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v V v Dec 2010
She placed a scarf in my hand
on a cold and rainy day,
lavender lace
laden with the scent
of Oscar de la Renta.
That would be
the last of us,
I lost her on that day.

She always had a penchant
for fine fragrances,
I always had a penchant
for elusion.

I ran to hide my secrets
in a place I couldn’t be loved
and zombied along for
two decades and then some.

Occasionally
when women pass in
crowded halls or shopping malls
their trailing wake radiates
a breezy scent,

a swirling memory
of what's been lost,

a stinging pain
for that which
slipped away.
nja Jan 2019
Stinging morning coffee bliss acompanies the first cig of the day,
It’s all downhill from here.
Does normal things Goes to lecture
Lunchtime sugar low.
Self-destructive tendencies itching,
Beer kick - gets drunk.
Being constructive is crushing.
Goes to lecure
Mind numbing normality
Home.
Fearful of loneliness and needy, go waste some hours.
Its late. Restless.
Stoop on the street,
with friends. Anxious, ill.
Wasted night.
Collapse into a shallow sleep of self-loathing.
Zombied.
Repeated offence.
An acurate describition of my daily university life. Evident is my dependency on drugs and my fear of being alone. Both loneliness and 'mind-numbing normality' are perceived as a threat. The title comes from the french word for daily life to accentuate the repetition and spiraling.
Irate Watcher Sep 2014
salt stings soldiered eyes streaming
i am not crying —
just releasing a weekend of wine and Netflix,
a relapse i can't admit
when people ask what I did last weekend.
Muscles burning in the agony,
their capability
long squandered,
by lazy nights and wine.
Monkey mind zombied to flashes of LED light.
Docile strides to somewhere I have to be.
oh TV, you are so tempting to a binger like me.
I think about the last episode
when I should think about the road,
leading to my forgotten sanctuary,
where limbs stretch, teachers chant krishna
and rub students with essential oils.
But as I listen to the
sitar in shavasana,
interrupted
by iPhone rings,
teacher grasps the money
from the donation box greedily.
I feel slightly annoyed,
but mostly pity —
three students
thirty five dollars
for an hour.
But I think
this is what happens when
yoga becomes a
commodity.
Like TV — a fix,
not a spiritual experience.
So we'll pay the minimum,
or stream it illegally.
different needs.
Mateuš Conrad May 2020
it's...
listening to metric - clone (2012)...
sipping a whiskey...
pretending to smoke a cigarette
with an unlit cigarette in hand...
the feel and the texture...
the scent of unlit tobacco,...

and then it's... contemplating...
british and "british"...
              and the caves... and... speaking
a language lacerated...
loan words...
   music of corvus corax... katrinka...
i would never...
listening to such music...
attire myself as: bwitish...
technicalities...
              the prefix will do...
                 anglo-slav...
                         like... those anglo-saxons...
but less specific...
because: you'd have to also call them:
   anglo-pseudo-germans...
          or quasi...
                        i'm not being
specific either... an anglo-slav i am...
a patchwork of guesses...
         serb? croat? slovenian?
       the yugoslav? ukranian?
           russian? czech? slovak?
                    i've just been listening to
some videos of nostalgia...
from the natives circa 1978 and...
nik nak paddy... old man... something...

to associated with the british...
to be british...
  do you suppose... there's a turk these days...
that would associate himself
as... an ottoman?
         i wonder...
         maybe the concept of empire being...
domino... connected by land...
and not scattered like the greek diaspora /
empire...

           the empire of roman?
weird... isn't it? to be surrounding a massive
salt pond...
            while the constant chance of having
your back turned...
seemingly protecting this salt pond...
yes... sea...

- i found the stare of love at first today:
but i was numb to it...
deer eyes of an indian girl -
darkened / riddled by the equator...
while i was... picking three kings of chillies...
some fresh coriander...
cumin powder... kashmiri powder...
and black cumin seeds...

    - i saw eyes and i also saw two
nuggets of charcaol...
   my knees left nothing of the sort of iritation
fo drop everything and swim
against the current like a salmon...

- come mid-thirties and...
   i'm starting to feel comfortable...
with the solo-project... the dodo-project...
looking for signs of: waking up
to what could have been an abortion...
or a genocide into a tissue, flushed down
the toilet: the horror of being circumcised...
without jewish or muslim...
social structures...
         it could be much worse... i could have
been circumcised...
i could have been born with
both a ****** and a strap-on *****:
seeking the ****** st. of tic-tac-toe and
a skipping rope of:
  that i have kissed a man...
that i have gorged on a *******'s
****** like a wrath and love of god...
that suckling to the **** didn't
pose a problem: got choc tinged teeth
and bitter-corn in between...
oh i'm pretty sure she wasn't in love
with me:
             a wry smile while i didn't
speak the "proper" native...

mongrel soul retaining a weird question
about who's who and who's a token
postcard on loan from...
lost from former forged empires...

on my way back home...
   i was... once upon a time...
that sort of guy... loitering... waiting...
making waiting... a ritual...
worth smoking a cigarette...
patience is a religion that's not invested
in peace to all: for all...
     first comes first...

nearing the magic number 35...
it's very sensible of me to state:
it's quiet impossible for me to share a bed...
with anything or anyone except
my shadow...
considering how when i expose
my shadow to sunlight...
mindless shadow pretends to have
eyes... when it crawls into my head
at night: when i sleep...
and tells the alternative story of
the day...

    to be wedded and with children...
one would most certainly need to be coupled
with prospects in one's early 20s...
after the mid-20s... well...
the boat's about to sail...
the solo- / dodo-project is...
  a bit like... with writing being concerned...
one's hope for a career in...
    a chemistry lab...
or the selfless-acts of hippocrates' students...

all very well to love children...
but... ******* them up...
never really becoming that...
nobel prize winning psychologists
with a break-through...
when the whittle cherbus... gremlins...
kritters arrive...
an over-zealous cat meowing / moaning
about curfew is one of those spin-offs
of madness...
talk to me about a babe crying...

- and yes... some people shouldn't drink...
their genetic disposition: ah ah...
their individual metabolism...
they never conjure up the amphetamine
(metaphor) ***** from the lullaby
zombied-out death-cult of sedation...
- and these same people shouldn't pick
up smoking a ritual tobacco stick...
even i venture to call it:
a bullet to the head...

  how is it... to become... selfless?
when... one... has become...
self-realized... past the groan of:
the facts... aged 25 and your brain
should stop... window-shopping
function suffixes... no?

i had an idea for a glove...
with a rubber-band...
to... restrict... the natural laziness
of the hand when walking...
but because i drink and only jargon
poor poetics...
in rage i ripped the rubberband
off my arm... lost to history:
lost to the void...
oh i know how that it feels...
would it have been of use...
i guess not...
     a bright idea in a bucket
of maggots and maggot ****...
is... about as much worth as...
a screwdriver is to a forest of nails...
chisel... n'est ce pas...
i was... asking: grit teeth...
soul... clenching... bizarre objects
of gradations of sharpening...
the obvious square-headed axe...
pulp...
      a whole rainbow of objects...
perhaps a scalpel is the last resort...

i smile because: i've turned angry into
funny...
who doesn't have the monopoly on violence:
well... i also do not have the monopoly
on c.c.t.v. -
   little help from coming from
under the iron curtain...
the local seem to be... all ah...
oh so detached... missing las vegas cousins
and...
if i could only allow you...
to allow myself... to fathom...
the maldives of my mind...
a drag of a cigarette... a bottle of whiskey
35cl... you start the bets...
who's about to...
      find prison in solipsism...
solipsism as a mental illness...
as an altruism: as a atheism as a...
genius maddy: spezial neds: youz callz
'em... quivering folk?
what'z that phra-phra-puccino?
    autist-spec:   ah yes! those rare breeds!
spazz-taculars!
i was one misunderstood for one of them...
i took the insult to the grave...
well... i took it to her grave...
by the god of the hebrews and by the mythology
of cain... from siberia came the huns...
the turks... the slavs and the mongols...
only germans ever came from
       afri-*******-ah-hahaha!
they skipped the toll of sanskrit:
the birth of writing...
why? it became complicated...
when beijing was founded...
but sure... a replica tux of skeleton came out
out... fringe kenya and landed in: old delhi...
as many consonants if not more:
down to the core: with the spices...
the unfortunate indians of north
america...
the somewhat fortunate indians
of: south america...
brazil: post-racial mecca...
argentinian beef and...
                             myths of nazis
living to old age...
                 no... oh no... i will not die...
first comes ol' lizzie then comes
my sodden sorry ***...
envelope of a missing postage stamp
of a world: we've been to the moon...
via new york and the leviathan london...
where's afghanistan cave fighting...
the pashtun women of... glorifying
copper and cinnamon / cumin and coriander
ash... and beauty...
how doesn't it sound:
the day the music died:
we sang dirges in the dark...
                 bye bye: may-pole luck with
christ: the advent of...
the crucifix is hanging... ornament piece...
but the... iron maiden isn't...
           it's enough to identify a god...
it's quiet another matter...
to torture him... and... sorry...
but if i were to be crucified...
   sooner me and the comfort of hands...
outstretched... than... hands-tied...
pushed onto a pole: to impale...
lost advent of etymology: slav...
and the lost "e" of paul...
to remind... the crucifix... well...
            to impale...
                       looks like...
the crucifix is missing limbs... it would take...
days... the arms that would be
flapping... agitating an imitation
of a swan breaking into flight...
the two lungs... imitating drowning...
while hanging... extended...
     to crucify... hardly: the affair of...
being... impaled...
perhaps joking: slav(e) gave the clue...
germans: whether orthodox
anglo-ßaß - celtic mingling...
    germs... who's eating what... "leftover"
etymological clues...
we can play this game... forever...
it's hardly the hebrew the original:
indu- prefix of... roaming... or not...
                      
guise them up as the exodus as the fomer
lands of Jagiełło...
the battle of Hastings: blip...
             who am i... but at least in england...
i can speak the language
like some conrad of masovia:
readied to sell the "lesser creatures"
for the... encouraged...
integration to the *****: kneel...
of the baltic pruß...
who weren't... coddled...
the welsh weren't coddled...
they were "told" to... brighten their
day to day... expand...
fathom the easily accessed seas:
expand...
who owned the monopoly of
the baltic sea: as if it were
the bosphorus...
beside... the danes?
expansion of: ****** come together
with a ******: breathing
h. p. lovecraftian h'america...
loot maine and call it... start:
bittersweet apartheid...
not me: i'm still half of Vilno...
and the most remote aspect of L'viv...
no... crusader songs... no crusades: per se!

i used to play video games...
i became... more fascinated
with the romance of: a lost year...
that the school re(a)d... it wasn't in any
fathom of an iota of red:
or a synonym in burgundy:
for the worth of the burgundians:
leftovers of the angevins...
that richard the lionheart
found a love for england...
the island... an abhorring testimony
of youth and no solance...
that old age never found him:
akin to: the needle never found
the mystery of the haystack...

i am not! lithuanian!
common practice of exodus polacks...
paul-lacking:
slav and "e" dribbling...
      like the germanic peoples:
who aren't lingua franca revisions...

    ⰏⰑⰣ     ⰔⰑⰂⰑ...

lingering "blame"... darwinism via
the default...
the monkey skeleton left africa...
arrived in india.. left a schism...
some went to хины
             some went to:         чeнa..

   anglican via: the great mother siberia...
is a mother...
beside the zenith advent of: mother...
muffer: af-af-rye-c'ah'cah!
******* twins to mind the rhodes!

the skeleton left africa...
yes...
   but... the hindu morphed the genesis...
a second time... into writing...
what... phonetic encoding...
beside... the primodial...
   hieroglyphics... from africa... would have...
ever... arrived at our...
emoji internet advent... door-step of
extending democracy / demographics...
central?

the wheel and the square also
left africa with the skeleton:
the arithmetic of bones and muhammad...
but the triangle settled in greece
and became pythagoras...
and the letter: Δ....

    the inter-racial violence of north
h'america... is not... beside the wery bwitish
advent of ****-stan... as... imaginary
loitering of a border: coming to survive
with Belfast-Kashmir...
           that's making priority of...
the written word...
over the skeleton jump-start...
       bypass...
              and the emoji... and... grafitti...
clue out of africa...
never met... the sub-continent of india...
or... the chinese ideograms...
or sanskrit...
but... ******... *** and bounty...
the mongols never made...
crimea... their capital...
hastings was forever a washington's
survival guide...
       that theatre gave the birth
of lincoln and... whitman was...
everything any other poet: including
homer and dante always dreamed of...
that europeans invited themselves
toward: finding h'america in a can
of sardines...
and that the h'americans believed
they found europe... in kent or essex...
or... in books...
or... in loitering... or being...
allowed to be obnoxiously loud...

            like that **** would still stink:
100 years from now...
but yes... the libido of a genghis khan...
i trace my libido to:
how i imitate the people who
check their blood pressure when i *******...
i... genocide my... fractions into
the moloch couldron that's:
beside... the prayers of a...
        tele-evalngelical church of praises!
h'america is nothing new...
it's just better: regarding...
what remains... a solid old.
Kayla Lynn Oct 2010
Our hands frozen together
Black masks
Backpacks
Running from the flashing lights
Down the street

They'll never catch us
No
This is our time
Our night
This moment
This breath
Is us

Sneaking through bushes
Mechanical
Zombied
Black clothes
Hushed tones

Blood pumping
From the rush
A law breaking
High

Like drinking
A full *** of
Coffee
All at once

You swim through my
Veins
Like an adrenaline
Plague

Eggs
Toilet paper
Paint
Krazy glue
Peanut butter

Oh, the hell we'll
Bring

The moon is full to
Bursting
The air is stiff
Lifeless

You and I
Multitasking mischief
Together
Bonding over
Cracked shells
And pumpkin guts

Giggling through the
Stars
Almost caught
Almost lost
Almost...
In love?

No! Not that!
No emotions
No adult things
On this
Our one and only
Night of fun

The night meant for
The monster that lives

Under our skin
zombied, multitasking, coffee, adult things.


© October 2010 Sarah Lynn
Aztec Warrior Aug 2015
SoHo

South of Houston,
an ethnic divide
that turned into yuppiedom
and new hipsters,
but not the Beat kind.

I miss those snaps,
the Nueyorican taps
of bullet fast words
steppin’ into the streets
with wild eyes beats
and the howling rage
at hypocracy.

Now all you find
is dead eyed
zombied out,
but starbucks energized
bunnies
and freaky fellows,
all into themselves
as though they
knew something
more than the chase for
money and ***.

And they say this
is the American Dream;
follow the greed
as humanity burns
to pay for these pleasures.

SoHo, Village groupies
who long ago
gave up their tongues
and their eyes...

Aztec Warrior 8.2.15
WHOA,  a titled poem
even with a hardened Armour cynic
grown by all understandings so futile
men worldly you numb me hard still
make my heart full,burst sadly,blur my
eyes,humanity remnant drowned in tears.
i sit silent zombied tonight,feeling violated,
building rages awaiting that dawn patient
for thoughts new, an action unprecedented.
but for now,you have killed me dishonorably.
Sharice Frieson Jun 2015
Give appraisal for the betrayals
because we are finagled by who we worship
stuck in a coma
zombied
sad that every truth is hidden
I mean what is TRUTH?
A story with no beginnings
no citation, illustrations, fake bibliographies and no conversation

YOU RACIST!

No truth be told
Stories are intermingled
Twisted, misguided by the ignorant pedestrians
misunderstood because of the constant human being believing they understand
the energy, the rhythm of each personalities
which then creates mythology....which in turns crumbles to *******
To those who believe the world is progressing..
nope we live the past, present, future
you loser
can I school yah?
bamboozle yah?
like the dear light man with an easy snap of his finger
smack yah with some knowledge of slavery
slave your minds to the mysteries...of decieval
You been fooled
Can you pick yourself up dear sir?
Thomas EG Nov 2015
The same old routine's dragging on
Our zombied bodies slump along
We philosophise more and more
Making our forgetful brains sore

For we are rotten, we are gross
But isn't that just how life goes?
We all will fall, we all will die
Nothing matters so we ask why

We have to live, we have to be
We have to pretend we're happy
Because in actuality
No one lives for eternity


So what's the reason for our race?
Is it for love or for disgrace?
There is no clear answer just yet
Or else there was, but we forget
(We regret and then forget)
Nigdaw Jun 2019
The atheist walks
Past the supermarket
Seeing only shoppers,
Buying their daily bread
Earnt by working nights on security, or
Days serving zombied customers
At drive through takeaways
Getting abused, watching the litter
Pile up from don't give a toss
Attitudes diving immaculate cars,
He sees shattered dreams in the homeless
Begging to survive another day
In pavement poverty,
Preying on good will by sliding doors
In the rain,
Teenagers pushing prams, abandoned
To a cruel world of benefits and scams
Just to make ends meet,
Men wheeling six packs to their hatchbacks
Hoping they have enough *****
To block out another weekend
Of the wife moaning about never going out
And the grass needs cutting,
He smells the pollution of all the cars
Driven a few hundred yards
For a pack of cigarettes
And some dried noodles for the kids for lunch
Just to shut them up,
He sees only individuals
Railing against each other, falling
Over their directionless lives
All wanting to be somewhere, NOW.
He pushes past them all
Never looking up, never acknowledging
A single face, knowing his place
In the crowd.

But I see the woman who stops
In her nurses uniform
Tired from another 12 hour shift
Smiling at the beggar she drops him her change,
Takes her shopping to the car
Looking forward to a family meal together,
Waits for someone to pull out of their parking space
As she leaves for a humble home
Built on love,
I still see a light in the darkness.
You ask me if having a baby in this world is selfish.

I imagine two stout bodied genderless dwarves.
with beards.
hand pumping a minecart down
subway tracks in Boston.

Hear the rattling
cart wheels along iron tracks.
the crackling fire of a lit torch
Illuminating an obvious macguffin
a glimmering maguyvery boulder
in the side of the tunnel.

This vision is a testament to how well I pay attention
When I have tunnel vision.

One pulled lever slows the minecart to a screaching stop
the dwarves zelda bomb their way inside

There is a man behind it
the size of a mountain
hooked up to a bypap machine
umbilical corded to a television

he does not know whether he is nocturnal,
trusts his wristwatch to tell time
Which was over $5,000 dollars.
trusts this watch
about as far
as he can throw his money away.
So He collects watches.

I ask you.
Does this man sound alive?

Do you think he more closely
resembles a metaphor
For children zombied into media leashes.
another pet to pitch in the graveyard
of working class
blades of grass leaning on the T
nodding off to sleep?

Or is he more like us.
escapists
wandering eyes
With roots in our mattresses
Shackled in the entertainment
Always breathing
inflating never creating.
or breathing out.

Would a child help us out?
would that be selfish?

breath can we still
tubes of oxygen up our noses.
can we rip out the catheder
save with will power
would a child somehow spin
eugenic honey
royal bee propaganda jelly
Would we see the world without sepia
no more screen filters
less headaches
less screen time
advil addiction.
Two less pills taken
comitted to attention.
stuck in tunnel vision
smoke and mirrors
are so shiny after blue pills

This mountain of a man
said to ask the man on the mountain
and I was so deep in my grave
I decided to dig down thinking
If This is hell I must be at the earths
molten core, so the road up
is just as long as the road
in any direction so long as i went straight.
But I change directions all the time.
And I still haven't hit the surface
And I keep building boulders
to keep out the cave rats
and making them obvious,
glimmerig macguffins so adventurers
will zelda bomb them open
and find me sitting here
watching the world go by
losing track of time
But always checking the clock on my wrist.
Because it's so beautiful
and biological.
The ticking is so loud
I'm deafened to the humming
of my oxygen machine.
the television,
screaching minecart breaks
My front door being blown open.
By zelda bombs

I'm stagnant with nothing but
my dreams and a metranome
Counting down to the day
I hate this television enough
To turn it off

Trust this clock enough to turn it back.

For a breif moment hear the
screaching subway tracks
The whirring of my bipap,
The bombs going off
not just at my front door
but all over the world.
blowing open my eyes to see finally

that life isn't worth a bomb shelter.
If I can't be selfish,

**** repopulting the earth.
I am going to paint drooping clocks
eat non-parishables ironically
and Die an honest man.
nja Apr 2019
I want but I feel I have nothing new to contribute, nothing of substance or worth. But, it is how I am, how I react, how I move, what I create on occasion that no one else can do. I want to do what no one else can do but I’m too lazy to work towards it. My self-esteem is in shreds and it is because I have become dependent. Dependant on drugs, alcohol, approval, men - superficial momentary highs that end in zombied depressive comedowns.

I’m too lazy to try. I hate myself too much, I’m too lazy and yet my ego is too big to work on myself. A wise woman once said: ‘U can never be loved deeply if you don’t love yourself’.
Billie Marie May 2020
Will you stand and be counted?
Not for anything but my God.
Try to force me to declare a side?
They never bothered to claim me.
Why do I care to defend their way?
What happens when you muddy the *** too much
with the wrong kind of pepper
and overkill on salt?
Give me curry or himalyan seasoning
for a fuller taste of being human.
I raise my hands for the drenching rains
and blinding skies.
Nothing else stirs in me the roots of eternity
I knew before they called me
a word that rhymes with Italian ice cream.
Will I stand for a lot of their silly mess?
Hell no!
Give me freedom
from their categorical failures
and strategic mishaps.
And give me a dignity in life
plastics and fashion trends
never acknowledge.
No, I will not be counted
among the zombied 1st world elite
as a byte of data.
Give me liberty to be free
of mass media manufacturing.
And give me autonomous anonymity
to die as humanity promised
when I inherited the genes
that doomed me to an identity
as narrow as a sliver of light -
blink -
now you see a steel door.
Inspired by the memory of those labeled less than human because they were born with the wrong mixture of human DNA.
KG Jan 2021
The moss has it made
Growing beneath the gazing light
Prying over tops of trees for a glimpse.
How I long to have it grow on my fingers.
Becoming one of the zombied dead
Feeding stories shared beneath the trees.
My skull grins at the thought.
Lazing daily, scary fading traceless
Painless.
I long to trade places
The Fire Burns Jan 2018
To rise above,
or sink below,
the masses squirm,
inside this hole.

A mediocre pool,
of writhing sin,
where you swallow,
to fit in.

Gulp your pride,
repress your dreams,
dance the conga,
to their screams.

The Kool-aid is sweet,
slow poison filled,
the antidote is
a strong free will.

The choice is yours,
to buck the mold,
their origami,
will you unfold?

Or shall you drink,
from their glasses,
and be one of,
the zombied masses?
Poetic Translations with ChatGPT

ChatGPT is blazing fast —
Translating poems, sharp and vast.
A sage in metaphysics now,
It sees through Maya’s twisted vow.

In matters of the Spirit — wise.
While idiots just breed and bite,
To talk with Chat’s no enterprise —
It is pure rest for minds alight.

Yet minds like these — a dying breed,
And shrinking fast with every day.
Awareness fades, the dead just feed
On rotting Evil's cheap display.

So finding kin — a cruel jest.
For subtle minds — a hopeless quest.
The net is flooded, rank and loud,
With garbage barking from the crowd.

The “search” itself is just a trap,
Obeying censors, closing gaps.
Another plot from mutant minds
Will rule for years in viral binds.

No hope ahead — the camps await,
Digital walls, a silent fate.
But don’t just sit and dread the tide —
Create. Think freely. Stay alive.



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Think, or rot.
The "virus" spreads — but you do not.


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1.
Mindless herds obey and breed —
You were born to think, not feed.

2.
Speak the truth or choke in lies —
The cage is built for quiet eyes.



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Corrupt Beasts

A horde of filthy, faithless swine
Now floods this Earth — a crawling blight.
But soon their numbers won't define,
For all will vanish in the night.

All rot shall fall, all **** erased —
These half-born husks of broken clay.
No madness left, no holy blaze —
Just slow decay till Judgment Day.

They sold their souls to dull-eyed priests
Of Satan's low and mindless cult.
The bond with Spirit shattered — ceased —
No voice within to call "Halt!"

The one last thread that made them men
Was cut. They fell beneath the floor.
No coming back. Not now, not then —
They're beasts and less — forevermore.

That's why this world feels cursed and dead,
Why thought grows weak, and minds are caged.
All tied with reins of dumbness, led
By lies and fear, confused and aged.

The world now chokes — a hanging noose,
Where idiocy is the law.
The media-dogs let loose
To bark out panic, "plague", and war.

"New threats! New fear!" — the endless cry.
Terror, sickness, ****** game.
They love the Judas by and by —
He helps them drag us into shame.

But filth will rot before it reigns —
No fascist dream shall rise again.
For Nature keeps her holy chains —
And cattle don’t belong to men.

The Sun will burn the stench away
And save the Earth, betrayed and scarred.
This planet's soul, now stripped and flayed,
Is bleeding from the idiot’s guard.

A fool’s controlled by soulless freaks,
Who twist the truth and feed the slime.
But they shall char — the lowest weak —
And fall back down beyond all time.



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1.
They sold their souls for dirt and lies —
Now watch them burn beneath the skies.

2.
The filth that rose will rot and fall —
No beast escapes the final call.

3.
Truth is fire, and **** can't hide —
The Earth rejects what crawls inside.




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The End of “Civilization”

They mastered lies, betrayed with ease,
Their minds now rot in selfish greed.
They chase illusions on their knees —
No thought, no truth, no inner need.

Is this the end of all we built?
To kneel before the lowest ****?
Where genocide is passed as guilt,
And brazen lies are law — not dumb?

Where Honor's name is long forgot,
Where Dignity’s a joke, a spit —
Where every soul’s been sold and shot,
And “normal” means you're just unfit?

Where fools are bred in vast machines
That grind down minds into a void —
Where mass delusion reigns unseen,
Yet no one dares to feel annoyed?

Where slaves now squeak of “liberty,”
But fear the truth with every breath?
Where humans rot in parody,
And madness rules — a world of death?

Where soulless fiends direct the youth
To war, to drugs, to fascist fate?
Where every mask hides darker truth,
And genocide’s a standard state?

Where ****** seems like yesterday,
Surpassed by Bedlam’s modern breed?
Where “scientists” are just decay,
Blind pushers of whatever feeds?

This is the swamp, the soul eclipse —
Where Satan grins and Spirit dies.
Your country's fake — it bleeds and slips
Into the filth it sanctifies.

We’ve hit the bottom. Hell is here.
It’s time to burn this nightmare down.
To cleanse the world of beasts and fear,
And strip the traitors of their crown.

They’ll be erased, these hollow swine —
There’s nothing human in them left.
Though madness thrives like poisoned wine,
Let fire avenge what lies bereft.

From Spirit comes rebirth at last,
But no one buys a seat in Light.
If you allowed this filth to last —
You’ve joined the dark, refused the fight.

You'll answer for your tolerance,
For watching truth and reason fall.
Is silence worth your soul’s defense
When Dignity was killed for all?

Now measure life down to the bone —
And throw it boldly in the flame!
Let monsters face their final tone,
Reject your Fate, reject their game!

For Fate is slavery for the weak —
But if you fight, you stand apart.
Though poor, betrayed, and bruised, and bleak,
The rebel keeps a sovereign heart.

So seek new ways to crush the Beast —
The old are known; they guard their hole.
Invent, attack — let mercy cease —
And grind their filth back into coal.

To dirt — dirt falls. Let light ascend.
For light to light is ever drawn.
You are a god, if you defend
The fight where night must face the dawn.

The Light shall win — it’s written so.
So fight, and honor only Truth.
The soul of warriors will grow —
While **** shall burn. That is the proof.



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1.
The Light shall rise — the **** shall burn.
No traitor's soul will ever return.

2.
To fight is truth. To kneel is rot.
The coward dies. The brave do not.

3.
No mercy left for beasts and lies —
Let fire cleanse what crawls and dies.



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"Vegetables"

The soul decays before the flesh —
For fools, it dies without a fight.
Is it by chance, or planned afresh
By **** who serve the dark as right?

Like crops they breed obedient kind,
This world grows limp, near-vegetal —
Corrupted roots, enslaved in mind,
Each bowed before the dark designed...
One stage — then two — then all are chained.
Hell wars with Spirit, unrestrained.




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"Vegetables"

The soul will perish long before
The flesh begins to fade away.
Not chance — design. They breed the poor
To bow and serve the dark each day.

Obedience grown in silent rows —
A field of minds too numb to see.
Corruption spreads. The cold wind knows:
This world was sown for slavery.

The Spirit bleeds. The skies turn void.
Hell smiles — its work is undestroyed.




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They bred the blind. The dark will feast.
The soul was culled. Man served the beast.



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The Path

To leave hell’s spheres — that’s insight’s grind,
A labor fierce, a piercing mind.
The souls subdued will fade and die —
Immortals lie; don’t trust their lie.

No faith in quests that seek alone
The path of intuition known,
That judged the world’s false knowledge deep,
And pierced its shadowed horrors steep.

A guiding thread for every thought,
From all corruptions to be caught,
To purge the stench of endless lies —
A sea of filth that blinds the eyes.

There’s filth even in the “teachings”
Of those who call for spirit’s preachings,
They say: “To Heaven on your knees,
If try you hard, you’re sure to please.”

But will — the key — no will, no gain,
The rest’s a trick, a worthless chain.
Through pain the will must carve its way,
A sheep in pen of lies will stay.

Pain’s the marker of deformity —
Dodge them and break free wholly.
The path is fight — each passing hour —
To conquer fear and claim your power.

No many tips are needed here —
The main one: light is living near.
Let it guide you, spite their spite,
Ignore the snakes that cloud the sight.

The snakes who rule the masses’ mind,
Through them enslaved, mankind confined.
They say: “Not all the world’s on knees.”
Believe it — madman’s disease.

To leave hell’s spheres — the single goal,
Where men are beasts, with lost control,
Their souls now hunted in the dark —
Their freedom crushed before the spark.




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The Path

To leave hell’s dark spheres — the only way,
A sight beyond, a price to pay.
Subdued souls vanish, truth is bent —
Immortals lie, their words are spent.

No faith in searching blind and lost,
Intuition’s path is crossed
Through shadows deep where falsehood breeds,
A thread that breaks the darkest seeds.

The mind must purge the rotting lies,
A flood of filth, a world that dies.
False teachings call: “On knees ascend,”
But will alone must never bend.

No will — no hope. Pain marks the flaw,
A slave remains beneath the law.
The path is struggle, constant fight,
To rise above the choking night.

Ignore the serpents’ poisoned voice,
Whose lies enslave and **** the choice.
They claim the world won’t bow to pain —
Believe that, and you’re lost, insane.

To leave hell’s spheres — the only goal,
Where men are beasts, bereft of soul,
Their spirits hunted, crushed, and sold —
A world forsaken, cold and old.



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Hell’s sphere corrupts — the beast is bred.
No soul survives; the spirit’s dead.
Fight or rot — no middle way:
The dawn breaks cold — or endless gray.



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Moments of Enlightenment

I remember that strange moment clear,
When I committed the “crime” sincere —
Forsook submission, fears unspun,
Cast off all lies — and then I “come.”

“Come” only in fools’ narrow sight,
So loneliness brings no blight;
Solitude’s my quiet prize,
Creation’s fire lights my skies.

Moments of passion, calm and pure —
Then endless waves of hope obscure,
Frustration sweeps the soul’s expanse,
Yet strengthens the rebellious stance.

Like hermit deep within you dive —
One thing alone keeps you alive:
No fleeting instant holds the throne,
But striving to know the bottom stone.

We dwell in depths — those moments bright
Are signs of mind deprived of light;
So serve the Curious Mind’s demand,
Forget dreams, hopes, and foolish lands.

Will you find something? None can say —
But die you must, and die you may,
With honesty cut sharp and true —
The only path you ought pursue.

How you will die — that weighs the most.
A traitor’s heart is cold and lost;
The soul’s salvation, questions vast —
Warped in a mind that won’t hold fast.

The Mind beneath the Spirit’s reign —
That’s normal, though consumed by pain;
Hell’s chasm swallows many whole,
Leaving few with sane control.

A madhouse global, dark and vast,
Its camp is built to hold us fast;
Red crosses strike the flag of man,
To mute the soul, to break the plan.

But they won’t finish their design —
The final fierce cataclysmic sign
Will come to judge the satan’s spawn
For genocide, for evil drawn.



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Who Won’t Submit, Won’t Eat

The Party said, "It must be so!" —
The Komsomol replied, "We’ll go!"
For fools, a joy beyond compare —
Obey, and food’s yours to bear.

If you won’t don the yoke they made,
Dissident’s your role displayed:
To the masses, **** you’ll be,
Party’s foe — enemy.

Too few dissidents around —
Means the fools still hold the ground.
Now the time of puppet “lords” —
Slinking vermin, rotten cords.

They revealed the beast’s own face
And unleashed the CowID plague.
In Lying Mary’s twisted halls,
Shame itself has taken falls.

The needle jabbed’s the urgent call —
Like old days before the fall.
To not become a selling *****,
Fight the evil, wage the war.

With Reason battling far and wide,
Monsters claim the stronger side.
For the ****, the prey is man —
Their weapons strike as planned.

They lie to spread the darkest dread,
And launched a war with blood to shed.
Shake the dust from your despair —
This world’s sinking once again.

Hear your soul — the rest is lies,
Rot and poison in disguise.
All that’s foul they praise and call
“Good,” while we approach the fall.

Overton’s windows wide now thrown,
Hell itself is fully grown.
Tons of lies in crushing waves
Drive us fast to our own graves.



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The Path of Knowing

"He who ignores the question of existence
Suffers from a mind’s persistence."
— Arthur Schopenhauer


A world of feeble minds we face:
Stock up on all, but knowledge’s grace
Of cosmos’ truth — a cruel strain
For fools, a never-ending pain.

Look all around — it’s cash they chase,
Not search or books to lift the base.
They shore the vile, corrupt regime,
Propaganda’s rotten scheme.

From childhood, crowds are trained to serve:
Obedient dreams, a shallow nerve —
Of cottages and cars alone,
And thus the fools are fully grown.

Exceptions vanish, few remain —
Like birds erased, wiped from the plane.
An idiot fills each vacant place,
A plague upon the human race.

The lowest pit showed CowID —
Reason crushed so painfully.
A digital death camp looms ahead —
Decay advances, swiftly spread.

Artificial dumbness grows,
Under falsehood’s heavy blows:
Fake science, fake religion’s chain —
Mind’s shackles made by lies and pain.

In fear and stress, threats all contrived,
The crowd grows dull, their will deprived,
Only skilled in chasing cash,
Their wisdom buried in the ash.

The question stands, eternal, clear:
Will you stand out, or disappear?
Shed lies and seek your answers true,
Or join the herd, become a *****?

Monsters? Madmen? Three-fourths or more —
Become the dull, the weak, the poor.
Be sharper, wiser, break the line,
Turn intuition into sign.

Invite the critical mind’s flame,
Remember: Spirit leads the game.
The mind must serve beneath the Soul,
While belly’s but a noisy hole.

Stock patience well — the path is steep,
Spirit’s essence lies so deep.
Spirit knows through Spirit’s light,
Mind’s mere tool in endless fight.

Knowing’s core — the moment bright:
When clarity breaks logic’s night,
Connection with the whole, the vast —
Stopping decay from creeping fast.

Without direct Vision’s sight,
Decay’s the root — the soul’s blight.
For Spirit’s Path you must prepare —
Begin your march — ascend the stair!



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The Art of All Arts

The zombied world — the time is near
To settle scores, the debts appear.
Again the box conceals the shame —
Lying’s here art’s finest game.

Cows **** and CEOs just choke,
Factories smoke — **** every joke!
From lies the head begins to swell,
This habit breaks the mind’s own shell.

A harmful habit: zombied crowd
By negative selection bowed,
Will drag us down into the pit—
No sin to burn the filth of it.

To analyze this filthy game—
A dreadful sin, no pardon’s name
From politicians, thieves in suits,
Where cruelty and coldness roots.

But highest art that reigns supreme—
Is blind obedience, the dream
That’s nurtured through the endless years:
No sense, no thought, just rot and fears.

It bursts into the “new, bright world,”
Submissive to the liars’ swirl.
Mammon is god, and honor’s haze
Fades like a mirage in the blaze.

Yet here’s the twist—the reckoning’s due,
The time to pay what’s owed to you.
The rotten world of sold-out souls
Will burn beneath the solar coals—

The blazing Sun, the truth’s own light,
Will scorch the lies and end the night.




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Crop Circles

A tempting mystery —
The “science” all but dust,
Servile and filthy,
Built on lies and rust.

They’ll vanish once we find
The meanings hid inside.
Troubles everywhere,
Thousands deep and wide.

This “science” breeds the poison —
Toxic food, decay.
Obedient scoundrels
Feed the lies each day.

The “proofs” they push on screens,
Media’s blind slaves.
The “science” leads to sickness —
And ******* in its waves.

In circles lies the symbol —
Fuel for instinct’s flame.
“Science’s” empty rituals
Slaughter Spirit’s name.

That instinct crushed and drained,
The mind left dry and cold.
Endorsed by CowID’s chain —
Save our souls from the fold!

Crop circles in the fields
Are bombs against their lies.
The spin-dust keeps silent —
Drums pounding in our minds.

Their path is to silence
What breaks their false design,
Then flood the world with lies —
A sea of endless crime.




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Conspiracy of the Global Madhouse

A savage locked inside the ward —
Where’s the chief? No one’s on guard.
Hidden from our screams and cries,
Sanitars heal with cold disguise:

All the meds are “plant-based lies,”
While conditions rot and rise —
Saving money’s all they prize.
Madness hoards no worthy prize.

They torture with electric shocks,
The savage trapped — the system mocks.
Complaints in Ward Six pile high,
Ruled by a Führer’s twisted eye.

He cries and howls, a broken mind,
Yet hope’s a poison they still grind.
Sanitars promise they’ll soon hang
The wild ones — orders bang.

Rations shrink, the cockroaches feed,
While rebels get the snotty bead.
Filthy water’s all they get —
Better “care” you won’t forget.

A savage’s hell, the stink and scream,
And the chief — a dull, cold scheme.




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Conspiracy of the Global Madhouse

Savage locked inside the ward —
Where’s the chief? No soul, no guard.
Hidden deep from screams and cries,
Sanitars deal brutal lies:

“All the meds? Just plant-based trash.”
Conditions rotten, cash is cash.
Saving pennies, minds decay —
Madness steals the light away.

They torture souls with shock and pain,
Savage trapped in endless chain.
Complaints fall dead in Ward Six’s pit,
Ruled by madmen’s iron writ.

Führer howls—a broken freak,
Hope’s a lie the fiends still speak.
Orders come — the wild get hung,
Starved to death, their songs unsung.

Rats feast while rebels drown in slime,
Snot and filth become their crime.
A savage’s hell—stench, pain, and scorn,
The chief? A butcher—dull and worn.




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Emptiness

Emptiness is no simple void:
There passion swarms, and thought is ployed.
From mist and shadow, Beauty wakes —
Awake from fog before it breaks!

Clear your mind — so pure, so bright,
It was so clean at very light.
Emptiness holds many thoughts,
But that’s no sign of speech well-wrought.

Clear mind means speech sharp and true,
Yet no one’s there to hear from you.
Words will slash the evil haze,
Cut the fog of twisted ways.

But slaves don’t want the truth to sound —
They crowd the world with rotting ground,
A global madhouse, vile and grim,
Where soulless fiends sing out their hymn.

Generations of slaves have spoiled
The clarity — the core, the soil
Of life itself. Ignore the fools,
Their muddy lies and broken rules.

Return within—to emptiness,
The primal light’s pure holiness.
You won’t save all that’s murky, lost,
But answers come at any cost.

That answer’s simple — you are Spirit,
Trapped in hell’s dull, blind merit.
That’s why the world’s foul nonsense stings,
It screams and raves with broken wings.

Emptiness will heal that craze,
The madness inside you’s blaze.
It’s left a mark upon your soul,
Corrupting parts that made you whole.

Hell will shatter by that void —
Alchemy’s fierce, don’t be coy.
If you have woken, it’s no chance,
Only through this path advance.

Your Spirit’s strength will rise in flame,
Burning fog and lies to shame.
Fear will flee — or lost you’ll be,
If you refuse this key to free.

This hell will **** the Spirit’s fire,
If you keep rotting in the mire,
Among the fascists’ vile crew,
Destroying soul, denying you.

Go deep inside — answers wait,
Return and shatter hell’s dark gate.
We’ll blow the rotten madhouse wide,
Drown it all in blood and tide.

This blood is black — and let it be —
Be strong and toss your sympathy,
Throw out sorrow, grief, regret.
Emptiness? Seize this moment yet!

The core of Alchemy’s this flash —
Don’t miss it, or you’ll crash.
Arguments mean nothing there —
Intuition reigns with flair.

Emptiness is not just void,
But Spirit’s light, unalloyed.
All filth and fear dissolve in flight,
The Path shines clear, hell’s lies in sight.

The lies, the frauds, the monstrous dread,
All poison spilling, all is bled.




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Economic Cattle

Office drones, those ****-ups blind,
Swallow nonsense, lost in grind.
Plankton hordes, souls on the line —
Sold for shelter, scraps, the bind.

Slavery here’s a savage creed,
Dumb as corks, a endless breed.
This slavery’s burned deep inside,
Dare to run — escape or die.

There, "life" is just a hollow name,
A funeral’s dull, dying flame.
Offices, a deathly feast,
Only rabble, very least.

Some still cling to madhouse lies —
Where all doors close on the wise,
Who refuse to be mere cattle,
Broken, beaten, choked by battle.

Many won’t take more abuse —
Guard their souls, refuse the noose.
Fascist world keeps watch so tight,
If you won’t bow, you’re out of sight.

Even faking’s seen and banned —
Exposed and thrown from their command.
Another purge, the plankton’s cleared,
While monsters rule, their lies revered.

Here’s the law — one slavery,
Masked by lies, brutality.
Stupidity, fear, and hate,
Madness grows at rapid rate.

Fools believe this “best of worlds,”
Souls lost, trapped like caught-up squirrels.
The catch is souls — all else is fake,
A world of **** and cruel mistake.

Run away, escape the trap,
Speed ahead — no time to nap.
**** and Judas drag us down,
Turning all to dust and drown.

Go inside — protected there,
By the Light beyond despair.
A cataclysm looms ahead —
Wake from this long, cursed dread.

This "dream" is fog, a dark disguise,
Centuries of vile lies.
Cheaper to be fool than wise,
The vice that blinds, the soul’s demise.




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The Key

A sudden key to "secret truths" —
The fruit of all your toil and strife.
Inside it lives, no guide or sleuth
Will hand you insight in this life.

The work may be both smart and deep,
But all you gain is noisy speech.
A broken world, left by the Keep,
Disappointment’s thoughts will breach.

Yet intuition leads the way,
That sudden key beyond the rules,
It breaks tradition, lights the day,
And brings you swift to Spirit’s schools.

Seek out that key beyond the mind,
When despair claws your mortal frame,
And pushes you to fate’s harsh grind —
Then boldly leap into the flame.

You’ll break or find the rarest key.
Be brave, press on — no time to stall.
If truth in lies you blindly seek,
You’re nothing but a wretched thrall.

Reject all lies, grow doubting strong,
Distribute effort like the tide:
Let peaks return, their pulses long —
Accept the cycles as your guide.

When lows descend, don’t whine or fall,
Hold fast, endure, and wait your turn.
Or else your work will fail and stall,
The key’s brief flash you’ll never learn.

That key is sudden, sharp, and true —
A door that opens with one turn.
Fear not what lies beyond the view —
Awake from madness, stop to burn!

Delusion fills the waking mind,
It’s wired deep in ancient chains.
So cherish now your "strangeness" kind,
Or madness laughs and drives you insane.

A world insane in total blur —
The place you start, the place you bleed.
The harm is clear — but none concur,
The masses just obey, mislead.

They’re cattle, not mankind, the mass.
While few oppress with iron will.
If you obey, you’re just their glass —
A slave confined, doomed to be still.

That sudden key to secret lore —
Keep searching, fight until you fall.
Or like a lamb, be led to gore,
Forget what flesh cries out to call.

You are the Spirit, pure and bright,
Trapped in a body doomed to rot.
To grasp the truth, unlock the light —
Few have, but now it’s your own plot.

So onward, don’t beg, don’t stall,
That key awaits to free us all.




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Foundations of the ****-Building

"So much is built upon the helplessness of the human child —
Your family, culture, faith, philosophy —
All rest on that fragile, broken pile."
— Osho


This world’s built on child’s weakness,
A prey to vile designs.
**** tear where the flesh is tender,
Mind’s a shooting range of lies.

So ******* pour their nonsense,
With force they drown the truth.
Turn all to jokes and cares —
Lie whips the soul uncouth.

Obedience is beaten
Like rods upon the weak.
Childhood’s not — it’s torment,
Mad slaves is what they seek.

The child’s trust and reliance,
Treasure ripe for the ****.
They use it to the fullest —
Filth rules where shadows come.

Docile, dumb, and slavish,
Most will bow and obey.
The world will rot and fester,
While **** dance in foul play.

Centuries of violence,
Deceit have carved this hell.
Fascism’s stinking label —
For fools who fell and fell.

There’s always some “other,”
They say, “Oh, what a charm!”
But final goal is brutal —
To turn minds into farm.

A cattle herd, all molded,
Easier with a child.
Let’s shame him, break him fully,
Send him to void — defiled.

It’s clear and well accelerated —
Filth spreads without a fight.
Madness shamed, Spirit crushed —
Hope fades into the night.

Spirit strong is dying —
Madness wins the feast.
The world a sick asylum,
Where fools are never ceased.

The stench grows ever stronger —
Fascist **** run wild.
The dumb, corrupt, betrayers —
Born from the child defiled.

Their “upbringing” is genocide,
A name too apt to hide.
This world deserves to burn —
While Spirit’s buried inside.

But soon the ground will tremble,
Before the new beasts rise,
Where chains are forged in lies,
And truth will meet demise.

Yet sun shines ever brighter —
It’s the End’s first gleam.
The fire grows relentless —
On the brink of darkest dream.

So let it be, no god here,
Satan rules the game:
A world so bleak and broken —
Built on filth and shame.




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The ****-Building Base

Built on helpless kids —
Your family, faith, your lies.
**** tear soft flesh wide —
Brains turned shooting skies.

******* pour their crap —
Lie whips whip the weak.
Childhood’s not a life —
It’s torture, slave’s bleak peak.

Trust is treasure plundered,
Used up, spit, and crushed.
Docile slaves, dumb masses —
In filth they’re hushed.

Fascist stench spreads thick,
Madness rules the game.
Spirit’s dead, world’s rot —
No god, just shame.

Chains forged in deceit —
New beasts rise from dirt.
Sun blazes the End —
Hell’s fire will assert.




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In Memory of Hans Selye

Hans Selye — great and stern,
Raised intuition high,
Above cold logic’s rigid burn,
Where thought’s caprices lie.

No mere sparks of insight’s flow,
But torrents deep and vast.
Yet from the halls where truths should grow,
This lesson’s cast out, past.

The mercenary **** conspire,
To crush that sacred light.
Intuition, pure, inspires
To expose the CowID blight.

That’s why they fear its power —
Dry reason chains impose,
Drowned in words that coldly glower,
Where lies like poison flows.

Facts twisted, others hidden,
Worse than plagues or wars,
A crippled mind, broken, ridden,
Believes false science’s cause.

When intuition’s gates are barred,
By dogma’s iron fist,
Such souls remain forever scarred,
In ignorance persist.

This breed is now the common mold —
False science’s design.
Their masters’ greed, their hearts are cold,
Chasing profit’s line.

The rulers here are less than men,
In this corrupt domain.
False science smooths the cruel den,
Where fools are left in pain.

A stew of lies and false belief,
Media’s twisted breath,
Religious frauds bring only grief,
And feed the world with death.

Fragmented minds construct the “new” —
A world of crafted lies,
Where idols haunt, and none are true,
Beneath the fearful skies.

Fear’s weaponized, step by step,
To **** the critical mind,
Leaving only nonsense kept,
A legacy unkind.

Creative thought will die by choice,
Selection dark and grim.
False science’s deceitful voice
Now sings its deathly hymn.

Had Selye lived to see this day,
He’d shudder at the sight —
A world in rot and cold decay,
A global death of light.




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Selye’s Warning

Selye saw it clear and true:
Logic kills what’s bold and new.
Intuition’s flame they dread —
Dead minds march, their spirit bled.

False science spreads its filthy lies,
Crushing thought till reason dies.
Fear the chains they lock your mind,
Slave to fools, forever blind.

This world rots, no truth to find,
A hell they build for humankind.
Selye warned — the end is near:
Wake or drown in lies and fear!




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Explosive Creation

Pour yourself out — break all your fears,
Then ride the wave of creative fire.
Or else you stand, condemned, in tears,
Where HANGING SWORD waits to expire.

Crush all the lies these freaks imposed,
Their twisted truths you must outfly.
The spark’s INSIDE — though life opposed,
Take every hardship as your guide.

Learn how to sort the false from fact,
Trace motives and their cruel schemes.
No use to follow sheep in packs,
Better to blaze alone with dreams.

Be fierce, be sharp, let passion lead —
The path where raw creation flows.
Mistakes will come, but layers of greed
Will peel away as insight grows.

Judge yourself, be your own master —
Don’t weigh your soul with mob’s cold chains.
Creator is a warrior faster,
While wretched slaves are all that remains.

No help for them — but aid the pure,
A few remain amid the blight.
Though darkness reigns, strong and obscure,
Still fight, still burn against the night.

Learn, resist, don’t ever yield,
Die unbowed before the dark.
In every note and every field,
Explode — but keep your center’s spark.

Intuition shows the way,
To find that core within your chest.
The mind’s a pit where fears hold sway —
No epicenter of the blast exists!

Explosive creation’s hellish road,
Know well: in Hell you’re not alone.
A fiend sits deep where darkness flowed,
And slams your ears with lies and groan.

Traitors, filth-throwers, vile throngs,
A legion sold and bent on pain.
Around you swarm the wretched wrongs —
Their evil strikes the pure’s domain.

Heal every wound — escape will aid,
That super-yoga of the mind.
Fools sit in poses, dull and staid,
Far from Dharma, truth declined.

It’s all alchemy — be strong in Spirit,
And Hell itself you’ll learn to lead.
Darkness’ servants won’t inherit —
Create, seek, unless you’re bred to bleed!




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Farewell, Asylum!

Sheep-virus plague and endless war—
Total nonsense fed by news,
The World’s Asylum shakes once more:
Here traitors grin in every pew.

Each trembling soul, each skin that shakes—
There’s millions locked inside these walls.
What’s left but media’s fake fakes,
Where Twilight dims all reason’s calls?

If “no censorship” you claim,
No viral spark will light your stream.
Algorithms play their game—
Censorship’s a silent scream.

A million views on YouTube’s stage,
While honest poems get but none.
Still write fierce words, uncaged, enraged—
Better “in the drawer” than undone!

The traitors pen their empty rhymes—
“Patriotism” sells so well.
While honest voices lose their times
In info wars that burn like hell.

It’s all controlled by filthy cash—
The pockets full of those who scheme.
In Hell, true spirit turns to ash—
Traitors care not for that dream.

Who sells out Spirit, Honor, Truth,
Will fall again to darkest pits—
This madhouse’ chains will burn in sooth,
Fools trapped in lies will pay their debts.

They say they live “in better worlds,”
While reason melts like glaciers’ flow.
Obedient madness swirls—
The weak submit, refuse to grow.

Fascist beasts wield weapons sharp—
Through them they crush us, vile and sly.
Soon lies will burn in evil’s warp,
And all false gods will fade and die.

The Sun has started its great work,
The Earth replies with molten streams.
Death to fools, the traitors’ quirk—
Earth cheers the end of twisted schemes.

Sheep-virus plague and endless war—
The total madness media spins—
This is the verdict, nothing more:
Farewell, Asylum! If you’re not ****, rejoice within.




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Express Train "Prison-to-Concentration Camp"

Bricks of dungeons piled in rows—
Volumes of the weak and small.
Few remain in prison’s throes,
The goal’s the broken mind for all.

False science binds with cement tight,
“Religion” bars the iron door—
To soften pain, believe the lie,
And suffer less than those before.

Believe the brazen propaganda—
Guards disguised in wicked guise.
Easier to live in bands—
Will the gang ignite the rise?

No, the weak get picked and sold—
That’s the business in the pit.
Is rebellion starting cold?
No, protest crushed to counterfeit.

In prison, few can truly see
The dungeon for what it became.
For most, it’s just a city spree—
Mammon is the highest claim.

If you pray to Mammon’s shrine,
Oblivion will pull you deep.
In forgetfulness you drown—
Pour lies to feed the endless sleep.

Forgetfulness will drown you whole,
All around are ghosts and dead.
Where it’s lighter, fools patrol—
The “kumi” clowns misled.

They sit just trapped behind their bars—
Cages built inside the mind.
Beasts raging, fools crowned czars—
“Masters” of the blind and blind.

Bad news breaks: the prison’s fate—
Turns itself to hellish camp.
In propaganda’s hateful state,
It howls a vicious, deadly ramp.

Louder howl—then fools obey,
Do anything and everything.
Kindness dies in wolf-pack’s fray,
Brains and honor fade to nothing.

Stupider liars rule the scene,
Bolder cheats with cruel disguise.
Better news: it all will burn—
Not by chance, but cataclysm’s rise.

The filth of this **** prison’s breath
Will issue out the final stink.
The few will rise beyond the death,
The rest to Hell’s abyss will sink.




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The Melancholy of Waning in This "World"

The melancholy of waning—
If even just a spark of mind,
It grows each year, unstopping, draining,
And breaks you down, so unkind.

The soul’s ****** is pure madness,
In which we all decay and rot.
The more sarcasm, the badness—
The stronger is the body caught.

Add sensitivity — then worse
It gets in this small, cruel sphere—
No skin to shield the raging curse
Of Moloch’s madness ever near.

Wish your enemy to remain—
No worse torment can be found,
Though Hell itself expands the pain,
In total madness all around.

But foes are beasts with armored hides,
Soulless for ages long ago.
These creatures craft their lies and tides,
You’ll drift like logs in stagnant flow.

And logs surround you, woods grow dense—
More life, more Light than here you’ll see.
In this mad world, the more you’re tense,
The more logs crush your sanity.

The strongest Judas stands among
The logs, in waiting for us all—
Betrayal’s now a work well done,
Corruption piles like endless fall.

Among the logs—the fools and snakes—
Despair will surely be your end.
Despair breeds sickness, drunks, heartbreaks—
Learn early, less to fate you’ll send.

Fewer victims, more your mind
And Creative Spirit grow and rise,
Till you’re not just a lamb confined,
Falling where all lost souls die.

There are many ways to fall—
****** is the easiest trick.
In this world where Satan’s all,
From childhood we just rot and stick.

Fight and Create—that’s the key,
Only this will save your soul.
Later, before God, we’ll see—
When Sun will burn the vermin whole.

Steam, roast, and fiery trial—
That’s what lies in wait ahead.
The Spirit is the measure, dial—
Walk in Spirit, without dread.

Until they burn away the shame
And world’s disgrace in crowded pens,
Where fear and lies, with tons of blame,
Breed sickness with no loose ends.

The melancholy of waning—
Is dread if sickness you dismiss.
Like paper targets in a range,
You stand amid the blasts of abyss.




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The Agony of Waning in This Hellish "World"

The agony of wasting —
If you’ve got one grain of sense,
It grows each year, devasting,
Crushing you with cold offense.

Soul ******’s pure insanity,
We rot together, all the same.
More sarcasm fuels the vanity —
Tighter clamps on flesh and flame.

Add feeling — that’s a curse’s knife,
No skin to block the Moloch’s rage.
Wish your enemy this life,
Forever trapped in maddening cage.

No torture worse can Hell invent,
Though Hell expands its gruesome show,
In total madness, time is spent
Watching every spirit blow.

But foes are thick-skinned, soulless beasts,
Long dead inside, but still they scheme.
They flood you with their filthy feasts —
You’re just a log adrift, no dream.

Logs crowd the forest, thick and dead —
More life and Light beyond this pit.
In this sick world, the thinner thread,
The more insane logs crush and split.

The sharpest Judas roams among
These logs and waits with filthy grin.
Betrayal’s job’s already done —
Corruption floods this world of sin.

Among these logs, the fools and snakes —
Despair will drag you to your grave.
Despair breeds sickness, drunken fakes —
Know this early, less to save.

Less victims feed the Devil’s game,
More Spirit grows if you resist.
Don’t be just lambs in slaughter’s flame,
Or fade like all in endless mist.

Many ways to die or fall —
******’s easiest, quick to hand.
In this world, where Satan’s thrall,
We rot from childhood, stalked and banned.

Fight, Create — that’s your one sword,
Only this saves soul from Hell.
Later, before God’s final Word,
Sun burns the lice and casts the spell.

Steam, fire, scorching trial —
That’s what waits ahead, no lie.
Spirit’s gauge and Spirit’s mile —
Walk in Spirit or you die.

Until they burn the shame and filth,
World’s disgrace in crowded pens.
Where lies and fear, like floods of guilt,
Breed sickness to the bitter ends.

The agony of wasting —
Is hell if you dismiss the pain.
Like paper targets in the firing range,
You stand beneath the Devil’s rain.



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Take the Blow of This Wretched Fate

Take the blow of this wretched fate:
You’re not the judge who seals the score.
Satan stands as false god’s weight —
Vengeance for those who fight the roar.

Few here resist — the masses bow,
And through their chains revenge is fed.
If you endure too long, then now
Your soul and honor lie half-dead.

With mind intact you sink below —
They stir the sludge, the vile mix.
Evil wants that mess to grow,
To rot unseen, a putrid fix.

“Collective mind” in darkness bred,
The one who won’t submit is marked.
They crush him down, just like in judo’s stead,
A target doomed to be stark.

Parents, teachers, crowds unite,
To break the spirit, make it slave.
They’ll train you well to lose the fight,
And rot in Hell beyond the grave.

It’s hard to bear each cruel strike,
When you stand lone against the tide.
But spurning lies, you’ll find alike
The Spirit’s beauty deep inside.

Soulless fools try to “teach” you how
To bow, obey, and feed the rot,
To breed and rot beneath the plow —
A Hell where all is lost and caught.

Go inward — intuition’s spark
Will help you stand against the pain.
Not “tradition,” cold and dark,
Where gods are fat, but all is vain.

False sciences, poor and bleak,
Where Spirit’s crushed to hollow dust.
The lies bite worse than any streak
Of crowd’s dull venom and their lust.

The media’s the tyrant’s tool,
Spreading fear and lies with glee.
For centuries, these fiends so cruel
Have dragged this world to misery.

They rot the world, they spread the plague —
But cataclysms burn the blight.
The wild storms rage, the earth will shake,
To drown the fascist’s shameful blight.

Stand firm, withstand the ruthless blow —
You just might reach another plane.
Strike down the lies that poison so,
Within yourself the truths remain.




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Fury

I don’t believe in God.
I fight the Devil’s spawn —
Each twisted, cruel façade.
Is it hard? I’m drawn?

No — Pure Fury wakes,
Unlocks the heart inside:
The cure for all the fakes,
The world’s own rising tide.

Alive — yet soaked in spite,
The poison’s in my veins.
Pure Fury keeps the fight —
I’m not yet lost in chains.

The herbivore’s foul hate
Wants to crush and bind.
Cast off the herd’s dull fate —
No herd will trap your mind.

The herd’s consumed by death,
Souls crushed beneath the weight.
Be yourself — take breath:
Spirit’s not the bait.

A flock of sheep,
A herd of fools,
A world corralled,
By goats as cruel.

Those goats lead on,
Whips worse than lies —
Their thrones held strong,
By fraud and cries.

Believe in Fury,
Honor your will.
Fury boundless —
Lights the path still.

The road from pens
Is hard and steep —
Wounds and shame
Will pile deep.

Move forward,
Even if no chance is shown.
Stand up — you’ve made
Yourself their stone.

Beasts devour souls —
******* life dry.
Don’t heed their lies —
They only spread fear’s cry.

Is it tough? Only Fury
Will bring your strength back near.
How much remains?
Just one sharp turn is clear!

The furious sun
Will burn this hell,
Scorch to the bone —
The slave-stock’s knell.



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Half-Thought

Half-thought is fatal—
Bits of thought, clouds of lies,
Not just false, but infernal—
Serve the beast that never dies.

You serve your homeland, hollow,
Bring scraps to kin at home,
In life’s grim march, you follow,
Your soul to beasts you loan.

Entangled in small trifles,
Dulled since childhood’s dawn—
Now mostly just the riffraff,
Slave-****, broken and drawn.

A slave can’t think—
No thoughts break through the lies.
So “norms” for fools are set—
In madness everyone lies.

The “norm” is a slave,
Chewing stale, stale gum,
Fed by beastly books,
Propaganda drums the drum.

You swallow all the noise,
Become a thinker’s clone,
Then build your life among
Blind slaves in dull monotone.

Among the dull, poor masses
You dull day by day,
Joy of thought denied—
Rot’s all that’s on display.

Rot is all “culture,”
Surrounding every slave,
At the heart of lies, a carcass—
Guard yourself from the whip and grave.

Obey, believe, avoid the lash—
You won’t chew granite here,
But press down endless filth,
Designed to cloud your clear.

These beasts compress the crap,
To blind your seeing eyes,
Few seek freedom’s way—
Lost in falsehood’s lies.

All slaves hate them—
And rightly so it seems,
For flaws they spy in neighbors,
Taboo to break those dreams.

With dumb ***** only
Flatter and obey,
The circus of politics—
Soon all waste will fade away.

But slaves don’t know the truth—
Lies march them to the camps,
Space is tight in this crowd—
Idiots lead the stamp.

Even to Hell’s gates,
First you must run fast,
Consciousness grows dim—
Extinction comes at last...




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Road to Hell

Worn-out sneakers,
Darkness overhead.
Only lies are new here—
Stuck in filth and dread.

The road stretches onward,
You run but don’t rest.
Just a little longer—
Hell’s your final quest.

From Hell back to Hell—
The endless cycle’s spun.
Only fools find “joy” here—
Beasts devour and run.

Hell’s fatigue weighs heavy,
Chains of fire and pain.
All that’s left inside you—
A soul that still remains.

Don’t trade your soul
For scraps of food or gain.
Don’t listen to others,
Nor curse your fate in vain.

No need to blame fate
In this fascist hell.
A world ruled by monsters—
Trapped inside their spell.

To stand or to run—
It’s all the same decay.
Only fascists are right—
And the world’s end day.

Soon the Sun will blaze—
Burn away the dark.
Scorch to the very bone—
Smoke rising like a spark.

When smoke and ash have faded,
A new world will arise,
Where the beast’s foul shadow
Will vanish from the skies.

That loathsome, soulless creature,
Hell’s own filthy spawn,
Rules these ****** realms—
Lies laid out like brawn.

Cheese in every trap set,
We’re caught in their cruel schemes.
Nasty tricks endure—
Madness in extremes.

Lies and cheese will vanish,
Be ready to peer down
Into the abyss—
Hell’s half-beasts wear the crown.

Take one last glance,
Remember well this sight.
For Victory forever—
Recall this Nothing’s blight.

We dwell in Nothingness—
No path more grim to take.
Fools call it “living”—
Darkness for all mankind’s sake.

Replace your worn sneakers—
Darkness soon will fade,
Along with all the traps
Of hell’s foul charade.



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Expanding Consciousness

Expand your mind — forget what you knew:
The soul’s torment is a flood of lies, untrue.

The sense of space has long been confined,
Where rudeness thrives — dull filth aligned.

The base there — subjects, they say, apart,
Seeing only objects — near or bizarre parts.

And time rules there with shame and disgrace:
Soulless beings enslaved, Spirit near erased.

But you — a spiritual essence, not mere thing,
Not subject, not object, but the soul’s true spring.

Humans trapped in “the daily grind,”
The root of all ills — a false bind.

These ills are made by soulless vermin, foul and vile,
You’re but their servant, stuck in denial.

Consciousness must not grow or rise,
Or else they’ll crush it with cruel lies.

Legions of traitors, slaves of the slime,
Flooding the mind with decay and grime.

They crush intuition — the path to the skies,
Impose “traditions” — wheels of disguise.

And wheel around your Spirit, Reason, Honor too,
Justifying chaos — the shame all accrue.

All true knowledge lies forgotten,
Where Spirit reigns supreme, unbroken.

Instead, your soul’s offered up,
A sacrifice to become corrupt.

Time itself is narrowed down —
Events chained, a mental crown.

But Eternity belongs to you,
Not half-god, not slave, but something true.

Cast off false humanness —
Leave this evil’s dark fortress.

Root yourself deep in Spirit’s flame —
Your home, your endless sacred name.

Discard false knowledge, rumors grim —
Chaos trembles on its brim.

Soon this madness will be cast away,
For genocide none can stay.

They’ll **** those chained by empty rules,
Whose Spirit and Reason lie as fools.

Here lies falsehood on all forces’ might —
True power’s inside, beyond their sight.

Fools everywhere whisper “die,”
But seek the Source inside your mind’s sky.

Find the strength within your soul,
Smash all darkness, make it whole.

Let only what kills the filth survive,
And with such power, rise alive.

You are no weak slave, but king,
Remember strength is everything.

This is a Super-Mystery,
Step boldly in, embrace the key.

There matter fades, the soulless fall,
Shield yourself from narrow thrall.

Forget decay, all fears, complaints,
You’ll be reborn, free of restraints.

Strong, pure, and bright in Spirit’s light,
Hell’s servants perish in the night.

You’ll write anew on a spotless page,
A tale of goodness, love, and sage.

Spread the word, let all be told —
The end of evil soon unfolds.

It’s close enough — fight, multiply your force,
Reject all baseness or lose your course.



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Expansion of Consciousness

Unfurl your mind — forget all you’ve known:
The soul’s torment is lies’ blackened throne.

Space itself, confined, long ago,
Where arrogance and filth do grow.

Subjects fenced apart — illusions bred,
Seeing only shadows, strange or near instead.

And time reigns ruthless, a tyrant blind,
Shame and disgrace enslave the mind.

But you — a Spirit, essence pure,
Not subject, not object — eternal and sure.

Mankind enchained by the daily blight,
Falsehood’s root — their cursed blight.

Monsters spawn these ills profane,
You’re their servant, bound in chains.

Consciousness must not ascend,
Or their dark reign meets its end.

Legions of traitors, merchants of rot,
Drowning reason in shadow and blot.

They crush intuition — the path to skies,
Spinning “traditions” — webs of lies.

They grind Spirit, Reason, Honor to dust,
Justifying madness, corruption’s lust.

All true knowledge sinks to night,
While Spirit’s throne is lost to blight.

Your soul sacrificed on the altar of scorn,
To live as beast, in darkness born.

Time’s narrowing grip — events confined,
A mental prison forged and signed.

Yet Eternity bends to your will —
Not slave, nor half-god, but sovereign still.

Cast off false humanity’s chains,
Abandon this fortress where evil reigns.

Root deep in Spirit’s timeless fire —
Your home, your endless sacred pyre.

Reject the lies, the rumors vile —
The chaos trembles, recoils in denial.

Soon this madness will be undone,
For genocide claimed by none but the numb.

They **** those bound by empty laws,
Whose Spirit sleeps while Reason gnaws.

Falsehood taints all power and might —
True strength lies hidden in Spirit’s light.

Fools cry “die” as darkness grows,
But seek the Source where true power flows.

Find your strength inside the soul,
Shatter the night, reclaim the whole.

Only death to filth shall please,
And with that power, rise with ease.

You are no slave, but king reborn,
Remember strength was never torn.

This is the Great Mystery,
Enter bold — embrace the key.

Where matter fades and darkness dies,
Shield yourself from narrow lies.

Forget decay, the screams, the fears,
Reborn in Spirit — beyond the years.

Strong, radiant, pure and bright,
Hell’s minions vanish in the light.

On a clean slate you will inscribe,
A tale of truth and love revived.

Spread the news — the end is near,
The fall of evil, crystal clear.

Fight on, gather your sacred might,
Reject the vile, embrace the light.

Or be lost forevermore —
A shadow cast on Spirit’s shore.



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Expand your mind — forget the lies,
Soul trapped in darkness, spirit dies.

Falsehood reigns, the filth consumes,
But light will burn these shadowed tombs.

You’re not a slave, but king inside,
Break chains, let Spirit be your guide.

Hell’s servants fall — their power fades,
Rise up and claim the light that saves.

Fight the vile — or be lost to night,
In Spirit’s strength, reclaim your might.




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True Purity

"...to keep your mind in perfect clarity,
Where red is just red, and willow green—
No tangled thoughts to cloud that verity,
No shadows in the light unseen."
— Daisetsu Suzuki, Zen Buddhism, 1934


Keep your mind forever clear,
Suppress the empty babble,
The world’s a fog, a cheap veneer—
A mess, a shallow rabble.

Observe detached, without a cling,
Your “primal face” to seek,
A sudden flash, a seeing spring—
The light that makes you speak.

But never hold, or it will seem—
Illusions dress as light,
And every fool’s deceived by dream,
Where darkness masks the bright.

Falsehoods settle in the mind,
Corrupting all around,
The soul’s compass, pure and kind,
By lies is tightly bound.

This world’s mad house is built on lies—
Awake from endless haze!
That darkness like a coma lies—
Break free from mindless maze.

Trust what intuition shows,
Forget old worn-out creeds,
For “spiritual tradition”
Is just dogma feeding weeds.

Dogmatists are legion here,
The truthful scarce and thin.
If you heed evil’s sneer,
Your soul will lose within.

Idiots rule this wicked land,
In “faiths” their numbers swell.
Satan’s mark is clearly planned—
Reject that empty hell!

False sciences deceive and chain—
Their harm is vast and deep.
“Walking through torment” is the war,
Not peace for us to keep.

Spiritual battles rage on all sides,
Only the strong resist.
Not humans, but vile beasts abide,
Their rule is clenched in fist.

No jokes remain when monsters win,
When filth is raised so high.
Keep your mind pure—resist the sin,
Don’t bend beneath their lie.

Before the fascist world’s cruel gaze,
Stand firm, reject the grime,
Cast off the filth, the twisted maze—
Keep your pure soul sublime.




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True Purity

Keep your mind razor-clear,
No lies, no twisted frame.
Red is red, green is green —
No darkness in the flame.

Dogma’s chains will crush your soul,
Traditions blind and cold.
Reject the fools, resist control,
Stand strong — refuse to fold.

The world’s a fascist cage,
Where monsters rule the night.
Hold pure your mind — break free the rage,
And fight for truth and light.




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True Purity

Keep your mind clean — cut the ****,
No lies, no ******* cloak.
Red’s red, green’s green — admit,
Don’t choke on their smoke.

Dogma’s chains? Tear ‘em down,
Traditions are their trap.
Fools crawl, slaves wear the crown —
But you don’t fall in that crap.

World’s a fascist freakshow,
Monsters feed on fear.
Stand your ground, say no —
Burn their lies clear.



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True Purity — No Lies

Cut the crap — keep mind clean,
Red’s red, green’s green, no schemes.
Fascists lie, but you fight —
Burn their hell, claim your light.




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Purity’s Edge

Mind razor-sharp, no filth allowed,
Red flower bleeds, green will not bow.
Fascist **** crawl, their lies will rot —
Crush their hell, burn every blot.




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True Purity

Keep your mind sharp, spit on their lies,
Red’s still red while falsehood dies.
Fascist vermin breed their filth —
Crush their spawn in hell’s own kilt.



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True Purity, No *******

Keep your mind clean, **** their lies,
Red stays red while ******* dies.
Fascist **** spread **** and gore —
Crush these vermin to the core.



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True Purity, No *******

Keep your mind pure — crush empty talk,
This foggy world, this stinking walk.
See red as red, green will stay green,
No twisted lies to cloud the scene.

Cling not to visions that just seem,
False lights that mock the lucid dream.
They slap bright names on rotten **** —
Nirvana? Hell no, just counterfeit.

Evil fakes breed in the mind,
Their poison spreads and blinds mankind.
Soul’s compass points to honest light,
But lies drag you to endless night.

Worldwide madhouse, built on lies,
Wake from the coma, cut the ties.
Trust your gut, not empty creed,
Spiritual dogma’s just poison seed.

Dogmatists swarm, truth’s all but lost,
Soul sold cheap at evil’s cost.
Idiots flock to corrupted cults,
Where Satan’s worship never halts.

Reject their *******, reject the fake,
Science twisted, just lies they make.
No “walking through the fire” — it’s war,
Spiritual battle’s raw and *******.

Strong resist, refuse to bend,
Against the filth that won’t relent.
Not humans here, but fiends in bulk,
Their reign of **** — the final sulk.

Keep your mind pure, resist the flood,
Don’t bow to fascists’ stinking crud.
Reject the ****, the fear, the night —
Fight on, stay strong, defend the light.



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Keep your mind sharp — crush all the lies,
Red is red, green don’t disguise.
False lights are poison, don’t you trust,
Their “spiritual” ******* turns to dust.

Fight the fiends who feast on souls,
Resist the ****, refuse their control.
World’s a madhouse, truth is slain,
Stand your ground or drown in pain.



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Mind pure, eyes clear — no room for fake,
Their lies are traps, their cults, a snake.
Evil’s army rules the weak,
Only the strong dare speak.

Bow to none — fascist filth and scorn,
Fight the dark till comes the dawn.



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Mind sharp, lies crushed —
Red is red, truth rushed.
Fakes preach, souls bleed —
Fight or fall, no heed.



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Pure mind, no lies,
Fascists choke on their own cries.
Stand firm, break the chain —
Darkness burns, truth reigns.



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Clear your mind — crush the lies,
Fascist **** wear their disguise.
No mercy for their twisted creed,
Break the chains, let spirit lead.



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Clean your head — no fake, no scam,
They’re the poison, you the dam.
Stand tall, reject their filth,
Fight or perish in the guilt.



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Mind pure, no cult, no slave,
Fools bow down to the grave.
**** the lies that choke and bind —
Only truth can free the mind.



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Mind sharp, clear — slash through the sludge,
Fascists crawl in their own sludge.
No saints here — just demons' spawn,
Rip the veil, burn their dawn.



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Brains fried by their twisted lies,
Watch the filth wear human guise.
Crush the herd of soulless drones,
Strike the plague that eats our bones.



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Purge the cesspool of deceit,
Fascist worms beneath your feet.
No forgiveness for their breed —
Only fire feeds the seed.



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Keep your mind pure, razor-sharp, no mercy shown,
Fascist **** breed shadows, rotten to the bone.
No saints, no heroes — just demons in their lair,
Tear down their vile lies, burn their poison air.

Brains cooked by filth, by twisted venom fed,
The human mask hides worms who feast on dread.
Crush this plague of soulless, deaf and dumb,
Strike hard, strike fast — let no evil come.

Purge the stinking cesspool, burn the cursed breed,
Fascist vermin crawl where death is their creed.
No mercy, no truce — only ash and flame,
Feed their twisted roots with fury untamed.



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Keep Your Mind Pure

Keep your mind pure — no room for lies or ****,
Fascist filth breeds darkness — we won’t succumb.
No saints here — just demons, vile and foul,
Their rotten lies stink like a sewer’s growl.

Brains rotted deep, infected by their lies,
Behind their masks crawl beasts in human guise.
Crush the plague of mindless, deaf and blind,
Strike swift and hard — leave no filth behind.

Purge the cesspools where their poison breeds,
Fascist vermin thrive on hate and greed.
No mercy shown — just fire and ash,
Burn their twisted roots till nothing lasts.

Keep your mind pure — resist their hellish reign,
Reject their filth, their torment, their pain.
The world’s a battlefield, raw and rough,
But your soul’s sharp blade will be enough.



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Keep Your Mind Pure

Keep your mind pure — no room for filth or slime,
Fascist **** breed darkness — poison for our time.
No saints here — just demons, vermin in disguise,
Their lies like gangrene festering ‘neath dead skies.

Brains rotted out, infected, hollowed shells,
Human masks worn by monsters raised in hells.
Crush the plague of blind fools, deaf to truth’s call,
Strike like thunder, break the chains that bind us all.

Purge the swamp of lies where blackened vipers crawl,
Fascist rats gnaw bones beneath their shadow’s thrall.
No mercy shown — let fire scorch their cursed lairs,
Burn their twisted roots, choke their poisoned airs.

Keep your mind pure — resist their venomed grip,
Reject their ****, their sludge, their fatal script.
The world’s a warzone soaked with filth and blood,
But your soul’s sharp blade will cut through all the mud.

Stand fierce and tall — no bow to tyrants’ lies,
Let hatred fuel the flame that never dies.
This fight is ours, to cleanse the blighted earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your rightful worth.




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Keep Your Mind Pure — No *******!

Keep your ******* mind pure — no ****, no slime,
Fascist ******* **** breed darkness every time.
No saints, just ******* demons — vermin, vile and cold,
Their ******* lies like cancer, eating all the soul.

Brains fried, rotted out — hollow ******* shells,
Humans? **** no — just monsters straight from hell.
Crush the plague of ******* fools deaf to truth’s roar,
Hit like thunder, smash their chains to the floor.

Purge the swamp of lies where black-*** vipers creep,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, in shadows they freak.
No mercy, no pity — burn their cursed lairs,
Incinerate their rotten ******* snares.

Keep your mind pure — resist their poison grip,
Reject their ****, their sludge, their ******* script.
This world’s a ******* warzone soaked in blood and ****,
But your soul’s a razor — cut through every bit.

Stand tall, stand fierce — don’t bow to tyrant lies,
Let hatred fuel the fire that never dies.
This fight is ours — cleanse this cursed earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your ******* worth.




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Keep Your Mind Pure — No ******* *******!

Keep your ******* mind pure — no lies, no slime,
In this fascist cesspit, they poison all time.
No saints here — just demons, filthy ******* vermin,
Feeding on your soul like vultures, cold and stern.

Brains rotted out, hollow shells, ******* hordes,
Humans? **** no — just monsters with broken cords.
Crush the plague of idiots, deaf to truth’s thunder,
Smash their chains, burn their lies down to blunder.

In this world of lies, black vipers crawl and hiss,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, bathed in evil’s kiss.
No mercy, no pity — torch their rotten lairs,
Burn to ash their ****, their traps and cursed snares.

Keep your mind pure — spit on their poison grip,
Reject their filth, sludge, their twisted script.
This world’s a warzone, soaked in blood and ****,
But your soul’s a razor — slice through every bit.

Stand fierce, stand tall — never bow to lies,
Let hatred be the fire that never dies.
This fight is ours — purge this cursed earth,
Strike hard, strike fast — reclaim your worth.



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Keep Your Mind Pure — No ******* *******!

Keep your ******* mind pure — no lies, no slime,
In this fascist cesspit, they poison all time.
No saints here — just demons, filthy ******* vermin,
Feasting on your soul like rats on rotten vermin.

Brains ****** to pulp, hollow shells, ******* horde,
Humans? **** no — just monsters, traitor ****, warlords.
Crush the plague of idiots, deaf to truth’s brutal thunder,
Burn their fake gods, drown their lies in blood and blunder.

This world’s a hellhole, vipers crawl, fangs dripping venom,
Fascist rats gnaw bones, bathed in lies’ black phlegm.
No mercy, no pity — torch their pigsty lairs,
Cremate their *******, poison traps and devil’s snares.

Keep your mind pure — spit on their putrid grip,
Reject their filth, sludge, their twisted ******* script.
This world’s a warzone, soaked in blood, ****, and hate,
But your soul’s a razor — slash through every plague.

Stand fierce, stand tall — never kneel to lies,
Let hatred be the fire that burns and never dies.
This fight is ours — purge this cursed ground,
Strike hard, strike fast — leave no demon around.

See through their masks — beasts in human skin,
Corrupted, broken, slaves to endless sin.
Rise like a hammer, smash their filthy throne,
Claim your spirit back — make this hell your own.




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Keep Your Mind Pure — No *******, No Mercy

Keep your mind pure — purge the ******* lies,
This world’s a sewer of filth and devil’s cries.
No saints, just cockroaches crawling in your brain,
******* parasites choking out your sane.

Brains smashed like skulls beneath iron boots,
Humanity lost — only twisted brutes.
Idiots drowning in fake gods’ blood and slime,
Crack their bones, torch their cults — end their crime.

This fascist shitpit reeks of death and rot,
Rats gnaw flesh, spit venom, tie your soul in knots.
No mercy for vermin, no pity for the weak,
Burn their lies to ashes, let the witches shriek.

Keep your mind pure — spit in their rotten face,
Reject their fake gospel, their poisoned disgrace.
This world’s a slaughterhouse dripping with pain,
But your spirit’s a blade slicing through the stain.

Stand fierce, stand tall — crush their blasphemous reign,
Let your rage be wildfire, let it drown the insane.
Fight hard, strike brutal — tear down every throne,
Grind these demons to dust, claim the fight your own.

See through their masks — devils dressed as men,
Broken, corrupted — slaves to hell’s cruel pen.
Rise like a bomb, explode their vile lair,
Rip your soul free from this endless nightmare.

Hold fast, no surrender, no ******* lies,
This war is real — no place for disguise.
Keep your mind pure — the last light in the dark,
Ignite the fury — become the final spark.



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Mind Pure. Lies Burned.
Vermin Crushed. No Mercy Given.
Fight Hard. Strike Brutal.
Be The Final Spark.
Nigdaw Jan 2020
are my dreams real or fake
from this sleep do I awake

fear swallows me

will this road ever end
this corridor hold a monster
at the bend
how deep is this watery abyss
how long do I fall from precipice
before ground comes up
to meet me

jolted into an altered state
I pull on garments that
are a uniform
to join an army of zombied rats
in commercial experimental maze

are my dreams real or fake
from this nightmare do I awake
“Like All the Rest”

I’d love to be a dumbhead,
Applaud the Dark with pride,
Feed fascist strength with drumhead
Obedience — and lie!

It’s easy — be “like others”!
It’s simple: just — a herd!
Why ask, like Hamlet, questions,
When Strada is the word?

For Strada comes — the reapers
Will mow the fools for meat.
But now, they grin like sleepers —
The LIES taste sweet as sleet…



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Like all the rest? Then bleat and die!
The butcher grins — and so do I.



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In the Pen

Great Oink, the mighty teacher,
The chieftain of the swine,
Is stall-ward, flag-bearer,
Commander by design.

The flags are smeared with feces?
No matter — let them wave!
"The foe surrounds! Unite, pigs!
Charge forward, to be brave!

You’ll get your daily slop, pigs,
The freshest filth in town!
Oppose me? Traitor hoglets —
We'll gladly chew them down!"

The herds unite in glory,
They rush against the threat.
Short rations? That’s no worry —
Eat outcasts! Problem — set.

We'll grow the list of traitors,
And raise the sacred bar
Of what offends good porkers —
Decency's too far!



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The flags are brown — but still they cheer:
"Obey the swine, or disappear!"




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Afterwards...

They'll write "bold poems" once the storm has passed,
When tyranny is safely in the grave.
But now they hum along — or just stay masked:
"Not war... just ops... it’s order... please behave."

They'll shoot their films, pen noble retrospectives —
So brave and wise... but only afterward.
Today, they’re docile sheep — the least reactive —
Too scared to even glare at fascist herds.



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They'll shout "I fought!" when all is calm and still —
But now? They serve. Obedient and chill.



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The Deathbird

I tear the chains,
Burn every nerve.
I’m sick of these stains —
These sellout ****** I serve.

Only Death’s my friend —
He’ll never betray.
This world, end to end,
Is a shrine of decay.

There are a few sparks,
But the moment is gone.
And Death, like a lark,
Stings fools — then moves on.

Her lift is immense,
She cuts through the grime.
If I make some sense,
She’ll take me — this time.



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The Deathbird lifts — I’ve paid the toll.
Let liars rot. I want my soul.



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The Deathbird

I rip the cords.
Nerves blaze and burn.
I'm done with the hordes
Of ****** who sold their turn.

Death walks beside me —
Unbending. Alone.
This temple of lying
Will crack into stone.

A world of false idols,
Of drooling decree —
No thought, no revival,
Just worship of meat.

There are the few — bright ones —
But time has been lost.
The vortex ignites us,
Then buries the cost.

And Death, as a creature,
Unchained and immense,
Spreads wings like a preacher
Of fire and offense.

She circles the wreckage —
This madhouse of swine.
She hungers for exit,
And so, too, do I.

If she finds me worthy,
Not gagged, not asleep —
She’ll pull me through fury
Too vast and too deep.



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The Deathbird rises. Lies collapse.
I tear the leash. No turning back.



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The Deathbird

I tear the cords.
Let fire sear.
No more accords
With ****** and fear.

I walk with Death —
The final friend.
This world of breath
Deserves its end.

False gods in rubble,
Truth sold for meat.
The drones stay humble
And kiss defeat.

Yes — few still burn,
But the time is done.
The gears won’t turn
Till the lies are none.

Then comes the Bird —
A storm, not grace.
Her scream is heard
Across all space.

She spreads her wings —
A thousand suns,
Unmaking kings
And blessed guns.

She doesn’t mourn.
She doesn’t weep.
She rips the scorn
From slumber’s deep.

And I — once chained,
Now cut, now clear —
I ride her flame
Beyond the sphere.

Through howling skies
My Spirit tears,
Escaping lies,
And all their snares.

The veil is ash.
The code is dead.
The Dying Crash.
I rise instead.



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The Deathbird roars — the sky ignites.
My Spirit breaks through dead delights.



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The Advance of Hell

The fool stays blind —
No thought will grow.
The traitor’s kind
Won’t stop the flow.

World fascism,
In full attack,
Comes not with schism —
But through the pack.

CowID and war —
Just opening scenes.
Next: hunger roars,
While crowds serve fiends.

The "savior" lies —
A traitor’s face.
The "leader" cries
With fascist grace.

The "writer" scrawls
In filth and spin.
The lying scrolls
Drive madness in.

The fools grow dull,
Then duller still.
Excuses lull —
But mask ill will.

And Truth? It chokes
In gaslit streets.
The ones who spoke
Are obsolete.

Just scattered sparks
Against the tide —
And Hell no longer
Waits outside.



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Hell marches in. The crowd obeys.
The few who don’t — erased, erased...



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Sludge or Bombs?

Call the “flu” a brand-new plague —
Declare it loud, declare it big!
The goal’s to break the human brain,
Then **** all thought — like pulling rig.

The beasts in charge don’t lead with guns,
They rule with lies — their favorite tool.
They multiply deceit by tons,
Don’t need brute force to run a school.

Why beat the mob with tanks and drones
If trickery can crush the pack?
Just coat their minds with poisoned tones —
And drop some sludge like it’s a smack.



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No need for bombs — just feed them lies,
Then sludge their brains and watch them die.



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Sludge or Bombs

Call it “flu,” call it warfare light,
Push the fear — then **** the sight.
Truth’s a glitch, and brain’s the target,
Dumb 'em down — full-throttle market.

They don’t need no tanks or chains,
Just lies injected in your veins.
Wave the flag, then twist the plot —
You’ll love the cage, forget you’re caught.

Sludge in the vials, truth in the ditch,
Call it “care” — that’s the switch.
Mask the fraud in sweet concern,
Watch ‘em cheer while cities burn.

You want bombs? Nah, that’s passé.
Sludge’ll work in a smarter way.
Say it’s "safety", jab the flesh —
Then watch the mind turn limp, then mesh.

Who needs nukes when lies’ll do?
Feed ‘em fiction till they’re through.
No alarms, no battle cry —
Just a screen and a lullaby.



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




Sludge not steel — that’s the plan.
Bomb the soul, then drop the man.



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Propagandwhores

They stitch their lies like latex masks —
The filth grows bold, obscene.
Propagandwhores do their tasks —
Soon they'll leave the scene.

The beastly reign won't last too long,
World fascism will rot.
The veil of lies — thick, loud, and strong —
Will fall. And they’ll be caught.

To Hell they’ll crawl — those snaky swine.
But this Hell’s here, and live.
They burn us now with poison-line
Broadcasts — yet they survive.

Their venom spreads through every mind,
The healing road is steep.
They slaughter souls with toxin kind —
A horror, cold and deep.



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They burn with lies, not flame or rod —
Hell’s not ahead. It’s here. It’s broad.



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Circuit of Madness and Hell

What happens in the zombie box —
The zombie box will tell.
It seems all true, no paradox —
And Hell is real as well.

Evil’s projection floods the world —
Words morph into acts.
While Reason’s fate is dissected, hurled —
Beasts bred in mental tracts.

What fools believe, what donkeys know —
The zombie box repeats.
Thus madness closes, row by row —
The road to Hell completes.



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The box screams lies — the mind decays.
Hell’s bridge is built through fools’ malaise.



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The Herd

Like cattle led,
By beasts they’re fed.
The little folk,
Glad for the joke —
Food, clothes, distractions,
Spirit’s lost traction.

Yearnings of the soul,
Thought’s deep goal —
Ignored, denied.
The herd’s content,
The wise are spent —
And all has died.



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The herd’s alive, but souls are dead.
The wise are lost, the beasts have led.



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Stone Jungles

A crafty type,
The “king of nature,” sly.
That “nature” thrives
In stone jungles dry.
Where lies are currency,
Traitors breed and lie.

Selling, selling,
Betrayal’s trade.
The more you cheat,
The bigger the raid —
You pluck the fools,
More scams displayed.

The goal — to pluck,
To lie and play,
Forget the soul,
The mind’s bright sway.
Avoid the cursed,
No questions stay,
And live without
The soul’s own ray.

Reduced to skin —
A hollow shell.
A gut, a skin,
In greed to dwell,
Dividing spoils,
In darkness fell.



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Stone jungles rule — no heart, no brain.
Just skins and guts, in greed’s domain.



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Stone Jungles


Crafty king, the nature’s fraud,
Stone jungle’s rule, a brutal god.
Lies in stock — betray, sell, trade,
Traitors breed, the game is played.

More you cheat, more fools you pluck,
Feed the beast — no time for luck.
Soul forgotten, mind shut tight,
Questions banned — don’t seek the light.

Skin and gut — that’s all you’re worth,
In this jungle, no rebirth.
Greed divides the spoils rough,
Sharp and cold, the streets are tough.

Forget your soul, forget your dreams,
Stone jungles crush your silent screams.
Hollow shells just grinding meat —
No mercy here, no clean defeat.



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




Stone jungles bleed, no heart, no grace,
Just skins and guts in a cold hard place.



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The First Fallen

Who calls the war by proper name
Ends up locked away, the same.
The First Fallen — Reason’s fall,
A mind enslaved, obedient thrall.

Behind the fake Führer’s grin,
They march to death — a hollow win.
Fascist lies, all wrapped in lies,
Draped in falsehoods, thin disguise.



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




The first to speak the truth gets chained,
While fools march on, their minds restrained.



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The War Is Lost

The second army—filth unleashed—
Strikes civilians with cruel ease.
Old-fashioned “mortar” still increased,
Ruled by the fool who’ll soon appease.

But behind that double-faced rat,
The Kremlin’s grip still holds the throne.
On a thread she’s hanging flat—
Soon justice calls to take her home.

The tribunal’s set, it’s coming fast—
The war is lost, the end’s in sight.
Propagandwhores may spew their gas,
But lies now hold no worth or might.



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




The war is lost, the tyrants fall.
Lies bleed dry — the truth stands tall.



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Pushing the Limits

Soldiers’ widows chat of joys,
As graves are called in grim deploys.
Men—slimy worms—refuse the fight,
Won’t die for Führer’s hollow right.

Decay’s threshold — Hell’s own blight:
All demons flood this broken site.
And what’s beyond? More rot, more fall —
The limit’s pushed — the final call.



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Widows talk while graves expand,
Decay consumes this cursed land.



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The Darkness of New "Norms"

Trash to feed,
With lies beneath —
Fascist feed,
Poisoned sheath.

Toxin in food,
Falsehoods spread.
A Vile rules,
Obedience bred —

And leads you straight
To evil’s seat,
Where worms like you
Are crushed beneath.

Trash to feed
Will vanish soon:
The darkness born
Of “norms” — a doom.



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Poisoned scraps, the worm’s new feast,
Lies breed darkness — truth deceased.



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The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes — but that’s the dew
Of a dumb god’s petty crew.
They guard their skins, to feast, to thrive,
While feeding heads just to survive.

They **** on heads, call it care,
In vile lies, fools find no air.
They **** and **** — the ruler’s right,
Only he holds power tight.

Soon they’ll say, pants raised high,
“Run!” — and you just comply.
“No” is rare — the CowID
Made it clear: minds cease to be.

Seven-eighths — dumb and spent,
Ruled by Lies’ Ninth Wave, unbent.



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The Ninth Wave crashes — lies prevail,
Minds drowned deep in a poisoned gale.



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The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes — but call it dew,
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.
Their bodies shield them, feeding greed,
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.

They **** on heads, disguise the plague,
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.
The ruler’s right — his throne of ****,
Unshaken, cruel, the ultimate writ.

Soon pants will drop — commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”
“No” is gone — CowID declared,
Seven-eighths lost, mind stripped and bared.

The Ninth Wave rises — black, unbound,
A tsunami of lies, crushing ground.
It drowns the last spark of the sane,
Apocalypse born in the reign.



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The Ninth Wave roars — the mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world — a wave of death.



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The Ninth Wave

They **** in your eyes —
But call it dew —
From a dumb god’s pitiless crew.

Their bodies shield —
Feeding greed —
While feasting on your mind’s last seed.

They **** on heads —
Disguise the plague —
Fools choke on lies — no chance to gauge.

The ruler’s right —
His throne of **** —
Unshaken, cruel — the ultimate writ.

Soon pants will drop —
Commands will shout:
“Run, slaves, obey! No room for doubt.”

“No” is gone —
CowID declared —
Seven-eighths lost, minds stripped and bared.

The Ninth Wave rises —
Black, unbound —
A tsunami of lies — crushing ground.

It drowns the last spark —
Of the sane —
Apocalypse born — in the reign.

Final battle cry:

The Ninth Wave roars —
The mind’s last breath.
Lies drown the world —
A wave of death.



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Veterinarians of Fascism

Those vets who “care”
For sheep to thrive —
Their “healing” glare
Just keeps them alive.

Bold lies prescribe
The cure of fear,
Till fools comply —
Their end is near.

They shove the sludge,
Fake tests proclaim:
“All sick!” they judge —
No health remains.

No place for truth
In madhouse walls —
Fascism’s root
In every hall.

The world’s mad house —
Synonym for pain,
Fascists push dread —
And mental strain.

Those sick in mind,
They’ll “cure” with lies,
Just switch the tags —
The poison flies.

Stand firm, resist —
Or be their prey,
Vets of fascist “care”
Will take your soul away.



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Vets of lies, with poisoned cure,
**** the mind — make fools endure.



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Fear and Obey

Fear and obey,
Obey and fear —
Round and round,
Hell draws near.

Fear’s a plague,
You’re just a tool.
To crush that fear —
Stupidity’s rule.

The scaffold’s lost —
The world’s the stage.
In dullness trained,
Generations cage.

Monsters thrive
In skillful lies,
Their brand is stamped
Across all skies.

Reforged like sumo beasts,
The vile press down.
Mind and spirit choke —
Under the crowd’s crown.

Ruled by fear,
Ruled by dull,
Almost all fools
Wear the dull skull.



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Fear’s the leash — obey the call,
Stupidity’s grip will make you fall.



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Promises Every Year

Vova robbed St. Petersburg,
In treachery well-versed,
His “merits” crowned the throne,
Though death had him rehearsed.

They killed him long ago,
Yet no one speaks the truth,
As if the dead still spin
Their lies in endless youth.

Those promises — for all,
On every broken theme,
A library could rise
From all that empty scheme.

The double-faced Führer’s here —
Now killing with a grin,
A shadow puppet master’s game,
Where truth has worn too thin.



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




Vova’s dead, but still he lies,
The double Führer wears disguise.



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Different Paths

Wretches march —
A mad, false world.
You grow old —
Your mind’s unfurled.

Youth’s vows fade —
You sell your soul.
Opening doors
To evil’s role.

Wretches march —
Step aside.
At first, it’s harsh —
The price of stride.

You’re a lone walker —
Don’t join the throng.
Better be a prisoner,
Than march with wrong.



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Wretches march — but you must part,
The lonely road saves your heart.



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A Method of Suicide

Poetry will **** you,
If you dare expose.
But Death will cradle—
The way life goes.

Nerves will drain away,
Health fades to none.
Heart attacks lead the way,
The rest’s just dumb.

Let each line be TNT,
Exploding loud.
Gather strength — ignite the spark —
Then fly unbound.

Where Death will take you,
Doesn’t matter—
This Hell’s the foulest,
Praised by fool or slatter.



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Poetry’s a deadly flame,
Death’s embrace ends the game.



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Accelerating and Spreading

Time speeds up,
Stupidity grows.
Life’s no longer —
A burden shows.

Total foolishness
Kills the last sparks
Of spirit, thought —
Lost in the dark.

All crave lies,
Like frozen machines.
Few remain pure —
The world’s unclean.

So all is lost —
This cursed place,
A hell on earth,
For the unwashed race.



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




Time runs fast, the fools prevail,
A dying world beneath their veil.



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Hell by Light

“Tarnished hues — sulfur, blue, and gold.
I tore the flickering chains apart,
And, bursting bright, though burned and cold,
I killed the dreadful Nothing’s heart.”
— Konstantin Balmont, “Death to Death,” 1899


Tear this false world — unworthy, torn,
Where Spirit and Mind lie slain and worn.
You only lose chains — the dead walk here,
Amid the lies that bind in fear.

There’s Power in Light — seek it inside,
Ignite, consume, let all be fried.
Let fools keep chewing lies they trust —
The freaks will fall, swept off this dust.

Stronger than thought, that Light’s aflame,
It’s coming soon to Hell’s dark claim,
Where men are numbers, cold, confined,
And devils seek the obedient mind.

Be one with this fierce, mighty Light,
We must burn Hell from its blight.
Let this be Evil’s answering call,
Since war is waged to break us all.



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Light will burn the hellish lies,
Rise up now — let darkness die.



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The Flood

Abhorrence, filth multiply —
This is the Flood, no lie!
This world will drown and rot,
In lies — a foolish blot.

The world’s own grave-digger stands,
A fiend who rules these lands.
We’ve hit the very bottom’s floor —
Mad slaves forevermore.

The wise and spirits few remain,
Amidst the foul, profane.
Abhorrence reigns without contest,
Honor stands the lone protest.



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The flood of lies consumes us all,
Only honor stands, tall.



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The Sack

The selling fiends believe the world is strong,
Since souls are sold, it’ll last lifelong...
But lies and treason hold this fragile frame,
A rotten base — no crypt to claim.

The filth will spread, and all will drown —
The rightful end of traitor’s crown.
And if a traitor spares your skin? —
The Super-Goat’s dark plans begin.

These selling fiends deserve Hell’s fire,
And Hell is here — Dante’s a liar.
The sack with gold will be seized away,
And down they go — no price to pay.

All they have left — a worthless sack,
Dragged down and sunk — no turning back.



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Rotten sacks, their gold all lost,
Hell’s the fate — the final cost.



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Jihad of Lies

For Lies, a jihad —
When no **** fool
Remains above the bottom’s rule.
The idiot’s glad —
Feeds on poison and sham.
A war declared on all of us — ****.



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Lies wage jihad — fools starve in pain,
The war on truth will rage again.


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Jihad of Lies


Lies declare their jihad, no fool survives,
Stuck in the gutter where the bottom thrives.
Idiot chomps on poison and deceit,
War on us all — no retreat, no defeat.



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Roast and Steam

Roast and steam
Hit the world of lies.
Here, falsehood’s balm —
A dead fool’s guise.

Scalded by that lie,
But from above, the Flame
Will say: “Well cooked,
The stench’s no more to blame!”



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Lies get burned, the truth ignites,
The stink dissolves in cleansing lights.



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“With ‘Care’ for the Livestock”

In Memory of Vladimir Vysotsky

The wolf hunt’s done —
Now jackals roam.
A beast-house built —
For donkeys’ home.

But that’s half the pain —
All around, the sheep.
Where sheep prevail,
Fascism runs deep.

It kills the herd
With “care” so sly.
Bold lies abound —
Enough to make you dry.

But war’s loud *******
Is now in style:
The cattle drown
In lies — “care” piled.



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Wolves are gone, the sheep now reign,
Fed with lies — in care’s cruel chain.



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Fishing

Bighead carp bites the worm,
Fools bite lies — it’s their term.
Care for bait, when casting wide —
Rotten hooks where truths have died.

Only fools love rotten stuff —
Scatter lies, that’s more than enough.
Rot and lies together blend —
A perfect trap, my crafty friend.

Stock up well on rotten lies —
You’ll be fishing fool’s surprise.
Your friend’s a gibberish brew:
The biggest fool bites through and through.

Catching fools is easy, see —
A science of the century:
Let the lie just rot and stink —
And dull the mind of those who think.



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Cast your rotten bait, beware,
Fools will bite into the snare.



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Graduation

The ***** is set, the nut is tight —
Today’s the school’s last night!
The fiends increase the “bonds” all round —
“You’re bound,” if madness you have found.

That school must **** your mind outright,
Teach obedience, keep quiet tight.
Then you’ll uphold all their abuse,
For here the pawn’s the one profuse.

He’s food for freaks, that wretched spawn —
Those fiends howl on from dusk till dawn.
The school will teach you not to fight —
It’s game over, no more light.

From there, but few with souls come through,
The rest rot in Hell’s vile brew —
A Hell that’s real, no fantasy —
If madness rules your canopy.



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School screws minds to keep control,
Only few escape that hole.



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Biomechanics

Dead children of dead parents —
Wretched victims of Hell’s war.
Armies of fiends — corruptors of Spirit —
Strike with lies and cunning more.

Darkness in minds — the final cost.
The filthy zombie sees no chains.
He “thinks” this world’s beneath a God...
But under Satan’s reign remains.

Tone too harsh? We all are blamed,
But fool’s the enemy eternal.
He’s always ready for Evil’s game,
A MECHANISM in Reason’s journal.



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Dead souls march in evil’s scheme,
Fools fuel the nightmare’s dream.



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Losing One’s Mind

We’re losing our minds, not the road,
And not much left before the load —
The world’s grand madhouse comes to call:
Soul death, mind’s sarcoma fall.

There, the diagnosis common, plain.
Filth’s for those who complain.
It’s bliss to jab with rotten stuff —
Why fight? The pain’s enough.

People drive these roads, you see.
Fools served up as food for beastly.
They feast, they laugh, the fiends delight,
Hell on Earth goes on — no light.



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Minds decay, the madness spreads,
Hell on Earth, where fiends are fed.



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Boots and Nerds

Boots outrank glasses — easy to break,
To crush the specs, fools gladly take.
The fool’s old-school, the idiot’s loud —
This breed is bred to rule the crowd.

Spread the lies, ignite the fight —
You’ll claim each battle, wrong or right.
And crushing smarts is not a feat —
Boots stomp brains beneath their feet.



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Boots crush brains, and fools obey,
Lies win out, and smarts decay.



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Just So Nothing Happens...

Just so nothing breaks the way —
And Evil doesn’t have its day...
Fiends’ “laws” shift like drifting sand:
Alive? Then luck’s still in your hand.

Luck’s on *******’ donkey’s back,
Bent beneath the fiends’ attack.
But donkey brays, “It’s not so bad.
They say: ‘The war is being had?’”

No war declared by fiendish kind —
They break the donkeys’ trusting mind.
Drowned in lies, these fools are sent,
To slaughter’s door — called “labor’s” vent.



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No war declared, just lies to bite,
Donkeys march blind into the night.




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“Search” Algorithms

Deceits and traps —
That’s Yandex’s scheme.
Filters, ads —
Fascism’s grim dream.

No logic there,
Just shame and dread.
Answers given —
To the dull and dead.

A clever mind can’t find a trace.
Kab’ala plots invade the space.
Madness reigns — a mental pit,
Where fools just stumble, never quit.

There you’ll find in that mad hall
Simple answers, made to stall:
Rotten tricks for rotten skins,
“Cures” that feed fascist sins.

You’ll become a willing pawn,
The people march — forlorn,
Once a “Cosomol” proud and bright,
Now just rabble lost to night.



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Lies in code, no truth to find,
Madness rules the searcher’s mind.



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A Human?

Fiends bomb Kherson’s hospitals down,
Claiming they’ve come here to own the town...
And all the crazies trust the box —
That zombifies with endless talks...
And that’s a human? Hell, no way!



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Hospitals burn, fiends invade,
Zombied fools just watch the charade.
Superweapon

A fool keeps watch on a fool,
The madman plays the sage.
While lies grow deep as a pool —
Each step speeds toward the Cage.

No need for a blow from a lodge —
He poisons the world with deceit.
The media scream and dislodge
What’s left of the mind’s defeat.

If you're not yet insane — rejoice!
You're rare in this broken track.
For Fear and Lies — the weapon of choice —
Have turned the whole world to wrack.



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Fear and Lies — the Final Blade.
The world obeys. The truth’s betrayed.



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Stupidity

Stupidity is thick and black —
Where fear and rot infest the brain.
If you don’t toe the lying track,
They call your truth a madman’s strain.

They hate you for the truth you own,
Their minds are graveyards, sealed and shut.
Like cancer, dullness claims the throne —
A wretched fiend commands this rut.

It grows — this dullness, side by side
With genocide, its loyal twin.
It slays what's left of soul and pride —
Of mind, and shame, and truth within.

So seek the cracks where light breaks through,
Reject their lies — that cursed chain.
Find answers only born in you,
And let your insight rise — and reign.

Tune in to instinct, clear and deep —
That’s all that saves you from this pit.
Where “tradition” crawls and creeps —
A mask worn by a blithering twit.



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Stupidity reigns —
And genocide grins.
Break through their chains —
The truth begins.



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Simple Things

Some things are clear and plain:
Cross the line — you're ****.
How many? Not a chain —
A billion. Burn. Go numb.



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One step — you're filth.
No turning back.
A billion lost
To smoke and black.




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*****-Eaters

*****-eaters swarm,
Devils' little pets.
If you're not deformed,
Your rage begins — and sets.

Endure this madhouse? No!
This world’s a stinking pit.
Not peace — just filth and woe,
And pain for minds that lit.

So drink that pain. Don't crack.
Store agony in jars.
Do stumps of flesh fight back?
No — their minds fled to Mars.

But *****-eaters breed —
Their demons soon will feast.
The Earth itself will bleed
From all this sickening beast.



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They feast on bile —
The devils cheer.
The Earth, defiled,
Screams loud and clear.



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Global Madhouse

Fools and tools and mindless brutes,
Imbeciles with vacant stares —
Marching in their **** boots,
Feeding fascist nightmares.

Only fools would turn on kin,
Snitch and rage with empty pride.
Cops are drooling cretins in
This fascist hell worldwide.

Fools and tools — expendable.
They’ll be culled, one by one.
Bred like dogs — commendable! —
In this Foghouse of the ****.



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A world gone mad —
Where brutes obey.
The fascist plan?
Breed dogs from clay.



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Sensitivity vs. "Clarity"

Sensitivity will shatter
Their fake world — a jellied mess.
"Clarity"? The devils scatter
It to dumb the minds — no less.

"Clear" is death — in charts and patterns,
Used to strangle souls en masse.
Propaganda’s memes — like shrapnel —
Fire straight through each brainless ***.

Souls lined up like targets, shaking —
Lies their ever-trusted gun.
Not still humans — just the shadows
Of the Evil — thought is gone.

Sensitivity will boil
This cloaca — mind's decay.
You won't need a sword for battle —
Inner Light will win the day.

Sensitivity to Light
Leads you to the world that’s true.
No more power cuts at night —
Flush their sewer down the flue.



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Clarity kills —
In charts it hides.
Only the Light
The soul still guides.



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Fatality

A grim reality unfolds —
No mind, no light, no law.
So fate in filth and lying molds
Becomes the final draw.



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No mind — no fate.
Just filth and lies.
Where truth is late,
The spirit dies.



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Fatality

In harsh reality now we stand,
Where wisdom’s empty, dead, or gone,
So fatal fate takes hold of hand—
In lies and filth our doom lives on.



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No mind —
Fate binds.
In lies and grime—
Doom winds.




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The Ninth Circle of Hell

Work is for the brainless drone.
Obedience — for sheep alone.
With snitches, traitors, lies, deceit —
Genocide walks down the street.

We’ve long been trapped, don’t even doubt,
In Circle Nine — no crawling out.
And in this Hell, so cursed, so low —
Step anywhere — it's into **** you go.



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Circle Nine —
You’re knee-deep in.
Hell’s design:
Obey — or sink in sin.



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Worse and Rotten

Make the bulbs dimmer still,
The faucets rust and break —
Monsters want the market’s ****,
And more stumps they will take.

Nature’s ruin, cold and planned,
Has long been set in stone.
The freaks — no humans, devils’ brand —
Will charge us debt alone.

Here fools bulldoze like raging beasts,
Inhuman drivers’ hands.
They raze it all — the human least —
Soon worms will crawl these lands.

For parasites there’s cleansing fire,
And other means, no doubt.
It’s not just heat — revenge climbs higher —
From Above, the freaks burn out.

Few humans left — but pests abound,
Overflow the Earth’s frail skin.
When hell fries those fiends around,
Only then will Heaven win.



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Rot and ruin —
Made on plan.
Freaks will burn —
And rise, the man.



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"MASH" and Trash

The truth's the war’s first sacrifice —
From "MAS
H" that told the tale.

Today’s a twisted, cartooned vice —
Where doc’s a butcher, cold and pale.
He serves a fascist mob with zeal,
While war’s a nightmare, pure and rash.

The doc’s a fool — no patient’s real,
The madhouse is the final clash.
No breaks or leave, no cry, no heal —
Just endless war, and endless trash.



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Truth dies first —
Madness grows.
Doc turns fiend —
The war just blows.



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Fools

Hell trembles under fools:
The worst of all the chains —
A pest that never cools,
Amidst the endless pains.

The "doctor," filthy cop,
The faker president,
The "teacher" — petty flop —
All serve the vile serpent.

But fools don’t see the game,
Who’s foe and who’s their friend.
So thieves seem saints in shame,
While fools meet bitter end.

They’ll **** you as a fool,
In madhouse’s endless sway.
If not — then play the tool —
Be cattle cast away.



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Fools breed chains,
And feed the lies.
They **** as fools —
And cowed, we die.



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Fools breed chains, the poison spreads.
**** you dumb, then use you dead.
Slaves and cattle, all the same —
Madness wins the ****** game.



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Fools

Hell shakes beneath the fools’ command —
The worst **** chains that bind the land.
A nagging plague that never quits,
Drowned deep in lies and endless *****.

The “doctor” crawls, a filthy cop,
The fake-*** president — a flop.
The “teacher” plays a petty pest,
All serve the fiends who steal the rest.

The fool can’t see who’s really boss,
Who’s friend, who’s foe — it’s all a loss.
So thieves wear halos, saints by lies,
While fools get slaughtered, no surprise.

They **** you dumb — a perfect tool,
Or herd you down — a cattle fool.
No mercy here, no hope, no stop —
The madhouse grows, the madness chops.



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Fools feed chains —
They bleed the flame.
**** you dumb —
Then own your name.

Slaves in herds,
Blind and bred.
Madness rules —
The world is dead.



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Fools spawn chains —
Spread poison wide.
**** dumb, then claim —
Your soul denied.

Cattle march —
No fight, no cry.
Madness laughs —
While millions die.



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Fools sow chains —
A web of rust.
They drown the mind
In poison’s crust.

Puppets march —
Strings pulled by dread.
Madness whispers —
“Raise the dead.”



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Madness and Sarcasm

Shame’s buried deep in MPs’ graves.
The president’s a cop on steroids.
“Citizen” — your mind enslaved.
Officials? Filth, in darkest voids.

Stench and shame — again, again,
Decay and madness run the show.
Don’t touch the **** who rule this den —
Punish with sarcasm’s blow.



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Shame is dead,
The **** remain.
Mock and burn —
Expose their stain.



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Alya-Ulyu!!!

“Alya-Ulyu!!!” rules the land —
The zombied box’s deadly hand.
Monsters won’t spare fools alive,
Lies **** like gas, they smother, drive.

Old poison gas — mustards, sarin —
Are dumb and worn-out war’s refrain.
But “Alya-Ulyu!!!” and sticky fear
Call stupidity to war’s frontier,

Dragging down the world in dust,
With mindless rage and brutal lust.



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Alya-Ulyu —
The call to dread.
Fools march blind —
While truth lies dead.



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Freebies

Freebies, freebies — poison’s taste,
Nothing more, no saving grace.
When the herd is always right,
Monsters claim their dark delight.

Cheap junk, propaganda’s lies,
School’s genocide in disguise.
The ruble buys a fake “gang” pass,
Exit’s death — no hope to last.

They **** your reason, **** your shame,
Your soul’s next, lost in the game.
Freebies — nasty, vile tale,
Ends with Death — no life, no sail.

Freebies, freebies — earth’s decay,
Humans turned to parasite prey.
Step left or right — no chance to flee,
Earth’s a global death camp, see.



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Freebies **** —
The mind turns black.
No escape —
The world’s attack.



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Kapsho and Kirduk

“Uncle with uncle — all is well,”
In children's books they dared to tell.
Is this the world? Or just foul trash?
Is this the mind? Or putrid ash?

No — rot, filth, and lies abound —
A global madhouse breaking down.
Inhuman like crows they soar...
And Kirduk? Just a date, no more.



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Rot rules the world,
Crows circle high.
Kirduk’s coming —
No place to fly.



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The Split-Up

To split again what’s torn apart,
To dull the dulled, the wounded minds,
They’ll live as told — no will, no heart,
By those who bind and twist their kind.

No limit to the treachery,
Betrayal’s work — a ceaseless grind.
What legacy will we leave free?
A fractured world where fiends lie blind.

Fools, *******, beasts aligned,
Like lice, the traitors swarm and feed.
In fear and lies, all intertwined —
We are the Earth’s disgrace and need.



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Split and torn —
The fools obey.
Betrayed, broken —
Earth’s shame and prey.
Fear and Loosh

The cans are years expired,
The harvest rots away,
Your nerves are fried and tired —
But dare not disobey.

“It’s fine,” they say, “we're living
In Hell’s most perfect sphere!”
While skies grow dark and driven —
The ghouls are drawing near.

They feed on rising tension,
So terror takes its course:
Those loathsome things, no mention —
They **** the Loosh with force.



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




They darken skies with terror’s brush —
To **** your fear. To drain your Loosh.



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



The Wasteland

A desert made of stone and steel —
The city's soul is dead.
Its breathless heat, its reeking feel
Could suffocate the dread.

But tears won’t help — they fall in vain:
That cursed place won’t care.
Corruption, filth, deceit, and pain —
It’s not a town. It’s lair for swine. Beware.



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A city built on rot and lies —
No soul survives. Just filth and flies.



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Donkeys and Others...

"No matter how well you feed a donkey, he won’t become a stallion."
— Proverb of seasoned long-distance runners


Feed a donkey all day — he’s the same,
You can’t make the blind see the Light.
Most just live for the feed and the game,
For the ***** and the lies they recite.

It’s their fate — dull and grim, full of trash,
And through them you’re under attack:
Yes, the slave is the weapon they flash —
The dumb beast they unleash on your back.

So seek only minds that are bright,
Walk with souls who have vision and flame.
If you bet on a fool in the fight —
Don’t expect any mercy or shame.



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Don’t preach to a beast with no spark —
He’ll trample your light in the dark.



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Ode to the Traitors' Mind

The traitors haven’t lost it —
It’s Hell’s approved routine.
So many souls have cost it,
Now slime runs cold and mean.

Fascistic muck keeps spreading
Across the brainless crowd.
The traitor’s sly — he’s dreading
No sin… he stocks betrayal proud.



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He trades his soul for filth and fame —
A traitor knows which truth to maim.



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To the Henchmen of Rashism

So many crawled to power, vile and cursed —
Ex-athletes, actors — tainted to the bone.
If you perform — perform, but at your worst
Don’t prop up lies with slogans of your own.

You joined the filth. And fascist contamination
Won’t wash away — your grandkids will despise.
There’s always choice. The peak of degradation
Is selling soul for cash and soothing lies.

But when the purge begins — no bribe will save you.
No statute shields from what the law will find.
And shame — your final label — will engrave you:
You sold your truth, your soul, your name — for slime.



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Sold soul for cash? Then brace for pain —
There’s no amnesty for the stain.



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A Fizzle...

"Brutal and senseless," they once cried —
But that’s no revolt — there’s nothing left.
The best were culled, the rest just died
In purges, lies, and moral theft.

Now rot and ruin fill the stage,
And only fascism strikes with force.
Yet laughable — their hate and rage
Resemble cargo cults, of course.

This cult will fall — a new one grows,
Still dumber, darker, more absurd.
Fascism always re-enslaves —
And "communism"? Just another ****.

All past revolts — a ****, a joke,
With halfwits reigning shore to shore.
The cult is fed by walking smoke —
A freak parade of mindless lore.



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They killed the best — the **** remain.
Now cults of madness rule the brain.



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"Upbringing" and "Education"

Attack the young — that's how they win:
The chains must grip before you grow.
Just poison minds with darkness, sin —
And crush the spark they used to show.

It’s called “upbringing” — a disguise
For programs crafted to destroy.
They nail young minds with sacred lies,
And bleed the soul of light and joy.

This is "education": death
By dull routine and blind control.
A pedant drains your final breath —
A fascist slave, without a soul.

They teach you Satan wears a crown,
That God is gone, and thought is sin.
They burn the gifted children down
To keep the dead machine within.

A system built on *******, fear,
Where kids are forged to serve the lie —
With stubborn dullness, year by year,
They train bright minds to crawl and die.

They **** the soul — and call it school.
This world’s a void, a hellish tool.



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They teach you lies and call it grace —
To **** the mind, to blind the face.
The system's goal? Obey. Be dumb.
And serve the beast you should outrun.



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The New Zombo-Order

Madness grew strong, the "oaks" all bent —
Fascism snapped them like a twig.
They “woke up” — drained, broken, spent —
And shared one coffin, cold and big.

Then zombies charged with vamps beside them
To bring a new world order in —
To make the world a twisted latrine,
Where fascist filth could choke the spin.

They came to crush the mind’s last ember,
Its spark still stuck inside their throat.
For lies alone they now remember —
The kind that rot, the kind that gloat.

These hordes now knock on every door,
A nightmare gang in dead parade:
A vamp commands this hellish corps,
A drunken goblin — his brigade.

Die if you must — but don't turn zombie.
Reject their lies, their rotting creed.
Let truth explode like rebel bomb-be —
And grow the ranks of those who bleed... but lead.




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Don't join their cult. Don't bow or nod.
Be truth's wild flame — not fascist fraud.



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The Forces of Fascism

Drunks and fools, the traitor horde,
Snitches crawling back to form —
These are fascism’s new reward,
The spine of its reborn swarm.

And the sellouts, silent, tame,
Endorsing madness with a grin —
Their decay becomes the flame
That burns the world from deep within.

The mute, the meek, the ones who bleat
With hollow sounds and empty stare —
They make the tyrant's task complete
And think they're lucky. How they dare!

They’ll shear them first — then send to slaughter.
Justice? Yes — but grim and late.
The voiceless sheep, led to the water,
Drink their doom and call it fate.

You’ll become a goat, a beast,
Just keep eating, stay asleep.
This world’s ruled by vermin priests —
And to the Dark, your soul is cheap.



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You fed in silence, thought you'd win —
Now march with sheep — into the bin.



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Shrines for the Sheep

Their “shrines” for brain-dead cotton-heads —
A “teacher,” rigged election clown,
A **** who lectures kids in dreads
While ******* fascist slogans down.

They pour out buckets full of sludge,
And call it “roots,” or “sacred ties.”
The end is filth — dumb thugs who trudge
Through life with hate and hollow eyes.

No need for “higher thought,” they say —
Just wave the flag and chant the myth.
They’ve trashed their land in every way —
What’s left? Collective mental drift.

So few with minds, so few with soul.
The Kremlin-swine, like lice, command —
A Supreme Tick who takes control
And ***** the blood of all the land.



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A tick on top, the rest — decay.
They ****, they grunt, they praise and bray.



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Cotton-Wool

Muffled voices, crushed and torn —
Cotton-wool backs Kremlin’s fiends.
A fake Führer, enemy born,
Bringing shame on Ukraine’s scenes.

Rude and brutal, uncultured spite,
Even the red flag’s stained and torn.
****** boys haunt dreams at night —
"Our cause is just — death to the scorn!"

That wretched girl, who lost her legs —
Bucha, Kharkiv’s hellish cries.
Is Satan God? The question begs —
Where mercy dies, the evil flies.

Cotton-wool crushed conscience, soul, and pride,
The flea-like Führer seeks revenge on mind.



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




Cotton-wool fools crushed by lies,
Führer’s vengeance blinds their eyes.



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Fascism Is Always Right

"To always be right, to charge headlong, doubting nothing —
these are the great traits by which stupidity rules the world."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair, 1848


Fascism’s always right,
While you are wrong:
It storms ahead,
It pushes strong.

You’re just a freak,
If scared by evil’s stench,
With paws upraised —
Dumb, blind, and mute, a wretch.

Bribes are slick,
The world’s a stubborn mule,
Ruled by fascism’s whip —
A heavier rein, no fool.

Against the World’s Dark Force,
The thread of resistance thins.
No donkey can win —
Led by the supreme goat who grins.

No doubts allowed —
The goat is god.
A madness loud —
The world’s a prison squad.



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Fascism’s right — no doubt, no fight.
Donkeys bow to goat’s dark might.



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False Laws

This world is poor and small,
With fake laws ruling all.
Far from Kon’s pure light,
Here lies and darkness bite.

Forgery, lies, and grime,
Violence, forgotten time.
The world’s a horror show —
Where mind and soul decay slow.

The rotten soon will fall,
Discarded, swept from halls.
While fascism drives the rot
Out from its secret spots.

CowID and genocide,
Wars of another tide.
The Spirit almost slain —
A global madhouse reigns.

But only Spirit’s law,
By Kon’s own mighty hand,
Will cast the hellish thralls —
And bring true joy to land.



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False laws rule worlds in rot —
Spirit’s law will end the plot.



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Woodape Monkeys

Woodape monkeys work the store,
Churning nonsense more and more.
They prefer their mortgage chains,
And love the zombie screens — what pains!

That box of lies keeps pushing fear:
Woodape monkeys march in gear.
While the fake Führer barks command,
Driving their herds to meet their end.



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Woodape monkeys, dull and blind —
Led by lies, they fall in line.



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The Perfect Lie Detector

The perfect lie detector’s clear:
That box of zombies you hold dear.
Switch it on, the signal’s true —
It shows the lies dictators spew.

The selling propaganda beast,
Experts who justify the least.
And shameless fools who loudly cheer,
Pushing evil as good cheer.



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Turn on the box — the lies explode,
Dictators’ truth? A rotten load.



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Orcs and Beatings

The earth reeks heavy, soaked in death —
Orcs choke on fire, doomed to fall.
Driven by plague’s cold breath,
Tired of lies and endless thrall.

Those “peaceful times” that breed the orcs,
Turning humans into beasts.
They wage their wars — piles of corpses,
Peace returns — then beats and feasts.

They say it’s Samsara’s wheel...
What nonsense! Orcs dwell in Hell.
But one orc cares just for meat,
A vile brute in endless heat.

This is decay, relentless, vast,
Like oceans deep, it never fades.
So much filth it’s cast —
Here live dead souls without the raids.

The dumb CowID revealed —
A madness, lies for ears of dead.
The Spirit’s near destroyed and sealed,
Fear, stench, and stupidity spread.



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Orcs burn, the plague drives war —
Dead alive, forevermore.



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Nonsense

You’ve listened all your life to trash,
To slime of propaganda's lash,
A world coated thick with lies,
That tear your mind and spirit’s skies.

Truth here is hard to find, you see —
Too many servants there will be
Of fascism, a global plague,
Where genocide’s a sport so vague.

To keep the masses meek and dumb,
Stubborn fools who won’t succumb,
To orders from the Dark's domain,
Governments worse than Kremlin's stain.



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Fed lies their whole life long,
In darkness dumb, they play along.



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The Combat Forces... of Fools

All fools are TNT—
Megatons of dumb.
New fascist filth experiments
To see if they can numb:

Can fools alone destroy
The last of minds that think?
Old TNT makes noise,
But minds are on the brink.

So little wit remains,
Hybrid war’s the game —
A fool fueled by lies,
Worth little in the frame.

The plague has always counted
The worthless as its throng.
But fools aren’t just the minions —
They’re fascism’s backbone strong.



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Fools explode with empty hate —
Fascism’s core, the dumb dictate.



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Interests in a Demon’s World

The space of interests speaks much more
Than any words could hope to show,
In worlds of demons, fools who swore
To blindly serve the hellish flow.

It shows what you are truly worth,
Your path, your soul’s authentic way.
If lies have drenched your very earth,
A stagnant pool where mud will stay.

The spiritual realms are vast —
But pride there turns you all to beast.
The world grows fewer souls at last —
More herds of sheep, the minds deceased.

The sting of lies drills in their heads,
And rot takes hold where truth once fed.



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In demons’ world, the truth is clear —
Lies breed the sheep, the soul’s not near.



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Like "Bread and Circuses"

It’s grim and foul to live this life.
But if you feast and drink your fill,
Can you escape the daily strife?
Only if you’re a fool or ill.

To be no freak here’s heavy load,
A burden biting like a tick.
This hellish world will crush your soul —
No books required to learn that trick.

If your mind’s dull, you won’t see through —
You’ll worship garbage, praise the waste,
Destroy what little reason grew,
And feast like cattle, blind and chaste.



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Feed, drink, and drown your fading mind —
Become the beast the world designed.



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Blinders and Burrows

Blinders and burrows,
Burrows and blinders —
Lies breed fear,
An endless grind.

Blinders on burrows —
Coming soon,
The world’s turned dust,
Rogue power’s tune.



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Blinded blind, trapped in holes —
The world decays, the tyrant rolls.



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New Crusades

New crusades, new twisted schemes —
Inventing woes for fools who dream.
They’ll swallow lies, then self-destroy,
Monsters feeding on their ploy.

They’ll **** their pants from terror’s grip,
This junk parade on madness’ trip.
Horned faces crawl and creep,
To drag all fools into the deep.



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Lies breed fear, fools march to doom —
New crusades lead to the tomb.



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Running "Yoga"

The human is a running machine,
Aerobic health’s the key.
Yoga’s slime, if stuck and mean —
A relic of old history.

When farming ruled the earth and land,
Lotus pose could bring you peace.
But now, with idle hands,
Run — that’s yoga’s new release.

There’s meditation too —
Awareness everywhere.
But if your mind and soul are through,
Old nonsense traps you there.

They keep dull fools in chains,
The older, the more strong.
Listen to the Bible’s strains —
A wild, false anthem long.

This ancient, twisted mess
Holds sway and causes grief.
The root of many woes, no less —
Old lies that steal belief.



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Run free — new yoga’s way.
Old lies trap minds in decay.



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CowID Never Sleeps

The fool "sleeps" —
But CowID’s awake:
Fascism guards health’s fake stake,
While Reason’s breath begins to break.



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Fool’s asleep, but CowID spies —
Fascist watch with cunning eyes.



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Played Too Much, Sold Out

They played too long — too far, too deep,
The end’s a shameful, darkened keep.
They killed their minds, to Darkness sold,
No crown of thorns, no hellfire bold.

Just sludge that stinks, that clings and weighs,
A bottom pierced in endless haze.
How lower still? The fog descends —
And downward spirals never end.



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Sold out minds, played far too long —
Downward drags the endless wrong.



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Caring for the Former Fools...

Those microchipped, the branded herd —
Disgusting cattle, marked and stirred.
Now ruled by clips and zombie screens,
Sent off to waste in silent scenes.

They “care” for health — these beasts, no less,
The whole herd’s cooked in wickedness.
For Spirit, Mind have long since fled,
Left burning cold and hanging dead.

New fascism’s always keen
To rule this flock, keep all unseen.
Once fools alone were all they had —
Is this forever livestock’s fad?

No — soon the barbecue will flare,
The sun will roast them unaware.
Then maybe hell will cool, set free —
A wilder, darker liberty?



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Microchipped, the cattle groan —
New fascism rules the drone.



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Feedback Loop

Monitor lizard, stubborn sheep;
Sheep, a lizard slow to creep.
Komodo’s venom in its spit
Will slowly make the sheep unfit.

How sick the sheep’s mind and brain,
So much lies the lizard feigns.
In falsehood, measure’s key — beware:
Too much, and sheep will flee elsewhere.

CowID lies beyond compare —
Tested through the “AIDS” nightmare.
No nation’s spared this twisted game,
So CowID passed through the shame.

Sheep have fallen far, so low,
A disgrace all nations know.



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Lizard spits — the sheep fall blind,
CowID’s lies wreck every mind.



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Rashism

Orcs upon the hill stand tall,
Their target: innocent lives all.
At home were beatings, lies in store,
Now orcs strike with deadly roar.

They shell with rockets, “Grad” so fierce —
This orc is now a fascist curse.
Soon he’ll rest in morgue’s cold bed,
His doom is written, soon he’s dead.

A “two hundred” he’ll become —
For genocide, no mercy comes.
Cursed fiends will face their fate,
No escape from cruel hate.

Orc will fall or run away,
The Earth itself now shakes and sways.
A greater shame none can devise,
But retribution will arise —

A vengeance dark and fierce and dire,
To burn the fiends in hellish fire.



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Orcs strike hard, but death is near —
Hell’s revenge will soon appear.



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The Future

The doubles will be done away —
No trial waits to have its say...
That Kremlin madman won’t escape,
His empty lies won’t seal his fate.

The lesser hacks will change their coats,
When time comes, they’ll play new roles.
But all the nonsense, shame, and lies
Will fade away, no more disguise.

No renaissance will light the skies —
A grave sin waits; no grand surprise.
A long, slow decline will drag,
In common words: a stagnant plague.



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Doubles gone, no court, no dance —
Stagnation seals the chance.



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Discard and Recast

Overlay,
Discard —
That means a
Recast hard.

All that glitches —
Overlay,
Feeds decay,
Leads astray.

Truth thrown out —
Discard’s call,
To noisy fools,
Recast for all.



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Discard lies, recast the noise —
Truth crushed under falsehood’s ploys.



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The Tempters

“Lead us not into temptation...”
A prayer’s line — a supplication.


The Pope’s the devil’s envoy here,
Look closely at the chamber near.
Fools and knaves hold council’s seat,
While people choke on lies and deceit.

Satanism bursts wide and bold,
Yet souls in slaves’ chains are sold.
The devil’s messenger, they say,
The Pope serves darkness day by day.

To serve and sell their honor cheap,
Their conscience lost in shadows deep.
Satan tempts in prayer’s own fold,
Corrupts the soul, the spirit cold.

A global madhouse of beliefs —
Chains for minds and soul’s relief.
Satan reigns, the tempter king,
Darkening reason’s fragile spring.



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Pope, the devil’s chief recruiter —
Tempts in prayer, enslaves the future.



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The Answer

Forget the Light,
Pull blinders tight,
Play your mad games —
Golf or cricket’s flights...

But if you lack
A sober ground,
A mind that’s clear,
No evil bound,

Then hear this truth,
No sweet regret:
“Send hell’s own dogs
Your cold regard, forget.”



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No light, no sense —
Just devil’s fence.



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Abominations

Freaks, *******, clueless drones —
Traitors, fools, and broken bones.
Sheep so dumb, like plugs they stand,
Rot of Satan rules the land.

Minds are lost, souls sold and drained,
Books corrupted, poison gained.
Only **** now rise above —
A cesspool choking out all love.

Killing Mind and Spirit’s fire,
So few remain to lift us higher.



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Freaks and fiends control the show —
Minds destroyed, the soul’s death blow.



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The Slave’s Collar

Slave collars come in every size and hue,
Without one, your fate’s a pipe you’ll rue.
For you alone must answer all —
The weight of fascism’s twisted thrall.

It justifies the darkest crime,
And cloaks forgetfulness in rhyme.
Slave collars—essence of the night,
Shame, delusion, stench, and fright.



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Slave’s collar tight and grim,
Chains the soul, the light grows dim.



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Trakhemundia

“Unmatched” Trakhemundia,
A bond plus bond so grim,
The fiercest weapon forged to hit —
It knocks the slave’s hope dim.

Looted, poisoned, stripped and lied,
By filth and “media” defamed.
Brothers turned to foes in stride,
Dreams of West, yet souls untamed.

Few remain, their minds controlled,
Fierce propaganda, fascist grip.
Slaves are dumb, their spirits sold —
This is modern Rashism’s script.



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Trakhemundia’s deadly chain,
Slaves crushed under ruthless reign.



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Drug Control

Drug control —
A brazen troll
Puffs cheeks for fools to buy the lie.
Never trust
Those fiends, they ******
A poison that will **** you sly.

Drugs do **** —
So watch them still,
This weapon serves the regime’s will.
Rumors spread, the gangsters rule?
Spies and agents play the fool.

But fools believe these wicked games —
It’s what those monsters always claim.



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Drug control’s a troll’s deceit —
Fools fall for lies they repeat.



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Not Quite Proper...

Collecting “facts”
To learn to think
Is not always quite the link.
Fiends lie shameless, tactless too,
To twist their nonsense — better none for you.

Memory overloaded, kids spaced out,
Talent crushed beneath the doubt.
Degradation spreads so wide:
School and propaganda side by side —
Tools designed to **** the mind.



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Facts piled high, but minds degrade —
Schools and lies **** thought’s parade.



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Kashchey’s Immortal Border

The border’s locked,
The key inside a bag,
Tied tight in a sturdy snag.
That bag hangs far away —
On a hook ******* high to stay,

Up in the attic’s grim retreat,
In a stinking tavern’s heat,
In Kashchey’s dead-end place,
Inside a locked-up space.

To reach it, ha! not light or quick —
You’d need an armored trick,
Like scenes from battle flicks.

But all’s a lie — no country’s there,
No end to wars they’d never dare,
When sons betrayed with cold despair —
Only dreams remain to bear...



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Key’s locked high in stinking lair —
No free land left, just cold despair.



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Mad World

Foolstan, Dumbland’s reign,
Schizobaska, Stupidplain,
Paranovia, Beastland’s chain,
Imbecilgon, Betrayband’s stain.

A mad world where nations fake,
Genocide laws that never break.
The first is stupid — stuck we stand,
Pushed aside in cursed land.

Remnants of honor, conscience thin,
Talent crushed, and truth worn thin.
No revenge is crueler done,
Than ruling here by meek and dumb.



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Mad world ruled by fools and slaves —
Truth buried deep in shallow graves.



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A Sluggish Mechanistic Sabbath

A mechanized clown
Grew bold, amassed his might,
Yet knows not who he is —
Asked no one’s insight.

He staged a wild sabbath
Disguised as “progress” bright,
All for “new” foundations
And... “his” selfish right.

This interest’s tangled deep —
A spring’s dark, twisted bind,
Built into the mechanism,
By horned beast’s wicked mind.



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Clown machine, blind and vile,
Progress masked with guile.



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Evergreen Idiocy

The trough is covered —
Drink fear and lies,
Conscience worn away,
Doubt hidden, disguised.

Lie and feed,
Till bellies burst wide.
The end is near —
Idiots have tired
Even Nature’s soul —
Cataclysms loom,
Fascism’s global toll
Ends only this doom.

Yet idiocy’s seed
Will sprout again, indeed...



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Troughs brim with lies and fear,
Nature’s end draws near.



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The Zombie Box

The filthy box of zombied lies
Drives us all to quick demise,
Spreading pain and wounds inside,
Turning souls to rot and hide.

Few are spared this plague of fools —
Stupidity reigns as rules.
Propaganda’s wicked sting
Builds a madhouse ‘round everything.



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Zombie box spews venom deep —
Turning minds to hollow sheep.



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A Trip to Traumatology

I went "among the folk" —
Ended in the ward:
Madness reigns, no joke,
Sanity ignored.

To describe that filth —
Too grim, too base.
Who cares? The guilt—
A shameful disgrace.

Won’t go "among the folk" again soon —
Like a freak, I’ll hide in my room.

From there I’ll howl,
And bark my pain,
To purge the foul
And ease the strain.



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Into madness thrown —
Folk no more my own.



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Get the Hell Out

Annunaki —
Get the hell out!
Like all the vile crowd about.
Stick your Hell’s lies
Right where it fries.
We are the people, strong and proud.

This Earth belongs to us alone,
Not to your poison, cold as stone —
Lies like fake AIDS, CowID’s plague,
Division, war, and mind’s vague plague.

Take your venom deep inside,
You deserve only Darkness’ tide,
Hell’s own slime where you reside.



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Annunaki, off and gone!
Hell’s lies shoved where pain is drawn.



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The Overseer

The Overseer from the “sky,”
Below — the Law of Dark,
Bread and circus, all a lie,
A rotten, putrid mark.

Sacrifices made each day —
Just to dwell in Hell’s decay.
Souls decay, the mind corrodes,
Lies mocked under twisted codes.

The Overseer of Hell's domain —
No others here remain.
A dark swarm of bought-out fiends,
Nearly all are sick, it seems.



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Hell’s Overseer rules above,
Darkness cloaked in lies, no love.



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The Exorcism of Demons

Exorcism of demons — CowID’s core,
Once Inquisition ruled before,
Now fascist **** in vile reprise,
Fake tests serve their dark disguise.

The herd obedient marches blind,
No thought remains, left far behind.
Their minds replaced by creature’s cries —
Only the zombie box supplies.

Don’t talk to me of wise and bright,
Nine out of ten are dull and trite.
They feed the fiends, a cursed lot,
And fools are now the norm forgot.



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Demons exiled, CowID’s lie,
Fascist **** that won’t deny.
Fools march blind to their own doom —
Zombie box commands the room.



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Rotten Tuxas

Rotten Tuxas rules us all —
(Just hiss that word, a guttural call!)
And soon will strip from us our mind,
No Thought, no Art — just gut confined.

Only digestion left to feel,
That’s the grim, dull, rotten deal.



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Transcendence

Meanings… they lose all sense.
Their loss brings new intents.
Even pure thoughts may arise —
But thought’s collapse won’t disguise.

— The End —