42 poems

Tremors and Terrors

“The way people tremble shows what kind of state they live in.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec


A brutal quake — for fascist states:
“Obey, or vanish into Night!”
A nervous shake — in milder fates:
Submission hopes for mercy’s light.

A constant fear of what’s ahead —
That’s democraptic core belief:
Like hamsters racing till they're dead,
Then tossed aside in quiet grief.

Discarded, crushed — the wheel spins on.
Darkness breaks souls through “survival.”
Crises are planned, and wars are drawn
As years grow grim with no revival.

“Diseases” bloom — some shit-brand plague,
Like AIDS once was, now lies anew.
One sigh — the world begins to shake,
As heaven’s fraud sells bliss to you.

“Fear!” — religion shouts to fools,
Its Satan leaking through each seam.
With genocide, they craft their rules —
The meek turned cattle in this scheme.



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Tremble or Die — the System Commands.
Hell wears a halo in trembling lands.


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They taught you to tremble —
so you'd forget you're Light.


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Fear is the cage —
and you are the key.



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Worldwide Camp and Global Collapse

“To live ‘properly’ is hypocrisy; to think ‘properly’ is stupidity.”
— Bertrand Russell


From childhood, I'm enclosed
In this “proper” life.
Minds are slug-slow, minds are closed —
Nonsense crowned as right.

Wants reduced to zero —
Listen to the scum:
Every random "hero"
Speaks like judgment come.

That absurdity is law,
With the hangman’s grin.
Souls turn sour, rush toward
“Bliss” in cattle-skin.

Staged and planned — stupidity,
School, then college rot.
Snacks and fashion-rigidity,
Work that leads to Naught.

Lies and proud hypocrisy,
Idiocy, split minds,
And the patience for atrocity —
All of it declines.

Prospects dead — no fixing it
With the cries of few.
Chained upon the scaffold pit,
We collapse on cue.

BEASTS are building camps again —
Global, vast, and cold.
Red Cross waves above insane
Flags of minds controlled.

Even Earth, this rotting place,
Proved itself a fraud —
Gnats obeyed with eager face
The circulars of God…

But a collapse may rescue us
From this prisoned pain —
When the Spirit’s had enough,
It breaks the Chain.



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When “Order” is Hell —
Let Collapse ring the bell.



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Illusions at the Bottom

Illusions are life’s base and floor —
Without them, you're already dead.
Among them, “serve your land!” roars
As worst: the cops in blue and red.

They’ve shown it clear — from coast to coast:
No crooks are worse than those in law.
But bureaucrats have sunk the most —
They dodge all questions, break each flaw.

In webs of mutual protection,
A petty thief may pay the price,
But those above — the vile selection —
Climb upward, scum that’s cold as ice.

With bribes they float through every border.
The “law enforcers” play their role:
They swing at small fry, out of order —
The bigger picture? Blind as coal.

And soldiers of the SSS-R
Now fight their brothers, side by side.
Their “Motherland” — a ghost from far,
But still you’re told: believe with pride.

The Sheepovirus made it clear —
There are no countries left to trust.
Love and friendship? Nowhere near,
And barely seen through scopes of dust.

Yet sheep still chase hallucinations —
For how else could they bear this mess?
They crave their cash and stimulations
While life keeps rotting — more or less.

Decay grows vast. It reeks and chokes.
The sane are few — a fainting spark.
Bucha’s corpses, murder jokes —
The world is drowning deep in dark.

No future shines, no hopes to fix —
We’ve passed the point of no return.
Ahead — grim years, and heavy kicks:
The Second Bottom starts to burn.

Or maybe third? Who keeps the score?
It matters not. This world will fall.
While idiots still dream of more,
And feed — the Crowned Decay of All.



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They eat. They dream. The end draws near —
The final feast of rot and fear.



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Believe in borders. Praise the cops.
And rot in peace — until it stops.



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Wave your flag and kiss the boot —
The circus ends in ash and soot.



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Engineered Calamities for Mass Dehumanization

Are they mad by nature’s hand —
Or is it Darkness by design?
If each disaster’s finely planned
As part of genocide’s decline,

Then something worked with grim precision —
Some inhuman hand, some plot
Built this Earth as one big prison —
Only one small step to cattle-lot.

Just a handful still resist,
Fighting rot with mind and flame…
Will they stop the deep abyss?
You're a fool to think they came.



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Hell is staged — and most comply.
The rest just ask: “But... why not try?”



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Where Do the Years Lead Us?

"That years are passing — fine. But where to?"
— S.J. Lec


Where do they go —
And drag us so?
The filth replied with war.
When minds in herds are brought down low,
The global madhouse needs no door.

A Total Pen now takes its shape,
Where soul and spirit can't arise.
No law exists — just beasts in capes
Who label slavery as “wise.”

You'll see it stamped on every wall:
“Obey, be safe, be well-behaved.”
Their “care for health” is not just talk —
It’s procedure chains for the enslaved.

That toxic shot — the filth’s decree —
Revealed the system's core disease.
The world is fading — can't you see?
Yet skins still dream of shopping sprees...



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They call it care. They call it peace.
But every shot locks one more lease.



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The Shell of Madness

Suggestibility, impression’s might —
The Voice of Reason fades away.
A whisper now, a dying light,
Like cracks in shells of hardened clay.

And lies — like calcium — are fed
To keep that shell in firm repair.
The idiots still dream ahead,
Of puppet Trump and puppet Bear.

They listen, trust, devour each tale —
But now, a glitch: the show went dark.
The fables rotted, grim and pale —
Their shelf-life’s done. They missed the mark.

The deadline of this wretched life
Has come — and now the world ignites.
The sun burns off the crawling strife —
Its vow: to cleanse this Earth of blight.

So once it was — and so it came:
The Cycle of Dementia peaked.
And many souls, by blind disdain,
Were lost while demons ruled and shrieked.

Their tyranny broke every scale —
The shitstorm proved it, raw and wide.
This world’s infernal — past the pale —
So BURN this SHAME, and scorched with pride!



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When fables rot and reason dies —
Let fire judge the reign of lies.



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1.
They’ve spun their tales, but time is done —
The fool’s parade meets setting sun.

2.
Behind the shell, the spirit fights —
To burn the dark, reclaim the light.

3.
Trust puppets, fools, and false charades —
While reason dies in masquerades.



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Here’s your chaos, dressed as law,
They’ll keep you locked in flaw by flaw.
Smile wide — the show’s complete,
While souls are crushed beneath your feet.


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Like brittle shells on breaking seas,
The lies will crack with every breeze.
Within the shards, the light will rise —
To claim new truth beyond disguise.


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They preach their rules — a hollow crown,
While vultures circle, tearing down.
The fools applaud the grand charade,
Not seeing how their hopes degrade.


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Behind the veil, beyond the night,
The shattered soul regains its sight.
Illusions fade, the dawn will break —
And with it, chains begin to shake.


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The walls collapse, the end’s in sight,
Yet fools still dance in fading light.
No savior comes, no hope remains —
Just ashes fall like bitter rains.




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The wheel still turns, the core is rot,
No bottom found — just deeper blot.
We march as slaves, the blind lead blind,
In chains of fear and false design.



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They guard the filth, they serve the lie,
And call it law — while innocents die.
The system’s beast wears human skin,
A world where sin becomes the sin.



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March for glory, trust the swine,
They’ll sell your soul for a dollar sign.
The circus plays, the clowns all cheer,
While reason drowns in waves of fear.



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Illusion feeds the beast within,
To see the truth — you must begin.
Break through the fog, the lies, the pain,
And claim the light beyond the chain.


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The ground will crack, the masks will fall,
No lie survives the final call.
The hour comes — no more charades,
Only ash and empty shades.



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Eat. Obey. Deny the stink,
The world’s collapsing — don’t you blink.
Their crafted cage is made to bind,
But spirit’s fire won’t stay confined.



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They spun their tales, but time’s run out,
The fools still dance, but shadows shout.
Their hollow lies begin to fade,
The sun sets on the masquerade.



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Beneath the shell, the spirit burns,
In darkness’ grip, the soul still learns.
It fights to scorch the endless night,
And claims the dawn with blazing light.



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Trust puppets, fools, their hollow plays,
While reason fades in smoky haze.
The stage is set for lies and schemes —
A tragic farce of broken dreams.



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The time is cracked, the hour’s near,
When all the lies will disappear.
The blindfold’s torn, the truth will blaze —
And burn the dark of endless days.



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The lies are thick, the poison flows,
But truth is fire beneath the snows.
A spark ignites the frozen shell,
To break the cage, to break the spell.



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Their hollow laws will turn to dust,
Built on fear, decay, and lust.
The fools obey, but soon will see —
The throne is cracked, no legacy.



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Beneath the lies, the darkness grows,
But so does light that no one knows.
A fight begins, unseen, untold —
Between the weak and those who hold.



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The puppeteers pull every string,
But strings will snap, and chaos sing.
The show must end, the curtains fall —
The broken rise to heed the call.



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Their kingdom rests on shifting sand,
Built by lies, enforced by hand.
But truth’s own wave will wash it clean —
Reveal the world that lies between.



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The beast they feed on fear and pain,
But spirits break the darkest chain.
Though shadows press, the dawn will rise —
Unmask the world of masked disguise.



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The fools still dance on crumbling floors,
Blind to all their broken doors.
But silence breaks the noise of lies,
And opens wide the blinded eyes.



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Behind the mask, the rot is deep,
A secret none would care to keep.
Yet from the grime, the light will climb —
A new dawn waits beyond all time.



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They cage the mind, they bind the soul,
But flames inside refuse control.
The weaker fall, the strong ignite —
To claim the day, to claim the night.



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The world decays, yet still we stand,
A final fight, a last command.
No chains can hold the raging fire —
The phoenix rises from the pyre.