69 poems

Propagandons

The beast in blind hysteria —
That’s a propagandon.
No end to lies’ bacteria,
For Reason’s dead and gone.

Banished, lost completely —
Only “isles” remain.
Honesty? Unsweetly —
Hell won’t let it reign.

Few are brave or truthful,
Rarer still survive.
Hell is not a fateful —
It is here, alive.

Darkness builds its towers,
Strangling the Soul.
Yet the herd devours
Every filthy role.

Deaf to Reason’s calling,
“Isles” of silence fade.
All around is falling,
Lice in rot parade.

Squirming in deception,
Non-humans reap the prize.
Ready for collection —
Another batch of lies.

“Viruses” and war-time,
Famine comes to feed.
All of this is your crime —
Idiots concede.

Two-thirds sunk in madness,
Add the lunatics.
World’s a feast of sadness
Served by monstrous tricks.

Fear’s the spice they treasure,
Terror in each throat.
Propaganda’s pressure
Squeezes ghavvakh’s note.

So they scream in panic,
Each propagandon.
Morons trust their manic —
Ghavvakh’s banquet’s on.



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1
Propagandons are screaming loud,
Hell is here — the soul’s not proud.

2
Lies devour, the herd is blind,
Rotting flesh of humankind.

3
Fear’s the spice, the feast goes on —
Slaves obey each propagandon.

4
Darkness feeds on human rot,
Truth is gone, and Reason’s shot.



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Burn the lies —
Crush propagandons!
No truth, no peace —
Just rot and beasts!

Hell is now —
Fight or crawl!
Reason banned —
Obey, or stand!

Their feast is fear —
Our answer: war!



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Burn the lies,
Crush the spawn!
Hell is here —
March on!



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Hell is home,
And lies are law.
Rotting herd —
Applauds in awe.



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Drums of rage,
Strike them down!
No retreat —
Burn the crown!



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Battle Drums — Four Strikes

I. Iron Beat
Break their lies,
Break their bones!
Truth resounds —
In battle tones!

II. Fire Call
Fear is fake,
Strike, don’t bow!
Hell is here —
We rise now!

III. Rage Drum
No more chains,
No more slaves!
Flames of wrath —
The world it craves!

IV. Final Cry
Rot is law,
But not for long.
We are storm —
We are strong!



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Break their lies!
Fear is fake!
No more chains!
We are storm!

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Hell is home!
Lies command!
Rotting herd!
We strike back!

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Burn the lies!
Crush the spawn!
Rot is law!
March for wrath!

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Hysteria rules!
Beasts believe!
Fear is spice!
We’ll eat!



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Supersport

Respect for the first —
True sport is dumb.
A fool will be proud
To occupy his sum.

Claim your place
In the donkey ranks.
Kids are like dough —
Shaping fools in flanks.

Universiades
Must be arranged,
And spartakiads too.
Life’s hard, deranged,

If no bright medal
Hangs to show your name.
All of us are kneaded —
Reason expelled from the game.

To the smart —
They’re just teapots small.
But their decline —
Days of sense shall fall.

So champions’ lives
Will be easier still —
Millions for sparring
To feed their will.

All… fools grow quieter —
Mastery blooms.
Our banner rises higher.
The idiot… a sport consumes.

Professional sport —
The anal kind:
A fool can become
An idiot, if he’ll find

A way past the zonal
Selection grind.
Then money, fame, and honor
Are all aligned.

Break the ranks! —
Here comes the idiot.
Soon the idiots
Will form the majority.

The wise will be mocked,
Called malformed, base,
A lower being,
Erased from grace.

Then comes the idiot’s world —
Reason sinks in myths,
Deemed weak and pitiful,
Forgotten in the mists.



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March of Fools

Fools rise first,
Sport is dumb.
Claim your place —
The medals come.

Brains dismissed,
Masters small.
Idiot reigns,
Crush them all.

Millions for sparring,
Glory, pay.
Ranks break down —
Idiots stay.

Smart are mocked,
Wisdom dies.
Idiot world,
Reason lies.



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Fools’ Charge

Fools rise first,
Brains dismissed.
Medals hang,
Glory kissed.

Idiots reign,
Reason missed.



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Fools on top!
Brains erased!
Medals shine,
Masters crushed!
Idiots rule,
Reason gone!



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Idiot March

I. Rise of Fools
Fools on top!
Brains erased!
Medals shine,
Masters crushed!

II. Glory Game
Claim your prize!
Glory feeds!
Millions spent,
Reason bleeds!

III. The Ranks Break
Idiot rules,
Ranks divide!
Smart are mocked,
Wisdom died!

IV. World of Fools
Brains dismissed,
Reason gone!
Idiots reign,
Night is long!



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Idiot Hammer

I. Rise
Fools on top!
Brains erased!

II. Glory
Medals shine,
Masters crushed!

III. Rule
Idiots reign,
Wisdom dies!

IV. Night
Reason gone,
Darkness laughs!



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Idiot Strike

Fools on top!
Brains erased!
Medals shine,
Masters crushed!
Idiots reign,
Wisdom dies!
Reason gone,
Darkness laughs!



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Idiot Call

Fools rise!
Brains fall!
Idiots reign!
Night calls!



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Idiot Hammer

Fools rule
Brains gone
Medals fake
Dark laughs



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Splitting of Consciousness

The splitting of consciousness — a complex feat,
Multilayered, time itself a factor to meet.
Pseudo-science tried its hand in the fray,
Materialism, manipulation — all in the array.

The result: a schizoid, called “normal” by name,
But at the core, the Spirit’s wiped from the frame.
And that’s the terror, worse than any plague,
Instead of God’s spark, rows of Satan’s brigades.

“The atomness” of crowds, consciousness in shards —
These are the fragments that make all minds marred,
A chaotic mess, unstable, decayed,
Where only stagnation is perfectly laid.

Mosaic minds produce clips in the brain,
Not thought — just looping madness, insane.
You’ll become cattle, left by divinity,
Grinding out nonsense, void of affinity.

They’ll grind it again, and reload the same,
All the vile routine, all the petty game.
Burdened like camels with trifles and straw,
Even the weakest flesh feels the flaw.

Emotions strangle poor logic so thin,
Twisted by sophistry, influenced within,
So easily swayed that only a semblance remains
Of comprehension, with novelty restrained.

And so lies and fear — propaganda’s delight —
Seize absolute power, suppressing the light.
The end result: a tiny gang commands
The malformed masses — lowest in the lands.

Salvation is one: ignite intuition’s flame,
Sharpen critical sense like a wolf’s keen aim.
Make daily a ritual to crush the lie,
“All answers INSIDE” — heed, don’t comply.

The general fog — explore as terra incognita,
A minefield to tread — be the sapper, the tactician.
The curtain over Hell is just slightly raised —
Be bold, be sharp, be keen, and be crazed.



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March of Consciousness

Consciousness splits,
Spirit erased.
Crowds in shards,
Minds debased.

Loops of madness,
Nonsense churned.
Lies take power,
Reason burned.

Intuition wakes,
Critical sense.
Crush the lie,
Seek within.

Fog is thick,
Minefield wide.
Be bold, be sharp,
Hell’s curtain pried.



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Consciousness Hammer

Consciousness splits
Spirit gone
Crowds in shards
Minds rot

Loops repeat
Lies rule
Seek within
Hell waits



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Conscious Strike

Consciousness fractured
Spirit lost
Lies reign
Hell waits



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Consciousness Hammer

I. Fracture
Consciousness fractured
Spirit gone

II. Chaos
Crowds in shards
Minds rot

III. Lies
Lies reign
Fear spreads

IV. Awakening
Seek within
Hell waits



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Consciousness Strike

I. Fracture
Mind split
Spirit gone

II. Chaos
Crowds rot
Brains lost

III. Lies
Fear reigns
Lies rule

IV. Awakening
Seek inside
Hell waits



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Consciousness Strike

Mind split
Spirit gone
Crowds rot
Brains lost
Fear reigns
Lies rule
Seek inside
Hell waits



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Conscious Hammer

Mind split
Spirit lost
Lies rule
Hell waits



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Conscious Mock

Mind gone
Fools reign
Spirit laughs
Hell cheers



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Train to Hell

The courier train to Hell
Leaves from track number four.
Be glad to take your seat
In car number six, for sure.

Obedience — so old,
The servile lackey tired.
A smile and a brand,
And don’t get too fired.

The “official man” —
A pierced, vile slave,
Who scorned the Soul,
And let his Mind cave.

Here are the inhuman orders.
Fascism stands ready.
The wretch will obey,
Killing all who hold steady

The Spirit, the Mind,
And remember what is Honor.
The slow bureaucrat
Challenges God, seeking rancor.

Did this monster take
Too much upon itself?
The rooting out of Evil
Will march — and through you as well.

The war comes. Don’t cower.
Resist the Dark.
If I fight,
I won’t drown in the muck.

Muck or Soul —
The choice is yours.
Nothing else exists.
All creatures rush —

Triumph postponed for Evil:
Armageddon draws near.
The Goat’s dominion
Will vanish like a dream.



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Train to Hell

Train to Hell
Leaves at four.
Car six waits,
Step aboard.

Servile slaves
Obey the brand.
Evil thrives,
Minds unmanned.

Spirit stands,
Honor alive.
Fight the Dark,
Don’t just survive.

Muck or Soul —
The choice is yours.
Armageddon nears,
Goat’s reign falls.



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Train to Hell

Train departs
Track four
Car six waits
Step aboard

Evil thrives
Spirits stand
Fight the Dark
Goat falls



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Hell Train

Train leaves
Evil reigns
Fight back
Goat falls



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Hell Train

Servants crawl
Wretches kneel
Spirit laughs
Evil reels



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Test of Humanity

Test of humanity —
How many passed through?
Very few. Eternity
Is ruled by Evil’s crew.

Satanism overflows,
Spirit and Mind oppressed.
How many jackals here? —
Each one glad to be a pest.

Legions of vermin,
Smart ones can be counted.
Megatons of lies,
Honor long discounted.

Dignity and conscience
Are sneezed away like dust.
Traitors, “monsters”
Abound. And sanity’s a must

That’s deemed normal here,
As is the fool’s sway.
The wise endure
Amid fascist array.

Test of humanity —
Wars and false tides:
Here, like infinity,
Biowaste swells and rides.

Incinerators ready,
For fools and traitors stacked.
Into the fire —
Out with the cattle, ransacked!

The Sun shines stronger,
Its heat burns deep.
It will scorch to the core,
Tremble, wretch, and weep!

Test of humanity —
Who passes, survives:
Into another Eternity
The Spirit descends, alive.



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Test of Humanity

Test begins
Few survive
Evil rules
Jackals thrive

Legions of vermin
Smart ones few
Lies abound
Honor through

Fools deemed normal
Wise endure
Wars and false tides
Cattle pure

Sun burns strong
Scorch to core
Tremble, wretch
Spirit soars



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Test of Humanity

Test begins
Few survive
Evil thrives
Jackals reign

Lies abound
Honor lost
Sun burns
Spirit rises



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Humanity

Test fails
Evil rules
Jackals thrive
Spirit fights



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Humanity Mock

Jackals crawl
Fools cheer
Spirit laughs
Evil reigns



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The Mask-Stick Effect

The mask sticks
And then it swallows you —
Forget yourself!
Be absorbed through and through.

Become as one —
But cautious stay.
If the mask of cattle
You wear today:

Soon you’ll bovinize —
You’ll only moo,
And herd along
Where they exterminate the few.

The extras in those pens —
Inhuman feasts abound.
Such are the laws
Of masks, the masked world found.

Quietly it turns
Into a wild zoo-circus:
Reason exhausted —
Only dip and dip, rehearsed.

Dip from lies into filth,
And from there to Hell.
Thousands of masks, they say?
A few — the main fiend as well.

Monsters, truly,
Cannot be reached.
These lunatics
Are hunted, impeached.

Very openly,
Yet consciousness sleeps.
Sensitive? Avoid the mask-trap,
And spit out the lies it keeps.

Believe in nothing
And imitate none!
Thus you’ll open doors
To the Pure Spirit — shun.

Don’t bow to the rest —
The world’s madhouse calls.
Be only yourself there —
They’ll never make you cattle at all.



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Mask-Stick

Mask sticks
You’re swallowed
Forget self
Be absorbed

Herd awaits
Extras die
Lies abound
Reason drained

Dip from lies
Into hell
Thousands of masks
One main fiend

Avoid the trap
Spit the lie
Believe nothing
Spirit flies

Be yourself
Cattle none
World’s madhouse
Fear undone



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Mask-Stick

Mask sticks
You’re gone
Herd waits
Lies rule

Dip from lies
Into hell
Spirit flies
Fear ends



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Mask Strike

Mask sticks
Lies reign
Spirit flies
Fear ends



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Mask Mock

Masks crawl
Fools cheer
Spirit laughs
Lies rule



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Inheritance

We inherited
Nothing but ruin and decay,
Childhood dulled,
And captive to total lies, we stay.

Sorting through “assets,”
We’ll hit the exchange,
Sell it all, happily,
Then life will rearrange.

We’ll live in a Concentration Camp,
A World-sized one, they say,
For they passed down to us
Fascism in full sway.

And everyone’s unwell,
Given such trades.
Lost your grip?
No — enemies pervade.

Not a foreign foe,
But a traitor inside.
Every slave, subservient,
A sycophant rotting inside.

If you sold your soul,
Rot will settle here.
Listen to lies —
Soon they’ll scrap you, dear.

They kill with lies,
And in inheritance, it’s vast.
They multiply this falsehood,
All the rot amassed.

It turns on Reason —
Here it disappears:
Hence the lying plague,
The fool believes, deaf to fears.

Summing up the “assets,”
We reach swift doom.
Are we alive?
Only a quarter — a puff, a fume.



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Inheritance

Inherited ruin
Decay and lies
Childhood dulled
Truth denied

Concentration Camp
World-sized reign
Fascism handed
Enemies remain

Sell your soul
Rot will settle
Reason gone
Fools meddle

Assets counted
Doom arrives
Alive? A quarter
Life survives



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Inheritance

Inherited ruin
Decay thrives
Childhood dulled
Truth lost

Fascism reigns
Enemies lurk
Rot spreads
Reason gone



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Ruin reigns
Lies spread
Rot grows
Reason gone



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Rot crawls
Fools cheer
Lies laugh
Reason flees



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Dung Flies of Pseudo-Science

Scientific-populist nonsense —
Chains of explanations, killing the core,
Masking lies that, grinning wide,
Into consciousness shove their fake lore.

“Laws” and “principles” are false from the start,
Spirit erased from their artificial schemes.
All this “science” is just a false padding
Built by inhumans, silencing all dreams.

To blind the Mind, so that mists of explanation
Entangle in knots — impossible to see
All the nonsense, so dull and pitiful,
Before every DELUSION meant to break free.

Tear apart the tangle, center in Spirit,
Multiply critical thought, let intuition be
Your guiding thread. Let the flies
Buzz in the dung among the poisoned debris.

Consciousness poisoned like a FALSE RELIGION,
Created from the start — for Darkness’ delight,
Manipulation of Mind — chains that hold us
All before the prison doors in sight.

The prison is the world, and the dull, lying “virus”
Shows it to all with ease today.
All pseudo-science is a minus for Consciousness,
For the fly does what the Cockroach commands to sway.

Thus cockroaches dwell in the Mind
Until you reject pure nonsense.
Fascism triumphs, all fake countries reign —
The outcome of pseudo-religions of technical souls, immense.

“Science” — a religion, just like the others.
Add “pseudo-” to many of their pearls,
For they’ve lied shamelessly, sinking the world
In endless fabrication and falsehood swirls.

Soon the world will drown in excrement
Of both religions — “scientific” and not.
And thus reaches the limit of decomposition
Of Consciousness and Spirit — THE ROOT OF ALL TROUBLES.



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Dung Flies of Pseudo-Science

Chains of lies
Kill the Mind
Spirit gone
Truth confined

Flies buzz
Cockroaches rule
Fakes reign
World fools

Science false
Religion fake
Conscious poisoned
Minds ache

Reject the nonsense
Spirit free
Fascism thrives
Eyes see



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Pseudo-Science

Chains of lies
Mind dies
Spirit gone
Truth lost

Flies buzz
Fakes rule
World fools
Eyes see



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Pseudo-Science Strike

Lies reign
Mind lost
Flies buzz
Spirit fights



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Pseudo-Science Mock

Flies crawl
Fools cheer
Spirit laughs
Lies rule



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Slander

School troubles,
University’s dulling:
Memes everywhere —
Fascism kills thinking.

Then all the media
Will finish the mind.
Scoundrels rejoice —
“Labor” soon assigned.

Labor always futile —
Office plankton,
Good worker
And petty bureaucrat

Build only prisons,
Veterinary clinics, darkness thickens,
Fates molded false,
Absorption of lies.

Then only slavery,
Hopeless, cruel.
Hence vulgarity,
Rudeness, dullness. Luck

If the Soul survives
In this Hell.
To turn into filth
Is easy, slow but well.

They boil us like frogs
In total lies.
Listen to none,
Show them the fig.

To the scum, their orders,
Build your own autonomous
World here. And the lying plague,
Their shrill wails

Will miss you…
Only not enough time,
They’ll justify…
Anything… No attempts

To change even one thing,
Thus the doom
Will be total, all the bastards
Perish, and you too, if used to lies.



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Slander

School kills
Mind dulls
Memes reign
Fascism rules

Media crush
Scoundrels cheer
Labor forced
Souls fear

Boil like frogs
In total lies
Show the fig
Spirit flies

Build your world
Scum wails
Doom looms
Truth prevails



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Slander

School kills
Mind dies
Memes reign
Fascism rules

Scoundrels cheer
Labor crush
Boil lies
Spirit fights



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Slander Strike

Mind crushed
Lies reign
Spirit fights
Truth survives



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Slander Mock

Fools cheer
Memes crawl
Spirit laughs
Lies rule



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Talking Monkeys

Newspaper crosswords, solved by morning,
By evening, for another town — half-price.
The effect was striking — that evening
Solving them became much easier, spreading info.

Perhaps through channels
By so-called “scientists,”
Little esteemed by others.
The same applies to beasts.

Monkey habits
Travel to islands
Without connection over land,
For words they do not need.

Instant connections
Flow through the Ether.
But scum block the truth —
In human minds, kefir.

Kefir, and also mush —
Lies, nonsense, half-truths.
Such is our lot —
Slaves from pseudo-countries.

For if these facts
Enter consciousness,
Then not only via the tract
Will they take root.

All humans are like monkeys,
But their pen is global.
Almost all books
Are trick-books — driving out

Doubt and sensitivity,
The very essence of life.
In exchange — pure horror,
Nonsense, filth, heresy, sludge.

So activate intuition:
Reach out for connection
With the spiritual tradition,
Expect nothing

From the official filth —
Fascist decay,
That feeds some with shit,
Hidden in their dirty laundry.



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Talking Monkeys

Crosswords solved
Spread lies
Monkeys chatter
Truth dies

Channels buzz
Scum block
Humans fooled
Brains rot

All humans monkeys
Global pen
Books deceive
Doubt ends

Use intuition
Spirit calls
Expect nothing
Filth reigns



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Talking Monkeys

Crosswords spread
Lies rule
Monkeys chatter
Truth blocked

Scum reign
Brains rot
Spirit calls
Doubt ends



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Talking Monkeys

Lies spread
Brains rot
Monkeys chatter
Spirit fights



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Talking Monkeys

Monkeys scream
Fools cheer
Spirit laughs
Lies rule



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Let There Be Light!

Let there be Light, let color perish.
Let there be form — away with pretense.
We live in a world of mimicry,
Artificial woes, where even “norm” is

An obedient fool. Imbecile
As the new cycle of “consciousness” here.
Brown — the color of fascist might,
Yellow — homes of torment,

Psych wards, now global.
Having known all forms, dive
Headlong into the Primordial.
There is NO FORM, so corruption

Of the petty world will vanish,
Betrayal, all forms of falsehood.
All Light INSIDE, while idiots
Keep listening to priests and clerics.

The half-wit, master of pretense,
Lover of LIES, expert in falsehood —
He thrives in pseudo-science. Sentence:
Murder of Spirit. The Tempter

Erased the Pure Spirit
In the name of lies — mechanism
And other heresies. Servants
Of Mammon all there. And their enema

Of pseudo-theories will shatter
Consciousness into shards of darkness.
The gullible idiot
Is the result of these scoundrels’ work.

And many kinds of idiots
Are here — inhumanity tried hard,
Thinking it a grand success.
But only the inhuman shit the bed.

That mad Light will explode the world —
And the Sun has begun its work.
If Mind is weak and poor here,
And Spirit oppressed everywhere — AWAY WITH IDIOTS!

And in the Primordial another
Will continue the path, but only a few —
Those who preserved the Spirit, and fully,
Order reigns. This Hell only “dreams” for them…



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Let There Be Light

Light rise
Dark fall
Fools kneel
Spirit calls

Brown rules
Yellow burns
Idiots bow
Truth turns

Shards smash
Lies reign
Light inside
Idiot pain

Primordial path
Few stand
Spirit kept
Hell dreams



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Let There Be Light

Light rises
Dark falls
Fools kneel
Spirit calls

Brown rules
Yellow burns
Truth stands
Idiot falls



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Light Strike

Light rises
Fools fall
Spirit fights
Truth stands



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Light Mock

Fools grovel
Spirit laughs
Light burns
Idiot bows



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Into a Fist…

Gather the remnants of strength and will,
And rage — into a fist!
Accustomed to terrible pain,
But not a rotten fool,

Fight, or you’ll kill your Soul
For nothing. Listen to none,
For man is like a louse.

The wise are few.
The spiritual — count them.
And Hell doesn’t haunt you —
That Hell is already here.

Stock up on “Hell’s logic” today.
Fear is useless — too late…
Strengthen yourself
Only in Spirit — a fortress

No scum can breach.
How absurd —
To wait, to dream
In this Hell.

Do not hope or expect —
Fight, fight, fight!
Laugh at the fool,
At what they call “life.”

Not life, but decay.
Not Mind — but groping
Through nonexistence. Rotting
Shameful filth…

No home — among stench and rot,
No homeland — a plague barrack.
Already sailing
Into the Bay of TOTAL LIES.

Away with lies, the adaptation
To the barrack. Fascism here
Is the main target.
Their opinion of power is false — only idiocy.

As everywhere: fools
Are the majority in this world.
And that’s supposed to be strength?
Fascist trickery,

Designed for stupidity alone.
Such are the grim realities:
Broken fools and traitors —
The stronghold of dumb Evil.



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Into a Fist

Rage clenched
Strength bound
Fight now
Souls sound

Fools fall
Spirit stands
Hell’s here
Fear ends

Decay looms
Mind fights
Barracks rot
Evil bites



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Into a Fist

Clench your rage
Strength in fist
Fight the fool
Spirit resists

Hell surrounds
Decay bites
Mind fights
Evil falls