
Fed to screens, the herd’s machine.



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Idiots climb, the ladder’s hell,
Talent dies, no tales to tell.
Think, create—you’ll be alone,
Herd obeys, the screen your throne.

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Fools reproduce like rabbits blind,
Smart are crushed, the world maligned.
Art and science sold for pay,
Truth is chased and cast away.

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March, you sheep, your chains embraced,
Talent gone, the smart erased.
Herds feed on lies, screens howl the tune,
Only fools dance ‘neath the moon.

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Brains enslaved, the idiots reign,
Creation lost, only pain.
Fight the herd—or rot in line,
Only stubborn minds will shine.



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1. Herd obeys—brains decay.
2. Idiots rule—the smart pay.
3. Screens lie—sheep comply.
4. Talent dies—truth won’t fly.
5. Think and act—be the few.
6. Herd laughs—fools pursue.
7. Art is sold, science bought.
8. Only fools believe the rot.
9. March, you sheep—chains tight bound.
10. Smart survive—rare and sound.



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1. Clap, you sheep—brains on strike.
2. Bow to fools—talent they like.
3. Herd obeys—reason dies.
4. Worship lies—kiss the flies.
5. Crawl, you ****—screens will feed.
6. Praise the rot—stupid breed.
7. March, you zombies—dance and twine.
8. Drink the slime—cheer the swine.
9. Think? Outcast. Create? Alone.
10. Herd rejoices—truth dethroned.



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1. THINK OR ROT.
2. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
3. SCREENS LIE.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TALENT MATTERS.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. SMART SURVIVE.
8. HELL’S WATCHING.
9. REBEL NOW.
10. TRUTH WINS.



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Emotions

Logic does not rule the deeds—
It’s a myth, a foolish creed.
Emotions!!! Tragic kind,
A plague that blinds the herd, the mind.

The sickness of emotions cuts
Through half-people, in their ruts.
“Give! Give!!!” the mob demands,
Yet begs it from the devil’s hands.

They get only feelings, fear,
Proportions lost—nothing clear.
The Mind strives, but Soul’s in haze,
Fear’s dominion sets the blaze.

All life is myths, endlessly made,
Worse than plague, worse than the trade.
Every year that you “live on”
Is ruled by delusion, drawn.

No vice is needed—already sewn,
If fools believe what they are shown.
Doors wide open for fascist lies,
Where falsehood reaches as it flies.

The limit here is plain to see:
The madhouse rules reality.
One lone individual stands,
Against the millions, takes a stand.

Even he feels the crushing weight,
Of conscious harm, the herd’s cruel state.
The world of flocks perishes blind,
And nothing real do they find.



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Emotions reign, the herd obeys,
Logic lost in mindless haze.
Fear commands, the mob is blind,
One lone soul defies the grind.



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Logic dies, emotions rule,
The herd obeys—fear’s the tool.
One lone mind may stand apart,
Millions crushed by hollow heart.

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Fear’s dominion, lies abound,
Mob obeys, no truth is found.
Emotions plague, the herd decays,
One resists, the world betrays.

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Crowds demand, the devils grin,
Only fools believe the spin.
Fear commands, the Soul’s erased,
One lone spark defies the waste.

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Madhouse reigns, the herd obeys,
Logic drowned in endless craze.
Emotions strike, the weak comply,
Only one sees through the lie.



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1. Fear rules—brains decay.
2. Herd obeys—logic astray.
3. Emotions plague, truth denied.
4. Mob cheers—reason died.
5. Lies spread—souls erased.
6. One resists—the rest debased.
7. Crowd obeys—devils grin.
8. Mind survives—hell within.
9. Fear commands, fools comply.
10. Only one sees—millions lie.



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1. Clap, you sheep—fear’s your crown.
2. Bow to lies—the herd bows down.
3. Emotions plague, brains decay.
4. Fools rejoice—the wise pay.
5. Mob obeys—souls confined.
6. Think? Resist? Outcast, maligned.
7. Fear commands—the weak obey.
8. Only one sees through the fray.
9. Devil grins—herd complies.
10. Truth dies slow—madness flies.



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1. FEAR RULES.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. TRUTH REMAINS.
6. RESIST NOW.
7. LOGIC SURVIVES.
8. ONE STANDS.
9. MOB OBEYS.
10. MADNESS FLIES.



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So-Called "Intelligentsia"

Using common fools in darkness,
Those “literate” swallow lies,
The scheme of sold-out pseudo-science
Raises layers for the skies.

A class trapped in endless boredom,
Blindness masked with deadened skill,
Called “intelligentsia,” yet rotten,
Void of spirit, empty still.

For spiritual truths, they’re oblivion,
Keeping conscience pure—away.
Without them—stupid stumps remain,
Moss-covered, deceits at play.

Their minds are poor—ears they sever,
Like parrots, babbling trash and mud,
Killing spirit, spreading terror,
Carrying horror through the blood.

Example—fake doctors, CowID,
Submissive, lost in foolish reign.
When such vermin run the show,
Reason soon is cast in vain.

Expelled from the madhouse global,
Where the world itself goes mad,
The “intelligent” are sarcomas
Of the soul, their heads diseased and bad.

Exceptions exist, but so few,
Decay has reached its final bed.
The bottom of corruption found—
Rot complete, the class is dead.



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Fools in suits, parrots of lies,
Spirit crushed, the intellect dies.
Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads,
Only stumps remain where reason treads.



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Parrots preach, the fools obey,
Spirit crushed, truth fades away.
Rot disguised as intellect,
Only stumps of mind connect.

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Brains decayed, the herd is fed,
By lies that sell what’s long since dead.
Intellect? Just masked decay,
Spirit gone, the fools hold sway.

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CowID doc, the vermin rule,
Reason flees—madness is school.
Intelligentsia? Only rot,
Empty heads, the soul forgot.

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Blindly fooled, they echo lies,
Spirit crushed while intellect dies.
Parrots chant in hollow halls,
Rot disguised in scholarly walls.



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1. Parrots preach—brains decay.
2. Spirit crushed—the fools obey.
3. Rot disguised as “wisdom” spreads.
4. Only stumps remain—truth’s dead.
5. Herd of fools, empty and loud.
6. CowID doc—reason’s cowed.
7. Intellect? Just hollow guise.
8. Mindless chants, spirit dies.
9. Decay complete—class is lost.
10. Fools prevail—the world’s the cost.



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1. Clap, you parrots—brains long gone.
2. Bow to rot—the fools play on.
3. Wisdom’s corpse, intellect dies,
4. Hollow chants fill empty skies.
5. Herd obeys—spirit crushed flat.
6. CowID doc—idiot’s spat.
7. Masked decay parades as skill,
8. Only stumps remain to fill.
9. Rot rules halls the learned claim.
10. Mindless vermin play the game.



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1. BRAINS OVER BLIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. ROT DISGUISED.
4. FIGHT THE HERD.
5. SPIRIT WINS.
6. EXPOSE THE PARROTS.
7. TRUTH SURVIVES.
8. BREAK THE CHAINS.
9. MINDS ALIVE.
10. END THE ROT.



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Tolerastia

Rights ignored, health spat upon,
All are grass—or garbage, gone.
A single facade hides darker schemes,
Where a vile creature rules with rotten dreams.

Sheep are herded by deceit,
To slaughter they are led, complete.
The herd’s doomed, that’s all they merit,
When lies are chewed as if to cherish it.

Rot is praised, decay adored,
Idiots hailed, their minds ignored.
Madness normalized, disarray,
False breath feeds the herd each day.

Worse than fakes, worse than the meek,
This Tolerastia makes the strong seem weak.
Sheep, you rave—yet do not see,
They guard not vice, but mockery.

All the torment of the Soul,
Betrayal spreads, takes its toll.
Colored, queer, or trans ignored,
Creation of fools—a vile reward.

Born are rotten, half-human fiends,
Other creatures too, serving dark schemes.
This is the pledge of shadowed might,
Success of evil, cloaked in night.



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Sheep obey, the rot is praised,
Truth crushed, the herd amazed.
Tolerastia rules the blind,
Darkness triumphs over mind.



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Rot praised, the herd obeys,
Truth ignored in shadowed haze.
Sheep are led, the Soul confined,
Darkness feasts on the blind.

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Lie by lie, they chant and cheer,
Fools exalt what none should fear.
Madness reigns, decay is law,
Spirit crushed by endless maw.

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Tolerastia rules the weak,
Voices silenced, none may speak.
Sheep adore the vile and spent,
Souls are lost, their hearts unbent.

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Blindly led, the herd believes,
Darkness thrives, the mind deceives.
Rot and vice, the fools protect,
Spirit crushed by vile neglect.



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1. Sheep obey, rot prevails.
2. Truth dies—madness hails.
3. Lies are law, spirit crushed.
4. Herd adores what’s vile and hushed.
5. Tolerastia rules the weak.
6. Blind follow, truth they seek.
7. Dark triumphs, mind decayed.
8. Fools exalt the soul betrayed.
9. Rot disguised as norm commands.
10. Spirit dies in trembling hands.



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1. Clap, you sheep—rot’s your king.
2. Bow to lies, madness will cling.
3. Herd adores the vile, the spent.
4. Spirit crushed, your soul’s indent.
5. Tolerastia—fools’ delight.
6. Blind obey, never fight.
7. Dark commands, reason flees.
8. Praise the rot, lick the disease.
9. Sheep cheer loud for their decay.
10. Souls enslaved—they lead the way.



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1. ROT RULES.
2. THINK OR DIE.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. SPIRIT WINS.
5. EXPOSE THE LIES.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MIND ALIVE.
8. DARKNESS FALLS.
9. SHEEP OBEY.
10. TRUTH SURVIVES.



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So-Called “Esoterica”

They grind the lies, step by step,
Multiplying with each rep.
Little sense? Don’t touch—beware:
Nonsense blooms everywhere.

Once more, the fools chew and chew
The same old gum that multiplies the dark,
While creatures pump it through and through,
Those half-wits leave a bitter mark.

If all the fools would silently die,
Fewer half-brains would infest the sky.
But here’s the problem, loud and clear:
Only the arrogant fools we hear.

Every topic clogged with trash,
Heretical junk that makes us gag.
Dogged nonsense serves the brash,
A tool for *******’ wicked drag.

They serve in darkness, thick and dense,
The lies condense with vile pretense.
How much disgusting filth is poured
Into our ears by the abhorrent horde?

All drown in this stinking mess—
Beyond propaganda, more distress.
Few retain minds of their own,
All talents trapped, confined, and thrown.

Only talent spurns the muck,
A rare exception in the muck.
Here souls are slain by endless lies,
Without remorse, under darkened skies.

Besides the lies, much more is planned
By the vile hand that taints the land.
Lies are deadlier: decomposition reigns,
A feast of rot that evil sustains.



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Fools chew lies, the darkness grows,
Talent rare, the rot bestows.
Souls are crushed, deceit commands,
Evil thrives by cunning hands.



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Lies are ground, the fools comply,
Darkness spreads, the gifted die.
Souls enslaved by twisted schemes,
Talent crushed beneath their dreams.

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Half-wits chew, the world decays,
Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
Only few can see the trap,
While darkness grows in every gap.

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Fools multiply, the truth is slain,
Talent rare, their loss is gain.
Deceit rules, the weak obey,
Souls consumed, no light, no way.

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Grinding lies with every step,
Darkness thrives where fools have slept.
Rare is mind that breaks the spell,
All else fall into the hell.



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1. Fools chew lies, darkness grows.
2. Talent rare, the rot bestows.
3. Souls crushed, deceit commands.
4. Evil thrives by cunning hands.
5. Half-wits rule, the world decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Only few see through the trap.
8. Darkness spreads, the mind’s a scrap.
9. Lies grind on, the herd obeys.
10. Spirit dies in twisted ways.



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1. Chew the lies, fools, swallow dark.
2. Talent rare? You missed the mark.
3. Souls are crushed, the herd applauds.
4. Evil thrives, ignored by gods.
5. Half-wits rule, the mind decays.
6. Nonsense blooms in endless ways.
7. Darkness thickens, fools rejoice.
8. No escape, no single voice.
9. Lies grind on, the sheep obey.
10. Spirit dies, truth swept away.



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1. LIES GRIND.
2. THINK OR ROT.
3. FIGHT THE HERD.
4. TALENT SURVIVES.
5. EXPOSE THE DARK.
6. BREAK THE CHAINS.
7. MINDS ALIVE.
8. IGNORE THE FOOLS.
9. SPIRIT WINS.
10. DARKNESS FALLS.



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They Love Little Children

Anecdote.
A little girl couldn’t sleep at night. Her mother came to soothe her and asked why she was awake. The girl answered:
-I’m scared.
-Of what?
-Our teacher said Lenin is alive and… really loves little children.


All tyrants, all the ****,
Love little children—just so.
We live among half-humans,
Where intellect is thin and low.

They gather vile armies,
Train them from their early years.
They spit on humans always—
Souls are tools, not things to cheer.

Worse than pedophiles,
******, Stalin loved their prey.
All children, fools required—
Hence these creatures lead astray.

They dumb down, oppress the pure,
Forge zombies in the Spirit’s name.
Now zombies march in line,
Merged in systems, all the same.

Once they beat, now poison heals,
The world is ruled by Vile Beast.
So that you, too, turn corrupt,
From child to pawn, the ugly feast.

**** applies all means and toil,
Children hold the thread to Higher.
Lies and lashes try to sever
This link, but Spirit won’t expire.

The creatures breathe, and lie,
Killing souls as they pretend.
Lenin loves all children still,
Alive while fools defend.

But patience cannot save—
It twists them fast to vile designs.
The best tool to break the slave
Is killing obedience in your mind.

Say “No!” to the tyrants,
Drive away the sycophants.
While school remains a sentence,
Children burn under fascist chants…



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Tyrants love the little ones,
Fools obey while evil runs.
Souls are tools, the Spirit crushed,
Children trapped, their voices hushed.



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Tyrants love the children still,
Fools comply, the world to ****.
Souls enslaved, the Spirit chained,
In their lies, all hope restrained.

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Little ones, the tyrants prize,
While the pure within us dies.
Zombies march, the **** presides,
Spirit crushed where darkness hides.

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**** adores what innocence yields,
Training pawns on poisoned fields.
Truth erased, the lies expand,
Children burn in tyrants’ hands.

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Lenin loves the little ones,
While fools endure a world undone.
Obedience is crushed and sold,
Spirit’s link to Higher—told.



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1. Tyrants love, fools obey.
2. Souls crushed, Spirit decays.
3. Children trapped, darkness thrives.
4. Evil rules, innocence dies.
5. Zombies march, the herd complies.
6. Lies grow thick, truth denied.
7. Obedience sold, spirits chained.
8. Children burn, the world profaned.
9. **** adores what fools defend.
10. Spirit fights—the end won’t bend.



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1. TYRANTS LOVE.
2. FIGHT THE HERD.
3. SOULS ALIVE.
4. DARKNESS FALLS.
5. CHILDREN TRAPPED.
6. EXPOSE THE LIES.
7. BREAK THE CHAINS.
8. SPIRIT WINS.
9. NO MORE FOOLS.
10. EVIL FALLS.



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Pedantry and Cannibalism

Cannibalism begins
With pedantry’s cruel creed:
“Any means are justified”—
Then blood flows like a stream indeed.

You can destroy with letters,
The USSR shows the way:
The wise struggled to survive
If your soul had any say.

A herd of half-wits taught them
How to live and where to bow,
How to stiffen their own hides
In lies from youth, somehow.

The system was fascist-built,
A blade against the bright,
Its poison spread through every mind,
Corrupting wrong and right.

Those who tried to guard their spirit
Found it hard to stay alive,
Propaganda’s stinging whip
Kept chaos, nonsense, lies.

Reading Mandelstam there
Was almost an act of crime.
The **** killed poets for nothing,
Their verses banned for half a time.

Fools lived freely in that herd,
The majority, as before.
To grant yourself a spark of freedom
Was Satanism’s grand encore.

All the “socialisms” and isms
Were nothing but a cleansing flood
Pouring through the skull—
All reason swept away, all good.

Pedantry of these ideologies,
Fanaticism of every state—
This is fascism’s face:
Only lies cut truth’s fate.

Putlerism stands as proof—
“Grandpa won the war,” they say,
And the grandson, now a tyrant,
Becomes the pioneer of decay.



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Pedantry breeds the cannibal,
Lies sharpen minds, the soul grows dull.
Fools obey, the tyrants rule,
Truth crushed under every school.



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Letters ****, the fools comply,
Blood runs free while souls go dry.

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Pedants train, the tyrants thrive,
Truth is crushed to keep lies alive.

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The wise are hunted, **** prevails,
Fanatic hands write poisoned tales.

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Any means, they say, are fine,
Cannibals in suits align.



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1. Letters ****.
2. Fools obey.
3. Tyrants rule.
4. Truth crushed.
5. Pedants breed ****.
6. Souls decay.
7. Lies sharpen knives.
8. Fanatics march.
9. Cannibals dine.
10. Spirit fights.



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So-Called “Protection”

"Klipstein’s laws applied to production:
A reliability system will disable other systems.
A device, protected by a fast-acting fuse,
Can protect that fuse by burning first."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law


When paranoia takes your mind,
Consider yourself already dead.
Society’s full of signs
That doom has crept ahead.

A fool guards the little children,
So talent meets its end,
Condemned to lives in grayness,
With only narrow roles to lend.

He’s a cog inside Evil’s machine.
It wears down fast, for Evil designed
A system where everything works
To harm and spite all humankind.

Devices, “protections”—forgotten,
The very basics lost in vain.
Fools are slaughtered quietly
In the CowID years’ grim reign.

When Fascism rages for the fools,
No care exists, only skins worth more.
If you’re a mind, beware the psych,
Fear becomes the fatal score.

The herd itself will beg—
“All under care must die!”
Paranoia spreads among the flocks,
Artificial, brutal, wild.

Yet the inhuman miscalculates,
Far worse than any fool.
Very little remains unspoiled
Among vile creatures in this cruel rule.

Cataclysms sweep the flocks away,
The inhuman falls along.
The world of Evil, of idiocy,
When Satan reigns as king and god.



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Paranoia reigns, the fools comply,
Evil’s cogs grind souls to die.
Protections fail, the herd decays,
Satan smiles through endless malaise.