65 poems

Helmets Instead of Masks

Life is boring... Sun, ignite me!
Burn this nausea away —
From this fake life lived so slightly,
Where that moron rules the day,

That deranged and evil master
Worshipped by the clueless herd —
In fake "nations", bred for slaughter,
Fed with lies in every word.

Call it “borders”? Call it “orders”?
No — it’s madness in disguise!
Softness? Toss it! War gets harder —
Show your chest, or close your eyes.

Chest for bullets — not your shoulder,
If you dare defy their plot.
Demons rule with fear and falsehood,
Boiling minds until they rot.

In the war, they shoot with fire —
Injections when they want it slow.
Wretches cheer this "care" with fire
In their dead and hollow glow.

Spitting nonsense costs them lesser
Than a tank or rocket shell.
If the fools believe their lectures,
They’ll march smiling into hell.

After CowID, new delusions
Will be sold to all the dumb.
War’s on break — but Pan’s illusions
Swap their masks for helmets. Come,
“Saving nations”? — What a scam.



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Mask is gone — the helmet’s on.
New war starts — same evil con.
Softness dies. Get off your knees.



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The Helmet Age

O Sun, strike through this lifeless haze —
This hollow play of plastic days.
I'm sick of this parade of lies,
Where madmen rule, and cowards rise.

Their fake domains — the same old pen
For sheep who’ve lost the will again.
The chains are soft, the leash is kind —
But dead is heart, and dim is mind.

"Speak gently" — no. That time is gone.
Steel is rising. Rage is on.
You’ll stand and face it — chest or bone —
Or crawl through fire, cold and lone.

Chest for bullets, not for pleadin’.
If you flinch — they’ll shoot your soul.
Demons dressed as noble leaders
Feast on fear and mind control.

In the trenches — bombs and thunder.
In the labs — slow venom’s sting.
They call it “care” with twisted wonder,
And sell you death in early spring.

Cheaper than the guns and tanks
Is poison sold with smiling thanks.
If the herd believes the tale —
Push them softly off the rail.

After CowID comes revision —
New deceit, same old decision.
Pause the war — and switch the task:
Now it’s helmet, not the mask,
For the “safety” of the lands
Burnt and bleeding in their hands.



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Mask is gone — now comes the shell.
Lies march on, and truth is hell.




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Swap the mask — the war begins.
Same old demons, deadlier skins.



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Masked or armed — it’s all the same.
Slaves in line. A rigged-up game.




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Sieve for a Soul

Two times two is… less than zero.
Schooling drains the mind of hero.
What they teach is lies and clutter —
Truth gets buried under butter.

Soul gets trapped inside this net,
Global, cold, and tightly set.
Idiots are tame and steady —
That’s the goal: make cattle ready.

Overload the child with trash —
Kill his spark, then train him brash
Never to think fast or true —
Beat him down with “discipline” too.

Teach him how to serve the state,
Call it "life", and call it "fate".
Meet each lie with quiet awe,
Bend before the beasts of law.

In the math of their “ideals”,
Knowledge rots and truth congeals.
Years are spent on hollow rules
Taught by fools to shape more fools.

Can the madman see the chains
When he's groomed inside insane?
Now the norm is: weak and meek,
Dumb, submissive, small, and bleak.



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They stuffed your head, then crushed your soul —
Now you're “normal”: blind and dull.



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Taught to fear and taught to kneel —
That’s the schoolhouse's ideal.



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The Soul’s Descent

Two times two — a void, a blunder.
Mind reduced to silent thunder.
What they call “the truth” is fiction,
Crammed in heads with cold conviction.

Soul, once blazing, now is caught
In the trap their lies have wrought.
Not just local — it is global:
Pain disguised as noble noble.

From the cradle, thoughts are crushed.
Hearts grow silent. Genius — hushed.
Quickness turns to numb compliance,
Chained in rituals of "science".

And the spirit, once in flight,
Bows before the Beast of “Right”,
Taught to kneel, accept the story,
Burn its flame for others’ glory.

All their numbers, words, equations —
Just ornate hallucinations.
Depth is gone. The truth is banned.
Souls grow pale across the land.

But the blind won't see this theft
If around them — none is left.
When the norm is dull and grey,
Light forgets it knew the way.



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Your soul was fire — now it’s ash.
Sold for numbers, trained for crash.



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From light to dust, from truth to scheme —
They killed the fire, sold the dream.



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Long-Distance Escape

Running — fleeing from the madness,
From a world that reeks of sadness.
If your body feels too weak —
Push it hard, week after week.

Yes, it hurts — the joints, the tension.
But with time comes soul’s ascension.
Muscles ache, then minds grow clearer —
Stress falls off, and peace comes nearer.

In decay, the world is drowning —
Psychic rot is all-surrounding.
But in motion, you transcend it —
Flee the mess! Let running mend it.

Like a monk who leaves the noise,
You’ll regain your health — and poise.
Start as novice, end as fire.
Strain will fade — and calm rise higher.

You’ll get hooked — and that’s salvation.
Endorphins bring no damnation.
Unlike drugs, they heal, not kill —
They arrive when stress hits still.

Running — exile from the Hell
That we call the world as well.
Even leaving for a while
Is enough to breathe, to smile.

Beasts dissolve the world with lies.
If you sit — your spirit dies.
Without motion, you’ll decay.
Run — or lose your mind today.

This world’s a range — and you’re the mark.
Mortars pounding in the dark.
Lies explode in endless streams —
RUN — escape their poisoned dreams!



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This world’s a gun — you are the prey.
Run the poison thoughts away.



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Run from lies, from slow collapse.
Run — or die in mental traps.



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Running Toward the Light

To run — is not just to escape.
It’s tearing through the worldly shape.
This rotten shell, this heavy skin
Can’t cage the light that burns within.

Your limbs will ache, your breath may fail —
But deeper currents lift the veil.
Each mile burns the false away —
The mind grows sharper every day.

The body's pain becomes a gate,
A path through time, beyond the weight.
Endorphins rise not just to heal —
They hum the tune of what is real.

You flee not roads, but inner chains,
The fog of doubt, the coded pains.
You run — and with each breath you tear
The mesh of lies that fouled the air.

The world decays in static death.
It stinks of lies in every breath.
But moving forward, even slow,
You start to see what hearts still know.

Like monks of silence, clothed in sweat,
You step beyond the mind's regret.
No dogma needed, no pretense —
Just flesh reborn in present tense.

You are not meant for cage or war.
You run — and find the hidden door.
Not to escape, but to become
The truth, the pulse, the inner drum.



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Each step dissolves the world’s disguise —
You run, and light returns to rise.



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Run not away — but into flame.
Burn through the mask. Forget your name.



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“School,” So-Called

A test’s a curse on real knowing.
School’s a torture camp, ongoing.
Mind and talent crushed and chained —
Obedience alone ingrained.

If you're strong, you may survive.
If you're weak — you're half alive.
“Education” is, in fact,
Genocide in stealthy tact.

Kids despise the books, the classes,
And this hate in silence passes.
Fake “science” reigns — a twisted game,
Teachers (most) — corrupt and lame,

Sycophants or cold enforcers,
Twisting young and brightborn forces.
Bend the knee — the system's goal,
Poison early every soul.

"Discipline" — a coded beating.
March or fail. No room for meaning.
Every program hides a blade
Crafted by the Beast Brigade.

Not by nobles, nor by sages —
But by beasts who rule the cages.
Only books with broken parts
Reach the shelves — to stab young hearts.

Are they books or mental fetters?
Wounds disguised as learning letters?
Genocide — with ink and silence,
School is pure infernal violence.



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School’s a cage with polished lies.
It kills the truth in children’s eyes.
March or fail — that’s all they teach.
Obey the beast. Forget your speech.



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They train your child to kneel and rot.
It’s not a school — it’s death by thought.



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The School of Shadows

A test is branded on the mind —
The soul grows numb, the eyes go blind.
The classroom — cold initiation
Into chains and subjugation.

Gifts are silenced. Thought is bent.
Wonder turned to punishment.
If you're strong, you crawl through fire.
If you're weak — you just expire.

This is not "education" — no.
It’s a slow, refined deathblow.
From the start, the light is taken.
Hearts grow silent. Souls — forsaken.

Children hate the books, the rules.
They feel the lies, but made to drool.
Fake “science” wraps its ghostly veil
On minds too weary now to wail.

Those who teach — the masks they wear
Hide the beast in dead-eyed stare.
Few escape the curse they feed,
Most just plant the same old seed.

What they call “discipline” is drill —
Spirit-breaking dressed in skill.
Programs forged not by the wise —
But those who trade in soul's demise.

They craft the books with holes and cracks
To stab the heart, to dull attacks
Of truth, of fire, of divine spark
That dares to speak, or light the dark.

These are not books — they are the cage
Of centuries, of beastly age.
A ritual of slow descent —
Where truth is burned, and light is spent.



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They seal the soul in scripted lie —
And call it school while spirits die.



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They teach you how to fear the light —
Then test your silence, grade your night.



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Alienation

Alienation — foul and choking,
Bred by media, thugs, and joking
Halfwits wrapped in flags and "pride",
Where dumb tradition’s sanctified.

World of imbeciles and slaves —
Exceptions rare, like sun in caves.
Among the freaks, to feel apart —
Is one escape for restless heart.

You flee — in thought, in dream, in spark,
A secret glow against the dark.
You paint, reflect, imagine skies
Where you're not gagged or paralyzed.

And for a breath, you may forget
The cage you've known since first you met
This world — where children learn to kneel
And numbness coats what they can't feel.

But this estrangement — it can be
A rebel’s silent remedy.
It lifts you slightly off your knees,
Lets soul inhale forbidden breeze.

Yet beasts will never let that stand —
It breaks their “comfort”, cracks the brand.
So go — like monk, like outlaw ghost,
Where gulags fade, and truth means most.

This stinking world’s a prison whole —
Estrangement is survival’s role.
If you still burn, if you resist —
Then let this be your first clenched fist.

Begin to fight the crawling rot,
Though odds are thin, and hope is not.
The freaks have grown into a flood —
And Earth is soaked in ash and blood.



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Estrangement is the rebel's flame —
A breath of truth, outside their game.
Begin with thought, then break their spell.
The world’s a cage. Resist — or dwell.



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Alienation: The Spirit’s Breath

Alienation — breath and fire,
A piercing call beyond the mire.
Born of darkness, yet a spark,
A restless flame inside the dark.

In worlds of fools, where shadows rule,
The soul’s exile is the jewel.
To stand apart, to feel the pain —
Is breaking through the cage of chains.

You flee into the vast unknown —
Where thoughts can breathe, and light has grown.
In silence, shards of truth arise,
To lift the veil from weary eyes.

Though born within the cage’s hold,
Your spirit’s wings will still unfold.
The pain, the tears, the solitude —
Are gateways to your deeper truth.

The beasts will guard their walls of lies,
But freedom lives beyond their cries.
Estrangement is the soul’s first breath,
A step beyond the grip of death.

So fight, though odds are cold and grim,
The inner fire won’t grow dim.
For even in this hellish land,
The spark of spirit makes its stand.



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Estranged, the soul begins to rise —
Beyond the cage, beyond the lies.


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Alienation clears the night —
A quiet path toward the light.



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Responsibility Before the Fire

Torture of the conscious mind,
Murder of the soul defined:
We are sheep led to the slaughter,
Darkness clings like lice to fodder.

Clinging tight to our own skin,
Forgetting what the trials mean:
All this slaughter, all this burning —
That’s the sentence we’re discerning.

But the Sun grows ever brighter,
Day by day, its glow grows tighter.
Sheep and lice alike must answer —
Not before God, but blazing fire’s dancer.

That Fire spares not sheep or vermin —
Only those who break the burden.
Entering a world of purity,
Scars upon the heart — your jewelry.

To be no sheep is great courage:
Through the Heart, this path emerges.
Seduced by power — goat’s illusion —
Leads the sheep to dark confusion.

Only Fire can save from darkness.
This truth knows the one who harness
Strength to halt the rot inside,
Wounds upon the heart allied.

Decay of mind, soul’s castration,
Made “normal” by fascist nations.
Rushing to grasp the Fire’s spark
Is the only way from dark.

Know the particle of Flame within —
Then burning cannot be your sin.
Hell’s not distant — everywhere,
But Fire can cleanse the blackened air.



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Face the Fire — or be the sheep.
Only flames the lost can keep.



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Burn away the dark deceit.
Only fire makes souls complete.



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Judgment by the Fire

Torment wracks the conscious mind,
Souls are slaughtered, fate unkind.
Sheep are led to slaughter’s pyre,
Darkness clings like bloodsucking lice.

Clinging to our tainted skin,
Blind to ancient truths within.
All the slaughter, all the burning —
Time has come for reckoning.

The Sun grows fierce, its blaze devours,
Hour by hour, minute by hour.
Sheep and vermin will be judged —
Not by gods, but by the Purge.

The Fire spares no meek or pest,
Only those who pass the test,
Entering the world made pure —
Scars of honor to endure.

To shed the flock, to break the chain,
Through Heart’s fire, endure the pain.
Power’s lies — the goat’s false throne —
Lead the blind to depths unknown.

Only Fire defeats the dark.
It’s known by those who bear the mark.
It halts the rot, the soul’s decay,
Hearts scarred but cleansed along the way.

Decay of mind, soul’s mutilation,
Norm in this fascist conflagration.
Hasten now to seize the Flame —
Or drown within the endless shame.

The Fire’s seed burns in your core —
Once known, death can hurt no more.
Hell’s not distant — Hell is near.
Only Fire can burn it clear.



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The Fire comes — no place to hide.
Sheep will burn, the flames decide.
Soul or ash — the final choice.
Hear the Fire’s wrathful voice.



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Responsibility Before the Fire: The Last Reckoning

A torment rends the conscious soul,
A slaughter dark, beyond control.
We march as sheep toward the pyre,
Enslaved by lice and vile empire.

They cling like pests upon our flesh,
Forget the ancient, sacred flesh:
The blazing trial, time’s decree —
The fire’s coming — soon, you’ll see.

The Sun grows fierce with burning light,
Devouring lies in endless night.
Sheep and vermin shall be burned,
Not by gods, but flame discerned.

No mercy for the meek or base —
Only those who dare embrace
The cleansing blaze of purity,
The scars of heart’s sincerity.

To cast off flock, to break the chain,
Through searing heart endure the pain.
False power’s throne, the goat’s cruel lead,
Drags sheep to darkness, death, and dread.

The Fire roars — the darkness cowers,
Its righteous wrath shakes ancient towers.
It halts decay, consumes the blight,
Transforms the shadows into light.

Decay of mind, soul mutilation,
Made “normal” by foul fascist nation.
Hurry now, the spark to claim —
Or drown within eternal shame.

Within your core, the Fire sleeps,
A seed of light that wakes and leaps.
Once touched by flame, you’ll fear no death —
For hell’s not far, but burned to breath.

The old world cracks, the heavens shake,
The forge of fate begins to break.
Only fire can cleanse the stain —
The last great purge, the final flame.

Stand now before the raging pyre,
Make your soul the raging fire.
The reckoning has come to call —
Rise or crumble — burn or fall.



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The firestorm comes, it will consume —
False gods fall, and liars fume.
Sheep will burn and demons wail,
Only souls of fire prevail.
Stand within the cleansing flame —
Or be ash, forgotten name.



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Sea of Wonders in the Land of Pipe-Fools

Hell: a powerless crowd,
(Stupor, rot, decay aloud.)
And a bald grotesque in charge —
So-called “rule,” a sham at large.

That freak died long ago —
Replaced by clones of hate and woe.
The people crushed beneath the weight
Of traitors’ darkness, plunder, fate.

They steal with bold, unholy glee,
Destroying souls relentlessly.
They want to turn us all to cattle,
Weak and meek — a broken battle.

An oil pipe stands as truth —
The rest’s a lie, a poisoned sleuth.
Rot runs deep and fatal fast,
Deception’s grip holds tight and vast.

There’s PIPE and FOOL — what else to say?
And troubadours of lies at play.
Mountains built from endless lies,
With selling skins in foul disguise.

They breed in hordes, no hope remains —
This fate engrained in countless veins.
Most here are fools — a cursed seed,
The destiny of generations freed.

Stupidity — a death machine,
Churning out fiends, not humans seen.
A sea of oil, resources vast,
Yet miracles are wrecked and cast.

Man-beast stands blocking the way,
On roads where humans cannot stay.
Dragged to farms without a fight —
The prize: the dung, their cursed right.

A handful of humans drown,
In nightmare’s grip, while zombies frown.
The whole world’s trapped in blazing fog —
A human hell, a mental smog.

Darkness falls on all the earth,
A man-made curse of boundless girth.
It’s not a world — a cesspit foul,
Most bow down, obedient, dull.

Monsters rule, and fools obey.
Among the swine, the wise decay.
Brains crushed like lice beneath a nail —
A new camp built, a living hell.

Disappear without a trace —
Red cross flags mark this cursed place.
Death disguised as “care” is spread —
A soul’s extinction, spirit dead.

Global Satan’s wicked plan,
Pushes fascism through the land.
Filthy, sick, and nauseous all,
The world descends toward its fall.

But fools miscalculated fate —
Our Sun will burn, annihilate
All hellish servants of the dark.
The Light survives — eternal spark.

So, reader, rise and stand, resist —
Multiply the rebel’s fist.
Scum and beasts will choke and fall —
And we shall rise to claim it all.



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A sea of lies, a world decayed,
But Light will burn the dark brigade.
Stand tall, resist, and break the chain —
From hell’s own ashes, life will reign.



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The Massive Classifier of Pseudo-Science

A monstrous classifier tore
Nature’s truth to bits and more.
When the beast who lies as king
Rules in pseudo-science’s ring.

Conscience scrubbed and spirit crushed,
In deceitful schemes they’ve brushed.
What unfolds — a murky tale
Of false science doomed to fail.

That “scientist” who seeks to find
Truth with an impartial mind —
Once again, the half-truths rise,
Damn them all — no compromise.

Facts that topple their fa;ade
They reject, suppress, and dodge.
Claiming mastery of threads
That weave their lies like spider webs.

All real facts erased from sight —
Or face dismissal, endless blight.
Quicker taught to shut their mouth
Than prove a point with solid truth.

The pseudo-scientific puke
Now just boldly claims and flukes.
“Proof” requires a crafty hand —
But they simply make demands.

The “sheep-virus” lies they spin,
So absurd it makes you grin.
To fools it gives a deadly blade —
A butcher’s mask the lies have made.

A combo: official, crook,
Presidents’ harem in their nook,
“Doctors” sold and yelling fools,
Zombies glued to TV’s tools.

And weak the masses, crushed and small,
While poison shots infect them all.
Few protest, the mind suppressed —
Generations dumbed, oppressed.

Fake scholars like the darkest mobs,
Triumph of satanic jobs.
Don’t believe, seek answers lone,
Trust your gut — resist the drone.

Break the bans these beasts impose,
Smash their webs of vile prose.
Though classifiers spread their lie,
Their reign will drown and surely die.

All these woes are crafted schemes,
Yet truth awakes with fiery beams.
Cataclysms roar once more —
Wiping filth from Earth’s dark core.

If spirit’s not erased inside,
You’ll live beyond this tide.
Cycles break, the feast destroyed —
No more slaves, no more void.

Here feast the monsters, beasts, and scum —
But spirit’s light will overcome.
The world has sunk to depths profane,
Where spirit’s voice seems lost in vain.

But spirit’s worth is all that’s true —
The base from which all life breaks through.
Pseudo-science calls it naught,
You’re but swine — so cheaply bought.

In genes and brain, they claim you’re less,
A slight upgrade on this mess.
Brain’s receiver, Spirit’s source —
That’s the truth, despite their course.



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Their lies destroy what nature gave,
But spirit rises from the grave.
Trust not their fake, deceitful calls —
Your inner light will break their walls.



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Scum to the Slaughter

Cops, “doctors,” bureaucrat filth,
Puppet traitors, political filth.
All deserve the highest stake —
Each vile freak will soon partake.

Darkness waits — eternal night —
For bastards doomed to endless blight.
Propaganda’s sick disgrace,
Thrown away, no trace, no place.

Keep these dogs within their cage,
A monstrous zoo of hate and rage.
Fear them not — their time is brief,
Scum will fall to swift relief.



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“Law-Abiding Citizen”

“Law-abiding” — means a fool,
And “citizen” — of which cruel school?
No countries left, just myths and lies,
Old tales that breed our own demise.

Everywhere — violence, fear, deceit,
Fascism’s rule in every street.
But don’t you touch the lies’ foundation —
Just eat, breed on, and mind submission.

Obedient — you march to slaughter,
Like dining out, a willing fodder.
From “care” they send you to your grave —
That’s how the docile sheep behave.

“Laws” are penned by filthy knaves,
Rights exist on paper waves.
What counts is living, breathing ties
Between Creators — truth that flies.

For feeding cattle, all the rest —
Is fog, despair, a pointless quest.
Murmurs, bleats, and endless moans —
A world of sheep with hollow bones.



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So-Called "Constitution"

“I open the Code on any page —
Can’t stop reading, trapped in rage.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, ’62


I open that vile opus, any line —
And laughter bursts, sarcasm’s mine.
Yet scum persists, won’t take a break,
Praising paper “rights” that fake.

This nonsense long ago was born,
And fools still worship, still adorn
The lie that they’re not slaves, but “citizens.”
Even when their fridges checked again —

Their zombified box won the war,
You’re left alone when lies fall sore.
The noodles here — the “bonds” and chains,
That bind us all in silent pains.

But you don’t beg for mercy’s grace,
Evil’s mercy — none embrace.
Don’t trust, don’t fear, don’t plead or sway —
Fight this Hell and save your way.

No need to beat your chest and roar —
Too much pride will close the door.



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Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles pressed tight upon their snouts,
No words remain — just barking shouts.
Souls crushed flat, wiped clean and dry,
Fascist Satan reigns on high.

Fascism’s “righteous cause” —
Total lies, genocide’s laws.
Though their lies are clumsy, weak,
They’re believed — the mind’s oblique.

Dulling brains since long ago,
Reaping what the fools don’t know.
One goal clear — to exterminate
Pure Spirit, leave half-beasts’ fate.

In death camps only to reside,
“Healing” there with poison’s tide.
All horizons now erased,
Sent to camps — worldwide disgraced.



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The Transport to the Death Camp

Muzzles press on faces tight,
No words left — just barks in night.
Wretched souls erased, erased,
Satan’s reign, a world disgraced.

Fascism’s “just and sacred cause,”
Total lies, the genocide laws.
Though clumsy lies may fill the air,
The mind lies dead, unaware.

Dulling souls since time began,
Reaping dark the Devil’s plan.
One clear aim: to snuff the light,
To drown the Spirit’s sacred flight.

Only half-beasts left to roam,
In death camps far from home.
“Healing” here with venom’s bite,
Horizons swallowed by the night.

Yet deep beneath this blackened veil,
A seed survives beyond the pale.
Though darkness spreads its cruel blight,
Spirit’s flame burns ever bright.

So heed the call, resist the chain,
Break free from torment, break the pain.
For even in the darkest hour,
Lies the spark of Spirit’s power.



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Chains may bind the flesh and mind,
But Spirit’s spark you’ll always find.
Through darkest night, the soul will climb —
Beyond the grip of death and time.



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Flint and Dough

Hope’s orchestra is dead and gone...
“Optimism” — kaput, withdrawn...
People’s dough, so soft and weak —
The “Kolobok” friend they seek?

When they mold that filthy slime,
Like a glaze of shit and grime,
Baked within the global crypt,
A “solution” is then script.

But it’s not a true resolve —
Just a pause to let things dissolve.
The answer isn’t rest or peace —
It’s burning dough to make release.

Put all the dough straight in the fire,
Free the spark of flint’s desire.
Consciousness must rise and fight,
Not just bake in hell’s dark night.

Yet dough won’t yield or understand —
It’s long lost in delirium’s land...



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The Great Construction

For pennies lost among the scores,
You sell your soul to vile whores:
They value only worthless foam,
But souls are never placed in dome.

The world’s foam thickens, festers wide,
Turns scabby, sinking far inside.
Beneath the bottom, there it lies —
Where hollow “meanings” twist and rise.

“Meaning” now is slavery’s price,
Call it “freedom” — cold as ice.
The world’s decay is old, but true —
Now blood’s the ritual they do.

CowID showed the way to hell,
And new wars ringing like a bell.
Once more the slime obeys the lies,
The sick in brain, the blind in eyes.

They build a digital death camp,
Where ratings judge, deceit a ramp.
Lies tripled, spreading wide and far —
The whole world lost beneath their scar.

Building lies — the new technique,
Stronger than steel, cold and bleak.
A hardened fool, a hammerhead,
For money stabs his mother dead.

Idiots sum the world’s descent,
Attacks of evil—no relent.
Many more vile schemes to come,
Majority numb with poison’s thumb.

Media’s sting drives brains insane,
Super filth that feeds the pain.
Their arrogance makes blood run cold,
The foul press rules the herd they mold.

The rabble builds the camp’s new roof,
Throw honest minds into the proof.
Smart and true — to garbage thrown,
No life for them in camps alone.



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Female Psychology

Hormones rage, thoughts drip-drop —
To the nest! Where lies won’t stop,
And weaken all the wretched crowd,
Who reach the nest, but can’t back out.

But pussy rules the game, you see,
So fools bow down submissively.
Kids bent low, the stupid man,
Sex’s joy — a hollow plan.

They’re pushed to patience, forced to save
The nest, though bent like slaves.
The world’s pierced through, a sieve of lies,
Minds cracked beneath dark skies.

Kids rot away in camps unseen —
Fascism grows, a ruthless fiend.
Pussy deems it mere small spite,
Blind to looming endless night.

Hormones rule, the Spirit lost —
Forward, fools! Let’s pay the cost.
Hasten now the final bend,
To history’s foul genocidal end.

Among the ranks, the meek comply —
Fascism wins, no reason why.
For thinkers, doom is absolute,
No nest, no hope — a silent route.



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Cheeseless Hell

A diligent student — just a pawn,
Consuming poison, schemes foregone.
No Spirit lives within those lies,
He watches as the spirit dies.

Broadcast themes for dumbed-down crowds,
Fed through screens and toxic clouds.
Corrupting mind and soul alike,
A sellout fiend who seals the strike.

The end result’s a broken mind,
Few exceptions you will find.
Those rare souls are judged and chained,
By rumor’s lash or whip restrained.

The “carrot and stick” — a lie so deep:
A global death camp they will keep.
Decay will sink to bottom’s core,
The camp will stand — and roar once more.

All media now replaced,
By clownish rulers, foul and chaste.
Bureaucrats ensure the game,
Citizens reduced to shame.

Turned into mice, caught in the trap,
Rotten cheese removed — no gap.
Now silent in this cheeseless hell,
Lost souls where darkness dwells.

A cheeseless hell, a death camp made,
Science’s scabies help the trade.
AI will show the way to rot,
And keep the damned forever caught.



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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Petty people,
Of a fake land,
Brains like jelly,
Satan’s brand.

They herd the flock,
Few break free —
Among the slaves,
Rare souls we see.

This cursed sabbath,
A soul’s demise,
Fuehrers, swine,
Masters of lies.

Wars and CowID,
Spread fear wide —
If you’re no scum,
No god will hide.

All religions teach,
Chains for all,
The herd grows wild,
In terror’s thrall.

School obedience,
Corrupting lies,
“Education” here,
The media’s cries.

The press controls,
Oppresses herds,
Fear works well —
“Yes, sir,” the words.

To savage laws,
“Protect from harm,”
Next come bans,
With cruel alarm.

All freedoms crushed,
Towers shake,
They’ll fall soon,
Evil awake.

Protects the fools
From foes within,
Tamed by fear,
Drowned in sin.



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Problem — Reaction — Solution

Small-time folks from fake-ass lands,
Brains like jelly, limp as strands —
Satan’s spawn, the herd they lead,
Dumb as bricks, no thought or creed.

They herd the sheep, the meek, the slaves,
Few think free — lost in their caves.
This circus goes on century long,
With soul’s death as the finale song.

Fuehrers, swine, the masters proud,
Lie and scare the dumbest crowd.
Wars and CowID’s their tricks —
Don’t be scum? No god’s your fix.

Religions sell the chain and pain,
Turn herd animals insane.
School’s obedience, media lies,
“Education”? Just disguise.

Press screams loud to herd control,
Fear the tool to crush the soul.
Quick to shout “Yes, sir!” and “Ma’am!”
When laws come hard, they thank the scam.

Bans tighten, freedoms die,
Towers shake and soon will lie.
Evil’s here to guard the fools,
Keep ’em scared and play the rules.

Inside, outside — foes abound,
Fear and lies keep them bound.
Welcome to the grand charade —
Where clowns run the masquerade.



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The Whip and Candy of Pseudo-Science

The candy’s cheap, a mass-produced lie,
But the whip’s evolved — no need to try.
They jab wild thoughts with iron pain,
To crush the mind, keep it insane.

“Ironically,” the spirit’s shamed,
With memes designed to kill the flame.
“Proof” memes twist like crooked courts,
Facts bent, dismissed, and sold in sorts.

False verdicts drop like poisonous rain,
Brains condemned, their truth in chains.
Pseudo-science ranks high in slime,
Mind’s treasures dumped as worthless grime.

“Thoughts? Just crap,” the brain’s decree,
No “subtle plan,” just tyranny.
Support the chaos — join the herd,
Believe the noise, no questions heard.

Shout “Proven by a scientist!” loud,
And fools will flock, dumb as the crowd.
But if you dodge the scumbags’ game,
You’ll curse their wars, their lies, their shame.

The candy dries, the whip grows strong,
Fascist hell’s lies last so long.
CowID showed the savage core,
Pseudo-science scum roar: “The boss is law forevermore!”



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Whip and Candy of False Science

Candy’s cheap junk — a mass-made lie,
But whip’s evolved — to break your mind.
They shove their whip through every thought,
To kill the spark you never sought.

“Irony” kills the spirit’s fire,
Memes injected to dull desire.
“Proof” memes twisted by the crooks,
Facts distorted — thrown in books.

Fake verdicts drop like poison rain,
Brains condemned to endless pain.
Pseudo-science—stinking slime,
Brains shredded, tossed in waste and grime.

“Thoughts?” Just crap, the brain’s decree.
No plans, no schemes — just tyranny.
Support this madness, herd and bow,
Believe the lies they feed you now.

Scream “A scientist proved it, see!”
And fools will nod obediently.
But if you dodge their filthy schemes,
You’ll curse their wars and ruined dreams.

Candy’s dry — the whip’s gone mad,
Fascist hell gets worse, not bad.
CowID exposed their cruel game —
“Master’s right!” their only claim.



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Whip & Candy — False Science Strike

Cheap candy lies, mass-produced bait,
Whip’s sharp crack seals your dumb fate.

Thoughts crushed hard, no spark remains,
Memes kill fire, flood with chains.

“Proof” is twisted, facts all bent,
Fake verdicts — mind’s torment.

Brains declared just worthless crap,
Tyrants rule, no turning back.

“Scientist said it!” — fools obey,
Blindly led, led all the way.

Dodge their filth, curse their wars,
Lies and venom, rotten cores.

Candy dries, whip cracks loud,
Fascist hell — no shroud.

CowID screams, truth revealed,
“Master’s law!” scum’s shield.



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Whip & Candy — The Lie’s Last Stand

Candy’s cheap, whip’s a knife,
Smash your mind, kill your life.

Memes are poison, proof is fake,
Brains crushed hard for tyrants’ sake.

“Scientist said!” — herd obeys,
Blind fools lost in the maze.

Dodge their lies, curse their wars,
Rotting lies, blood-soaked floors.

Candy dries, whip’s now rage,
Fascist hell, burning cage.

CowID screams: truth’s unleashed,
“Master’s law!”—scum’s last feast.



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Whip & Candy — Rage in the Cage

They feed us candy — cheap and fake,
A sugar-coating for the snake.
But behind the sweetness, crack! — the whip,
Smashing minds with iron grip.

Memes like viruses spread their lies,
Turn sparks of thought to dull disguise.
“Proof” they shout — a crooked game,
Facts twisted, burned in shame.

Brains washed out, deemed worthless sludge,
Drowned in noise, lost in the fudge.
“Trust the scientist!” they yell,
While freedom sinks inside a cell.

The herd obeys, dumb and blind,
Led to slaughter, lost in mind.
But some still dodge the poisoned stream,
Cursing warlords and their scheme.

Candy’s gone stale, whip’s rage burns,
Fascist hell at every turn.
CowID’s scream shatters the night —
“Master’s law!” fuels their blight.

We’re locked inside this burning cage,
Trapped between the lies and rage.
Yet deep inside, a spark survives —
A flame that fights to stay alive.

So rage with me, break the chain,
Tear apart this poisoned reign.
Whip and candy — lies undone,
Rise, resist — till truth is won.



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New Year's Flare or Reset?

"How old you are, New Year!
We could just count the years,
Without twisting nature's way,
And what it really means."
— Sasha Chyorny, 1908


The flare of dread has passed,
Thank fate it’s done at last.
Yet greed’s the new obsession —
The world drowns in possession.

Delirium, unflared,
Is no less sharp, prepared.
A fool picks up “opinions”
From media’s dominions.

He swallows poison strong —
Listening to the wrong.
Who dares to say them “No!”
Will soon regret it so.

Global fascism’s near,
No hiding from the fear.
Madness spreads its blight —
CowID’s first bite.

Should we say Satan’s born?
Then on to face the scorn.
Reset the count — zero start —
Welcome the “new” year’s heart.

Zero-zero fits the cess,
No peace remains, no rest.
Rot and filth hold the reign,
Corrupt and vile domain.

Few wise and honest stand —
Each day they slip like sand.
Darkness rules the hour —
We’ll rot beneath its power...



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Bio-Waste

Trash is only in the minds,
Fear in souls confined.
Food and roof — the rest is dust,
Falsehoods bred in endless trust.

From childhood taught to blindly fall,
Faith without a bound or wall.
Inheritance: to bow, obey —
Spirit lost in hellish sway.

Few are wise — they’re crushed, oppressed,
Waiting for the Light to bless.
But the cruel rule all the same,
Lying beasts, playing their game.

“How long to trust? How long to sleep?”
Not for them these questions creep.
Like beasts they curse the soul’s own core,
Denying God forevermore.

This is bio-waste, shout it down —
Flush it in the cesspool’s drown.
Only one command remains —
Heard by that machine’s cold veins.

Sharper than a mouse’s ear,
A reptile’s sense, so clear.
Rats are smarter — flee the night,
Not to warmth, but out of sight.

Trash is lied to — “You’re top creation,”
Lucifer’s spawn, abomination.
Worship here for vile breeds,
Examples for corrupted seeds.

Kids are fed on filth and greed,
Money piles and Judas creeds,
Power roosters crowing loud,
Built a factory for the proud.

To burn the trash, the lies increase,
Poison’s flow will never cease.
Only trash can “heal” the pain,
Cowards take the toxic chain.

Better needles filled with poison
Than fascist filth to soil the soilin’.
In the hot wars, for pig-like beasts,
Chosen syringes, spite increased.

To stir the trash to rage and fight,
Easy bait to fuel the spite.
Their own scum will kill and slay —
Neighbors turned to foes someday.

Your neighbor’s doctor lies and cheats,
A filthy cop with dirty feats.
Not a “work” but twisted scheme —
A dark and cruel, toxic dream.

Such is trash, such are these days,
How much filth, how many ways?
All akin to hell’s domain —
If it’s hell, then burn the stain.

So the Sun shines fiercer now,
Burning down the devil’s plow.
Scorching all to ash and bone —
Hell’s foul mix destroyed, dethroned.



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Bio-Waste

Trash lives only in their brains,
Fear crawls deep inside their veins.
Food and shelter — all they crave,
Rest is dust — a lying grave.

From childhood fed with poison lies,
Faith without a shred of wise.
Inheritance to bow and break —
Spirit crushed for hell’s own sake.

Few are sharp, but crushed and crushed,
Waiting for the Light, all hushed.
Monsters rule — vile liars, cheats,
Spinning webs of fake conceits.

“How long to trust their filthy lies?
How long to live with blindfolded eyes?”
Not for them, these questions’ sting —
They curse the soul and God’s own king.

Bio-trash — just flush it down!
Into sewers of this town.
Only one command’s received —
From that soulless, soulless machine.

Sharper than a rat’s own ear,
Reptile’s senses, cold and clear.
Rats run from the darkest night,
Not to warmth but out of sight.

Trash is told it’s crown of man —
Spawn of Lucifer’s dark plan.
Worshippers of vile scum,
Children bred to rot and numb.

Kids fed lies, and greed, and hate,
Money piles and Judas’ fate.
Power fiends with roosters’ crow,
Built a furnace, fed the glow.

Burn the trash, increase the lies,
Poison flow that never dies.
Only trash can claim “cure’s way” —
Cowards jab themselves away.

Better poison in the vein,
Than fascist filth that stains the plain.
In hot wars, for pig-like swine,
Chosen syringes, fate’s decline.

Stir the trash to fight and kill,
Fuel the rage, the darkened will.
Their own scum will tear and bite —
Neighbors turned to fiends in night.

Your doctor’s liar, cop a brute,
Filthy hands and sick pursuit.
Not a cure, but twisted game —
Sickest hell in human name.

Such is trash — such filthy days,
Rot and stink in endless haze.
Hell’s own spawn on earth’s foul ground —
If it’s hell, then burn it down!

Sun now burns with ruthless flame,
Wipes the devil’s filth and shame.
Scorch to ash, leave none alive —
Hell’s foul stench will not survive.



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Road to Hell

Worn-out sneakers on your feet,
Darkness drapes the road ahead.
New clothes made of endless deceit,
Walking through the stinking dread.

The road stretches far and wide,
You run — no time to stall.
Wait just a bit — and you’ll slide
Straight into Hell’s cruel thrall.

From Hell to Hell the path will wind —
A cursed, never-ending round.
Only fools will ever find
Joy where monsters feast and hound.

Hell’s fatigue weighs down your bones,
Chains of darkness everywhere.
All that’s left are aching tones —
Your soul’s the only thing you bear.

Don’t trade your soul for scraps of food,
Don’t heed the lies they spin.
Blame no fate in this black feud —
No escape from hell within.

Underneath the fascist’s rule,
The whole world rots and stands.
Run or stay — you’re still the fool,
Doomed to fall by evil hands.

Soon the Sun will blaze and burn,
Scorch the shadows, black and deep.
Ashes from the dark will churn —
Smoke will rise where demons creep.

When the smoke and grime have cleared,
A new world will arise.
In its light, the beast is feared —
Gone will be the monster’s lies.

That filth, the soulless fiends,
Rule hellish realms so vast.
Spreading traps and wicked schemes,
We suffer their cruel blast.

Lies and snares will fade away,
Be ready to confront
The abyss where half-beasts prey —
Remember, victory’s hunt.

Take one last glance to see,
Etch the darkness in your mind.
To win forever, be free —
And leave that Nothingness behind.

We live in Nothingness —
No path is worse for soul.
Fools dwell in false caress,
Darkness grips the whole.

Change your worn-out shoes again —
Soon the darkness will expire.
With it go the lies and pain —
Burn away hell’s toxic mire.



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Road to Hell

Sneakers worn to threadbare rags,
Darkness chokes the endless road.
Fake new clothes, lies — devil’s tags,
Walking deep in Hell’s abode.

From Hell to Hell — no way out,
Only fools find “joy” in pain.
Monsters feast, the lost all shout,
Doomed to run this cursed plain.

Hell weighs heavy on your bones,
Chains of dark and endless night.
Only soul survives the groans —
Don’t sell it cheap, don’t lose the fight.

Fascist scum run this dead world,
Truth is crushed beneath their heel.
Run or stay — the lies unfurl,
Hell’s the fate they seal.

Sun will burn the dark away,
Smoke will clear the cursed lies.
New world dawns, the beasts decay,
Freedom lights the skies.

Beasts and liars hold their reign,
But their reign will end in fire.
Face the abyss, embrace the pain —
Fight until the pyre.

Remember this: we’re Nothingness,
No worse fate for spirit’s road.
Change your shoes, refuse the mess —
Burn away hell’s load.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Traitors of the mind and soul.
Heartless rot that brings no guilt,
Empty shells with deadly goal.

Cowards fight the innocent,
"Art of war" twists into shame.
First you flee the battleground,
Then shoot civilians — no blame.

Send the innocents to Hell,
Be a "hero" in their eyes.
Among the meek, you’ll feast and yell,
As your own demise soon flies.

When you’re crippled, torn, or lost,
Shoot the peaceful — beasts, you’re near
The edge where Hell will pay the cost,
No place for scum will appear.

Devils choke on filthy waste,
Hell’s no room for rotten scum.
But we all rot here embraced —
In a world dumb and numb.

This is not life, but death —
Global fascism spreads its blight.
Feeding fools with poisoned breath,
Dimming reason’s fragile light.

Betrayal’s now routine,
Like coughing fits it comes and goes.
You’re consumed in Hell’s ravine
If your mind’s weak and slow.

Most are sold-out, meek, and blind,
Few resist the fascist tide.
The "brave fool" is redefined —
By fascism, his soul has died.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s poison deepens still.
But the mind’s true power shows:
When soul and logic fit the bill,

You break free from rotten schemes —
The last faint gasp of fascist reign.
Deaf and dumb in their extremes,
Lost in Hell’s eternal chain.

The worst remain in new Hell’s grip,
Jackals of fascist breed.
Monsters reap their rightful trip,
While foolish crowds recede.

Fascism and decay —
History’s final end.
Heaven’s purge will sweep away —
Evil crowned — its bitter send.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist scum,
Mindless traitors, soulless slime.
Rot that makes the whole world numb,
Stinking plague of endless crime.

Cowards shoot the innocent,
"War’s art" twisted into lies.
First you flee, then kill, then vent
On the meek, beneath cold skies.

Send the peaceful straight to Hell,
Wear your badge of murder proud.
Feast among the brainwashed shell,
Raise your toast to death’s dark cloud.

When you’re maimed or crippled, blind,
Shoot the peaceful, spit in grace.
Hell’s gates closing — scum confined,
No salvation for your race.

Devils choke on filth they bred,
Hell’s no room for worthless trash.
Yet here rot the walking dead,
World’s cesspool — vile and brash.

This ain’t life — it’s death’s domain,
Global fascism reigns supreme.
Feeding fools on lies and pain,
Killing hope, crushing dreams.

Betrayal’s common as dirt,
Like a cough that won’t let go.
Hell’s abyss will claim the hurt
Of every mind too weak to grow.

Most are sold-out, lost, and cheap,
Few resist the fascist beast.
"Brave fools" march to their own heap,
Souls extinguished, hope deceased.

Darkness thickens, evil breeds,
Fascism’s poison sharpens still.
But mind and soul, when freed, exceed
Their venom, break the kill.

Logic pure and spirit fierce,
Smash the rotten, kill the lies.
Fascism’s death throes pierce
The deaf, dumb fools’ demise.

Jackals rule the darkest pit,
Fascist vermin claim their due.
Monsters rot in their own shit,
While the dumb remain their crew.

Fascism, decay, disgrace —
The final chapter’s writ in fire.
Heaven’s purge will cleanse this place —
Evil crowned in funeral pyre.



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The Crown of Evil

War criminals — fascist filth,
Soul-less trash, vermin’s spawn.
Brains turned mush, no guilt or wilt,
Rotting scum that drags us down.

Cowardly bastards shoot the meek,
"War" — a sick, perverted game.
First you run, then gut and sneak,
Pour hellfire on the tame.

Send the innocents to graves,
Call yourself a hero, fool.
Feeding on the weak like slaves,
Drowning in your bloody pool.

When you’re torn and broken, lost,
Shoot the peaceful — kill with glee.
Hell’s gates slam, the scum get tossed,
No mercy for your breed.

Demons drown in shit they made,
Hell’s running out of room.
We’re all rotting, souls decayed,
Walking dead consumed by gloom.

This ain’t living — it’s death’s clutch,
Global fascism’s black reign.
Feeding fools their poisoned touch,
Murdered minds, eternal pain.

Betrayal’s cheap, a constant drip,
Like a cough that never quits.
Hell’s maw swallows all who slip,
Broken, beaten, mindless shits.

Most are sold, corrupted, blind,
Few resist the fascist horde.
"Brave" fools marching, soul resigned,
Dead inside, a hollow chord.

Darkness thickens, evil grows,
Fascism’s venom strikes like knives.
But sharpest minds and spirit flows
Will shred their lies and kill their lives.

Logic pure, fierce spirit’s flame,
Crush the cancer, burn the lies.
Fascism’s last, pathetic game —
Doomed to die beneath wise eyes.

Jackals thrive in cesspools deep,
Fascist vermin breed and crawl.
Monsters rot in filth and reap
What they sowed — the world’s downfall.

Fascism’s end — decay, disgrace,
The final reckoning draws near.
Heaven’s cleansing fire will erase
Evil’s crown, its reign of fear.