39 poems

Superweapon

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

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

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



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



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Stupidity

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Simple Things

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



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




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Vomit-Eaters

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

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

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

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



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



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Global Madhouse

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

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

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



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



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Sensitivity vs. "Clarity"

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

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

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

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

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



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



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Fatality

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



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



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Fatality

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



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




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The Ninth Circle of Hell

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

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



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



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Worse and Rotten

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

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

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

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

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



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



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"MAS*H" and Trash

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

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

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



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



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Fools

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

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

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

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



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Fools breed chains,
And feed the lies.
They kill as fools —
And cowed, we die.



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Fools breed chains, the poison spreads.
Kill you dumb, then use you dead.
Slaves and cattle, all the same —
Madness wins the bloody game.



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Fools

Hell shakes beneath the fools’ command —
The worst damn chains that bind the land.
A nagging plague that never quits,
Drowned deep in lies and endless shits.

The “doctor” crawls, a filthy cop,
The fake-ass president — a flop.
The “teacher” plays a petty pest,
All serve the fiends who steal the rest.

The fool can’t see who’s really boss,
Who’s friend, who’s foe — it’s all a loss.
So thieves wear halos, saints by lies,
While fools get slaughtered, no surprise.

They kill you dumb — a perfect tool,
Or herd you down — a cattle fool.
No mercy here, no hope, no stop —
The madhouse grows, the madness chops.



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Fools feed chains —
They bleed the flame.
Kill you dumb —
Then own your name.

Slaves in herds,
Blind and bred.
Madness rules —
The world is dead.



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Fools spawn chains —
Spread poison wide.
Kill dumb, then claim —
Your soul denied.

Cattle march —
No fight, no cry.
Madness laughs —
While millions die.



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Fools sow chains —
A web of rust.
They drown the mind
In poison’s crust.

Puppets march —
Strings pulled by dread.
Madness whispers —
“Raise the dead.”



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Madness and Sarcasm

Shame’s buried deep in MPs’ graves.
The president’s a cop on steroids.
“Citizen” — your mind enslaved.
Officials? Filth, in darkest voids.

Stench and shame — again, again,
Decay and madness run the show.
Don’t touch the scum who rule this den —
Punish with sarcasm’s blow.



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Shame is dead,
The scum remain.
Mock and burn —
Expose their stain.



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Alya-Ulyu!!!

“Alya-Ulyu!!!” rules the land —
The zombied box’s deadly hand.
Monsters won’t spare fools alive,
Lies kill like gas, they smother, drive.

Old poison gas — mustards, sarin —
Are dumb and worn-out war’s refrain.
But “Alya-Ulyu!!!” and sticky fear
Call stupidity to war’s frontier,

Dragging down the world in dust,
With mindless rage and brutal lust.



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Alya-Ulyu —
The call to dread.
Fools march blind —
While truth lies dead.



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Freebies

Freebies, freebies — poison’s taste,
Nothing more, no saving grace.
When the herd is always right,
Monsters claim their dark delight.

Cheap junk, propaganda’s lies,
School’s genocide in disguise.
The ruble buys a fake “gang” pass,
Exit’s death — no hope to last.

They kill your reason, kill your shame,
Your soul’s next, lost in the game.
Freebies — nasty, vile tale,
Ends with Death — no life, no sail.

Freebies, freebies — earth’s decay,
Humans turned to parasite prey.
Step left or right — no chance to flee,
Earth’s a global death camp, see.



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Freebies kill —
The mind turns black.
No escape —
The world’s attack.



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Kapsho and Kirduk

“Uncle with uncle — all is well,”
In children's books they dared to tell.
Is this the world? Or just foul trash?
Is this the mind? Or putrid ash?

No — rot, filth, and lies abound —
A global madhouse breaking down.
Inhuman like crows they soar...
And Kirduk? Just a date, no more.



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Rot rules the world,
Crows circle high.
Kirduk’s coming —
No place to fly.



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The Split-Up

To split again what’s torn apart,
To dull the dulled, the wounded minds,
They’ll live as told — no will, no heart,
By those who bind and twist their kind.

No limit to the treachery,
Betrayal’s work — a ceaseless grind.
What legacy will we leave free?
A fractured world where fiends lie blind.

Fools, bastards, beasts aligned,
Like lice, the traitors swarm and feed.
In fear and lies, all intertwined —
We are the Earth’s disgrace and need.



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Split and torn —
The fools obey.
Betrayed, broken —
Earth’s shame and prey.