The Valve
Dullness crowned as prime distinction,
Greed and treason — daily bread.
Quirks? A valve for foul emission
When the fear and filth have spread.
Through that valve — the stink of weakness,
Cowardice begins to flow.
Once it's full — it leaks with meekness.
All the rest? Just hollow show...
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Valve of the Swine
When filth builds up — they vent the fear.
The rest? Just noise. The rot is clear.
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Burn the Fuse!
A melting fuse installed in you
Now serves as Darkness’ chain —
You chatter loud, but nothing true,
A jester void of brain.
So burn the fuse — ignite your core!
Burn self — become divine!
You'll rise beyond the common war,
On paths of Force you’ll shine.
But if you glow at one-third strength
(Which often means — dead cold),
Then you're no Soul of sacred length —
Just moth, not Spirit bold.
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One-Third? You're Dust
No fire? Then rot. No spark? Then crawl.
You're not the Spirit — just a thrall.
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Weakness
Worse than death — to rot with vermin,
Though the filth gets crowned with pride.
Don’t excuse the sick and serpents —
That’s where Soul and Mind have died.
Rot sets in without a warning:
Once you flinch, just let it through —
Lies and fear will rise by morning,
Dragging down the core of you.
Down below — a vast collection,
Yet they don’t believe it’s hell.
Idiocy wins affection —
A madhouse planet, where slime dwells.
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One Flinch — You Sink
Show weakness once — you're on the chain.
Then lies and fear infest your brain.
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The Ninth Wave
Free handouts for the clueless swine —
But sharper minds? They choke.
No profit off you? Then you're slime —
You stir the wrath of folk.
Their greed and fury feed each other,
While wisdom meets its doom.
They **** with lies — war-cries that smother
All truth beneath their gloom.
The war of lies is swelling still —
The ninth wave starts to crash.
They hunt the Spirit down to **** —
And leave a lifeless ash.
The truths are plain — but only few
Can see through all this trance.
The rest — they mock what’s wise and true,
And praise their own collapse.
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Ninth Wave of Lies
They drown the Spirit, flood with hate —
And cheer their fall as something great.
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The Payback
The time will come — the toll is near,
The skies will strike, no place to flee.
This fascist filth they built down here
Will burn in fire from the Free.
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Heaven Strikes
Your filth will face the firestorm —
From Higher Law, not human norm.
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Negative Selection
They climb the stairs that lead below —
Where filth and madness freely flow.
A throne of freaks runs this sick show,
With neo-fascists set to go.
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Downward Rise
They climb to rule — through filth and lies.
Their guide? Neo-fascist highs.
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Rot and Lies
They dig beneath your mind with rot —
All viral lies the plague has brought.
They pump in fear — you break, you fall,
And that's the end — they take it all.
They **** the Soul with fascist blare,
Through toxic news and poisoned air.
The filth they speak — a seeping flood,
Their every word — a smear of mud.
Don’t fear, don’t bow, don’t feed their cry —
The rot will burn, and so will lies.
There's little left… The Soul’s been sold
If you bowed down and lost your hold.
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Burn the Rot
They lie. They rot. They want you gone.
Stand firm — or you'll be trampled on.
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***** Island
There’s a ***** island — marked upon the map.
But worse than leprosy’s the honor gap.
Then lies and flattery begin to spread —
A plague of fear that eats the mind to shreds.
That ***** isle? The whole world now’s the case.
Dumbed-down masses — that’s the human race.
If you're enslaved by lies, your soul is gone —
That’s why they chase the Truth and drive it on.
You rule a fool — he’ll smile while being chained.
He snacks and kills his soul without complaint.
And as for all those morons? No regret —
Just feed them trash and turn on the TV set.
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Planet of Lepers
Truth is banned — and filth is king.
Fools obey and praise the sting.
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The ***** Realm
A ***** isle? No — this is far more cursed:
A world where Honor dies of rot reversed.
Then Fear infects, and Flattery sedates —
While Lies enthrone the vilest mental states.
The soul dissolves in silence, drugged and blind,
Where Truth’s a threat — too sharp for dulled-out minds.
This cursed domain — a graveyard of the Light,
Where Spirit fades... and mocks replace the fight.
They train the fool to worship what's obscene,
To trade his soul for junk and glowing screens.
The plague is deep — it seeps through every law...
The world’s possessed. And most can’t see the claw.
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*****’s Curse
The soul is lost, the spirit drowned—
In lies and rot, the world’s spell bound.
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Truth and Falsehood
Truth that shatters teeth — no use in mad domain.
Where lies spread wide, and crookedness is bane,
Slow poison seeps into the soul’s decay —
The end is loss, degeneration’s sway.
Yet lies are weapons sharp and well-refined,
For fools are glad to be deceived, resigned.
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Poisoned Lies
Truth breaks teeth — the fools just grin.
Slow poison wins; lies always win.
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The Show’s Over...
The puppet house of madness now decays —
Its joints worn thin, its strings have gone to rot.
The puppets twitch, but all fall out of phase,
Their aim is false, their strikes miss every shot.
The Karabas bloated, greedily fed,
Devoured all scraps, left emptiness instead.
The shows grow stale — the crowd no longer thrills,
For all the directors are just **** on **** still.
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Puppet Rot
Strings decay, the puppets fall,
Greed-fed liars run it all.
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Miasma and Madness
“Wise books” read — avoid the lies, the poison spread,
Yet here all learn to lie, fool crowds misled.
Or build delusions as their pillars’ base —
Ego’s throne stands firm, lost in the daze.
Hard now to find truth ‘midst this weak scribble,
And if you dare to speak — the madhouse nibble.
Creativity’s the only fight, the spark,
To save a world drowning in madness dark.
Throw off the nonsense forced upon your mind —
Or choke in miasma, cruel and blind.
The world’s a sea of madness, lies that swarm,
Let sarcasm be friend — for truth brings harm
To those who see — in lies they find their home,
But wisdom’s burden’s harsh when you’re alone.
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Miasma Reigns
Lie or drown — the choice is grim.
Truth burns bright, but life is dim.
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Putler and Pol ***
Pol *** shed sweat in streams and tides,
Built his grand Camp where terror hides.
Putler — that loud, vile charlatan —
Left monsters free to make their plan.
Like devils roasting all with lies,
Their reign won’t last — it breaks and dies.
But for now — the hateful roar
Of propaganda grinds the core.
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Roast in Lies
Putler’s horde bakes truth to dust —
But flames will fade; betrayals bust.
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Alpinism and Idiocy
The peak of idiocy —
Climbed like some fool’s quest.
Its shape — a crude enema,
I gaze down, filled with dread.
Centuries of history passed,
Till this peak came to be.
The end of this phantasm’s cast —
That enema will soon flee.
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Idiot’s Peak
Climb the fool’s sharp mount of shame —
Soon it bursts, and ends the game.
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Torments of a Gomlet in a Totalitarian Chewing Society
I’m never full — no matter how much I’ve fed,
Though swallowed plenty, still it’s dread.
Digestion’s slow, the hunger’s vile —
And in the end, I’m sick of all the bile.
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Endless Hunger
Eat and choke — it’s never done.
In this grind, no place for fun.
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Asymptomatic Cows
An asymptomatic cold —
Means health, they say, complete.
But Judas keeps on spinning lies,
The herd believes deceit.
They tremble, feed their kids with trash,
Soon blood will drown the fiend,
While few remain with reason’s light —
The world’s grown sick, unclean.
The cows heed not the wise,
Nor sheep — just media’s call.
The catch for Hell’s vile beasts is vast,
Their reign will make us fall.
Asymptomatic sheep and cows —
The masses lost, betrayed.
Foul fascism conquers all,
Decay has no parade.
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Silent Herd
Cows and sheep, blind to lies —
Fascism wins, truth dies.
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Progress
Paper money flies away,
Chased by fear and lies that sway.
The end — a neurotic shade,
Like a zombie, lost and frayed.
Virtual coins are on the rise,
With camps behind those digital skies.
The neurotic fades to night,
Replaced by idiots in sight.
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False Progress
Money fades, fear expands —
Brains give way to empty hands.
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Streams and Channels
Aggressive dullness — wild and fierce —
Has swept this world, now sinking deep.
Fear, greed, submission, treacheries pierce,
A storm that drags you where shadows creep.
To float, you must become like wood,
Or torrents of deceit will drown your name.
You’ll last only in the foulest flood —
There rot awaits. They call this “life’s” game.
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Drift or Sink
Become the log or drown in lies —
Life’s stench flows where truth just dies.
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The Tambov Wolf Is Your Comrade...
The Tambov wolf —
Knows well the cost
Of friendship sharp as any blade.
You’ll be just as alone and lost
When lies and nonsense all have frayed.
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Lone Wolf
Cut the lies, lose the crowd—
The wolf’s your friend, fierce and proud.
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Tambov Wolf
Comrade, brother,
Glad you’re near —
Your friendship’s scarce, yet always clear.
You shun the herds, their shallow shade —
Cold freedom’s cloak you wear, unfrayed.
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Cold Freedom
Wolf stands lone, apart from crowds —
Freedom’s chill beneath the clouds.
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The Cycle of Fascism in "Nature"
No room remains for those who grovel —
Not much space for evil's spawn.
If you're pure and crystal honest,
You're the enemy of the con.
Few spots left for fools to wield their might,
Most crushed by lies — just dumb and blind.
Scoundrels won’t unite? Then doom’s in sight —
Fascism’s return, more cruel, designed.
The world’s a cesspit, cursed and grim —
A darker fate awaits for him.
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Fascism Returns
Honest foes have nowhere left,
Fools destroyed, the ****’s bereft.
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The Stinking "Pie"
Lie on lie, all dusted fine,
Half-truths baked in every line.
Beneath, deceit has coated all—
A pie of evil’s dreadful thrall.
But chiefly reeks the stench it sends,
Fed by total media trends.
The world lies weak in fetid claws,
Of evil’s grip and wicked laws.
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Evil’s Pie
Lies baked deep, the stench will grow—
Media’s trap, the world’s low blow.
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Fascist Madhouse
The fascist madhouse rages wild,
It’s spiraling down, a poisoned child.
The Führer’s words — a toxic flood,
A brutal verbal, deadly mud.
CowID and war — the horrors grow,
They’ll starve us all; the pain will show.
The poison’s thick, no sense remains,
In this foul flow, just endless pains.
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Verbal Plague
Fascist madmen rant and roar—
Poison words breed endless war.
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Fantastic World
Caring for idiots,
All funds and strength for fools.
Traitors and spies,
In sweet care’s cruel schools.
An unearthly idyll —
Cauldrons freeze in Erebus’ gloom.
The wise, sighing quietly,
Survive on bread and watery tomb.
They heal the fools with haste,
While sharpening knives in dining halls.
Not hidden in holes—
But palaces, in luxury’s walls.
All power to one fool,
All care to the dumb.
Past violence has washed away,
Success and praise for ****.
Fools think they’re cared for;
Monsters “think” it’s best.
Traitors rally again,
To deepen dullness’ rest.
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Idiot’s Reign
Fools get care, the wise get scorn,
Monsters plot — the world’s forlorn.
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Self-Preservation by Self-Burial
Self-preservation means self-burial —
Become dull, submissive, trust the lies.
In this vile world of decay’s referral,
Only mirages save the despised.
The zombie’s weak reply to deceit —
Death holds no power, for he’s already dead.
To stay untouched, feign smiles discreet —
And countless victims fill this dread.
Victims of genocide, centuries long,
All caused by sticky fear’s cruel bind.
Soon camps will rise where Gaea’s song
Turns Earth to dust — a hollow mind.
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Buried Alive
Dead inside, but still you play—
Fear rules all; hope fades away.
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On the Plate...
No longer humans,
Not yet demons —
Food served up,
In minds, free riders’ prisons.
This beast devours —
Shouts, barks, and wails,
But smooth it lies —
Promises, veils.
And fools believe —
A “phenomenon” claimed!
But all is foul —
Betrayals unnamed...
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Served Lies
Beasts feed loud, fools bow —
Truth fades fast; betrayals grow.
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Not Fascists?
Are Rashists not fascists,
Just fools and clowning shows?
Is their slick little Führer
Not feeding lies that grow?
Then Goebbels and ******
Were just rougher guys,
And Cargo-Putler —
A double in disguise.
Yet fools believe the puppet’s lies,
Blind to all truth and wise.
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Fool’s Puppet
Lies from lips both old and new —
Fools bow down and bid adieu.