70 poems
Today I watched that TV show,
They promised cash — the same old flow.
They threatened, lied, and preached again,
While squealing freaks performed in vain.
Some "song" of theirs — pure fraud, pure rot,
"Analysis" that fools forgot.
I’m sick of this disgusting puke —
It’s what those HIDDEN CREATURES do.
It’s called SMRAD — that’s their disguise,
Where Hidden Evil rules, and lies.
It crushed the Net beneath its tread,
Spewing nonsense, toxic dread.
And Reason’s gone, it drowned below,
The “search” sells shit — and people bow.
The world’s a pen, a dung-filled pit,
A thousand megatons of it.
More damage than a bomb or gas —
That’s how these CREATURES kill our mass.
The marker’s clear — their “CowID”:
The vax, the muzzle — Shame and Greed.
And worse will come — both rot and rage,
Their evil “thought” defines the age.
SMRAD delivers to the herd
Its “little thought” — obey the word.
While grazing minds accept the chain,
The few who don’t — endure the pain.
Hell’s not tomorrow, Hell is here,
Surrounding all with stink and fear.
But Spirit saves — salvation’s near,
Inside yourself the path is clear.
Seek answers within, guard your mind,
From this vile world — corrupt, confined.
A world where genocide’s the law,
Where every truth is fed to maw.
Note. SMRAD - mass media of advertising, agitation, disinformation.
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SMRAD spits lies, the herd obeys,
But Spirit burns — and lights the blaze.
2
Their poison rules, their filth is spread,
Fight in the Spirit — or be dead.
3
The hidden bastards choke the land,
Only the Inner Fire will stand.
4
No bombs, no gas — just lies instead,
That’s how they slaughter souls half-dead.
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SMRAD is war —
Spirit strikes more!
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Their lies enslave —
The Spirit won’t cave!
3
Choke on their rot —
Inside burns Hot!
4
Bombs can’t compete —
Their lies kill deep!
5
SMRADs command —
We make our Stand!
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SMRAD is war — we strike back more!
Their chains are lies — the Spirit soars!
They spew their rot, we burn inside,
No herd, no mask will make us hide.
Their bombs are weak, their words kill deep,
But Spirit wakes — no soul will sleep.
Stand, resist, the truth won’t bend,
We fight, we burn, till Evil’s end!
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No SMRAD, no chains —
The Spirit remains!
Their lies may devour —
We rise with the Power!
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SMRAD is decay,
We burn it away!
Their filth cannot last —
The Spirit strikes fast!
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Their shadows consume,
The world is a tomb.
But Spirit ignites —
And shatters the night.
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No chains can restrain,
The Spirit will reign.
Through ruin, through flame —
We rise all the same.
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Bow down, obey —
Eat lies all day!
So “smart,” so “free” —
A caged chimpanzee.
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Oh, hail to the Lie,
Your shit fills the sky.
But Spirit just grins —
And burns all your sins.
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“Truth” on TV —
Premium lunacy!
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Hidden kings? Ha!
Just rats in a spa.
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SMRAD proclaims:
“Eat shit for gains!”
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Mask on your face,
Brain out of place.
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Their “wise analysis” —
Certified paralysis.
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“Truth” on TV — pure lunacy,
Kings of the shadows? Just rats we see.
SMRAD proclaims: “Eat shit for gains!”
Their wisdom is certified brainless chains.
Mask on the face, thought out of place,
A circus of clowns in a grand disgrace.
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Bow to the screen —
Feed on their scheme!
Clowns rule the day —
Think? No way!
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The World’s Decay
The world’s raw picture pressed
Into a weary brain:
Futile work, a rented room,
Routine endured in vain.
Insights passed you by,
The Soul’s own light nearly dead.
Through lies and fear, the small world bent —
Obscenity cuts the ear instead.
To the rabble, every media stream
Is a stinking, frantic flow.
The stench of news creates the beasts —
For them, a “Porsche” is the crowning show.
The internet’s cesspool now
Feeds the largest chunks to the top.
If you’re not dead, your blood runs cold
From meeting human-guts nonstop.
Few are not corpses — truly few,
And fewer still with every day;
Awareness nearly vanished
In this miserable world of decay.
Decay — the picture of the world:
Not of the mind, but Soul’s own pain.
From the dark, foul toilet-world,
Rush, my friend, to Spirit’s domain.
There, introspection lends its hand —
Ignite the Fire that burns within.
Only it can overcome the grotesque,
Though dawn itself may never begin.
To save a fragment of the Spirit
Is your task. This Hell around
Is but a cosmic lapse, a flaw —
They’ll erase it, and sow the Garden’s ground.
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The world decays, the rabble feeds,
Ignite the Fire — crush lies and deeds!
Few souls remain where rot prevails,
The Spirit rises — Hell derails!
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Rot rules the world, the herd obeys,
Burn inside, set lies ablaze!
Foul minds may swarm, but Spirit fights,
And shatters dark, unholy nights.
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The world decays, the filth is top,
But Spirit burns — it won’t stop!
Awake, arise, don’t be a pawn,
Fight through the lies till Hell is gone.
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All around — decay and shame,
Yet in your Soul, there burns a flame.
Save what remains from Hell’s foul art,
And guard the Spirit in your heart.
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World decays, lies ascend —
Ignite your Fire, refuse to bend!
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Rot spreads, fools obey —
Spirit strikes, burns decay!
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Hell surrounds, yet Flame remains —
Guard the Spirit, break the chains!
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Eat the filth, obey the herd —
Spirit laughs at every word!
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World decays, lies ascend,
Ignite your Fire, refuse to bend!
Rot spreads, fools obey,
Spirit strikes, burns decay!
Hell surrounds, yet Flame remains,
Guard the Spirit, break the chains!
Eat the filth, obey the herd,
Spirit laughs at every word!
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Wrath of the Spirit
Rot devours, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — smash their ways!
Lies choke the world, the foul parade,
Spirit strikes, their reign will fade!
Hell presses close, yet Flame survives,
Awake, arise — the Spirit drives!
Chains of filth will break and fall,
We rise, we strike, defy them all!
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Spirit Strike
Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Chains will break, their lies will fall,
We rise, we strike, defy them all!
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Commissars, Old and New
Commissars in dusty helms,
Drugged-up rulers in their realms:
The world persists in rotten schemes,
Just swapping names for old-time dreams.
They fed the herd with twisted lies,
Stamped “new” on monsters in disguise,
To fight old Evil, they proclaimed,
Yet stumbled on a greater flame.
A death camp, renamed, endured,
With banners changed, the pain ensured.
Tolerance, “concern” — the latest creed,
Fools believe without taking heed.
A stinking muzzle showed the cost
Of “care” in days when CowID tossed
The herd into a second-rate
School of Lies and slimy state.
They’ve grown more vile, more brutish, mean,
Their treachery now routine.
Through lies they drive the herd with fear,
Then offer “measures” — drawing near.
They march to Spirit’s block and stake,
Scouts and pioneers at the wake.
The old scout’s out, the rest comply —
Thus triumphs filth beneath the sky.
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Old and New Commissars
Rot parades in dusty helms,
Monsters rule in poisoned realms.
Lies breed fear, the herd obeys,
Spirit strikes — crush their ways!
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Old and new, the filth commands,
Fear and lies rule all the lands.
Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!
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Dusty helms, poisoned minds,
Monsters thrive while Spirit finds
Ways to strike, to break the chain,
Expose the lies, endure the pain!
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“Care” they preach, the herd complies,
CowID masks their thin disguise.
Fools cheer on, the clowns parade,
Spirit laughs at their charade!
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Commissars
Rot parades in dusty helms,
Monsters rule in poisoned realms.
Fear and lies enslave the herd,
Spirit strikes — expose each word!
“Care” they preach, the herd complies,
CowID masks their thin disguise.
Scouts march blind, the clowns parade,
Spirit laughs — their lies will fade!
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Commissars
Rot rules, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Masks and lies will fall apart,
Spirit strikes — defend your heart!
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Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!
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Rot spreads, the clowns parade,
Masks and laws — a cruel charade.
Strike with Fire, the lies expose,
Spirit stands where darkness grows!
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“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID hums their stupid song.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Burns their shadows, shatters dreams!
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Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Spirit strikes — the herd undone,
Rise, ignite — the fight’s begun!
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Commissars
Dusty helms, the filth commands,
Fear and lies across the lands.
Rot spreads, the clowns parade,
Masks and laws — a cruel charade.
Scouts march blind, the herd enslaved,
Spirit rises — none are saved!
“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID hums their stupid song.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Burns their shadows, shatters dreams!
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Commissars
Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Dusty helms and clowns parade,
Masks and lies — a foul charade.
Scouts march blind, the fools comply,
Spirit strikes — their reign will die!
“Care” they preach, yet none are free,
We rise, we burn, the lies will flee!
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Commissars
Rot spreads, the herd obeys,
Ignite the Fire — crush their ways!
Masks and lies will break and fall,
Spirit rises — defy them all!
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False History, or the End of a Terrible Tale
Tales from long-forgotten times:
They serve the rulers’ petty crimes —
Training all in half-truths and lies,
The world’s ruled by deception’s guise.
False science helps, and boredom bred
By wicked false religions spreads.
Propaganda finishes the task,
Dulling minds, and fools unmask.
The gullible sleep through every scheme,
Add up the fools — a global dream
Of madhouse madness, Armageddon near,
The end of sense — the tale severe.
The outcome, sadly, is well-known:
A superstitious fool alone,
Believing lies, abused through fear,
Cannot live “happily” — nor persevere.
Through lies and terror, stupidity gnaws
At wretched worlds, enslaved by claws
Of creatures vile; the shameful end
Is drawing close — no hope to mend.
The “crown” of history (or tale?)
Slides into horror, dark and pale,
As consciousness is forced to sleep,
Into a coma, quiet and deep.
They’ll erase it, write a scarier story,
Implanting “care” and false glory
Through every channel, trick and guise:
CowID tested, fools comply.
Do what you will, spread fear and lies,
Multiply the lies before their eyes,
Drive them mad — they’ll run to the stake,
Themselves consumed by the world you make.
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False History
Lies rule, the fools obey,
Fear and deceit lead them astray.
Propaganda feeds the herd,
Spirit strikes — expose each word!
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False history spreads, the herd obeys,
Lies and fear rule all their days.
CowID hums, the fools comply,
Spirit strikes — the liars die!
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Fools sleep through schemes and lies,
Propaganda blinds their eyes.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns through all the pains!
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False History
False history spreads, the herd obeys,
Lies and fear rule all their days.
Fools sleep through schemes and lies,
Propaganda blinds their eyes.
CowID hums, the fools comply,
“Care” they preach, yet none are sly.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit laughs — the liars’ pains.
Burn their shadows, shatter dreams,
Expose their fraud — the Spirit deems!
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False History
Lies rule, the fools obey,
Ignite the Fire — crush their sway!
Burn their shadows, shatter dreams,
Spirit rises — expose their schemes!
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Masses or Herds?
“Herds are prone to folly, shallow thought,
Allowing themselves to be led as taught,
Enchanted by sweet words’ pleasing sound,
Yet reason fails — truth cannot be found.”
— Michel de Montaigne, 16th century
They drive the herds from pen to pen,
To worse enclosures time and again.
No need to build obstructing walls,
Words alone can do it all.
Doubt finds no place in promises made,
Just heap more lies, let fear cascade.
With every generation, they grow more dumb,
Threaten them with anything — they succumb:
“Diseases,” wars, “terror” plays,
A simple kit for endless days.
The peak: CowID-fascism bent
Every fool into obedient consent.
Threaten, promise, and wait for more decay,
No need for subtle lies — just sway.
This sham will guide the herd along,
“Health” or slaughter — they follow the song.
Just invent injections, cruel and sly,
Sharper than CowID’s dull supply.
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Herds obey, the fools comply,
Threats and lies, they live a lie.
CowID bends them, weak and small,
Spirit rises — crush them all!
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Herds march blind, the fools obey,
Fear and lies control their day.
Promised “health,” yet led to kill,
Spirit strikes — defy their will!
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Threats, deceit, the herd complies,
CowID hums their stupid lies.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns where darkness reigns!
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Herds
Herds march blind, the fools obey,
Fear and lies control their day.
Threats, deceit, the herd complies,
CowID hums their stupid lies.
“Care” they preach, fools cheer along,
CowID sings their silly song.
Ignite the Fire, break the chains,
Spirit burns where darkness reigns.
Spirit laughs at all their schemes,
Shatters shadows, burns their dreams!
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Herds
Herds obey, the fools comply,
Ignite the Fire — break their lie!
Spirit burns through dark and schemes,
Shatter shadows, crush their dreams!
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Mysticism of Kali-Yuga
Patience thins to fragile thread.
“Flexibility” be damned — all’s dread.
Fears, Lies, and decay abound;
Media now spreads poison round.
The world is warlike, every breath
Taunted by CowID’s silent death.
In general, decapitated,
Under vile scum dominated.
Those who serve the creatures of Hell,
Turn bribes for treachery to an idol spell.
Not joyful is the falling pace —
Old ways replaced, no saving grace.
Digital Camps the fiends construct,
Frogs are boiled — the world’s corrupt.
Gaze into the Indo-Yuga vast,
The cauldron boils, the die is cast.
Further on, the Spirit’s snow
Presses less — though winds still blow.
Cool your mind — to Spirit’s realm,
Strive to fly before it overwhelms.
But they won’t boil you like a frog —
The Sun ignites the scorching bog.
Listen only to the Soul inside,
Then you won’t be swept by the tide.
In moments of exception, glimpse the way,
Cataclysm has begun — the world’s decay.
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Kali-Yuga
Patience thins, the world decays,
Fires of lies consume the days.
Listen to the Soul — it guides your flight,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape the night!
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Patience fades, the lies expand,
Media poisons all the land.
Soul alone can guide your way,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape decay!
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World boils like a frog in pot,
Sun ignites the scorching lot.
Listen to your Soul inside,
Spirit’s wind will be your guide!
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Fears and Lies, the air is thick,
Spirit’s Realm — the only trick.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine!
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Kali-Yuga
Patience fades, the lies expand,
Media poisons all the land.
World boils like a frog in pot,
Sun ignites the scorching lot.
Fears and Lies, the air is thick,
Spirit’s Realm — the only trick.
Soul alone can guide your way,
Through Spirit’s Realm, escape decay.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine!
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Kali-Yuga
Patience fades, the lies expand,
Ignite the Fire — take your stand!
Soul alone will guide your flight,
Through Spirit’s Realm — escape the night!
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Sea Phantasmagoria
A frail life’s dock leans against
The Shore of Lies, in foul pretense.
The port of registry, “Filth on Filth,”
The realm of Fear and mirage’s pelt.
He waits for a ship — “Salvation” scrawled
Upon its hull, so falsely called.
The sea is poisoned — rotting brine,
Chaos reigns in the harbor line.
There stood the “Idol,” “Savior” too,
“Trust the promises, fool, it’s true,”
“Happiness near,” “Celestial might,”
A host of vulgar, shallow blight.
The mighty cruiser, not “Cataclysm” named,
Rushed to the port, under fascism framed,
Embracing war, CowID at helm,
A twisted master of this realm.
“Hope” was scratched across its side —
Vulgarity honored, nothing to hide:
“All will remain as it has been,”
Folly preserved, no cleansing within.
The rudder stuck, the cruiser sped
Straight to port, by madness led.
The wind howls out, the anthem plays:
“The whole world shall crumble!” it says.
A Sensitive ear alone can hear
The whispered words beneath the fear.
Yet Sensitives do not quake in dread:
The Heart, not mind, guides where they tread.
The Heart feels most — no more to bear
Total Evil, beyond repair.
Nowhere to hide; only Death will send
A subtle ray — a chance to ascend.
To anywhere — far better there,
For Spirit cannot dwell in despair.
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Sea Phantasm
The cruiser roars, the harbor quakes,
Lies and rot in waves it makes.
Heart alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — escape the blight!
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The cruiser flies, the port in thrall,
Poisoned waves consume them all.
Only the Heart can see the way,
Spirit strikes — the lies decay!
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Rudder jammed, the ship rushes in,
Chaos reigns, the blight begins.
Listen to the Soul, it lights your path,
Through Spirit’s Realm — escape the wrath!
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Harbor screams, the sea is torn,
Falsehood reigns, corruption born.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Heart — the path divine!
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Sea Phantasm
The cruiser flies, the port in thrall,
Poisoned waves consume them all.
Rudder jammed, the ship rushes in,
Chaos reigns, the blight begins.
Harbor screams, the sea is torn,
Falsehood reigns, corruption born.
Only the Heart can see the way,
Spirit strikes — the lies decay.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Heart — the path divine.
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Sea Phantasm
The cruiser roars, the port in thrall,
Ignite the Fire — destroy it all!
Heart alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — escape the blight!
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“Real Men”
“Real men” —
Armed morons all around:
Lies they wield; if cop — a baton bound.
The “golden mean” of officials’ greed,
“To ours, to yours,” to cook bribery’s seed.
Methodical poison to the scum —
To evil, stupid propagandists come.
The teacher — simply weak and vile,
Sprinkles children with dusty guile
Of pseudo-science, myths, and fear —
More dreadful than the plague is here.
Doctors cure false plagues and blight,
More fearsome than leprosy’s bite:
They dwell inside the fools’ own heads.
Doctors became fascism’s tools, it’s said —
Equipped with trash, their shots — fools’ delight.
A vile creature bows to Evil’s sway,
Happy to betray for cash each day.
Call it what you will — the scum remains,
The reckoning comes — the Cataclysm reigns,
Like Judgment Day, the fascists sweep,
Destroying fools they call “citizens” cheap.
“Real men” march to the New Hell — no chance denied.
The few who do not bend
May awaken in some “paradise” alive.
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“Real Men”
“Real men” march, the fools obey,
Betrayal, lies, they serve the sway.
Cataclysm comes, the fascists call,
Only few who stand may not fall.
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“Real men” armed with lies and greed,
Fools betray for cash indeed.
Cataclysm strikes, the fascists reign,
Only few resist the chain.
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Fools march blind, the traitors thrive,
Evil spreads, the weak survive.
Judgment nears — the end of play,
Stand or fall — the final day.
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“Real men” laugh while fools obey,
Bribes and lies lead all astray.
Fascists smile, the masses bow,
Few will wake — the rest, oh wow.
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“Real Men”
“Real men” armed with lies and greed,
Fools betray for cash indeed.
Fools march blind, the traitors thrive,
Evil spreads, the weak survive.
“Real men” laugh while fools obey,
Bribes and lies lead all astray.
Cataclysm strikes, the fascists reign,
Stand or fall — the final chain.
Only few resist the end,
Few will wake — the rest descend.
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“Real Men”
“Real men” march, the fools obey,
Betrayal, lies, they pave the way.
Cataclysm comes, the fascists call,
Only few who stand may not fall.
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On the Difference Between Un-Knowing and Un-Knowledge
“Ignorance is no excuse. Ignorance is no argument.”
— Benedict Spinoza, 17th century
Ignorance is no excuse,
But that’s not law’s domain.
Un-knowledge gives Evil use
To drive the Spirit from the plain.
Ignorance dwells in the mind,
Un-knowledge in the Soul.
No books will help you find
Escape from Total Bull’s control.
Shift the focus from the brain
To Pure Spirit’s sphere.
With the mind, you count your gain,
In the Spirit — cast the servants clear
Of the System of Decay.
Ignorance of the crowd
Forms the base where Darkness may
Command its servants proud.
Un-knowledge binds not just in chains,
But in essence, deep within.
The whole rabble’s dead — remains
Cannot relight their foolish sin.
Believe in yourself — new faith
Outwits Evil’s crafty lies.
Seek, casting off the Darkness’ wraith,
The Pure Spirit — do not compromise.
When you return to the world again
Of total lies and twisted lore,
Chains in mind will still remain
Through the fools’ deceitful score.
Returnings are the usual way,
Few have strength in Decay’s Bedlam.
A trace of “training” minds will sway,
Yet turn on consciousness — ascend again through the sham.
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Un-Knowledge
Ignorance rules, un-knowledge reigns,
Evil drives the Spirit in chains.
Trust your Soul — the mind’s a snare,
Rise through lies, if you dare!
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Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge kills,
Evil spreads, the Spirit chills.
Soul alone can break the chain,
Rise through lies — defy the pain!
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Mind deceived, the world’s a trap,
Evil thrives, the lies entrap.
Listen to your Soul inside,
Through Spirit’s Realm, you’ll safely glide.
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Un-knowledge lurks where darkness grows,
Ignorance poisons, the Spirit knows.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine.
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Un-Knowledge
Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge kills,
Evil spreads, the Spirit chills.
Mind deceived, the world’s a trap,
Evil thrives, the lies entrap.
Un-knowledge lurks where darkness grows,
Ignorance poisons, the Spirit knows.
Soul alone can break the chain,
Rise through lies — defy the pain.
Moments rare, exceptions shine,
Follow Soul — the path divine.
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Un-Knowledge
Ignorance blinds, un-knowledge reigns,
Evil drives the Spirit in chains.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Rise through lies — embrace the Light!
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The Search for “Happiness”
Village life is dull as flies,
So the fool to the city hies.
There he thinks “happiness” awaits,
In concrete jungles, twisting fates.
Among the towers, his mind’s amused,
By shallow pleasures, briefly used.
Work’s a trek — the idiot groans,
Endless commutes on tiresome bones.
Small worries pile like snowball lumps,
No energy left — the spirit slumps.
Dreams give way to screens and booze,
Eat, sleep, forget — no time to choose.
A mid-sized town — a halfway way,
Still dull as village, night or day.
For fools, few options exist,
Green Misery is universal bliss.
Only where the people share
Goodness, Light, and truly care,
Not fear, not lies, not mindless chatter,
Is there a place where hearts grow better.
Such places are almost unknown:
To pine, to work, to lie alone,
Crushing Mind and Soul alike —
Universal Doom strikes sharp as pike.
Yet personal effort may prevail:
Fear, despair, and helpless wail,
Lies and stupidity dissolve,
If Spirit’s Path you truly resolve.
Walk it in solitude, no dreams,
Through Light alone, its silent beams.
There you’ll find your fate’s completion,
Decay undone, Pure Spirit’s vision,
And insight’s vast, awakening ignition.
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The Search for Happiness
Village fools chase empty dreams,
City lights mask rotting schemes.
Walk the Spirit’s Path alone,
Only there is truth your own.
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Fools pursue the fleeting glare,
Concrete jungles choke the air.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!
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Chasing joy in empty towns,
Endless noise and shallow frowns.
Follow Spirit, leave the lies,
Truth awaits where Darkness dies.
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Village, city — same despair,
Only Light can lift you there.
Walk alone, the path is true,
Through the Spirit, all renew.
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The Search for Happiness
Fools pursue the fleeting glare,
Concrete jungles choke the air.
Chasing joy in empty towns,
Endless noise and shallow frowns.
Village, city — same despair,
Only Light can lift you there.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!
Walk alone, the path is true,
Through the Spirit, all renew.
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The Search for Happiness
Fools chase dreams, the world decays,
City lights hide rotting ways.
Soul alone can pierce the night,
Spirit rises — claim the Light!
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The Full Cup of the New Digital Pen
“He who turns from the road to Hell won’t be scared by the warning:
‘This road leads to nowhere!’”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec
Along the road to the New Hell,
The herbivore moves with glee.
There’s a road that leads to NOWHERE,
Yet herds shun it carefully.
This Hell, the Other — it’s well known:
By the trough it’s tight, confined.
The shearing still runs on schedule,
Daily sacrifices aligned.
The shepherd has it all arranged,
Plenty of amusement for the slaves.
He calls it nonsense, absurd play,
For those who dare, their path he braves.
Few march forward — the vigilant gone,
Perhaps their minds lost instinctive dread,
Care for neighbors, faith in the shepherd?
Foolish thought — best leave instead.
Innovations framed as “care”
Surround the idiots everywhere:
“Treating” even non-existent ills,
A factory of maladies fulfills.
With signs proclaiming, “Joy for all sheep!”
Tolerance masks the filth they keep.
Kind words feed them, dreams anew,
Yet herds won’t step where nothing’s true.
Along the road to NOWHERE,
The flocks won’t move, they stay.
A Pen is built, overflowing full,
The cup of control, in disarray.
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The New Digital Pen
Herds march blind along the way,
To Nowhere’s Hell they blindly stray.
Shepherds rule with lies and fear,
Only few escape the snare.
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Herds obey, the Shepherd grins,
Daily blood and pointless sins.
Digital Pen, the cup is full,
Few break free — the rest stay dull.
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Along the road to Nowhere’s gate,
Fools march blind, they meet their fate.
Shepherds laugh, the flocks comply,
Only few will wonder why.
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Joy for sheep! The sign proclaims,
While idiots dance in empty games.
The Pen is brimming, control in place,
Few escape this hopeless race.
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The New Digital Pen
Herds obey, the Shepherd grins,
Daily blood and pointless sins.
Along the road to Nowhere’s gate,
Fools march blind, they meet their fate.
Joy for sheep! The sign proclaims,
While idiots dance in empty games.
Digital Pen, the cup is full,
Shepherds laugh — the flocks stay dull.
Only few can break the snare,
Stand alone — escape the glare.
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The New Digital Pen
Herds march blind, the Shepherd cheers,
Daily blood and pointless fears.
Few break free, the rest ensnared,
Soul alone — the path prepared.
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Overdrive of Struggle and Creation
Impossible to forge the Cause,
If allies clash in slightest pause.
Be brave — alone, destroy the Fright,
Alone you strike in overdrive, through night.
The wretched world, so tired and small,
Has worn you down, can’t bear it all.
You draw a line, beyond — is Death,
Each breath a battle, every word a breath.
Tension rising off the scale —
Only so the fight prevails
Against the filth. Lies have bored,
Vile media’s venom poured.
Surrounding dullness gnaws your core,
Impossible to bear much more.
Greed, cowardice, beyond all measure,
A trial of Soul, no petty pleasure.
Thus, armed with glimpses of the Spirit,
Strike the slime, burn, though mere words bear it.
The infernal reason clouds the way —
Fascism reigns throughout the fray.
Defy the fatal hand of fate,
Through Creation, scorn the path of Hate.
Downward all descends — you didn’t dream this ride.
Evil’s patience sentences the Soul inside.
Listen to the Soul, reject the lies,
Hold fast, create, and fight the skies.
In the Cataclysm, fools will fall,
False lives end — only this befalls.
And this completes the cycle once again,
Soon all will answer — for every sin.
Back to Hell anew, if you retreat…
Stand firm, create — make evil meet defeat.
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Overdrive of Struggle
Alone, strike down the Fright and Lies,
Burn the slime where corruption lies.
Soul alone defies the fall,
Create, resist — destroy it all!
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Alone you fight, the filth to shred,
Truth and Spirit guide your head.
Through the Cataclysm, burn the rot,
Strike the lies — forsake them not!
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Soul alone, against the vile,
Every falsehood burns a mile.
Create, resist, don’t bend or fall,
Stand through Hell — survive it all.
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Infernal currents push you down,
Yet Spirit’s Light won’t let you drown.
Through struggle, lies, and death’s embrace,
Creation marks your saving grace.
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Overdrive of Struggle
Alone you fight, the filth to shred,
Truth and Spirit guide your head.
Soul alone, against the vile,
Every falsehood burns a mile.
Through the Cataclysm, burn the rot,
Strike the lies — forsake them not!
Infernal currents push you down,
Yet Spirit’s Light won’t let you drown.
Create, resist, don’t bend or fall,
Stand through Hell — survive it all.
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Overdrive
Alone, strike down the filth and lies,
Soul ignites where darkness flies.
Through the Hell, resist, create,
Stand and fight — defy your fate!
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Matches
You have the matches, yet don’t know
How to strike — your mind just smolders so.
From Ignorance you suffer still,
Drowned in Lies, with random will.
You move along the patterned track.
If it were good, you’d find your knack:
Darkness hands fools the poisoned lot,
And we are oppressed from birth — the plot.
In school you serve the mandatory grind,
Processing wider, minds confined.
Reason shrinks beneath the foolish tide,
Entropy devours, and skins will rot inside.
CowID revealed the bottom-line —
Just a step to Pens where flocks align.
Media of Evil reeks all around,
In attack again, the inhuman hound:
Plague, war — what next? Hunger?
Where to read the script, the thunder?
Moloch strains to herd the skins,
Into the stalls, the chaos begins.
Matches — sparks of God’s own flame,
To save the Soul, to guard the name.
Don’t bear them to the wretched world,
Ignite the Spirit, let it swirl.
Strike the fire — then you can share
The Light with others, if you dare.
Smoldering, you only multiply
Ignorance — and all together die.
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Matches
You hold the sparks, yet do not light,
Ignite the Soul, resist the night.
Share the Flame — the darkness flees,
Smolder not, or all will cease.
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Matches in hand, yet mind untamed,
Strike the Spirit, leave the dark ashamed.
Share the fire, burn the lies,
Or Ignorance will claim all lives.
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Hold the sparks, ignite the Soul,
Let the inner Flame make you whole.
Smolder not, but light the way,
Darkness fades where Fire holds sway.
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Sparks of God, within your grasp,
Awaken Spirit, break the clasp.
Fail to strike, the shadow thrives,
Strike the Flame — preserve all lives.
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