97 poems

The Ass-Bell

School dulled my edge — they taught me numb,
The glowing box my spirit’s scum.
They christened me to bend and bow —
Behold me now: the Ass-Bell, how.

They twist me any way they please,
I lie with ease, I kill with ease;
I couldn’t care — my conscience sold,
For words, for gruel, for meat and cold.

I’m never anyone’s — I belong
To those who wait the hangman’s gong.
Such folk we are — a rabble, sown
Of fools and idiots; scum has grown.

A freak now rules the rotten hall;
Submit — and you are lost, that’s all.
A flood of lies, of blows, of shame,
A squall of dulling — all the same.

A handful only stand as Men
Beneath the devils’ boot — and then
So few there are of rescue’s seed,
So scant the paths for one who’ll lead.

Few ways to fight — the wise just wait…
They wait to die; they wait for fate;
They wait when Reason’s wiped away —
To vanish with the dying day.

The sun burns harder — days near end;
When People’re few — the cesspit, send
Its flames to burn that devil den!
If few remain — purge out the men.

And fire will cleanse it to the bone,
For freak, for dolt, for idiot — gone.
Human cattle — worthless, spent —
Not needed in the firmament.

There are the Spirit-ones — this word
Is for them; they won’t be stirred.
They’ll not take offense — revenge
Is due; the Earth must bloom again.

Without mankind the Spirit dies,
The Mind a phantom in the skies.
High Powers gave one final law:
Save Earth — but save it without us.



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Burn the cesspit — burn it clean;
No freak, no idiot, no human spleen.
If few remain, then let them go —
The Earth must live — and we must not.



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Like Their "Flights to the Moon"

The Yankees flew straight into Hell —
TV-screen’s infernal spell.
Every frame a twisted lie,
Painted over by that guy.

Studio lamps, pavilion tricks,
Shadows falling wrong, a fix.
Edges fake, the truth denied,
Shoved down throats — the devil’s pride.

This is filth from soulless beasts,
Rotten fraud for mindless feasts.
Who devours every drop?
Clone of man — a devil’s crop.

Now they sell the crooked creed,
Gay parade of hell’s new breed.
Propaganda, devil’s tool,
Breeds a nation blind and cruel.

Drunkards leaping to the sky,
Never asking, never why.
Spewing lies on all mankind,
Mass delusion for the blind.

Fake disease and fake small wars,
Poison jabs through opened doors.
World became a madhouse pit —
For the sane, no place to fit.

Total lies in every school,
Where the scum enforce their rule.
So you’ll lose your Will and Mind,
And obey — forever blind.

Only Spirit, Will, and Thought,
Only truth — deception not.
That’s the core. So tell me, when
Will resistance rise again?

Build communities of light,
Banned technologies ignite.
Show persistence, strong, defy —
And we’ll turn this Earth to sky.



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Lies from Hell won’t rule the day —
Rise with Will, and burn decay!



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Clouds

Clouds will sometimes draw their signs,
Clear to read between the lines.
“Science” fakes its cheap pretense,
Drowning sense in nonsense dense.

Let them sell their soulless schools,
Crowds of whores and lying fools.
Paid to push deceitful streams,
Choking Spirit, killing dreams.

Two-mile circle in the grain —
Clowns are laughing once again.
Reason’s slaughtered, minds are tossed,
Sorted neatly — yet all lost.

Vivisection of the Earth,
Degrading thought, denying worth.
Lying bastards flood with waste,
Till the landfill waits in haste.

Throw that pseudo-science junk,
Where it belongs — on the dump!
Use your wit, your mind engage,
Spirit waits to turn the page.

Never trust — but test and try,
Train your thought each day to fly.
Every lie is just a chain,
Spirit yearns to rise again.

That whole gang of crooked frauds
Serves to gut the soul of gods.
Whore of “science” plays her part,
Time has come — true knowledge start.

Time of Real Knowing dawns,
Spirit shines where truth belongs.
Cast away the faked, the old —
Be perceptive, sharp, and bold.

You’re a Being, Spirit-bright,
Seeing truth with naked sight.
All their “science” serves the Night,
Blinding souls to Spirit’s light.

Chains of slavery they bind,
Strangling clarity of mind.
Fascist filth invests in lies,
Buying darkness by the skies.

Clouds are flying up above,
Spirit clears the veil thereof.
We are not their cattle, no —
Signs from Heaven tell us so.



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Clouds proclaim: the lie must fall,
Spirit rises, breaking all!



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The Cuckoo

Your fragile mind is built to feed
On doubts — its only daily need.
The world is woven out of lies,
So burn deceit before it dries.

Destroy the falsehood, hour by hour —
Trust nothing here, resist its power.
For Spirit, this whole world’s a trap,
An Incarnated Hell — pure crap.

But those who’ve long since lost their mind,
The “cuckoo” gone, remain half-blind.
Your task is daily restoration —
Undo the madhouse education.

For school was but a prison-yard,
A slaughterhouse in cheap disguise.
They killed your Soul with poison shards,
Three parts of knowledge filled with lies.

Your parents never saw the scheme,
They sent you there in simple trust.
But monsters shaped the childhood dream,
And turned bright children into dust.

So seek your answers, make them true,
Be critical, let thought break through.
And intuition — let it reign,
The road to Heaven’s paved with pain.

You are a Being made of Light,
With Spirit strong, with endless might.
Reject the “daily bread” of fools,
That’s food for slaves — their only rules.

The bastards sought to make you dumb,
To break your soul, to keep you numb.
But if they failed — then leave that den,
Your home is Light, not muck of men.

Set fire, blaze high, ignite the skies —
That’s where your home, your Spirit lies.
And know: when Light begins to rise,
The ghouls will choke, the darkness dies.

The ghouls have captured all the land,
They feed on you by their command.
But let the Light! That is the call —
Fight on, or you’ll be cattle — all.



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Let Light ignite, let Spirit fight —
Ghouls will perish in the night!



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The Sanctifying Nod

So-called "the scientific world" — damn them all,
Filthy bastards feed us lies that crawl.
They kill Awareness with their cunning trade,
They care for nothing but the coin they’ve made.
(An epigraph instead — a spit in truth’s face.)

The pseudo-world’s approving nod —
The priest who consecrates the sod.
Once robed, now decked in uniform and rank,
A traitor sells his blessing to the bank.

He’ll craft nooses for the gullible and sell them whole,
Call it salvation — line his pockets, fill his bowl.
He’ll cook chemical slop and call it loving care,
And preach that “neighbor” virtue while he strips you bare.

He’ll justify each filthy perversion, crown it “love,”
Pushing half-truths, sleaze, propaganda from above.
Fascism snapped its fingers — “sic ’em,” came the call,
And lies marched forward, dragging reason to its fall.

He’ll father invented illnesses to spike the vein,
Mix poison in the needles, dress the slaughter in a name.
He’s wormed inside the “consciousness” of fools —
They dance to his machine, obedient tools.

A religion built on “scientific” pretense,
Where knowledge is reduced to mere pretense.
They torture Spirit, break the mind apart —
Reason sinks in cesspools, hollowed of its heart.

These scum are masters at manipulating thought;
Hence the world stagnates, all wisdom sold and bought.
They’ll build a “medical” camp — a science of the damned;
Mengele as mascot for the horrors they’ve arranged.

They build it fast: lies multiply, and fools advance
The speed of “discoveries” in this mad, obscene dance.
So what remains are liars, traitors, useless leaves —
Ignorant of basics, complicit in the thieves.

Man is a Spiritual Being — false science says no word.
They mind only the base needs, make souls a market herd.
Don’t trust those sold-out scumbags — learn for yourself, ignite
Your Spirit, sharpen reason, keep your inner sight.

There are living, ultra-subtle bonds between us all;
Reach them, and you’ll not be blind or deaf to truth’s small call.
Wake up, resist the hollow priests, refuse their nod and grin —
The real work’s in knowing, feeling, and in letting Spirit in.



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Priests sold out for coin — let their nod be burned;
Wake Spirit, find the bonds — don’t be fooled, return.



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The Pendulum

The paths grow scarce, life thins away,
The giants of reason decay.
All that arrives is the gray, the slime,
While spirit and light fall out of time.

The subtle connections fade and die,
The flame of the Mind no longer high.
So many descend into filth, into swine,
As treacheries multiply, foul by design.

Foundations of life are lost, forgot,
Truth and Honor — remembered not.
We must reopen what once was clear,
But betrayal grows heavier year by year.

The pure is polluted, the natural torn,
The Earth is wounded, the forests worn.
Water and food bear poison’s trace,
A sinister turn in the human race.

People forget how to think at all,
Their minds stuffed full of empty sprawl.
“Education” breeds the slow,
And the tide of lies will only grow.

Now they kill us in “medicine’s” name,
Dull our minds with constant shame.
The herd’s reduced to cretin and fool,
While shackles tighten — the devil’s rule.

The world rushes fast into the pit,
Fascism speeds the fall of it.
“Doctor Mengele” runs his test —
How to breed idiocy best.

Resistance shrinks, the few grow weak,
Normal souls grow rare, unique.
We stand at the grave’s cold edge, and near
The cauldrons and racks of devils appear.

But the scum forgot the pendulum’s way —
It swings back hard, it won’t delay.
It will sweep the filth, the rot, the stain,
And no memory of this horror remain.



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The pendulum swings — the scum will fall,
No trace of their horror will remain at all.



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Collusion – Ruin

“The circle of cover-up smears like soot.
I reach for a hand — but an elbow I shoot.
I seek for eyes, but a blank stare is had,
Where above every head there’s the arse of a cad.
Behind the red sunrise — a pink sunset fades.”
—Ilya Kormiltsev, Chained by One Chain, 1986


Behind collusion comes decay, the blow is more than sore:
Police, gendarmes — fascist swine, they poison evermore.
Fascism never ends, while the people, dumb and bare,
Forget the Purest Spirit — the only link still there
To the Higher World. Break that, and doom fills the air.

Refrain:
In the material world
There are only heavy chains,
When the Lyre is forgotten,
And beastly goals remain.

False science feeds us lies, obscene, with brazen face;
The governments are clowns that serve the powers base.
“Education” makes you weak, a slave without a word,
A voiceless mule in harness, obeying Devil’s herd.
Not awareness — blinders, where asses are preferred.

Refrain:
In the material world
There are only heavy chains,
When the Lyre is forgotten,
And beastly goals remain.

There’s nothing left to build but another camp of death;
The foremen swap their faces, but one Architect draws breath.
Once it wore a crimson flag, now a cross of red instead —
But the inhuman masters still gorge on blood and bread.

When we rise as true Humans, Spirit-born and bright,
Then the lords will vanish, swallowed in the Night.
But first we must defeat this “daily bread” demand,
The materialist prison where blood flows like sand.

Refrain:
In the material world
There are only heavy chains,
When the Lyre is forgotten,
And beastly goals remain.

The bastards raised high mountains of lies, grotesque, obscene —
Destroy them, or be buried in the rot between.
You carry this bold falsehood like a cross upon your back,
And it kills not only you, but drags your brothers off the track.
Only the Pure Spirit saves — multiply its stack.

Refrain:
In the material world
There are only heavy chains,
When the Lyre is forgotten,
And beastly goals remain.



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Break the chains, destroy the lie —
Only Spirit lifts us high!



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In Captivity

“A single cat in a strange, shut land
Sits pensive, silent, never sings.
In his ruffled sheepskin’s ragged band
The fleas keep roundelay with tiny wings.

A hermit on a sorrowed stair,
A monk with bucket from the pit;
He seeks the primal love somewhere —
In vain he searches till the whitest light.”
— Nikolai Zabolotsky, On the Stairs (1928)


We’re all held captive, exiled on strange ground,
This bondage grates — it’s worn us to the bone.
Man’s matched to cattle now; no change is found —
No turning tide, the rot remains our own.

The forms of slavery just shift and change,
Each day more brutal than the one before.
Corruption grows; obscene decay’s the range —
We do not live: we fester, fall, and soar no more.

Hermitage will not redeem us now:
They build the camps — a global scaffolded breed.
Like meek livestock they will truss and plow,
Drown out with poison, fear, and war’s loud screed.

Already tacky vets begin to jab
These cattle with their syringes, moods to tame.
Old asylums, jails — their bunks are just a slab;
Easier to poison a kind and call it “cure” by name.

The whole world bows to fascist stench and rod —
It turns us into animals by law.
We’re exiles in a place prepared for Godless sod;
Not fit for Man — but fit to feed their maw.

So sweep away the fascist scum and slime! —
Or else this servitude will last for time.



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We’re caged, turned cattle — rage, ignite the flame;
Sweep fascist filth away — reclaim our name!



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Howl and Fight

The propaganda’s brazen howl —
Scum fights the last grim battle now.
A war against the Mind is waged —
The vermin need the idiot staged.

And the howl goes on again,
No heart left beating in our men.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.

Lies fly out to every shore,
Rats form ranks, they storm and roar.
Scum now slaughters souls by stealth,
Execution dressed as “truth” and health.

And the howl goes on again,
No heart left beating in our men.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.

Fake illnesses and war’s loud drum —
This stupid country’s come undone.
Inhuman masters long hold rule —
All turned to filth, the herd and fool.

And the howl goes on again,
No heart left beating in our men.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.

A few still bear Shame, Mind, Spirit bright,
Their strength melts down in devil’s night.
We stand within the witches’ dance —
A sabbath reeking of the damned.

And the howl goes on again,
No heart left beating in our men.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.

Fight on — though you may fall and bleed —
Better to save the soul than heed.
If you revere the Holy Light,
You’ll leave this hell and join the fight.

So go — the final battle’s call:
Take only the wise, the few withal.
Evil can be beaten yet —
Not every soul is burned to ash.
Gather up the Sacred Host —
Let us strike and purge the most.

And the howl goes on again,
No heart left beating in our men.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.
Gebbels young again, anew,
And Hitler’s still marching through.



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Howl won’t stop — but stand and strike;
Gather the wise, send back the night.



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The Law of the Excluded Third

“Equal standing cannot be held between two opposite terms; regarding any one thing you must either affirm it or deny it.”
— Aristotle. The earliest known wording of the law of the excluded middle.


The law of the excluded middle
Sets a black-and-white small world in place.
Consciousness turns into haze — a riddle,
Where lies and half-truths now hold sway and space.

If you’re “not with us,” then you’re marked a freak,
A target: “you’re against us” — so they shout.
That turns a people into cattle weak,
And Reason—thin—begins to wink and flout.

Hence “divide, then rule” — provoke, unleash the pack;
Set dogs on one another, drive the war.
From that the misery: the gullible turn back,
Believing scum who sell the blight and more.

But wholeness — Yin plus Yang — once closed the ring,
Until the pseudo-nanny crept inside.
She sewed the ailment in the common thinking,
So all the subtle colors were denied.

Don’t trust — seek out the middle ground and shades:
The nuance is the salt; the grain of truth.
Reject the half-witted fate the tyrant trades —
They’ll smash you like a moth for spoiling youth.

Today the world’s obsessed with excluding third:
The Reasonable is banished from the plot.
Stand fast, hold on until the last bird heard,
Swear not to serve the Evil — take that oath.

These are just tools of evil — their “logic,” their “law.”
Always hunt for moments of clear sight. Break the pen.
Form communities, brigades — together draw
A flow of gifted energies to free your men.

Don’t let the Reasonable be turned to beast;
Fight while you still breathe — resist the final fall.
Take intuition as ally — there Knowledge feast,
Not oblivion — the custom scum install.

In Consciousness the only real is Unity —
Divisions are but small and mean.
All pseudo-science filth is Satan’s mutiny,
A rotten craft to keep us trapped and green.

We rot inside the Satanic machine.
Smash the rotten system — break its iron jaw!
There’s no more urgent task on this ravaged scene —
Fight the World’s Supreme Evil — fight it raw!



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Break the black-and-white — seize the shades between,
Gather Reason, Spirit, Will — reclaim the scene.
Smash the rotten law, burn the liars’ throne —
Rise, fight, unite — reclaim the home.



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Cheerful Fool

The cheerful fool reeks of illusion —
And the crowd runs after his tune.
A fiery critic — full of allusion
To misery. He hounds you soon,

If bright, or just bowed in solitude,
Since no one hears, the scab of lies
Settles thick, a festering brood,
Right in plain sight before our eyes.

If the cheer’s in mainstream parade,
The fool receives that scab in spade.
Thus the smart are tortured by deceit,
While dullards feast like manna sweet.

The bastards who rule all this must need
A furious storm of lies to feed:
Better than tanks, than guns, the press
Works conquest, Earth’s obedience to bless.

Critic shouts: “Slavery!” — Press: “Freedom!!!”
What more do vermin want to make it true?
Heresy, memes, and jests, the kingdom
Of liars, fooling the pitiful few.



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Fools chase the lies the crowd obeys,
Smart souls see through the vile malaise.
Press guns of fiction, lies as canon fired —
Resist, awaken — let the truth be inspired.



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The Fool’s Supreme Value in the Surrounding Mire

Simplify down to the Hour
Of the Surrounding Mire —>
Then IDIOCY —>
Followed by genocide, fascist fire.

Simplify down to the Skin —>
And fools believed the “terrible virus” spin.
Idiots crushed entirely —
The vermin’s work in TV sin.

But first you must dull their minds,
Simplify all that can be simplified,
So they may torment at will,
And in the end, the Spirit crushed and vilified.

And the Final Hour arrives,
For the rabbit hole already dives
Deep: obedience of the fool
Carved in by vermin, dark and cruel.

The vermin are dangerous, yes,
But worse is the wretched fool’s distress:
The hordes of Satan here,
Sons of a stupid homeland, near.

Ruling idiots — the method clear
To rot the world, spread fear:
More effective than any war,
Fools are valuable for the gore.



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Fools simplified, the Spirit crushed,
The vermin feast while reason’s hushed.
Idiot armies fuel the mire —
Resist, ignite, let truth inspire.



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Shit and Oil

I’ve read a lot of poems earlier —
All “soft themes,” their lines sincere.
If so, then much of it is false,
Excised only by the fervent psycho’s pulse.

Of course, back then the censors
Always chopped what dared oppose
The frail “culture,” meek and tender,
Where man meant little, as one knows.

In reality, as beacon in words,
Some light you never quite discern.
Tar in a bucket, rags in the sack,
Not ink — yet suddenly you’ll learn

To pierce someone with fervent “blackness,”
And they’ll awaken in Hell’s fire,
Calling “life” a foul mistake,
Or drudging through delirium’s mire.

Without the first step — “Where am I?” —
No path is possible, no door.
Draw tar with courage from the pail,
As a CORRESPONDENCE to the Shit you bore.



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Grab the tar, pierce the lies,
Wake the damned from their disguise.
Foulness speaks — so do not cower,
Truth ignites in darkest hour.



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“Brave New World”

They’ve stopped giving links to sites,
Now it’s all Telegram feeds!
Everyone’s sunk to primitives,
When the VIEWER’s a slandered brute indeed.

Though adaptive layouts exist,
Handy for mobiles, neat and clean,
A site for an idiot’s not so simple,
The fool wants only a templated scene.

All clips, no reading left to learn.
Digital censorship rules the land:
Suddenly trapped in a concentration camp,
Where a thinking head is banned.

CowID test sphere launched for all,
The herd prepared to endure it well.
A brave new world, like paradise,
Where Spirit and Reason go to hell.

They showed us with a muzzle’s glare,
Three-quarters of the herd are fools.
We’ve fallen so low, there’s no repair,
SOS today — Salvation for the Tools.



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Links are gone, the herd obeys,
Spirit dies in digital haze.
Fools run rampant — wake or fall,
Brave New World, the end of all.



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Life’s Path

You start out cheerful, foolish:
Childhood in the ass — disaster!
Grow wiser, half a corpse now,
A full harmonious work comes never.

The vermin’s genocide rolls in,
Wave after wave — nine on the scale.
CowID proved it all — yet who cares?
The crowd doesn’t need harmony anyway.

Tangled traffic on the crooked path
Occupies fools chasing “happiness” —
No time to think. Once again
The inhuman youth is lifted up
To the “distant path” — to bark and serve.

You start out cheerful, “clever”
In the World of Light. But he
Who carries lies, fear, templates for “thought”
Will never reach it — sees nothing,
Only crumbs of his own.



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Start out bright, yet half-dead still,
Fools rush paths, bound by herd’s will.
Rise, see through lies — reach the Light,
Fight, or perish in endless night.



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Envy

Envy gnaws and multiplies
The storm of madness in your mind.
It can destroy the Soul inside,
Along with fear, with rage entwined.

And fill the twisted vessel tight
With lies so thick, no hope remains:
They scare with might, they lie outright,
No mercy in their wicked games.

For envious hearts they built
A pyramid of fools so grand.
“Above” the lies were always skilled —
Falsehood stronger than any hand.

Detachment, sharp-eyed critique —
No faith, no envy, none at all.
You see the cycle, chaos, freak,
Where death to reason waits to call.

Invert the world, insane, decayed,
All differences are swept away.
If thought survives, it will invade
The void where soulless shadows play.

For soulless, it no longer matters
Where in the pyramid you’re stuck.
Think, fight, with courage that shatters
Evil’s grasp — or you’re out of luck.



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Envy burns, the mind corrodes,
Fight the lies, the pyramid of fools.
Stand with courage, strike at evil’s codes —
Or fall, enslaved by soulless rules.



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Methodological Questions of Fighting Monsters

“He who fights with monsters must take care
Not to become a monster himself.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche


To fight the monsters —
Must one become a beast?
Strength and nobility
Cannot break the devil’s feast,

Unless fortified with
A Spirit pure and true.
Yet pitfalls wait along the way —
To kill a monster is hard to do.

Its roots have grown inside of you,
Malignant seeds within your soul.
If you forget the Fire that burns all,
Existence itself will take its toll.

Now life is as it is —
The monsters hold the ball:
Become a dung-fly! —
Baal awaits it all.

If you do not fight,
Your Soul won’t be saved in Hell.
Burn the abominations down —
Or you are lost as well!



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Fight the monsters, guard your flame,
Or evil will consume your name.
Strike the beasts, let the Fire roar —
Or your Soul is lost forevermore.



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Flight to NOWHERE

“Once again I fly Moscow–Odessa —
The plane won’t let me take off.
And there she goes, all in blue, the stewardess like a princess,
Reliable as the whole civilian fleet.”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, Moscow–Odessa, 1967


Well, then — AGAIN I WON’T FLY
“Moscow — Pearl Odessa.”
To Moscow? No way — I’d pay for my verse!
To Odessa too — there’s barely room,
Where to hide from bombs? Better to fly
To the Heavenly Executioner, or maybe fall,
(World’s upside-down), and tell him straight:
“Don’t let more vermin loose here,
Who believe in crap, who’d kill their brothers for money,
Always ready — the rest means nothing to them!..”



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Flight denied, the world’s a mess,
Bombs, fools, and greed coalesce.
Tell the Executioner above:
Stop the vermin — save what’s love.



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The Land of Pioneers

The Land of Pioneers —
The people ready for all.
Just a glimpse of trinkets —
And Spirit, Mind in beasts will fall.

The Land of Pioneers,
Or a world itself, so small?
Mammon’s “mysteries” appear
Right on schedule — heed the call.

For essence there is CARNIVORY:
Any filth will grow,
If greed and sellout mentality
Take root, the rest will follow.

The Land of Pioneers
So swiftly drifts to FASCISM!..
A bit of lies, a little hysteria —
And all descend in unison.

The Land of Pioneers
Unites in this alone —
Boundless submission
To BEASTS, fully grown.

The burden of the wise,
Impossible to recount.
A world of half-wits,
Where Conscience and Honor
Lie forgotten, and “countries”
Exist as myths, long spent.
Savage fascism reigns,
The rest — just cinema’s event.



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Pioneers’ land, where minds decay,
Greed and lies lead all astray.
Resist, or sink with soulless throng —
Fight the fascist current strong.



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Black PR

Black soot of PR
Covers the obedient world.
And Darkness cares not for profit —
By lies, all minds it’ll curl.

Corruption of the soul —
Beasts’ eternal trade.
Don’t rush to heed the vermin,
Or your mind will quickly fade.

Don’t submit too fast —
Your soul they’ll buy and sell.
The world drowns in blackened lies —
Very few think well.

Half-truths and deception —
Best tools to crush the mind.
A stupid sheep will follow
The simplest advice it finds.

And those advices are clear —
Give all for “safety” claimed.
Safe are only crosses
On graves — there truth is named.

Only the wise can see.
The sheep march straight to slaughter.
The method’s always lies —
The beasts need more, no other.



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Black lies choke the world’s bright spark,
Sheep march blind into the dark.
Resist the beasts, protect your mind —
Or in their shadows you’ll be blind.



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Recklessness and No Head

Reckless, headless — only so
Strive to create, to dare.
Earth’s valley isn’t ours, you know —
A cage, not made for living there.

Only rot. Resistance, too,
And artistry — the same:
Those who halt decay a few
Shall strike at the rot, reclaim.

Crucify yourself, arise,
In striving upward, drawn, inspired.
Demons rage — their rule a lie —
Awake, if you’ve not yet inquired,

That you’re in Hell, even young,
Turn on intuition’s flame.
All is poisoned, lies unsung,
Chaos rampant, none to blame.

This chaos everywhere is planned —
All contrived, all tight, all bound.
If honest, desperate, take a stand —
Expose Bedlam all around.

This heat’s a wedge that strikes with wedge,
To break this Hell, as it’s due:
They burn with lies, the lies will smudge
The Earth’s madhouse, scorched by truth.



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Headless, reckless — strike the flame,
Expose the lies, ignite the game.
Burn the madhouse, free the mind —
Earth’s cage of falsehoods left behind.



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Rows of Fools

In ordered lines the beasts advance
Under CowID’s grim command.
All Reason slain, no second chance —
The mind reduced to burning sand.

Where remnants linger, hardest fight
Is waged with Darkness, tooth and nail.
At end of clash, no spark, no light —
Nothing survives the shadow’s veil.

Soon reigns total lawlessness,
New CowID will spread its dread.
The remnants left will face the stress,
As idiots follow lies instead.

Soon it will crush them utterly,
The plan is simple, plain, and vile:
Multiply the fear, the lie,
This beast rules with a cursed smile.

A world enslaved by cunning wretch,
Genocide in every land.
The fools consigned to camp and stretch —
Earth’s fate slips from our hands.



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Beasts march under CowID’s might,
Reason crushed, the fools in fright.
Lies and fear will rule the day —
The world in chains, the mind decayed.



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Independent Thought

When Einstein was asked how he records his thoughts,
He said they come so rarely, remembering them is easy.


You can think in small sparks —
Beyond that, only nonsense spins:
Processing that trivial muck
Which circles fools in endless grins.

Nonsense presses in from early childhood —
Memory stuffed, the mind runs thin:
This beastly, foolproof trick
To crush the Reason, drag it in.

So guard each fleeting moment bright
Of free thought — rare, fresh, alive.
Drive off the muck that crowds your sight,
Rush to think, and reason will survive.

Bit by bit, rebuild the mind:
The path is hard, the world is dumb.
It’s unlikely to grasp all at once —
The void of lies and forgetfulness is plumb.

This muck is lies, half-truths, “science”
Serving brazen falsehoods, snuffing Spirit.
In false religions, vile creatures
Serve only greed, no merit.

Intuition is the guiding tool —
Restore your Reason, multiply critique.
Multifaceted lies are our inheritance,
And battle-ready, lies strike oblique.

CowID displayed this starkly clear —
Everywhere, fools to be deceived:
Any rot can be shoved in here.
Reason resists — rebellion conceived.

The Spirit guides through instinct to Light,
Thought follows second, serving its might:
Thus you’ll avoid deceit and delirium,
Already the synonym of the human mind.



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Fight the Muck

Drive out the lies, ignite your mind,
Fools rule the world, but Reason you’ll find.
Spirit guides, Thought obeys —
Break the chains, and burn the haze.



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Rage Against the Lies

Smash the filth, crush the fools,
Their empire of lies — our fire fuels.
Spirit leads where Thought must go,
Strike the deceit, let the falsehoods blow!

Chains of cowards, lies so wide,
We rise with Reason, cast them aside.
No more slaves to the blind parade,
Burn the false, let the Light invade!



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Smash the Lies!
Fools kneel, the false fall fast —
Spirit rises, chains are past!



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Rise, Spirit!
Fools rot in lies, truth strikes back!



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Burn the Lies!
Smash the fools—let Spirit roar!



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The Extensiveness of Primitiveness

The width expands,
The depth grows coarse,
In minds hang weights,
Souls cut off, no force.

Extensiveness gone mad,
Subtlety trapped and chained.
All buried in lies,
Pseudo-science reigns.

Fake religions murky,
Gross, they’ve worn us down.
Extensiveness grows monstrous,
Spreading terror ‘round.

Lies and fear are pumped,
Reason crushed by strain.
Dullards scurry in their holes,
Stupidity’s domain.

But the World’s Concentration Camp
Will soon replace their lair:
Extensiveness on the banner,
Heartlessness its snare.

Life in Spirit burns intense—
All else, mere deceit.
Everything else leads to ruin—
The world reduced to remnants, beat.



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Extensive Madness

Souls cut off, minds weighed down,
Lies reign fierce, the world’s a clown.
Spirit burns—everything else decays,
Crush the fools, ignite the blaze!



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The Tyranny of False Depth

Depths made coarse, the breadth expands,
Spirit severed by soulless hands.
Falsehoods reign where minds should grow,
Extensive voids, the lies overflow.

Fear and fraud press hard, unrelenting,
Reason crushed, the weak repenting.
World’s prison rising, hearts confined,
Soullessness the banner, chaos enshrined.

But in the Spirit, life burns bright—
All else is shadow, lost to blight.
Grasp the spark, defy the rot,
Rise above the void, burn the blot.



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Void Overthrown

Souls severed, lies abound,
Fools bow where chaos is crowned.
Spirit flames—let shadows burn,
Rise, revolt, let falsehoods turn!



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Burn the Lies

Fools kneel, lies reign—ignite the flame!
Rise, O Spirit, crush their shameless game!



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Extinguish the Fools

Lies choke the world—smash the herd!
Spirit strike back—let none be spared!



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Fury of the Spirit

Fools suffocate in lies and rot,
But Spirit rises—burns the blot.
Chains may bind the body tight,
Yet Light persists, defies the night.

In currents deep where shadows play,
Discern the truth, keep doubts at bay.
Strike through the veil, let Darkness quake—
Your soul alone, no beast can take.



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Spirit’s Strike

Fools drown in lies, the rot runs deep—
The Spirit rages, never sleeps.
Chains may bind, but Light will strike,
Darkness shatters at your spike.



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Awake the Light

Chains of lies will never bind,
Strike with Spirit, clear your mind.
Darkness falls when truth you find.



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Smash the Lies

Rise, you Spirit, break their chains!
Dark deceivers bleed in vain.
Strike with truth — their reign is slain!



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Smash the Lies

Awake, O Spirit! Tear their chains!
The world is drowned in twisted veins.
Dark deceivers spread their reign,
But truth will strike, and none remain.

The blind obey, the fools take heed,
Fed on lies, on filth they feed.
Yet through the chaos, fire, and greed,
Your will is sharp — let falsehood bleed!

The tyrants build their pit of shame,
And call it order, call it “game.”
But lightning from your soul’s bright flame
Will burn their darkness into flame.

Stand tall, strike hard, and do not yield,
The battlefield is Spirit’s field.
Their towers crumble, their plots unsealed,
While Light, your Light, becomes the shield.



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Strike the Lies

Awake, O Spirit! Break the chains!
Fools obey while Darkness reigns.
Your Light will burn their twisted schemes —
Shatter the world, reclaim your dreams!



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Light’s Wrath

Fools bow, the Darkness feeds —
Your Spirit burns, destroys their weeds!



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Infernal Reckoning

Darkness thrives on fools who kneel —
Strike with Spirit, make them feel!



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Extensiveness of Primitiveness

The breadth expands, the depth grows coarse,
In minds, heavy weights, in souls, no force.
Extensiveness off the scale,
Sensitivity trapped, it fails.

All is buried under lies —
Pseudoscience on the throne, despise.
Pseudo-religions cloud the sight,
Their monstrous reach infects the night.

Lies and fear keep pressing on,
Killing Reason, dulling the dawn.
Fools retreat to their darkened dens,
While the World’s Concentration Camp ascends.

Extensiveness waves its flag high,
Soullessness its goal, as life goes by.
Life is intensive only in Spirit’s flame —
Everything else is ruin, only remains of the game.



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Primitiveness Unleashed

Breadth swells, depth rots,
Souls crushed, the mind forgot.
Lies throne, fools drown,
Extensiveness rules — the world goes down!



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Extensiveness of Primitiveness

Breadth expands, depth decays,
Weights crush the mind in endless haze.
Souls severed, the spirit’s gone,
Lies on the throne, the fools march on.

False sciences reign, corrupt and vile,
Deceit and fear pile mile on mile.
Pseudo-religions cloud the sight,
Extensiveness thrives, snuffing the light.

The world a concentration of holes,
Soullessness flagged as the ultimate goal.
Life intense in Spirit alone,
All else crumbles, leaving ruins of bone.



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Primal Extent

Depth decays, the mind crushed flat,
Souls severed—lies wear the crown.
Spirit burns alone—rest is rot,
Extensiveness reigns, the world goes down.



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Extremity of Rot

Souls crushed, minds drowned in lies—
Extensiveness reigns, the Spirit dies.



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Extremity of Rot

Lies crush the mind, the Spirit bleeds—
Extensiveness devours all creeds!



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1. Spread of Filth
Depths dulled, the soul in chains,
Lies reign, and Truth wanes.

2. Rot Unbound
Primal rot expands its reign,
Spirit crushed beneath the bane.



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Blind Spot in Consciousness

So much sheer nonsense spreads,
And subtler nonsense, too;
Yet even more unseen threads—
That’s why it rages through.

It grows into a blind spot,
Where consciousness ends its fight;
On that stage another lot—
Wildness takes the place of light.

That wildness—so abundant!
Listen to no one here;
All is rotten, all redundant,
All is vile, all unclear.

Step boldly INWARD, answers
Wait where the blind spot is small;
It only grazes what dances
Slightly in the mind’s hall.

Untouched by evil’s nonsense,
And free of spots, none remain;
Hence the world turned foul, immense,
And consciousness drifts insane.

The key is in the madness’ might:
If small, there’s still a chance;
Though harm is still in sight,
You can steer the mind’s advance.

The work is intricate, profound;
Intuition lends its hand,
While critical thought’s the ground
To burn this feeble, barren land.



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Blind Spot Strike

Blind spot grows, the mind decays,
Nonsense rules, the spirit strays.
Step inside, ignite the spark—
Burn the dark, reclaim your heart.



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1. Mind’s Blind Spot
Blind spot festers, nonsense thrives,
In your head, the falsehood drives.
Strike within, tear out the blight—
Light the mind, restore the sight.

2. Nonsense Invasion
Nonsense thick, the mind undone,
Blind spot grows, the work’s begun.
Intuition strikes the chain—
Burn the rot, reclaim your brain.

3. Ignite the Inner Eye
Blind spot spreads, the darkness reigns,
Step inside and break the chains.
Critical fire, intuition’s sword,
Cut the rot—restore the Lord.



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Blind Spot Strike

Blind spot festers—kill the lie!
Nonsense reigns, but you won’t die.
Dive inside, tear the rot apart,
Strike with mind, ignite your heart!

No mercy for the creeping filth,
No rest for that deceiver’s kith.
Intuition slashes, critical fire,
Burn the blind spot—rise up higher!



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Blind Spot!
Dive inside—tear the rot!
Strike with mind, burn the blind!



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Blind spot spreads, the mind decays,
Strike within—cut the haze!

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Rot grows, the blind spot reigns,
Burn the filth—break the chains!

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Where thought ends, the blind spot thrives,
Pierce inside—save your lives!



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Blind spot in the mind expands,
Filth and madness clog the lands.
Strike within, where truth is small,
Burn the rot, destroy it all!

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Where the mind grows dark and blind,
Only ruin waits to find.
Dive inside, cut through the lies,
Shatter shadows, clear your skies!

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Blinding spot, the mind’s decay,
Madness creeping every way.
Face it bold, let insight fight,
Scorch the filth and bring the light!



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Blind spot festers, mind in chains,
Madness floods, the soul it stains.
Dive inside, strike fast, strike true,
Burn the rot — let light break through!

Filth surrounds, the lies are thick,
Cut the blind spot — act, be quick!
Shadows scream, the weak collapse,
Scorch the chaos — mind unwraps!



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Blind spot rots — strike deep, strike fast!
Burn the lies, let the light last.
Madness flees when mind takes aim —
Shatter the rot, reclaim your flame!



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Blind spot festers — strike it down!
Mind aflame, reclaim your crown!



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Blind spot spreads — a plague within,
Choke the lies, burn out the sin!
Consciousness fights, claws through the grime,
Strike, rebel — reclaim lost time!



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Blind Spot in Consciousness

So much plain nonsense crowds the mind,
So much subtle, hard to find;
And much unseen — the wildest kind,
A beast that reason can’t unbind.

It grows into a spreading spot,
A blind one — consciousness stops short;
And in its place, the wildness trots,
A savage plague in thought’s own court.

So much of this — beware, don’t heed,
All here corrupts, all here misleads.
Step boldly inward — there’s the seed,
A spark to counter all misdeeds.

If the blind spot’s small, the fight’s not lost,
Though damage done is far from glossed.
The work is tough, the cost is high,
Yet intuition lifts the eye.

Critical thought, the sharpest blade,
To burn the weakness that was laid.
Through inner strength, through insight’s light,
You wrest the mind from endless night.



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Blind Spot Strike

A blind spot grows — the mind decays,
Step inside — ignite the blaze!
Burn the weak, the rot, the lies,
Consciousness will again arise.



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Blind Spot
Burn the rot — reclaim your mind!



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1.
Blind spot festers — strike it down!

2.
Where blindness grows, the mind decays — fight!

3.
Rot in thought, lies in bloom — purge it!



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Rot of "New Technologies"

Windows wants to gather
Fingerprints… How low they’ve fallen!
A vile, cursed mess
Rules the world, all fools believing.

Under free cheese,
The fool’s almost dead.
Ready to bow to filth,
Old ways anew, new rot,

Worship the creatures,
Addicted to decay —
In the wholly lying Mari,
The flood of lies grows.

A snowy avalanche of falsehood
Turns the simple-minded
Into beasts,
Who once were ordinary.

This is the state of those
Accustomed to Evil,
The corrupt scum.
Through rot, a concentration camp

Is built by vile hands:
A red cross on the flag —
"One life only…"
But the beast does not live,

It rots in rot.
No mine can fool
The crowd — it is deformed already.



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Rot Strikes

Windows claws for fingerprints,
Fools bow to old and new filth.
Lies avalanche, beasts are made—
Rot rules, the crowd is lost.

Red cross waves, one life claimed,
But the beast rots in its own decay.
No mine, no trap can save
Those who’ve drunk the world’s poison.



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Rot Reigns

Fools bow, filth spreads,
Beasts made from lies—
Crowd rots, world decays.



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Decay of Tech

Windows crave your prints,
The herd bows to filth,
Lies breed beasts, the world rots.



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Rot of New Tech

Fingers tracked, Windows preys,
The herd kneels, in filth it stays.
Lies avalanche, the stupid reign,
Beasts are born from human pain.

Old rot bows to new decay,
Worship grime in full display.
Falsehood grows, a crushing heap,
Turns the foolish into sheep.

Concentration camp of lies,
Red cross waves where freedom dies.
No life thrives in rotting guise,
Only the blind obey, despise.



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Rot of New Tech

Windows tracks, the herd obeys,
Filth and lies consume their days.
Stupidity reigns — the world decays.



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Rot of New Tech

Windows grabs your prints, enslaves the mind,
Filth commands the world — the fools fall blind.
Lies pile high, and reason’s left behind.



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Rot of New Technologies

Windows craves your fingerprints,
Collects them all… How low we’ve sunk!
This vile crap controls the world,
And every fool believes its funk.

Under free cheese, the fool’s nearly dead,
Ready to bow to filth anew,
To worship old, corrupted ways,
And praise the rot of something new.

Filth-hungry creatures prostrate themselves,
In a sea of lies that flows like mud.
Falsehood grows here like an avalanche,
Turning once-normal folks to crud.

Those used to evil know the score,
The sellouts thrive in this decay.
Through this rot, a Concentration Camp
Is built by scum — red cross on display.

“Only once we live,” they cry in vain,
But cattle rot, they never thrive.
A mine won’t trick the fools enough —
They’re already lost while still alive.



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Rot of New Tech

Fools bow to filth, the world decays,
Lies avalanche, devouring days.
Rot rules the herd, the scum’s delight —
Only the blind worship the night.



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Rot of New Tech

Fools kneel to filth, the herd obeys,
Lies reign, and reason rots away.



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Tech Rot

Filth commands, the weak submit,
Truth crushed, and minds unfit.