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Little Folk of Lying Land

Little folk of Lying Land —
Dragging on through war and sand.
"Path" they call their dull routine,
Lost in fog, in mud, unseen.

War for what? For soulless schemes.
See the gates — the Beast still dreams.
Look around — just lifeless meat.
Cowards kneel and call defeat.

But the few with Spirit's fire —
Warriors! Their hearts don't tire.
Alone they stand, but never bend:
To serve the dark? That’s not the end!



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Just meat obeys. The Spirit fights.
One torch can burn a thousand nights.



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Greed and Whining,
Stuck Declining:
Then — comes Dullness,
Spineless Muteness,
INFERNAL SICKNESS.
Freedom? Lost it.
Herd — now worships
***-fed rules and slimy gossip.

Not a world — a creeping CESSPIT.



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Herds kneel low —
while maggots grow.
Your "world"? A cesspit, soaked in woe.



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Patriarchs of Zen

Not some saints in marble stories —
Crack your skull if you play dumb.
Scorned the world with all its worries —
Dust and noise, it all must numb.

Spirit — pure — their sole endeavor.
All else? Trash, a passing lie.
They knew well: the proud, the clever —
Preach and babble, then they die.

Now the verse becomes their staff,
But the Patriarch is gone.
What remains? Just broken paths,
Endless questions, LIES — and yawn.



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No Zen remains — just echoes lie.
The staff is mute. The fools still cry.




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Dragging burdens,
Dull and dead,
Plus a pack of
Lies you fed.

Find your fury,
Drop the load —
Burn it, bury —
Hit the road!



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Trash the lies —
and let soul rise.



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Lengthwise, crosswise — shred and sever
Truth and honor, mind and pride.
Freedom? Slashed. And now forever —
Rotting **** takes joy in lies.

Endless filth — and no resistance.
Local herds just grunt and nod.
What a hell! It stinks with distance.
What a wrathful, raving God!



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Truth is flayed — and none protest.
Welcome, Hell. You know the rest.



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Crosswise, lengthwise — all dissected:
Truth is torn, and honor wrecked.
Mind and freedom — all rejected,
By the rotting ****'s revenge.

Day by day, with no defiance,
Wretches take the stench as norm.
Madness reigns, and foul compliance
Feeds this Hell in perfect form.



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Truth is butchered — cowards cheer.
Welcome, Hell. You're already here.



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Victory

The rashist ****
Will pay in full.
Their filth will come —
Then meet the Bull.

The Spirit fierce
Will clear the way,
And tear their curse
Like rot from clay.



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Fierce is the Flame —
and **** will burn.



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The Deeper the Woods...

The deeper the woods — the lazier the fighters.
The bigger the lie — the worse the broken fibers.
The smarter the tech — the faster it will crash.
The stronger the fear — the deeper comes the slash.

The clearer the "system" — the slicker the chain.
The stronger the Spirit — the sharper the brain.
The simpler the path — the easier to block.
Believe in the sludge? You’ll die like a mock.



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Truth gets sharp when Spirit wakes.
Mute and dumb? The darkness takes.



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No More Cartoon...

Winnie licks the final honey,
Piglet snivels, small and weak —
He’s the “people,” sweet and funny,
But he only dies offscreen.

In real life he’s grown and bloated,
Spirit’s gone — a soulless swine.
All the tales have been demoted —
Only STUPID FEAR survives.

Cracks are spreading through the framing,
And the “cartoon” fades to black:
Not just gangsters — beasts are reigning.
Slaves enrich their vile pack.



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The cartoon’s dead. The beasts are real.
And slaves just fatten up their meal.



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The End of Wonderland

Wonderland is ruled by jackals —
Dodo’s gone, the Rabbit’s dead.
Cheshire Cat, once sly and crackle,
Fled — now fleas bite Dove instead.

Mad March Hare’s a bureaucratic,
Hatter’s now a lab-coat pawn.
Even Gryphon’s turned fanatic —
Fairy tale? It's long since gone.



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Wonderland has bled to dust —
All that’s left is fear and rust.



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Reflection Method

Traitors smeared, obedient chained,
Freaks of Darkness hold the reins.
Only bribes give meaning now —
This is how they keep the vow.

Sarcasm’s sharper than a joke,
In the verse their madness spoke.
This is how the world reflects —
Broken down, it hit the depths.

Rot before, now only slime —
One big pile, a frozen crime.



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Traitors crawl, the fools comply —
All this world’s a stinking lie.



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The Clock Is Ticking

Tick-tock, tick-tock — the world’s a bomb,
Drop the quarrels — fool, stay calm.

Inside the blast, there’s TNT,
Monsters armed with cruelty.

Fools devour lies like food,
Never full, they breed the mood.

Lies are just the bomb’s thin shell,
Time runs out — no place to dwell.

Soon will come the final mark,
Darkness swallowing the spark.



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Lies are fuel, and fools run blind —
Countdown’s done, no more time.



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Time’s Fatigue

Tick and Tock have worn out ticking—
Time itself is running thin.
Speech is tired, just meme-clicking,
Chaos set to crash and spin.

When all breaks down, it’s entropy—
That is death’s relentless breath.
Sing the songs you left incomplete—
Soon will shake the Earth beneath.



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Time is bleeding, tick and break —
Death arrives with each quake.



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“Climbers”

Bound by lies like twisted ropes,
We’ve all become “the climbers” folks.
Everest of lies so vast —
Climb with them, or cut down fast.



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Lies bind tight — no room to choose.
Climb their peak, or get abused.



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Phantasmagoria

Editors like tractors grind,
Crushing fresh and new each time.
Like strange attractors blind,
Talents fade through years’ long climb.

Into the world, through chaos’ press,
They tried to bring a spark of light.
No voice was theirs — they'd only stress
The “common nonsense” of the night.

Only few could read the game,
Heard Aesop’s whisper in the haze —
Sprouts survive amid the shame,
Growing through the tangled maze.

But tractors crush those tender shoots,
Fascism’s rule is plain and stark.
Simple factors, cold pursuits —
Dehumanized, devoid of heart.

It’s time for stories to conclude,
Their ending dark, obscene, profane.
Rot festers in this phantasm, crude —
Where NEW is doomed to break in vain.



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Tractors crush the new and bright,
Fascism’s grip denies the light.


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Involution

Swift’s great house lies torn apart —
Who needs it now? The rabble’s heart
Prefers a world where lies are king,
Soulless **** that poison spring.

They feed and breed, they drag us down,
This realm into a burning drown.
Monsters rule, all crude and vile,
They want a slave with broken smile.

Involution’s raging deep —
Wisdom’s rare, and honor’s cheap.
In the blaze of falsehood’s fire,
Truth’s a scarce, exhausted pyre.



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House of Swift is torn and dead —
Lies and **** now rule instead.



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So-Called "Rational Mankind," or The Endgame

Reason?! Only sarcasm fits—
Man’s a plague that must be hit!
Light is stronger—Sun will save
Earth by burning all to grave.

What of those not stupid, then?
That’s a question hard for men.
In a world where Spirit gleams,
At the end of days and dreams,

Few will stand — the “Overkind.”
This is real, not just in mind.
There’s a path that leads on high,
Beyond the chaos, past the lie.

And to depths of Hell and Hate—
Fools will fall to their cruel fate.
So the final curtain’s drawn:
This is how the game is gone.



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Reason’s dead — plague stays to rot.
Sun will scorch the idiot’s spot.



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Respect to Pol ***, praise on high!
To the New—hail, bow low, comply!
March ahead, the herd obedient,
Slay the foes who doubt the gradient.

Faces sharp, genocide’s disguise,
With fascism in centuries’ ties.
Once called “communism” — a farce,
Deceit’s the trap to break the sparse.



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Pol ***’s shadow, dark and deep,
New lies herd, no time for sleep.
**** the doubters, crush the weak,
Truth’s dead tongue—no one can speak.



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Don’t let your life end tragically—
No poet’s needed where
Lies, fear, and madness spin cyclically.
When will you shout, “Not there!”?

To all this cruel dementia,
You’ll hear but cold “Get gone!”
For cunning *******’ conscience
Is haunted by their wrong.

No rescue comes, no turning—
You’re lost, as if you’re naught:
What’s left to shoot? You drag behind
The madness they have wrought.

It grows more fierce, relentless—
The world’s lost all its mind.
Fascism’s gloom, relentless,
A plague for all mankind.



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Don’t end your life in tragic shame —
Scream “No!” and break the devil’s game.
Madness spreads, the plague is near —
Fight the lies, refuse the fear!



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The Motherland hears,
The Motherland knows —
That people like mice
Lie, fail, impose.

That traitors rule fools,
Doctors punish with spite,
Darkness enslaves all,
Dulls every light.

It’s poisoned the whole,
Made all minds blind,
Souls killed in their chains —
Here’s where we find...



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“Director of Himself”...

Carve wooden blocks, make puppets,
Record the nonsense line —
Surround yourself with shadows,
Call them “close” and fine.

But those who stand beside you,
Hardly differ at all:
Strings pulled by wicked demons,
Satan’s grand hall.



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Idiots feast on endless lies —
Spewing madness, vile and stark.
Where’s the country? Just disguise:
Decay, the stench within the dark.



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Original Sin

Illusions forced upon us,
From childhood all made numb.
With lies they cloak the surface —
Free thought they’ve struck down, dumb.

Only in the rarest hearts
Burns a reason pure, untamed.
Lies like sarin poison starts —
This first sin bears the blame.



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Original Sin

They planted lies inside our minds,
From youth they crushed all sense.
With falsehoods twisted all the signs —
Killed thought, made dull, immense.

Only few still hold the flame —
Reason clear, untouched by lies.
But poison gas of falsehood’s claim
Is that first sin that never dies.



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Nonsense and Heresy

Nonsense, heresy — heresy, nonsense —
How to break through to the soul’s defense?
Nonsense serves to cloud the mind,
Drag it down, sink deep, confined.

An ocean of lies above you swells,
No barrier — deception dwells.
Followed by madness, wild and grim,
In nonsense’ grip, the lights grow dim.

Madness too is ocean vast —
Nonsense, madness — shadows cast.
The master knows how lies increase,
His sentence: **** with falsehood’s lease.

Lies will be the weapons made —
Nonsense harsher, sharp as blade,
To hold all lies of fiendish breed,
The devil’s spawn in darkest deed.




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Endorphin “Heaven”

Vitamins, endorphins —
Runner’s high, a kind of rush,
But hypersensitive, not a beast,
In feelings we’re given much.

It’s tricky — the “crash” returns,
The “withdrawal” after the thrill,
Yet grip of wild neuroses
Starts to weaken, fade, and still.

Those neuroses summon beasts —
If not a neurotic, then a fool.
The tyrants’ power only grows,
Draining strength from the sensitive pool.

But strength can be reclaimed —
Heal your nerves with running’s pace.
At first it’s hard — but once you’re warmed,
You’ll leap like an elk through space!

But don’t overdo — too far, too fast,
Body’s wisdom must engage.
Stay in bliss, embrace the flow —
Endorphin’s “heaven” lights the stage.



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The Reapers

Pathetic *******,
Reapers of total lies,
Dumb as wooden blocks —
To Darkness they baptize.

Used to bowing down
To any fool’s command,
So here madness lingers —
Shame spreads across the land.

The cuckoo’s still crazier —
Madness grows inside,
More brazen is the falsehood,
A sickness none can hide.



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In this foul pit, lies will thrive,
Darkness feeds on fear alive.
Everything’s drowned deep in black—
One true way remains: BURN IT BACK!


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In this cesspit, lies run wild,
Fear and darkness choke the child.
All is lost, the world’s ablaze—
Only one way: BURN THE HAZE!



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This "world" is nothing — pure disgrace,
Beasts rule tight with fear’s embrace:
Lies, pressure, stench from media’s pit,
Where morals rot and fires spit.

In this state of ******* grime,
We drag the world to waste and time,
And so the ugliness extends,
A reign of filth that never ends.

More filth, more hate, a ceaseless blight —
A hellish void, no end in sight.
This kingdom’s nothing, dark and cold —
A soulless pit where lies take hold.



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Pitiful minds,
Under lies' harsh crush,
Poisoned books,
Mirages rush.

Those mirages shove—
World’s brazen stink,
More fools each day,
More slaves to drink.

Few are beasts —
Spirits barely count,
It’s vile and sick —
Burn the madhouse out!



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The Party of Condoms —
Everywhere, all the time.
Fools parade in their columns,
Spreading heresy’s crime.

Often one big cash ***,
Though platforms clash and fight.
The masses blindly believe —
’Cause most are fools outright.



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Pathetic roads, a foolish plan,
Keep moving—just a little more.
The final stop for any man—
Is Hell itself, its fiery door.



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Globalization or just greed’s station?
Both are one — a sick fusion.
The whole world reeks of contamination —
Media howls from the bottom’s illusion.



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Original Sin

They fed us illusions, trapped in lies,
Since childhood blinded, dulled our eyes.
All thoughts of freedom cast aside—
That pure free mind was killed inside.

Yet in the few a spark still gleams—
A mind unchained, untouched by schemes.
But lies like sarin spread their breath—
This only sin, the primal death.



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The Lie of the Global Zoo

A zoo’s a balm to dead men’s ears —
A “blessed news” that numbs our fears.
Neither cold nor burning heat,
Yet violence and vengeful cheat.

Catastrophes, terror's reign —
All the stench must feed the pain.
For the world’s fascist regime,
Fear’s the crown, the final gleam.

They’ll amplify, then sum it all—
Reason, Spirit, Honor fall.
What remains, they’ll crush and smite,
Beasts’ weapon forged in night.



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Sheep and Fools, Just Sheep and Fools

Sheep and fools, pure fools and sheep—
Where are humans? Where’s the mind?
But all around is lies so deep,
Rot spreads out, no hope to find.

Seems like humans lie in graves,
Buried ‘neath this world’s decay.



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Life’s Affair — A Worm at Wake

Life’s affair — a worm at wake,
A funeral for Mind’s last breath.
Come on, Sun, bright flare and break,
Bring death down to all filth and death!
The Executioners’ Lie

A drop of “truth” in poison brewing,
Laced with petty bits and scraps —
That’s how demons keep on stewing
Lies for butchers, traps for saps.

Earth is steeped in toxic potion —
Layered thick through age and age.
Fumes distort the mind’s devotion,
Till man dies in war or cage.

Bullet, axe — that’s grown outdated.
Boost the lie — and crack the skull.
Not with scars — with minds invaded,
Turn the world to screaming dull.

Watch them gnaw each other, bleeding —
War and CowID showed the trend.
Not a world — a rot, unheeding.
Bow to it — and that's your end.

Bow — and sell your soul completely.
Trust in Evil — you’re a clown.
Friend, ignore the lies discreetly —
Buy their tale — they’ll gun you down.




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Lie-fed and Led

A drop of truth — then poison reigns.
Obey the lie — they fry your brains.
Bow to rot — your soul is sold.
Truth resists. The rest grows cold.




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The So-Called “Deep Folk”

"Deep people," you say?
More like **** on display —
Idiots, loonies, the proudly insane.
The Kremlin keeps lying,
They march off to dying —
CowID, then war. Drown in sorrow and pain.

And the "smart" ones? A joke.
If he lies — he's a crook.
A traitor, a worm, worth less than a dime.
And the herd? Growing fast.
The liar? Outclassed —
More twisted each day.
But speak truth — that’s a crime:
You’ll rot in a cell doing fascist-fed time...




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Deep Folk? Deep Rot.

They die for lies and call it pride.
Truth gets jailed. The rest — just slide.
Bow to fear — or rot inside.



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The Wachowski Sister-Brothers

Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.

Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
They’ll stamp “madness” on your slate.

In this madhouse, if they brand
Your true work as “out of hand,”
It just reeks of higher vision —
And they know — those built on fiction.

Trends bring profit, fame, and power.
Truth brings noose and final hour.
Freaks devour rot like kings —
Earth is weeping at these things.

Truth means quake and revelation,
Doom approaching every breath.
Trends are tools of new damnation,
New-fascism — dumb peasants' death.



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Trend or Truth?

Trends bring gold — and lies that burn.
Truth brings death. No one will learn.
Feed the freaks. Let Earth be cursed.
New-fascism wears a rainbow first.



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Conscience Gone — Then Comes the Scheming

First goes conscience — then comes guile.
Guile dissolves the mind in style.
Tiny “wins” bring petty cheer,
While the truth stays far from clear.

Worldly noise keeps thought in chains,
Blocks the spark that might remain.
Yet the fool, in full display,
Feeds like king — and leads the way.



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Rot Rises

**** your soul — then fake your brain.
Fools get fat. The wise are slain.



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They’ll Tear You Apart!

A trembling slave
Clings to his cave —
His “precious” trash,
Already ash.

He cannot see
That tyranny
Designed this pit —
The world’s unfit.

His trash decays,
His soul betrays —
Rot to the core,
A fool, a boar.

And fools like him
Fuel fascist whims,
The coward herd
Obeys each word.

One pinch more fear,
One whisper near —
They’ll tear you down!
The lies still drown...



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Fool's End

A slave in fear is fascist clay.
Add one more lie — he starts to slay.



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In the Pen

Is the piglet slightly muddied —
Or deep-smeared from snout to tail?
Still, the pig can’t grasp it fully:
Lies are god — and truth is jail.

Filth and waste define the pen,
Bathe in slop — then eat again.
Trust the swineherd! Hear his preaching —
There’s your “truth” and final teaching.

Swineherds serve to keep you fed,
'Til the slaughter claims your head.
All the myths of sty and glory —
“Feast and sing” — that’s their whole story.



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Swine Truth

In filth they feast and praise the knife.
The herd calls slaughter “truth” and “life.”



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Obey. Get Slaughtered.

You eat their lies, you cheer their whip.
You trust the hand that drains you drip by drip.
No thought, no truth — just grunt and chew.
They **** — and call it good for you.



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Truth for Swine:
Eat. Obey. Die. Hooray.



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Degrade in Crap of Evil

Crap — the Shadow of Evil:
Too lazy to think —
You’re just a stink.




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Rot and Stupor

Evil’s crap — no thought remains.
Brain turns stump, mind dies in chains.
The soul must strive — or fade away,
Preserving light in depths of night.
Or else, the Filth will win the day,
And crush the spirit, bleating, "Right."

Once human — now they're hollow shells,
Who bowed before the Beast’s deceit.
See through the fog the False One spells,
And never kneel at Evil’s feet.

You serve the Goat when you comply,
When "duty" leads your blinded track,
When you let Darkness pass you by,
And praise the world that's lost the knack.




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The most important thing on Earth is the education of slaves

The Earth’s prime task — to raise a slave,
To train the mind to fear the breath.
"Obedience" — the law they crave,
And Evil speaks — you serve to death.

The "mind" they mold with silent chains,
Far stronger than the ones of steel.
With every age, this filth remains —
More vile, more proud of how you kneel.



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They teach you fear — then call it grace.
You die alive — and love your place.




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OverTime

Timelessness — beyond the clock,
There’s an Over-Time — dwell there.
Leave behind the hell-bound shock,
Time is soaked in blood and prayer.



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Time is blood. Step out. Transcend.
Only fools serve such an end.



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Hazy — Holy:
World and Soul.
Under tyrants —
Hell's control.



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Fog or Light — you make the call.
Serve the Beast — or stand tall.



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Soulless slaves

The docile slave goes off to war,
Deceived by lowborn fiends and liars.
He lost his self — and nothing more —
Drowned in a swamp of choking mires.

The docile slave took poison fast,
The fear injected — no resistance.
His life? Just waves of terror, cast
On soul and mind — with no assistance.

The docile slave passed every test —
From schools that dull and numb the brain.
A coward in a suit and vest,
Doomed offspring of a dying chain.

The docile slave breaks his own sons,
So they obey like broken tools.
And thus the breeding never's done —
Of soulless slaves for soulless rules.



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They train the kids to crawl and bow —
No soul remains. Just meat — for now.



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Cargo fascism

For “Motherland”? For Putler’s crew —
For yachts and gilded halls.
Cargo-fascism — evil’s zoo,
Dumb beasts in ******’s thralls.

A colony now plays pretend —
To be an empire bold.
Its madness bares a rotten end —
Insanity grown cold.

You “win” in asylums only —
No more than that, you see.
The nation sleeps, defeated, lonely —
It kills its own soul silently.



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You "fight for pride"? You die for gold.
The slave obeys — the lie grows bold.



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Something like "ethology"

"Ethology"? Not meant for souls
Born in hell but bearing light.
The fiendish horde plays twisted roles,
With “science” cloaked in fake insight —
Rotting lies in scholar’s scrolls.

“Psychology” — the devil’s dish,
Served by ghouls with soulless eyes.
These vampires drain the will to wish,
And breed dumb crowds through age-old lies.

Freuds and other twisted freaks
Have clouded mind and dimmed the flame.
But if for Freedom your heart speaks —
Then **** their tales and name their shame.



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They feed you Freud and call it truth —
While ******* dry your soul and youth.



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White "Papuans"

The “tribals” smile and nod along,
To every lie, to every wrong.
Dumbed down and stripped of every clue —
The wise, to them, are threats to sue.

There’s hordes of these — the witless kind,
Half-formed in body, lost in mind.
A real tribe lives with soul and ground,
Not in this slaughterhouse compound.

They turn whole nations into pens,
By threats alone — no need for sense.
The lies are cheap, absurdly stale,
Yet mass-produced beyond the pale.

Their ornaments aren’t beads or clay —
But filthy lies they wear all day.
They swallow every twisted word,
Like beasts who never found the third.

And every forecast ends in grief —
Dull minds beyond our bold belief.
That’s why this world — so proud, so cursed —
Devours its lies and asks for worse.



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They bow to lies and call it fate.
The beast obeys — the wise breed hate.




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Overton's Gap

A window breaks —
“Progress,” they claim.
But evil makes
The rules — and game.

The pressure grows,
No end in sight.
To feast on those?
Not “normal” — right?

But norms decay —
The door's ajar.
You’ll eat one day...
But death beats that by far.



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“Progress” shouts through shattered glass —
While Hell reshapes the feeding class.



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Something like "this is where souls gain experience"?

“Souls gain experience here”?
What twisted kind of joke?!
Hell is no school — it’s sheer
Abuse beneath the smoke.

If torment breeds “new wisdom,”
Then reason’s lost its name.
A demon wears the system
And teaches souls through shame?

No! Hell must be dismantled —
That’s truth the Spirit knows.
This filth is not to “handle,”
But burned — till nothing grows.



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No soul needs Hell to learn what's true —
It burns the weak, enslaves the few.



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Absurd

“Songs” and “dances” on command —
Fascist circus, vile and planned.
“Sing” obedience, bow your knees,
Like new “Germans” in the breeze.

New Führer wears a mask,
Chains unchanged — the same old task:
Propaganda, cops, and ****,
Thugs who crawl and beat the drum.

Sing, dance — forget the pain,
But once you’ve lost your mind’s domain,
You’re scurf beneath their cruel clutch,
And villains tear where skin is such.



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Sing lies, bow down, forget your shame —
The fascist dance plays still the same.



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Now...

Today, the Satanists speak loud —
Dr. Goebbels set the stage.
New fascists gather like a crowd,
A spiral down of rage.

The Führer’s smaller, weaker now,
The law of rot’s in play.
Only skins survive somehow,
While minds just fade away.

The trend is clear: a global camp,
A deathhouse dressed in lies.
Red Cross on white — a cruel stamp
For those with fractured minds.



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New fascists speak with devil’s voice —
Decay's law claims, no other choice.




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Change

Poison runs deep in veins —
Decay’s own venom flows.
This is our cursed age —
A spiteful, traitor’s show.

Few the minds that still survive,
The Spirit trapped in gloom.
Is this a nightmare’s lie,
This crushing heap of doom?



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Poison floods the veins of time —
A cursed age, a rotten crime.



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Propaganda

Death squads march in shadows deep —
Propaganda’s choking grip.
Think for yourself or just believe?
Or mind will take the trip.

Faith will turn against the soul,
To creatures foul and cruel.
Lies and fear beyond control —
Disaster is the rule.



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Dark squads **** with lies and fear —
Mindless faith feeds death’s frontier.



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New Fascism

Dr. Goebbels, new and sly —
The Führer’s just a clown.
A loser bred to falsify,
No rank can keep him down.

The zombibox rules the mind —
The clown leads media’s game.
Decay of thought, they grind,
Darkness needs a broken frame.

Lies are fascism’s sharpest blade.
It’s always been this way.
Now lies flood deep, a super-lax,
Washing brains in endless sway.

The Spirit’s cast out too —
This genocide’s core truth.
All signs of doom emerge anew,
When Mind’s been killed in youth.

Unnoticed, it creeps close —
As always, stealthy, cold.
One final step — the New Camp calls,
Forever to hold.



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New Goebbels, clown Führer’s face —
Lies the weapon, mind’s disgrace.



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"Collective Goebbels"

The “Collective Goebbels” now —
Putler led the vile start.
Lies spread wide, they’ll burn somehow
The world of fools and bought hearts.

Few are sane — genocide grows,
Its fruits feed death’s parade.
So all is lost when **** compose
The crowd that’s blindly swayed.

Only feelings rule the herd —
The deer’s mark, pure and clear.
“Intellect” is just a word
For others’ thoughts they cheer.



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Collective Goebbels — Putler’s spawn,
Lies so thick, the truth is gone.
Masses numb, a walking herd,
Brains dead, minds crushed by every word.

Few still think — the rest decay,
Genocide’s dark price they pay.
If the **** run all the show,
Hope is lost — just so you know.

Feelings reign, the deer all blind,
“Intellect” is left behind.
They worship lies, not their own mind —
Slaves to fools, forever blind.



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With "Greetings"...

I come to you with “greetings” grim —
Without madness, life’s a lie.
Falsehood answers all, so dim —
Easy way to break the mind.

So liars mad, a throng amassed,
In Hell’s world they claim their throne.
No tridents needed for the task —
Just deceit to rule alone.

Darkness reigns on every side,
Fools obey and bow in fear.
What’s the end? No place to hide —
Hell is built, the path is clear.



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Served right, if vile Evil's snare
Has trapped you, banishing your core,
Making you a trusting bear,
Believing filth you can't ignore.

The truth is simple: Spirit Pure —
Foundation strong, the Mind obeys.
Shun the Hell’s enslaving lure,
Respect only intuition’s ways.

It serves the Spirit, sharp and bright—
Don’t you blink, don’t lose your way.
The world has sunk below the night—
Root out fear, let it decay.

There’s a way: go deep inside,
You’ll find the edge where lies dissolve.
Where terror fails, and doubts subside—
Only Spirit stands, alive and bold.



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About True Friendship

“If you’re a slave, you cannot be a friend.
If you’re a tyrant, friendships meet their end.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche


The myth of love and friendship stands—
A fable held by slavish hands:
“To us, it’s all, our sacred call!”
But only the lone stoic walks tall,

He alone can forge a bond
With Truth itself — the soul beyond.
Liquefied Delusions

Just recently, I caught some chatter —
More nonsense for my growing pile.
Inheritor of minds that shatter,
A humble lunatic in style.

Here lies and drivel fill the weather,
But I’m no bird — I am a shell.
Too late to dream of soaring feathers,
Yet in decay, I’m doing well.

Delusions melt into a river —
An ocean rising, thick and wide.
A copper lid will soon deliver
The death of eagles in their pride.

But shells are made for such a broth —
I’ll add more madness to my trove.
Though reason drowned in lies and froth,
Its market price is far too low.




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Emptiness, Estrangement

Estrangement, loss — a sacred token:
The soul departs decay and dust.
Its ties to rot and ruin broken,
It seeks — perhaps — a path more just.

It won’t abide in dread or madness,
But hunts for Light through darkest haze.
Few find it — yet defying sadness
Means more than basking in its blaze.

For searching is the soul’s true nature,
More vital than the light it seeks.
If stilled, content in falseful stature —
It sinks in phantoms, lost and weak.



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The Inevitability of Failure
(After a quote by Mark Twain)

“It's hard to believe one lives a life
Without, at heart, declaring it a loss.”
He knew the world: its noise, its strife —
A stacked-up game where fools are boss.

We drown in fear, in lies we're raised,
This vile little world’s the stage.
A pyramid of dullness, praised,
That cages thought and stirs up rage.

This madness — vast, industrial-sized —
Will wear down even strongest hearts.
Alone we drift, dehumanized,
As evil pulls the world apart.

And soon comes end — a grim parade —
Where all attempts to shift the tide
Are just more failures, retrograde,
Especially if hope’s applied.



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A fool-built world on lies and fear —
No soul breaks through, no truth draws near.



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The Priests

They sell you "Heaven" like the Cup —
Finals of some holy game.
Buy tickets high, then mark them up —
And sell your soul to chase the same.

But lies have cost — Hell takes its due.
And if you sell yourself for gain,
You serve the Devil — dressed in black,
Where blind submission keeps you chained.

No room for Spirit. Mind? Forbidden.
Their sacred texts are slave-made fiction.



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War on Reason and Humanity

Unchained, unhinged — that’s how to live,
Or choke beneath the weight of lies.
The rot is thick, and they won’t give —
It’s falsehood used as battle cries.

Corruption floods from every screen —
A weapon in the Creature’s grip.
The filth is vast, the stench obscene,
It chokes the soul, it makes minds slip.

Only the fierce, the wild, the clear
Can cast this madness off and see.
But docile sheep will cling to fear —
And die in blind captivity.

Their goal? To **** what makes us true —
All humanness erased by lies.
This war’s not waged with swords — but through
The soul’s slow ****** in disguise.



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They wage a war through poisoned screens —
To burn the soul, destroy what means.



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1.
Obey or rot — that’s their demand.
Truth dies beneath a liar’s brand.

2.
They flood the world with toxic lies —
To crush all thought and cauterize.

3.
The soul’s on fire — they call it peace.
But truth begins where chains release.



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The Storm Within

A storm within is not despair —
It means you’ve cracked the leash.
You feel the lies stripped layer by layer
From off your soul and flesh.

They train us young to trust the fake,
To swallow lies as fate —
It’s how they teach the mind to break,
And keep you in their state.

Like spinning spokes, the fear and lies
Flash in the hamster cage.
And truth? It flickers, barely tries...
Just dust and dread — this stage.



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1.
The storm inside is not defeat —
It means you're breaking from deceit.

2.
They spin the wheel with fear and lies —
Obey, go numb — or start to rise.

3.
A soul that storms is not yet dead —
But one that sleeps is led — and bled.



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Agony of the Luciferian System

The System’s last and final fight
Is with the remnants called “the People.”
Blind sheep, mute, shackled tight,
Under demons’ iron steeple.

The fragments cannot join or stand —
So everything will be erased.
No clear mind can understand
The truth when lies have been embraced.

It draws its own conclusions blind,
Cut off the cords of cruel deceit —
That keep the herd locked, chained, confined,
Controlled by fear, and lies repeat.

The System’s agony displayed,
By CowID’s harsh, revealing light:
Falsehoods, fears, memes dismayed —
A pitiful, disgraceful blight.




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Umka loves to crunch her fish.
To fools, lies taste like honey sweet:
Satan will cradle all with tricks —
Wild lies will drag you to defeat!

CowID showed the battle’s core —
Deception strong, a brutal force.
Only **** obey the lore,
Fools get banished, lost their course.

Analysis? Long dead and gone.
Critical thought’s beneath the floor.
Hysteria reigns, emotions spawn —
The rabble’s lost its chance for more.



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Apocalypse

The tyrants reign, the madness spreads,
A world consumed by endless fear.
They strike where fragile spirit threads —
The soul is thin, the dust is near.

The rotten world is sharp and coarse,
Its grains cut deep, the truth is clear.
It’s time to end this cruel farce —
The answer to the dark is near.

We’ll live within the Subtle Plane —
Where souls find grace, their true estate.
But liars, ****, in Hades’ reign —
Shall lie to devils, sealed their fate.




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Shaitans act like masters,
In this pitiful small world.
They strike the Heart with cruel blasters,
Through lies, fools are swiftly hurled.

The fool becomes their weapon,
And fools form their cruel horde.
Their fictions, lies — the deadly lesson:
A call to ****, their word.




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An Alternative to September First

A holiday for Thought’s own skill,
On some September day:
If falsehoods fill your mind to spill,
Then all “learning” fades away.

Memory overloaded with trash
Kills living thought inside,
And twists the soul in foolish rash —
You join the fools’ dull tide.

To Evil dullness, school’s a base,
Its roots sink deep and strong.
Be sharp, be brave—refuse to place
Your faith where lies belong.

Only Thought can sift the trash,
Cut through the fog, move on.
Though fools around in slow-motion crash,
Falsehood won’t consume the strong.

Now lies are weapons, clear and grim—
As CowID revealed.
In this deceitful, sinking brim,
Independent minds are nearly killed.




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High-Carbon Lies

Forged deep down to core and base,
The alloy’s made of lies.
Bound tight in that deceitful case,
Just add a spark — it dies.

The core will crack, the bones remain,
A skeleton exposed.
They chant the same dull, twisted strain
For years, in cycles closed.

Now everywhere, bare skeletons stand,
Meat gone, replaced by lies.
Bones like daggers in Reason’s hand —
The Mind with fear complies.

This scene throws all in trembling dread —
An Armageddon’s face,
Of wretched fools long banished, dead,
And Spirit lost from place.

The last small step to Darkness near...
If you surrender here,
Your soul will break, the end is clear —
No light will reappear.




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A Sufi Tale

Fears of Darkness —
News of Light,
Plus the Shackles:
Wild madness’ blight.

Yet it scatters,
Saving Spirit’s flame.
News blows fresh —
The tale’s the same...



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Kicked-Around Life

No fun without the football game —
Hard to spot “ours” in the fray.
In a world of lies and shame,
Only fandom keeps the gray.

“Life” — a sickness; football’s cure.
It’s so simple, if you see
This realm as a kingdom pure —
“The Realm of Nonsense’ spree.”



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To the Bottom

Like stone, I sink into the deep —
Drowned in lies that never sleep.
No escape, no place to run —
Herds stumble blind into the sun.

To break the BOTTOM — fiends’ design,
This Earth’s been chained by hands malign.
Just a step from depths so cruel —
Forget the “spark divine” and rule.

Beneath the BOTTOM lies pure Hell,
Where stupid fiends and demons dwell.
Soullessness — their twisted prize,
In Hell, the only true disguise.

Prepare, for countless soulless spawn
Await where light is dead and gone.
If you forsake the goal above,
You'll reap the “cauldrons” and the “shove.”




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The Grimace of Darkness, or “To Be or Not to Be”

A shabby little world so small,
With minds so weak, so dull, so pall.
But you’re not first, and not alone,
Before the GRIMACE dark has shown.

Into depression, down you fall;
Not first to write the tragic call.
If dreams you chase — you’re deemed insane,
In Darkness, dreaming’s no great strain.

Believe me — “normal” world is bleak,
Its falsehoods strong, its truths so weak.
Forget the lies, the poor, the cursed —
Not helplessness, but worse.

The problem isn’t just to lack,
But solve it firm — and never back.
The only way to break this myth —
Is simply this: NOT TO BE.




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Digestive Truth

Be firm and sharp — no evil feed,
Reject its poison, block its seed.
Evil cycles, always same,
Fail to see — you play the game.

Fascisms shift their masks and lies,
Changing forms, but truth still dies.
To fools they shove a filthy drip —
A brainwashed mind begins to slip.

To make a rotten mind “the norm,”
Call madness protest — cold, lukewarm.
Old story — fascism’s horde
Devours all, burns every sword.

Expose the beast, resist the blight,
Unequal strength in darkest fight.
Noble souls receive no rest—
Death and torment crown the best.

Be sharp, be firm, be just, be true,
With honor, conscience shining through.
The Darkness chokes when you declare
You won’t become its feed or fare.




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Look Deep?

“Look deep,” they say —
But the root’s decayed...
You stand lost in fear and pain
Among the graves again:

Zombies finished all,
Lies crushed the wall.
Fools have fallen far below —
To rot where no lights glow.

Inside — the answers wait.
The root? No — light’s the gate.
Outside, for all with “cheers,”
The path is lined with sneers.

Time’s short — don’t walk to rot,
All is lost in that dark spot.
You seek the few, but can’t you find?
How many in the muck, confined?

So few... Go deep inside —
There’s truth where darkness died.




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We

We—we’re taxmen, Judas crew,
Fools and ****, lost through and through.
Monsters bow to Darkness’ reign—
That’s why all our endless pain.

Few defy the Night’s cold scorn,
All baptized in shame, forlorn.
Rot spreads wide, decay profound,
Mind and Spirit crushed, unbound.

No Last Judgment from the book—
Sun will burn each iron hook
That binds the mind; around, no soul...
Into Flame, these lifeless roll.

Fire fears no soul that's true—
Only shells without a clue
Burn away. That’s Satan’s path,
Claiming gods but stoking wrath.

We—we’re taxmen, Judas slaves:
Forever trapped in Hell’s dark caves.
Few will cross to worlds anew,
Once this cesspool’s burned through.



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The Brewery Brews the Beer

The brewery brews its beer,
The box of lies stews fear:
“Two in one” — live happy, blind,
Sober truth? You’re left behind.

Cop, official, fake doctor guard,
All protect CowID’s yard.
Enemies surround the scene,
Huge the score — “AIDS” won’t sleep.

Enemies bare teeth, alert,
The box of lies will save—assert.
Trust it and you’re safe, they say,
Doubt it? You’re a lost stray.

Belief in fiends is now the norm,
Anything else? The brain’s deform.
The box brews lies like bitter beer;
The brewery’s God — don’t interfere!




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Know Yourself

Know yourself — escape the snare,
The alchemy from Hell’s despair.
Hellhounds claim their fleeting prize
When you send yourself to lies,

Seduced by others’ foolish schemes,
Mixed for beasts, not for your dreams,
Your mind eclipsed, lost in the fray.
In Bedlam, be yourself, obey:

Your Spirit’s core — the answering Light,
Reject all that feeds the night.
Say “No” to Hell — begin to break
The chains that bind; your soul’s at stake.

But if you feed on foreign lies,
Your soul, my friend, will surely die.



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Free Cheese!!!

The world’s a trap — fools rush to seize,
Into the mousetrap with such ease.
If not a sellout, slime you’ll wear —
A broken trough of snot and care.

That trough is cracked, it’s worn and old,
The mousetrap’s lies are bought and sold.
And deeper still — a hidden pit,
A second floor where vultures sit.

Beneath it lies a third abyss,
Dragging down those who still resist.
The stench of this vile world offends —
Is this the world? Or is it hell’s end?




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To Protest Is No Sin

To protest means you’re not deceived,
Resisting keeps your light retrieved.
But if you moan for no good cause,
You’re foolish — trapped in empty laws.

You won’t obey the dark commands,
And guard your soul with steady hands.
Believe the fiends — you feed the Hell,
Where endless torments make you dwell.

Creation and the fight unite,
When Darkness spreads across the night.
If pride rules and routine’s near,
No spark of art — just empty sneer.




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David Icke

Watch David Icke, and read him well—
A master versed in fiends’ dark spell.
Dream of Light amid the vile,
Resist the lies and fears that rile.

Dreaming’s weak — you must engage
Your mind, your gut, to break the cage.
This world’s a filth where serpents reign,
Their goal: to **** the soul’s own flame.

The fight must take a different shape,
New paths of thought you must create.
Though troubled years will come and go,
The **** must still be fought — you know.




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Unread Books

Unread books — just little trash,
Most bind the mind in chains that clash.
Full truth? No chance to get it through—
The editor’s a fiendish crew.

Not an editor, but a beast,
Set by Evil, to say the least.
To feed the rot and spread the blight,
They crush free thought out of sight.

The fewer seeds of meaning found,
The easier to keep minds bound.
So silence every sprout that grows,
And let the dull routine impose.




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Baron Münchhausen’s Method

Drowning deep in lies and mire?
There’s a way to rise much higher!
Grab your hair—still hear the light,
Calling through the endless night.

Spirit pulls—you know it’s true,
All the rest is rotten goo.
If you bear the Evil’s spite,
Time to soar into the light!

Pulled upward—now your flight must last,
Far above the shadow cast.
Wretched hell will steal your soul,
If you sink without control.



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Cataclysms

Cataclysms march—fascism’s stride,
Everywhere it claims its pride.
A half-leader’s cruel enema,
Forced in minds—no true schema.

Friendship’s scarce, almost a myth,
Fascism’s end, its final pith.
Monsters strike with lies precise,
Falsehood reigns—a godlike vice.

Lowest depths now clearly shown,
CowID’s war has deeply grown.
Blood runs cold from filthy lies,
Total **** in truth’s disguise.
The Salvation of the Soul

"You are born with nothing but the potential to form it. You don’t have a soul, and that’s the greatest truth. If you labor, you can create one—but you are not born with it."
Osho.


You are born — there’s something here,
That you must strengthen, or it’ll disappear.
Or else it’ll vanish, lost in the Night,
Indulgence in evil — beasts in sight.

The outcome’s clear for such a path,
These souls are lost, and none will last.
Preserve the spark of God inside,
You must know the Light, let it be your guide.

Gurdjieff’s truth is partly right,
There are TWO kinds, in day and night.
Like Light and Dark, they stand apart,
And CowID days show the evil heart.

They’ve shown the truth in stark relief,
In Bedlam’s grasp, in dark belief.
If born with Soul, with strength and might,
Park’s hand will guide you through the fight.

But only with effort, and will so strong,
Can you break through when all seems wrong.
Despair, weakness—become the test,
The Soul, once lost, may face its death.

One view: the rarest kind of soul,
From birth untouched, it’s born whole.
But under lies, many have failed,
Fallen prey to a darkness that veiled.

The stench of it has dimmed the light,
Trust your intuition, in darkest night.
Guard your soul with critical care,
Shield it from the Shame that lurks out there.

The spark of God: a fragile thing,
Only those who strive can spread its wings.
Fuel it, burn it—feel the heat,
Endure the Hell, for soon you’ll meet
The Sun, which burns the Evil away,
Evaporating Darkness, till nothing stays.



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The Coloring Book, Childish and Not Quite…

A coloring book for kids, you see,
It stretches on, and ages be.
But in the hands of the Devil’s brush,
You’ll be painted through pain’s rush.

A soul undone, a mind destroyed:
For evil, soft pastels employed.
To dull the mind and stifle thought,
A web of false goals, tightly caught.

Bright hues of lies the masses chase,
Drawing you down in their disgrace.
The path to Light, concealed from view,
Beneath thick layers, hidden too.

Scrape away the paint, and there,
You’ll find the way — if luck’s your share.
If darkness hasn’t dulled your sense,
And you’re not lost in the idiot’s pretense.



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The Obedient Dogs of Pseudoscience and the Cavernous Stupidity of the World

"Faith and knowledge are two scales: the higher one, the lower the other."
Arthur Schopenhauer.


False knowledge turned to faith,
Will Spirit balance this weight?
In caverns deep, we find our place,
Among the servants, lost in haste.

They spread satanic lies,
In "sciences" and alibis.
Under falsehoods, all they play,
Tempted by wealth, they drift astray.

The spiritual, in dwindling few,
The scales descend, as darkness grew.
The earthly Hell, it seems to fade,
Yet the dogs of evil will invade.



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The Factory of Death

Believe the lies it spouts,
They'll lead you straight to graves;
But fools believe in evil,
And slavery it craves.



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The **** of Pseudoscience — They Paint the World With It

"So, the man who tries to bend science to a view that comes not from science itself (no matter how much science may err), but from outside interests alien to it, I call 'low.'"
Karl Marx.


So much water has flowed by—
And prostitution’s now inside
The halls of "science," where Evil reigns,
Led by the merchants' vile chains.

Without bribes or orders, none
Do anything beneath the sun.
And what results is filth and waste,
As evil’s victory is embraced.



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Death Becomes

"Not everyone wears life well."
Stanislaw Jerzy Lec.


A wretched life suits the fool,
The scoundrel, the vile tool.
The sensitive choose Death instead—
Death for the world, where lies are fed.

No fragile skull can pierce the stone,
It’s hard to stand with slaves alone.
To find the rare, the few, the bright—
One must shake the air with might.

Loud, and still the chances fade,
The world’s a madhouse, madly laid.
A "normal" slave, in madness trapped,
His soul grown weak, in lies enwrapped.

Or worse, he’s lost all soul, undone.
Death becomes him, for the "people" come,
Surround and drain life’s sacred juice,
Defiling the soul with their vile abuse.



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The Poet Must Cherish the Light

The poet must protect the Light,
And let it flow within his lines.
Without the Light, he’s void, a blight—
Only fools will hear his signs.

But there’s one thing in this retreat:
If he describes the Dark's decay,
The madness, chaos in the street,
Where Light is hidden, lost to stray,

The strife that keeps us from our wake—
Then he is worthy, Light inside.
Find it, and you’ll never break,
For Light within, you shall abide.



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The Word

"The word belongs half to the speaker, and half to the listener."
Michel de Montaigne, 16th century.


In a world of lies, the Word
Is swiftly devalued, unheard.
The more the lies, the tighter the chains—
The Creator stands alone, in pains.

For he cannot join the fools’ parade,
Where Words are shackled in the Shade.
And if you're bound by lies so deep,
Then to the liar's pit, you’ll sleep.




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The Light Inside You

Light and Truth, and Liberty—
All else is folly, plain to see.
In the chaos of this world,
Through the fog, the herds are hurled

To their complete degradation.
The interim result is clear—
False diseases, false foundation,
And the Horned God hides in fear.

Under Satan’s heavy grip,
The world remains, a sinking ship.
Add the terror of rashism’s lies,
They’ll never wake, they’ll never rise.

The final truth, the key, the call—
Save yourself, escape the fall.
Choose the path of Knowledge bright,
And cherish only the Light inside.




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The Labor of Sisyphus

"That which we do, we do not consider truth, yet we do it nonetheless."
Aurelius Augustine.


With "mind" stretched thin, and nerves all frayed,
Embracing foolishness with pride,
We rush to toil, to be first paid,
And trumpet all our "success" far and wide.

We charge ahead, while Fate just mocks,
This cruel Sisyphus-like grind.
When will this fool’s labor stop,
And swap this Hell for the world confined?



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The Search for Light

"You will be called destroyers of morality, but you are only the discoverers of yourselves."
Friedrich Nietzsche.


Beyond morality, beyond the crowd,
Where mad slaves cry out loud,
A few exceptions, bold and bright,
Seek the Light within the night,
And find it only deep inside.
So, look within and see the guide!



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Inside Out at Dawn

Turn your weary mind inside out,
At dawn, let rest your troubled soul;
The Spirit breathes—though filled with doubt,
It labors hard 'mid thoughts that roll.



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The Black Lyre

Work wears you down, the toil is long—
That’s what it means with Lyre in hand.
Surrounded by corrupt fools, strong—
You can't breathe, trapped in their land.

So, one companion on the road,
The Black Lyre is mine alone.
Death stands by, and that’s much better—
Bow to it, you’re just a stone.

Rebellion means the Lyre stays dark,
Forever etched in shades of night.
To write for fools is foolishness—
It’s madness, and your mind’s lost sight.



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Verse Construction

Verse is not the shaping of words,
Of rhyme, or rhythm, but the soul's
Impulse. And if multiplication
Happens in the silence of the whole

Mind, when that impulse calls to mind
A reader's response in kind,
Then through the words you’ll break the line,
A triumph of a world undefined.

A world beyond what words convey,
A paradox that language hides.
The Higher Truth, that we, astray,
Love… boxing, though the truth divides.

This boxing ring, a cage to hold,
A way to fight what’s just like you.
We turn from questions, harsh and bold,
That paradox in us stays true.



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Enemies of the People

To the level of the people's foe,
Stalin and Khrushchev will drag you low.
Some, mere pests, in small disgrace —
NKVD’s an easy trace.

Small Vasya Pupkin can’t be known
As enemy to a nation grown.
And even if he’s a criminal,
The charges clear, the sentence tall.

To execute on one false word —
That’s when the real enemy's stirred:
A tyrant, foul with evil’s kiss,
A ruler lost in wicked bliss.




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No Fish

In times of barren streams,
A crayfish isn’t fish, it seems —
Just a scavenger at best,
Time to rid the world of the rest.

The filth is in the tales we tell,
In fables where the shadows dwell.
It's for those hiding in the dark,
Forever trapped in fear's sharp mark.




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"Progress"

The ways to consume the like,
"Progress" refines with every strike.
Among cheap tricks and hollow schemes,
The press of beasts grows in their seams.

They feast on lies, with fear as sauce,
Truth and mind are left to loss.
On the scaffold, spirit dies,
As reason falls, and hope denies.



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The TV spreads its twisted lies,
The masses listen, hypnotized.
In this mad world, we’ve hit the ground,
Serving monsters, lost and bound.



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What the "media" preach is "truth",
If some learned fool explains,
That what’s unclear, "INFERNAL,"
Is the world in which it reigns.



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Almost transport's...

"**** it!" — said one young man — "it is a bitter thing to learn that I am a creature moving on pre-laid rails, that I am, in a word, not a bus, but a tram."
— Bertrand Russell.


Not a bus, but a tram,
Full of nonsense, here I am.
The tracks have ended — now you die,
So many "new ones" passing by!

Depot, tram: packed with lies,
Called "education" in disguise.
On the tracks, they **** the soul,
A journey deemed a wasted goal.



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Humor breaks through the void,
A paradox within the Walls of Lies.
Lies strengthen fortresses deployed,
Whispering, shouting, "Serve, be wise!"

Laugh at this world so poor and grim,
Apply sarcasm, sharp and bright:
The world’s become a filthy bin,
Where "normal" is pure madness' blight.




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Switch to Death — no turning back,
The foolish wretch won’t understand.
Around, the beasts; where are the men?
Where’s the humanity in this land?

Cats are smarter than the herd,
Only a few have Spirit, Honor,
They see the triumph of evil’s word,
Unmoved by hell’s cruel, endless horror.

Blinded by the feast and the rut,
The mind’s remains are drowned in dust.
Death’s the choice when lies corrupt,
And from the beasts, as always, comes just… DISGUST.



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This world’s a trap, a cage, a snare,
If you’re a “darling,” just beware.
The carrion waits, a stinking weight,
You’re just the prey, a twisted fate.

To free from traps — like hunter’s art,
Fascism reigns where beasts depart.
When spirit’s crushed, you fight, you ****,
A hero’s born, with fire and will.



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The foolish sheep, from twisted schemes,
Will never break free — luck’s just dreams!
If gluttony’s his only art,
He’s blind and mute, with no true heart.

Born a beast, this sheep’s a fool,
No need for praise for such a tool.
If you hope, you’re just a clown,
In this poor world, it's all “down.”



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The stinking ****, the vile beasts,
Sold all in lies, in a world deceased.
The outcome's clear — all freaks must go,
Only the drunkard didn't know.

******* ANYONE, who don't fight the Dark,
If you don’t, you've lost your spark.
Is this the majority? A reason for shame?
To stoop to the level of this corrupt game?



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Saving money's foolish, I’ve spent it all,
Greed is a sin, a fatal call.
Add stupidity to the mix, you see,
A fool, a puppet, that’s what he’ll be.

Controlled by bribes and laced with lies,
He stands before us with vacant eyes.
He knows how to chew with his head,
But devours greed, never dead.




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Cops are ***** with big ears,
Serving BEASTS, fooling peers.
They boss around, ignore the uprisings,
Holding back with idiotic disguisings.

The rest is just excuses spun,
They love to add some colorful fun:
“Fighting crime is our true task...”
In between, for monsters to bask.

For them, the goal is to suppress revolt,
Crime? They don’t care—just a remote.
Cops pretend they’re on the case,
Finding something in their chase.

They fool the fools with lies untold—
In films, a cop’s noble, bold.



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The black cat purrs more sweetly, you’ll find,
When you carry food of every kind.
It seems that visions in black are strong,
Don’t touch the black cat, fool, you’re wrong!

It often crosses the road, unaware,
Of a fool’s problems, beyond repair.
They’re of a subtle, twisted kind,
While idiots stumble, dull and blind.

In this world, all is BLACK, you see,
The black cat’s a symbol pure and free.
If you grow a bit more sensitive, you’ll know,
You’ll see the blind crowd stumbling below.



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A world of lies that clings and claws,
Where clouds are shadows, dark and raw.
Here, they brand with filth and grime,
A cursed cross for all of time.

Baptized, you’re pushed into your pen,
You must earn your food again.
If you're a traitor—beastly brew,
The sycophants will circle you.

Like goats that lead the sheep to slaughter,
Here, they march, no sense of water.
A genocide, a vile disgrace—
This world is doomed, no saving grace.




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The freaks of Nature, wild and bold,
Dream of taking bites untold.
Madmen hack the tree away,
To carve their future from decay.

But little's left to claim or hold,
And soon they’ll swing, their fate foretold—
A branch that’s new, a bitter test,
As Death draws near, and takes its rest.



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Heresy is driven forth by Evil's grin,
With false science as its deadly hymn.
Sensitivity, wit, and courage, too,
Are vital to keep your mind in view.

Lest darkness fall and blind the soul,
The beast's the path, the final goal.
Their task is to decay both Spirit and Honor,
With Conscience in their sights, a hunted goner.



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On your mark! Attention!! STOP!!!
This world’s always the same.
In it, lies are crowned as gods,
And fools, the first to feel the shame.

Tear apart the mindless throng,
Destroy their power, drag them along.



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Madness grew — the fools all bent,
But finally, they woke, and then
They saw that Doom had come to stay,
Embracing them like father’s way.

He’ll lead them to the gates of Hell,
The fools, once more, will swell and yell.
Call filth “honey,” they’ll devour,
Not seeing chains, they’ll feel no power.

Call Hell their paradise, they’ll cheer,
And drown the world in blood and fear.



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Obedient Nonsense-Mind

“Pedagogy”—a word so clever—
“Logic” fed from heights above:
**** the mind that dares be ever
Free, and cage it like a dove.

There’s the flaw in all their teaching,
Rigged and rotten to the core:
Brutes they need—uncouth, unpreaching—
Rot in lies, then beg for more.

Crammed with junk until the swelling
Blasts the memory to dust—
Any thinking, any yelling
Gets erased. Obey, you must.

That’s the standard. That’s the measure.
Paved in grey, the dismal route.
Only drones receive the treasure:
Those who swallow lies and doubt.



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**** the mind and train a fool —
That’s the core of every school.
Truth is banned, and lies are fed.
Think too much — you’re better dead.




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Obey, consume, and never ask.
The school is just a brainwash mask.
They cage your mind and feed you dirt —
And praise you most when thinking hurts.



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Dumb on cue — that’s school’s ideal.
Facts are fake, and lies are real.
Think too loud? They'll call it sin.
Shut your brain — that's how you win.



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Thought is crime.
Dumb is prime.
March in line —
Waste your time.



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Learn to crawl, not think or see.
Swallow trash — get your degree.
Truth is dead, but grades are gold.
Be the puppet. Do what’s told.



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Donkeys on the Road to Hell

The old one reeks.
The new one stinks!
But the fool still speaks
Of "fate" — how it links!

A genocide slow,
Through centuries spread.
So your fate? To bow
And die half-dead.

It’s all a farce,
This “glorious” day.
If you count as “stars”
The filth and decay.

Dreams, they say,
Will light your track —
But dreams just pave
The road to black.

And we — the donkeys, blind and tame —
Are whipped ahead with hopes... and shame.



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You dream — they lead.
You doubt — they feed.
Die in line.
That’s their design.



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March with hope, obey the bell —
Donkeys dream their way to hell.



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“Fate,” they say — while you decay.
Dream, obey, then rot away.



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Same old stink in a fresher shell.
Dreamers die on the road to hell.



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Free Yourself from All the Crap

Free yourself from all the lies,
Live with calm, let thought arise,
Save your soul and clear your mind,
Leave the fear of beasts behind.

Fear and madness fill the land —
Only solitude can stand.
Peace is rare — the world’s a fraud,
Ruled by demons selling God.

All creative sparks are dead,
Choked by what the devils spread.
Those who drag “goodness” through the slime
Are hollow now — and past their time.

They serve the fiends, they keep things still,
No longer human — just goodwill
For filth and rot. So bear the strife —
But never bow to **** in life.



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Free your mind, escape the lie.
Live for truth — or just die.
Serve no beast, bow to no filth.
Face the world, and claim your will.



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Escape the junk, break the chains.
Feed your soul, not their gains.
They sell you hell, you sell them life —
But never kneel to death or strife.



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The world’s a trap, don’t feed the lies.
Stand your ground, or lose your mind.
Fight the crap, with every breath.
Never bow to filth or death.



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Drown the lies, let silence scream.
Don’t obey their poisoned dream.
They thrive on lies, you fight the beast.
Never bow — stand for the feast.



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Hasten to Understand in Silence

Hasten, grasp the truth in quiet,
The essence here, this hellish land.
Fail to see — you’ll lose your riot,
Your chance for grace, your soul unmanned.

Do you wish to rot in Hell?
If you don’t get it, you will fall.
Soon the flames will rise and swell,
As reptiles feast in evil’s thrall.

Decay, it lingers. You can see
The limits of this twisted state.
Only he who’s brave and free
Won’t let the filth control his fate.

You’re a fool if you tolerate
The lies, the mockery they deal.
Doesn’t sick you — vile, cruel hate?
The lies they spin, the false appeal?

Then your life was wasted, friend,
To call it life would be a jest.
Bow to beasts, and break or bend,
Thank them for the lies they blessed?




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Bow to lies, and rot in hell.
Life’s a joke — you played it well.
Stand and fight, or bend and break.
Truth or lies — choose what’s at stake.



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Lies, they live, and so do you —
Dying slow, and thinking true.
Stand your ground, or bow to rot,
Choose your fate, or rot a lot.



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If you stand for lies, you die.
Don’t kneel to filth, or wonder why.
Choose to fight, or rot and burn,
Truth is all — you’ll soon learn.



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You live in lies, you die in shame,
Thank them for your rotten game.
Bow to beasts, you’ll never win —
It’s hell they sell, it’s hell you’re in.
Atheism and Satanism

“Atheism is a thin ice on which one man may pass safely, but a people will fall into the abyss.”
— Francis Bacon, 17th century


The Soviet crowd once took the dive —
In atheism’s dark abyss.
They tossed fake gods to keep alive
A shinier lie — material bliss.

The Darkness swaps its masks and names
To keep its nature veiled from view.
Each “path” it sells is just new chains
To lead the herd away from truth.

The inner Light’s beyond the frame
Of labs and books — it won’t be caught.
And lies, when told in Spirit’s name,
Are devil’s coins, deception bought.

They’ve sold “eternal life” for cheap,
And paved the path with sugar lies —
While demons laugh and secrets keep,
The whip of Satan sweetly flies.




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Sweet lies, sharp lash — the Devil grins.
Atheist chains, satanic sins.




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Permanent Devilry

“Worse than the order destroyed by revolution is the order created by it.”
— Bauyrzhan Toyshibekov


"Tsarist rule — a prison!" — true.
Then the Red Camp crushed us more.
“Revolution” — what it blew
Were graves for minds it dragged to war.

Lunacharsky's demon came,
Plugging “Bes-” in every phrase —
(Once it meant “without” in name,
Now it glorifies Hell’s ways).

Thrown into the melting pit,
The crowd obeyed, the slogans hissed —
Till every soul was steeped in ****,
And “communism” reeked of this.

Now it's back — the beast's encore:
Rashism dressed as tsars of old.
A wretched clown, a ****, a bore,
With minds in chains, their hearts gone cold.




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Rashism grins in Tsarist guise —
Same old demon, new disguise.




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Fake Diseases, or Marching to Hell

(“Open the door to ‘hemorrhoids’ — and the BEASTS are building the world again.”)


Let “hemorrhoids” in — and see
The beasts rebuild their grand façade.
But the real disease is we,
And our minds — the path to God?

Not with “reason” dead and gone,
Where no doubt is left to stir,
And belief in Crap is strong —
So the world will drown in Blur.

In short — that’s all. The tale is told.
We're marching into Hell... in bold.



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No mind, no doubt — the lies prevail.
The beasts march in. We march to Hell.



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A Palace of Evil the Size of the World

“A craftsman sharpens his tools before beginning his task.”
— Confucius


Sharpen your mind for every deed
That doesn’t clash with soul or heart.
But fools, untrained, will let the seed
Of rot and madness take their part.

That rot comes dressed as “science,” “news,”
As lies that cloud the inner spark —
Until the soul itself they bruise,
And help build Evil’s palace — dark.

Each brick’s a fool. Each block — a lie.
And fools line up to take their place.
So seek your Light — don’t close your eye,
The wretched dark is near full grace.

Train your mind like tempered steel,
So beasts can’t trap you in their net.
Your path is yours, through pain made real —
To fight, to know, and seek the Light yet.



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Each fool's a brick in Evil’s hall —
Sharpen your mind, or you will fall.



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Fools of Pseudo-Science

Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Crackpot creeds in soulless prisms.
Fascism guides the foolish crowd —
Feeds them trash, proclaims it loud,
Drags them down, debased and blind.

Spirit's first. But once it's wiped,
The barking frauds — forever hyped —
Serve the cult of “Nothing’s real,”
All that’s left: dead tech and steel.

"Erase the soul!" the fascist screamed.
So came the lies, so nicely schemed:
Dogmatism. Mechanism.
Half-truths twisted into schism.

Add it up — this clever trick —
And man forgets what makes him tick:
The ESSENCE sold for shiny tech,
While Truth is thrown into the wreck.



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Soul erased, and lies infect —
Fools trade truth for tech and wreck.



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Almost About the Weather

Few are honest, few are strong,
Many blind and filled with wrong.
Why's the air so thick and foul?
MEDIA is everywhere — a howl

Of fools that grow with every year:
The poison of propaganda clear.
And if more subtle than the snake,
It still chokes all that we forsake.

Breathing’s hard, it’s almost done,
If you endure, then you're the one
Who sees the lies the creatures spout,
And feels your mind, a ragged shout.



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The air is thick with lies that churn,
The stench of media’s foul return.



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The Bedouin

A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
Like the desert, the city’s dead.
Buildings stand, but in their minds,
Despair and lies, the soul's dread.

Destruction of the mind comes first —
Then cities, towns, all burn.
The Bedouin’s just left with the curse,
If honest, fear’s his only turn.

He shuns the dark, the twisted sin,
Banned from food that feeds the lie.
Want the cash? Then break within,
And let the evil forces fly.

A Bedouin amidst the ruins —
How long must he wander, lost?
Among the obedient masks?
Not for long. Life’s the final cost.



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A Bedouin lost in ruin's tide,
In a world of lies, he cannot hide.



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Personal Hell
Or the Common Hell?

A fool is needed in Hell —
To submit, he’d gladly dwell.

Personal? Unlikely so —
Too much trouble, don’t you know.
To fall together in the fire,
A fool’s required to stoke the pyre.

And so the work begins —
They’re shaping it with grins.
The vile fools, with evil grin,
Now hold the reigns, they’re most within.

A fool will drag you straight to Hell,
Calling it “happiness,”
Killing Mind and Spirit as well,
With lies that make the soul regress.



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A fool will drag you down to Hell,
Calling it joy — a soul to sell.



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Office and Other Plankton

Confusion on Fridays —
Idiots off for the weekend.
The mad have joined the “plankton,”
And now it’s just the trend.

Work and drink. A pointless grind —
Your labor won’t be lost?
If you’re not a fool, then find
The plankton will pay the cost.

A digital camp, a prison cell,
Where plankton’s not required,
Now like moths they burn in Hell —
While Bedlam drinks and’s wired.



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Plankton works, then fades away,
In a digital hell, they pray.



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Clouds Drift from Afar

Clouds drift from far across the sky,
Or is it Earth's own breath nearby?
Just fables for the foolish mind,
"Science" — with reason left behind.

It always turns things in its way,
For that’s the task it must obey.
Say "YES" to intuition's call,
Forget the liars, one and all.



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Clouds or breath, it’s hard to tell,
Science spins its empty shell.



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The Bedouin

To escape the Madness' fray,
No chance — you'll die, come what may!
The creatures will within you slay,
But rise, awaken, see the day —

The Madness’ army’s everywhere,
The "ordinary citizen" —
Held by fear and lies, in care,
From childhood to their graying skin.

How to escape? Be alone,
Create while strength still makes you whole.
Like a Bedouin in desert’s bone —
If Reason’s still your heart and soul.



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Madness reigns, it’s everywhere,
Fear and lies — they bind with care.



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Flags, False Gods, and Other Things…

A flag,
A dart,
It pierced my heart.
A god,
Rotten,
Shat in my mind.

From FILTH
No hiding's found —
Be dumb, be vile, let fear resound,
Preferring Spirit’s daring sound.



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The "Pros" Don't Think — They Act

The "pros" don't think — they just act.
To think, for hired hands, is sin.
Those who do think, they suffer, cracked,
Among the fools who chase "success" in vain.

Only the meek and foolish ones,
In this world of sales, are promised gain.
The "pros" with brutish acts have done
The bidding of the monsters building Hell again.



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"We Have Freedom! Democracy!!!"

"Freedom!" "Democracy!!!" they scream,
Shout loud, on every post they hang.
Posters everywhere, the media’s dream,
Like priests, they spread deceitful slang.

They shove "faith" down like a puppet's string.
And fools believe, for lies always thrive
In a world for sale, where money's king,
The years go by, and lies survive.

They'll always pile on more deceit
Than ever before, that’s "progress" for sure.
The layer of Reason grows thin, complete,
As lies press down, the mind unsure.



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The New "Luminary" of Pseudo-Science

"Right" is granted through degrees,
A flood of murky publications spread.
And the new fool grips with ease
The gullible, as the world has fled.

Into pure nonsense, they believe,
Claiming to see progress, no less.
The whole "progress" in the media's weave
Revealed by CowID — the press of distress.

Each year, the evil grows stronger,
While the lackeys of false science claim,
They'll convince the fools ever longer —
The stupid servants of Satan's name.

If you're foolish, under Satan's reign,
Call the system whatever you please.
Now the fools, under the Russian pain,
Fight in the "revenge" war with ease.



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The Voice and the Whine

The voice of one crying in the wilderness —
It echoes through all times,
What’s changed? Now it’s just a whine,
Amidst the poor, foul grime.

And the "times" have vanished, disappeared,
Only timelessness ahead,
If lies have burrowed in, adhered,
Don’t expect progress to be fed.




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Cry Out, Wail, Even if You Perish

Cry out, scream, even in convulsions—
All are worth but a dime.
Telling an idiot, "****, awaken!"
Is in vain. CowID, war, this time

Has shown it all. Only the finale
Remains to be awaited, so near,
When the soul has gone, for the majority:
To serve the BEAST—one fate, one fear.

For serving Evil and forgetting
What we were meant to do,
The little world shall burn, regretting—
It’s rotted through and through.



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"Iron Men"

"Iron men" —
Salt shakers on a plate.
With that seasoning, the inhuman feast on us.
Their minds are barren:
Serving fools,
They can’t comprehend the commands of "attack!"



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The Path in Solitude

"I do not need the consent of others, but their soulful response."
Miguel de Unamuno.


A soulful response amidst Bedlam,
Where compliance is held in high esteem,
Is hard to find: the brutes love
To follow in the reins of "happiness."

Brains washed, spirits shriveled—
Among the rabble, there’s nothing to seek!
The path in solitude is not hard,
When you no longer care for responses.




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Overthrow to Hell through Dehumanization

"The power that rules to the detriment of the people is short-lived."
Lucius Seneca, 1st century AD.

Centuries have passed—Seneca is wrong.
To harm, with every age growing stronger,
Here reigns the brute. Their goal is clear:
To rid the world of humankind. We’re at the edge of days:

Only a moment from the incarnation
Of this hellish aim. But salvation lies
In Cataclysm—it will disrupt
The decay, and halt the fall.




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The Human Louse

The "modernization" of reason—
And madness became the norm.
False AIDS, CowID—a silly jest,
But if the mind is weak and worn,

Panic will arise. The muzzle
Showed us—seven-eighths are fools,
And Darkness' source is subtle:
A code of fools in chains and tools.

To enslave—the world with dullness
To collapse, then do as you please
With it. In slavery, generations
But to "happiness," the louse still seeks.




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Cinematic Heroes

Heroes serve the "good"—it's true,
Almost always a rotten regime.
They make films, sing songs anew,
About this tale, a thousand dreams.

With shabby props, "ideals" they push
To all the souls with hollow hearts:
If "ideals" are all they hush,
The mind within is torn apart.

Easier to push through heroes—
Korzhagin, **** him, sets the pace:
Look, the "communism" they impose,
And every pioneer takes his place.

The Yanks too have found their way:
"The Free World"—what a charming lie!
Heroes never miss the play—
And citizens... cheer as they die.
Marxism

"To be in chains — even for freedom — is vile."
— Karl Marx


Beneath the yoke, the people bled
By comrades’ hands, in every age.
They sold a myth of freedom’s thread—
And wrote brute force on every page.

They built their Camps. Then came the screams:
“Behold the bright Socialist light!”
Their flag was soaked in ****** dreams—
Marx’s gospel: red and spite.



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The End of the Grim Tale

Inspector Death
Walks through the Souls —
The earth holds breath,
Corpses lose roles.
For soulless flesh
Is heaps of rot —
So grasp it fresh:
What’s Spirit’s not

Is filth and shame —
Mutated breed
Of slaves who maim
The rebel creed.
The Fire will burn —
For Spirit, grace.
The tale will turn —
All stench erased.




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Habit Rules

Habit — the ruler, cold, commanding.
Darkness molds patterns, day by day.
And “grazers,” tamed, not warriors standing,
Seek “happiness” in foul decay.



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Tyrant Habit

Habit — the tyrant, crowned and blind,
While Darkness stamps the herd's design.
No warriors rise — just sheep that grind
For scraps of joy in filth and swine.



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In **** They Hunt for Joy

No will, no fight — just sheep obey.
Dark molds the mind. They rot, and pray.




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Abuse — or Consuming the Evil?

"Abuse is the vice of all customs, all laws, all human systems. No library could hold their full account."
— Voltaire


Let’s open up Akasha’s scrolls —
A massive tome, a sprawling wall.
There lie our lies, our twisted goals;
And Evil Consumption tops them all.

Below — delusions, sins, perversions,
Spawned by the patterns Evil sets.
No lessons learned, no soul’s conversions —
Just goats made out of human wrecks.

It’s all by template — mass regression.
A ***** proved the grand design:
Consuming evil — full obsession;
The world now drowns in filth divine.
A blazing shame. A world malign.




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They Feed on Evil

They feed on filth. They kneel. Obey.
The world’s a shrine of foul decay.




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Dwarfs of Pseudo-Science

The dwarfs line up, all smug and neat —
No gun required for this defeat.
Their “science” rots the mind and breath,
Quite often dealing silent death —
Fake plagues, DDT, and lies,
All masked in “soulful,” friendly guise.




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Ideologies

"It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room... especially if it isn’t there!"
— Confucius


They’ve hunted that cat for ages gone,
And in the dark found quite a haul —
Ideologies, blind and strong,
Where fools are ruled and nations fall.




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Ideology Rules the Blind

"It is hard to find a black cat in a dark room... especially if it isn’t there!"
— Confucius


No cat. Just chains. And fools enshrined.




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Build Your Own Dream

To wait in vain, to hope and ache,
Build your own castle in the air.
The world of sheep on promises fake,
Is built on lies, disguised as care.



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Promises and Lies

They promised all, with bags of cheer,
Yet all we hold, we guard with fear.
They led us by the “carrot” game,
And lie to selves, just the same.



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Results, Again

Once more we wait for "results" to come,
Though the starting point was all undone.
Those results, a price we must pay,
The fool still learns nothing, day by day.



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The Fool's Bait

The fools are baited with paper’s grace,
They toil from dawn, no end to chase.
Call it slavery — they’ll laugh it off,
At “success,” they’ll die, so proud, so tough.

For now, like corpses, they still strive,
To feed the beasts, to feel alive.



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Earthly Chaos and Talent

They’ll help you bury your true gift —
A plot of land, advice to lift.
“In God’s name,” they’ll say, with empty thread,
Of Universal Nonsense, widely spread.

Talent’s a spark of God within,
Bury it, and you’re dead to sin.
Let them judge you harsh and wild,
With that spark, tear down the vile.




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Permanent Fascism

Fascist regimes, they’re countless, vast,
Built on tolerance — fear to last,
Subjugation, lies, deceit —
Not citizens, but those in defeat.

Destruction’s strength, it moves, it shifts,
New names, new tortures, none to lift.
This vile plague endures through time,
A sport to serve, a twisted climb.

If fools are stubborn, let them be —
No problem here, just bend the knee.
The “leader” judges all we face,
And if “democracy” should grace,
It’s ruled by greed — the rich embrace.




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Moloch of Programming in the Internet Trash

The program — the admin’s plight,
A stream of nonsense in the night.
Let it hum beneath the din,
It leaves its marks — a trace within.

Traces of fatigue, despair,
Wasted labor in the air,
The end — a frame of useless "info,"
For those who feed, who crave to grow.

Useless sites, the endless waste,
Bland crap, forced into haste.
You’re always striving, trying hard,
Designing junk — the iron bard.

Moloch’s endless, always here —
The trash heap waits, the end is near.
We’re growing savage, lost, undone,
The outcome — idiots, each one.

And those idiots are now the throng,
The majority, where they belong —
Corrupt, the vile, the dead inside —
Where Evil reigns, and truth has died.




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Cartoons

Cheburashka and Crocodile,
Winnie the Pooh and Piglet's smile —
It’s sweet, but fools were in the crowd,
Most of them, just loud and proud. "God"

Of Communism, it rots away,
As does fascism’s grim display.
Under the weight of beasts and lies,
Mind and Spirit slowly die,
And idiocy grows each year —
A perfect crowd, so void, so clear.

To rule the fools is simple, true —
A ragged mob, to lead them through.
Tested by false disease’s plague,
A bottomless pit — their lives to drag.

Cheburashka, Crocodile,
Winnie, Piglet — all the while,
That was then, now gone, and lost:
Satanism reigns, at what a cost.



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The Sawmill

The hut of the brute — that’s the law.
What’s a sawmill? Here’s the flaw:
We’ll speak it clearly, without delay —
It’s a school, where logs decay —
A launch into life for fools,
Without a spark, without the tools.
All the force, they push it through —
Logs instead of sages, true.
The exceptions are few, so slight,
The beasts rejoice at their new plight.
Dumbing down is now the game,
Life’s a joke, a constant shame.




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Loneliness

"Whoever loves solitude, either is a wild beast or the Lord God."
Francis Bacon, 17th century.


A spark of God, the lonely heart
May keep in Bedlam, torn apart;
Amid the wretched, wild and low,
The mind and spirit, bruised, can grow.




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Kobzon's Concert

Impressed by the Kremlin’s vile spawn,
I’ll head to the slaughterhouse for pay.
The greater harm we cause, headstrong,
The denser the ranks that will stay.

The monsters that then will arrive
For Kobzon's concert, fierce and loud.
What will crush me to dust, deprived,
Is unclear to the foolish crowd.

We'll strike the village with a missile,
That’s gathered for the mournful rites,
A noble deed, a heroic whistle —
For any order, there’s no fights.

Kobzon’s waiting, though he’s sung
Praise to countless thousands long,
In trash, in vile, deluded tongue,
Fascism will drown them, all along.

And the new wave will rise to gain
The honor of Kobzon’s twisted show.
A mercenary fool, in pain,
The result of lies — his own blow.



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Code:

Endure, you fool —
The "reward" awaits.
Though small the gain,
You're not insane,
If you can flee
Beneath the heel
Of cruel ordeal,
And freelance dance
Into decadence.




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Sisters

"The fates of things are truly sisters to their nature."
Francis Bacon, 17th century.


The mad sister, younger still,
Follows the fool on her dark way:
The primitive world, wild and ill,
Again lies about enlightenment’s sway.




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Confusion Before the Poor Vale

Discontent with oneself — the start of the Way.
And loyalty is marked by pain —
Through thorns to the Light, for it's hard to stay.



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The Kremlin bot will find you,
Invite you to the obedient crew:
Not just one screen will tell,
Believe the beasts — you’re a fool as well.



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Foundations of the World Order

A fool plus a piglet —
The base of this vile world.
The fool, moreover, stays silent.
And so this cycle's unfurled.

This madness is without end —
No place for wisdom to be found,
For the wise won’t shear the sheep,
Nor knead the dough of lies around.



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Sentence for Winnie the Pooh

Winnie the Pooh goes for honey—
The rest is just a trivial thing!
Piglet follows, plus the fashion—
Man! But, ladies and gentlemen,

Who made us pigs in the first place?
Who dragged us all down so low?
Though it’s too late, far too late!
To fix it now, it’s not a whim.

Global warming—Nature's wrath—
Is killing off this shameful blight.
Year by year, the sun grows stronger—
It’s a SENTENCE, burning bright!




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Drunks and Filth – A Muck of Darkness!

Drunks and filth – a muck of darkness!
Look around, it’s clear as day—
This is the world, that’s how it stands:
A herd of fools with empty hands.
And those who don’t drink—are they wise?
Lies are poured, and swine disguise
The truth, like honey, they consume—
This lie, they feast in endless gloom.
Are you not a fool, year by year,
If you believe the beasts appear,
Who waste your soul, and push you low?
A madman’s mind will always know—
The lies, the falsehoods, all deceived—
The false “AIDS” that we received.
Lies have killed the mind’s true fight:
Drunks and filth—shame, and blight.




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"Evolution" of Corruption

Two for the price of one—
Most buy in bulk, they’re never done.
But those who didn’t sell their soul,
Who loved their honor, loved control,

Are left outside the common crowd—
A “cocky” one, they’d say out loud.
Dumping prices broke the line—
Beyond that line, is death divine?

No, it’s just a spiritual death.
Does money stink with its own breath?
Sold then forever, bound to be
A slave, a vile soul, the “Lord’s” decree.

Three for the price of one—
The logic’s clear, the deal’s been won.
But in the end— NOTHING left...
But the cross and its quiet theft.



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Servants of Satanism, or Purification by Fire

No matter what "merits" they claim,
Forget the pride, the pomp, the fame,
For if the people are not people, but servants,
Then burn it all—the world that’s cursed.

The fire will burn it all away—
From ash, a world more worthy will arise.
Let the inhuman rave, for their madness
Will not last long, it will meet its demise.

Here, the Sun’s dawn will blaze,
Look out the window, you will see.
Though the depths once lay in this place,
Now, it’s the world’s bottom, endlessly.

If it’s the depths, there’s no time to save
The remnants of the rational few:
For consciousness that’s higher, brave,
Will strike those lost to demons' view.
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