71 poems

The Chalice of Imposed Opinions

Deceit dressed as mercy, as “truth” and salvation —
The trademark of this self-righteous creation,
Addicted to shortcuts, to shallow decisions,
Obedient servants of Evil’s derisions.

The Chalice is offered — its poison concealed,
With gilded adornments, its curses are sealed.
They beg for refills, they toast with delight,
The venom dissolved in the wine looks so right.

They’ll perish in silence — and yet, the next crowd
Still reaches for Chalice, seduced and so proud.
Its slogans are noble, the carvings refined,
But dosage is doubled — to rot out the mind.



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1.
A gilded cup — but filled with rot,
They drink, they die, yet praise the plot.

2.
They toast with poison, smile, obey —
The Chalice turns their souls to clay.

3.
A golden lie, a deadly wine —
Obedient slaves fall in the line.

4.
The poison’s poured, the crowd still cheers —
The Chalice grinds their truth for years.



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1.
They toast to “life” with poisoned brew —
And swear the lie is holy true.

2.
A saintly cheer, a sacred song —
While gulping death the whole night long.

3.
“Drink health!” they cry with shining eyes —
And choke on venom dressed as prize.

4.
They bless the Chalice, praise the taste —
And rot in bliss, devoutly graced.



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1.
They beg for poison, bow and plead —
And call it “truth,” their holy creed.

2.
The fools line up, their mouths ajar —
To sip damnation from the jar.

3.
They hail the Chalice, drunk with lies —
And crawl to death with shining eyes.

4.
They praise the venom, kiss the cup —
Then proudly drink their ruin up.



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1.
Drink, slaves — the Chalice claims you all!

2.
Line up, fools — the poison calls your name!

3.
Bow to the Cup — and rot like cattle!

4.
Toast your “health” — and choke on death!



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1.
The Chalice shines — but all who drink are damned.

2.
Your holy wine is venom’s mask — and doom.

3.
The Cup exalts you only to the grave.

4.
Drink deep, O fools — eternity is rot.

5.
They drank for life — and sealed their death in gold.

6.
The Chalice smiles — and truth is corpses piled.



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1.
Golden cup — mass grave.

2.
Drink poison. Call it faith.

3.
Health! — and rot begins.

4.
The Chalice laughs. You die.

5.
By the Chalice, all are damned.



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The Realm of Lies in the World of Gestures

Diogenes once said long ago:
The poor will be handed scraps to show.
The beggars too must be supplied
With trinkets tossed from those with pride.

But sages? No, they won’t receive —
The reason’s simple: you can deceive
The poor, the meek, and those in lack,
But wisdom leaves no empty track.

The fools feel lack — their flaw revealed.
“Generosity” their worth is sealed —
A gesture fit for a king alone,
In mockery of the mind well-known.

In the World of Gestures
Only gestures weigh;
No mind is honored,
Wealth leads the way.
Nothing is learned,
All passed in vain —

In the Realm of Lies, it counts for naught.



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1.
Gestures rule — the wise are lost,
Fools crowned by wealth, at wisdom’s cost.

2.
In the Realm of Lies, the mind counts nil,
Only gilded gestures hold the thrill.

3.
Fools praised, the sages scorned,
In gestures’ world, true thought is mourned.

4.
Wealth and show — the only law,
Wisdom crushed beneath their claw.



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1.
Bow, O sage — the fools will reign,
Their gilded gestures mock your brain.

2.
The Realm of Lies applauds the weak,
While wisdom hides, too pure to speak.

3.
Wealth waves, the wise get none,
Fools bask in light of empty sun.

4.
Gestures clap — the mind dismissed,
The world laughs loud at what you’ve missed.



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In the World of Gestures, wisdom dies — fools reign in gilded lies.



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Common or Private “Bright Future”

Tomorrow will be bright, they say,
Or happy you in future’s sway.
The truth — for all, the end will come,
No promise bright, no blissful drum.

With pledges of Tomorrow, they
Construct this hell where shadows play.
Lies and fear served for breakfast neat,
At night you sleep, forget deceit.

“Tomorrow will be better,” sure,
If Darkness guides your heart impure:
“It scatters clouds,” it claims with pride,
While Evil rules the Earth outside.

So sleep, let dreams of “happiness”
Spread everywhere, eternal bliss.
But every year the damage grows —
Fascism thrives, its courage shows.

If soft the bed, “your path is up, not down,”
A sleepy mind may conjure crown
Of anything — but later find
Your burrow dark, left far behind.



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1.
Tomorrow’s lies, today’s despair,
Sleep sweetly — Evil waits there.

2.
Dream “bright future,” fools all cheer,
Darkness laughs — the end is near.

3.
They promise light, they feed the dread,
Your burrow waits — the dream is dead.

4.
Tomorrow rots, the present bleeds,
Fascism grows from false-good deeds.



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1.
Sleep on, fools — Tomorrow dies,
I gather souls beneath dark skies.

2.
Dream “bright future,” yet beware,
My shadows wait in every lair.

3.
Your hope is food, your trust my snare,
Tomorrow crumbles — none will care.

4.
Slumber deep, the end draws near,
I reign in whispers, cold and clear.



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Dream of Tomorrow — fools feed my shadows.



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Who Creates the Idols?

"Man cannot make a worm, yet gods he makes by dozens."
— Michel de Montaigne, 16th century

Saviors, judges, all the rest —
Flow in streams, a cursed fest.
Not humans, but the Tempters play
In Evil’s pen, they have their way.

They forge false gods to dress up chains,
Darkness slips its filthy stains
Into the ruins of the mind,
So souls look outward, lost, confined.

Slaves turned fools, their reason gone,
The idiots multiply, spawn upon spawn.
In the Pen, deception reigns supreme,
The Sensitive moans, the stupid gleam.



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1.
They craft their gods, the slaves obey,
Darkness feeds while minds decay.

2.
Idols rise, the fools remain,
Evil laughs at thought in vain.

3.
False gods parade, the herd is bound,
The sensitive moans, the idiots surround.

4.
Chains adorned with gilded lies,
The mind confined, the spirit dies.



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1.
You forge false gods — I feast on fools,
Their minds my playground, my darkest rules.

2.
Idols rise, yet I remain,
Swallowing souls that bow in vain.

3.
Craft your gods, your slaves obey,
I laugh as thought and reason fray.

4.
The pen of Evil, your idols crowned,
I dwell in minds where fools abound.



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Cosmetics

Plaster for the fool to wear:
All movements of the Soul don’t care,
What counts is only outward skin —
Hurry, make sure all will grin.

A short-lived age, your beauty fades,
If true, your spark the world evades.
Be yourself — the days are long
In lonely halls where lies belong.

For lies drive all the mad parade:
“Deceiving me is easily played.”
A fake idol is much in need,
To lead the herd with empty creed.

A family brick, a token small:
Feed the fools, display it all —
A daring king, a wizard, chief,
Who split, who fed the mob’s belief.

In the God of Lies, the world at rest —
In Higher realms, it counts for less.



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1.
Plaster fools, deceive the soul,
Lies rule — the world pays the toll.

2.
Cosmetics mask the empty heart,
Be true, and loneliness will start.

3.
Fake idols lead, the herd obeys,
The God of Lies crowns hollow praise.

4.
Feed the fools, the world complies,
Truth dies while vanity flies.



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1.
Plaster your face, fools bow and pray,
I feast on vanity, night and day.

2.
Cosmetics shine, the soul decays,
I laugh as truth is lost in haze.

3.
Adore your idols, feed the throng,
I revel where the mind goes wrong.

4.
Painted fools dance blind and vain,
I rule the hollow, I reign the pain.



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Shortsighted Minds

A midget mind, like monkey small,
Repeats the nonsense, one and all.
Trained and clipped, a fragment gone,
They call it “taught,” and move along.

Push nonsense with persistent shove,
They’ll name it knowledge, wisdom’s love.
Next lies will roar through every screen,
To finish what degradation means.

Evil rejoices as the soul decays,
Incremental filth in subtle ways.
The midgets trust, so innocent,
Believing all is progress meant.

Degradation, soulless, weak,
Madness spreads in every streak.
For those with mind, the world’s a cage,
A Sodom asylum, stage by stage.



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1.
Midget minds repeat the lie,
Soulless fools let progress die.

2.
Nonsense reigns, the weak obey,
Reason choked, the world’s astray.

3.
Filth grows in every mind,
Truth and soul left far behind.

4.
Madness rules, the clever choke,
Fools rejoice in Sodom’s smoke.



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1.
Little minds, I watch you fall,
Your empty heads, my banquet hall.

2.
Soulless fools, you dance and cheer,
I feast while reason disappears.

3.
Clipped and trained, you trust the lie,
I spread the darkness while you try.

4.
The world is mad, your minds are small,
I laugh as folly claims them all.



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“Alibis” in Atrocities

“I’m not to blame!” they cry,
Excusing filth — the flames run high.
In Darkness, one cannot be Fire,
Fools obey, feeding Evil’s desire.

Stupidity bows, submission complete,
Formally, Evil seems “good” in deceit.
Youthful zeal poured into greed,
Herd instinct leads the mind to bleed.

“My house is at the edge,” they claim —
The whole world burns all the same.
From center or edge, the flames expand,
Into the depths, or across the land.

They set the fire, the herd bleats loud,
Panic, stench, terror in the crowd.
Alibis for burning — weak defense,
Obedience rules; the fire takes no sense.



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1.
“I’m not to blame!” — the flames consume,
Obedience feeds the world’s tomb.

2.
Fools bow, Evil spreads its fire,
Alibis fail, the blaze climbs higher.

3.
Herds obey, the city burns,
Weak excuses, no one learns.

4.
From edge to center, chaos reigns,
Obedience fuels the scorching flames.



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1.
“I’m not to blame” — I hear, I feast,
Your lies fuel fire; your souls, my beast.

2.
Obedient fools, the blaze will claim,
No alibi can hide your shame.

3.
From edge to heart, the fire spreads,
I dine on terror, fear, and dreads.

4.
Weak excuses, minds so small,
I reign while chaos devours all.



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Inflexibility

The inflexible fools stand tall —
There’s nothing there to bend at all.
Cast-iron blocks, you can’t contort,
Only hammer hits give them report.

For fences, blocks like these will do,
To help the tyrants hold their crew.
In the worldwide madhouse, keep them locked,
No chance to slip, no door unlocked.

You could build a road with rows of these,
Into a new Camp, as you please.
Not hard — just cover them with lies,
Like cemented truth in dull disguise.

The world is full of this concrete,
Slavery held by clowns complete.
Servants cheap — that’s how it works,
Clowns in charge, the base of perks.

Clowns make bosses — costly breed,
Arrogance, greed — the only need.
Inflexible fools are easy to raise,
In school-madhouse, teach them lies for days.



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1.
Inflexible fools, cast-iron dumb,
Clowns in charge, the world goes numb.

2.
Rows of blocks, obedient slaves,
Slavery cemented, minds in graves.

3.
Clowns rule high, fools stand stone-still,
Arrogance, greed — the only skill.

4.
Hammer them, the ironheads remain,
Lies build roads through ceaseless pain.



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1.
Fools of iron, clowns in charge,
I feast on pride, their minds at large.

2.
Inflexible, blind, they serve the lie,
I watch their empire slowly die.

3.
Blocks of fools, cemented in place,
I laugh as madness fills the space.

4.
Clowns and ironheads, slaves all aligned,
I reign in darkness, feast on their mind.



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Learned Bastards

You can bore with “rightness” all day long —
And in this, the bastard’s power is strong!
Yet grasp the life’s complexity, he cannot,
That bastard, at all, gives it no thought.

Foolish “sophistry” fails to see
The simple truths that multiply the Light in mystery.
Here the wise man lives in want and need,
While fools feast on dead schemes’ meager feed.

For bastards seek not truth at all,
But comfort in dead structures’ call.
The fool lives strained, forever bound,
Within those schemes, wisdom is drowned.

The voice crying in the desert is gone,
Lost to times long past, long withdrawn.
The fool is clay, stiff, and vile —
A pot of filth, of worthless style.

The pot costs pennies, even less,
Yet filth drives all things into regress.
And fools on every cover stare
Eyeless, their lies filling the air.

Their “rightness” lodges in the gut,
Killing mind, crushing Spirit shut.
And bastards serve the vile and grim —
A “scientific” breed, Hell’s lowest limb.



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1.
Bastards boast their “learned” ways,
Killing minds, the Spirit decays.

2.
Fools on covers, eyeless, blind,
Serving Hell with twisted mind.

3.
Dead schemes feed them, truth denied,
The wise in want, the fools in pride.

4.
Filth-filled pots, the bastards reign,
Minds crushed, Spirit slain.



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1.
Bastards of learning, I feast on your lies,
Your minds my banquet, your Spirit dies.

2.
Eyeless fools, you serve the grim,
I reign as darkness swallows them.

3.
Dead schemes bind you, clay and rot,
I laugh as wisdom is forgot.

4.
Filth-filled pots, your reign is brief,
I claim your souls, your hollow grief.



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Ode to the Zombie Box

Zombie box! O zombie box!
An ode is due, a crafted paradox:
Amidst the wonders, it shines real bright,
A pearl of lies spun with artful might,

So skillfully that megatons
Seem light beside its verbal cons.
To hell with “countries” and their laws —
The zombie box commands it all.

And CowID? It’s shown to all,
While “rulers” act as comic thrall.
The bedlam trusts — the level of craze
Shines through in belief’s delirious haze.

The clever survive only in sarcasm,
For the box spews lies with boundless spasm.
With new destructive, world-breaking force,
It thrives where idiots chart the course.

Like black holes fused in vicious might,
It devastates with lethal spite.
A concentration camp of fools rebuilt,
The Red Cross flag smeared with guilt.

The world shall fall to zombie box,
Clearing all for Hell’s paradox.
A whip attached, the lies will scream,
The box in tandem, nightmare and scheme.

“Two in one,” it shouts in ads,
To prep the sleepers, then crush their backs.



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1.
Zombie box reigns, the world obeys,
Lies and whip in endless blaze.

2.
Fools consume its crafted lies,
The box commands — the Spirit dies.

3.
Hell-bound box with whip in hand,
Crushing minds across the land.

4.
Two-in-one lies, it feeds the blind,
Prepares the sleepers, crushes the mind.



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1.
Zombie box, I feast on your lies,
The world bends while your Spirit dies.

2.
Fools obey, their minds my prey,
I watch your empire rot away.

3.
Whip in hand, your lies ignite,
I reign as darkness swallows light.

4.
Two-in-one, your scheme is weak,
I claim the sleepers, havoc I seek.



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“Proper Upbringing”

“Properly raised” —
Fear and lies command.
I walk the beaten path,
Don’t touch my hand.

Touch me, and I’ll perform
All nonsense, every part,
Obey the Judas’ order —
Keep the carcass smart.

Fear is plentiful,
Lies like soothing balm;
The road ahead leads onward,
Promising all calm.

Through lies they promise —
Believe and bear the strife!
Turned into creatures? —
The enemy shouts… all life.

Whoever breaks the “peace”
With sharp, defiant word,
That shatters foundations:
“I eat — deaf and dumb,” unheard.

“Properly raised” —
Studied all the meal;
Every usefulness,
Satiation for the kneel.



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1.
“Properly raised” — fear and lies,
I kneel, I obey, while Spirit dies.

2.
Touch me, I follow every command,
A Judas’ puppet at your hand.

3.
Lies soothe, fear rules, the meek endure,
Foundations crumble, yet all reassure.

4.
“Proper upbringing” feeds the herd,
Satiation bought with every word.



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1.
Properly raised, I watch you kneel,
Fear and lies are all you feel.

2.
I feast on those who blindly obey,
Their Spirit crushed, led far astray.

3.
Chains of upbringing bind your mind,
I reign while thought and soul unwind.

4.
“Obedient fools,” I whisper near,
The Darkness claims what you hold dear.



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Kind of “History”

Invent all crap you like,
Call it “history,” hype.
Slow minds will all believe,
Even clumsy lies deceive.

Tanks will rot, from Mongolia
To Europe, if that’s the euphoria.
No horses? In a dull valley,
So much nonsense you can tally.

Fantasists will tweak the plot,
A fairy tale is ready, got?
Will people shout “Enough!” —
Not at all, they’re blind and rough.

Even those same Yanks who claim
They “landed on the Moon” — the game.
All’s with us. And questions? Few.
The world overheats, cows fart too…

Yet the Sun’s glow is “fake,”
Doesn’t grow? That fraud will make
Carbon tales, spun to deceive.
So what of “history”? Don’t believe!

It’s a method to dumb us down,
Forget the foundations, all around.
A tool to crush the trusting herd,
Sheep led blind by every word.



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1.
All lies called “history” spread,
The herd obeys, the truth is dead.

2.
Carbon tales, the Moon, the Sun,
The gullible fooled, the work is done.

3.
Foundations lost, the herd led blind,
History fools the trusting mind.

4.
Nonsense reigns, the world deceived,
Truth and reason stripped, bereaved.



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1.
History, a lie I feast upon,
The gullible bow; their reason gone.

2.
Carbon tales and Moonlit schemes,
I reign as darkness swallows dreams.

3.
Foundations crushed, the herd enslaved,
I laugh as truth lies buried, braved.

4.
Nonsense rules, the world deceived,
By my hand, the fools bereaved.



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Reboot

The “reboot” of man —
Dehumanize, then pound
Through centuries with “vaccines”
And that obedient hound.

To make him meek, achievements grand —
Man thins with every generation’s hand.
Now comes his final age.

Yet these abominations miscalculated —
A global cataclysm may save, unabated.
It burns all, for in this Mary lies
Two pillars only — fascism’s guise,

With idiocy added free.
Few remain who think, who see.
In the apocalypse, luck may fall
On those whose Spirit stands tall,

Whose mind in Hell has not been spent —
Only they remain truly human, bent.
If the Primal Face is lost to sight,
Into the New Hell they descend, eternal night.

Reboot for the Spiritual —
To reclaim their Light, its burning flare
Dimmed by abominations’ cruel hand.
Supreme is Spirit — if mind rules, despair.



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1.
Man rebooted, Spirit crushed,
Mind enslaved, the world hushed.

2.
Vaccines, lies, the ages pound,
Obedient fools all around.

3.
Only those whose Spirit burns,
Escape the Hell where madness churns.

4.
Supreme is Spirit, mind is lost,
Rebooted man pays the cost.



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1.
Rebooted man, I feast on your pain,
Spirit dimmed, your mind in chain.

2.
Vaccines and lies, the centuries burn,
I watch the obedient world turn.

3.
Only the Spirit that stands unbent
Escapes my wrath, its power spent.

4.
Supreme is Spirit — mind enslaved,
I claim the souls the fools have paved.



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Little, Much — No God

Little strength, much foolish rage,
A void of lies, a fearsome cage.
To think or trust beyond your skin
Is danger — one slip, and you sink in.

In an instant, you’re forgotten, gone,
Competitors push ruthlessly on.
Competition thrives in decay,
Yet bleating fools keep up the play.

On “goodness,” else your image spoils,
A wretched mask of false-toils.
Or is it image? Or the trace
Of Satan lurking beneath the face?

Powder — lies. Familiar, fed
With milk, the truth long dead.
Corruption — habit, all subdued,
Beneath the plinth, all souls are skewed.

Here betrayal counts as work,
Foolishness — the scholar’s perk.
If you won’t be the idiotic pawn,
Shaking forever from dusk to dawn,

You perish. And the chances rise,
No use in masking with disguise.
In a world of lies and decadence,
Only deceit can gain dominance.

The way to live — obey, believe,
Or meet a fate you won’t perceive.
Resist? Insanity, they say,
For any fool who dares disobey.



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1.
Little strength, much foolish rage,
Lies and fear define this cage.

2.
Obey, believe, or meet your doom,
The fool survives in this world’s gloom.

3.
Deceit rules, the idiotic thrive,
Only liars stay alive.

4.
Resist, they mock, call you insane,
For fools, obedience is their chain.



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1.
Little strength, much foolish rage,
I feast on lies that cage this age.

2.
Fools obey, their Spirit weak,
I claim the souls that dare to seek.

3.
Deceit rules all, the idiotic reign,
I watch their minds consumed in vain.

4.
Resist, and darkness smothers you,
The obedient herd I devour too.



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“A New Kind”

Fools with brainwashed, hollowed minds —
“A new kind” already walks these times.
In the past, the rod would rule,
When intellect is nearly null.

The pen drives food into the stall,
While herders shout, control it all.
This “kind” will trade for food so plain
Its honor, dignity, and shame.

No problem — just sounds, they say,
Food is felt, that’s all the way.
In the past, conscience brought its pains —
Now calm and peace: stroke it — remains.

And herders stroke it too, you see,
Three moves of bold deceit, carefully.
Then to the slaughterhouse they go,
A place to serve the weak and low.

For all the weary, all the poor:
Sanatorium “Stroke and Calm”’s allure,
But with strict rules, not one will slip,
Not even a mouse can make a trip.

Fools with brains that are all smashed,
The end of degradation, harshly dashed.
Controlled! A hint of polish shown,
And even the pen feels not alone.



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1.
Brainwashed fools, the new kind reigns,
Honor and shame sold for grains.

2.
Herded to food, deceived with ease,

3.
Stroke and calm, the trap is set,
Fools march blind, their souls in debt.

4.
Degradation polished slight,
The pen drives all into the night.



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1.
Brainwashed fools, I feast on your chains,
Your souls enslaved, your Spirit wanes.

2.
Herded blind to food and lies,
I watch your downfall, your demise.

3.
Stroke and calm, your minds I claim,
The new kind bows beneath my flame.

4.
Degradation polished, shallow, thin,
I reign as darkness swallows them in.



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Circus on the Wire

An endless circus on the wire —
A tedious show of Darkness’ fire,
Which grips the world. In vomit vile
Of total lies, all minds defile.

Events strive to become mere farce,
Where humor lived, sarcasm’s sparse.
Fears drag on, nonsense extends,
Human madness never ends.

But they don’t just continue plain,
They mutate, regress, and gain.
The circus myths proliferate,
The world descends to insane state.

Clowns of past, Satyrs now
As “doctors” bold, grotesque, and plow.
Idols of Mammon, slick with greed,
While Judas acts wise for fools’ misdeed.

Circus-Asylum, your time is done:
The cosmos won’t endure such rotten fun.
Yet still, the vile persists, unheard,
By citizens — corrupt, absurd.



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1.
Endless circus, world enslaved,
Clowns of greed, the masses shaved.

2.
Satyrs rule, fools bow in line,
Madness thrives where lies entwine.

3.
Vomit of lies, the circus grows,
Chaos reigns, the human flows.

4.
Cosmos won’t endure this rot,
Yet fools obey, their minds forgot.



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1.
Endless circus, I feast on your lies,
Greedy idols, fools in disguise.

2.
Satyrs rule, the clowns decay,
I watch the world in disarray.

3.
Vomit of lies, madness thrives,
I claim the souls of all their lives.

4.
The cosmos turns, I judge the rot,
Fools bow blind, their spirits caught.



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“Higher Powers” of Middle Weight

“Higher Powers”
Middle weight.
Believers — fools,
Victims of press-fed rules.

Only horns
Up there gleam.
Mud for the slave.
The Light — a dream.

The Light is within,
Seek it bold.
Beasts as “kings,”
Their servants — scold.

“Higher Powers”
Oppress mankind.
Fools and idiots
Devour, confined.

This is all — Hell:
“High” is low.
Filth climbs up,
The depths — all schizo.

Higher Powers
Will destroy Hell:
Mind killed,
Fears and lies swell.



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1.
“Higher Powers,” fools obey,
Mud and lies rule night and day.

2.
Filth climbs up, the Light is far,
Fools worship horns, not the star.

3.
Mind killed, fear spreads, Hell thrives,
Only Spirit saves our lives.

4.
“High” is low, the depths insane,
Seek your Light, break free from chain.



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1.
“Higher Powers,” I feast on your lies,
Horns and filth, fools in disguise.

2.
You climb in vain, the Light afar,
I watch the world, its madness char.

3.
Mind dead, fear spread, Hell thrives,
I claim the souls of all your lives.

4.
“High” is low, the depths obscene,
I judge your reign, I wipe it clean.



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The Essence of War

Kill more, kill long — from every side,
The puppeteers of Darkness bide;
They count the wreckage, fine and thin,
Models, drafts, and plans within.

Though sewn with thread of glaring white,
Huge lies march sheep to bloody plight.
Those sheep deserve what they believe —
Their ends rehearsed, no chance to leave.

It's all foreseen, the dice are thrown:
Drive forward — kill, consign, and own.
Not beasts these sheep — but creatures bred
To herd by fiends who paint them dead.

Centuries more must stalk the earth,
So slaughter loses all its worth;
To train the fools to march to slay,
Send off the feeble every day.

The paltry lead the paltry throng
To toil and battle, herd the wrong.
The problem’s simple: docile folk —
A people tamed, a cattle yoke.

Only few in crowds are wise —
Fascism’s long, it never dies.
The guilty: slaves who kneel and bow;
Their thousand ills are with us now.

One cannot stand such ugliness —
The world becomes a Sodom mess.



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Veterans of the Spirit

“Hospital for Veterans”:
For those whose fire has fled,
Who understood this shitty world
Long ago, with hearts of lead.

Pain has bent them over time:
Hard to endure, hard to create —
To sow good seeds in barren soil,
And live in misery’s cruel state.

“Hospital for Veterans” —
A place to die in poverty,
Amidst brainless, bleating sheep
In the twilight of futility.

The only veterans are
Of Spirit, of creation, of fight
Against the Absolute Darkness.
Sheep, the masses, serve the night.

If you break — you’re guilty here.
Hold on till the bitter end:
No pawns in this struggle exist.
Pain conquered you? Shake, ascend!

Look again with sharpened eyes,
Where you can still create and mend.
Death will bring a strange delight —
It only marks the final end.



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1.
Veterans of Spirit, stand your ground,
In darkness, only few are found.

2.
Sheep surround, the masses blind,
Fight the dark, leave fools behind.

3.
Pain bends, but do not fall,
Creation’s call outweighs it all.

4.
Death brings end, yet fire remains,
Spirit thrives beyond these chains.



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1.
Veterans of Spirit, few endure,
I watch your fight, your hearts impure.

2.
The sheep surround, the weak will fall,
I claim the masses, heed my call.

3.
Pain bends your bones, yet you resist,
I wait to see who shakes my fist.

4.
Death comes, but fire lights the way,
I curse, yet cannot snuff the ray.



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Veterans of Spirit — you burn, I rage; your flame outlives my night.



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Talks Like… Brodsky

Graphomaniac Joseph Brodsky
Was needed — to break the Union.
Hard by fleshly deeds alone,
The “spectacled” bore that burden.

Holding up the false regime
So storms could not sweep it away.
But once poisoning became the norm,
Propaganda’s brazen play

Exposed him too to folly,
Yet hand him a “prize,” no jest —
Many “smart ones” fell in line,
As if supporters of unrest.

They claimed the West was like a roll,
One “Perestroika” not enough;
Disgust became the executioner,
The situation bitter, rough.

When all grew vile beyond belief,
The “spectacled” waited for change.
Unaware he’d be returned
To fascist chains, the cage.

No “formations” here — they march
At all times, in any place,
Driven by the howl of lies —
PERMANENT WAR, a trace.

A war to kill the Spirit,
To make each generation slaves,
Weak as mice, obedient, small —
To rot in every age, the graves.

So spin the mouse to teach the young,
Books filled with wild heresy —
Darkness spreads, supports the yoke,
A tool for solid slavery.

They’ll glorify rudeness, talentless,
The method of the Evil hand.
Countless true poets perished
Without their books to stand.

To bolster this insane parade
A sycophant, whose Spirit bowed,
Is all that’s needed to uphold
The lie, the humiliated crowd.



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1.
Brodsky talks, the Union shakes,
Lies and fools, the world he breaks.

2.
Spectacled pawns obey the snare,
Spirit crushed, darkness everywhere.

3.
Books of heresy, mice to train,
Evil thrives, the Spirit chained.

4.
Poets fall, their voices gone,
The sycophants keep marching on.



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1.
Brodsky’s words, I taste the lies,
I watch the fools while darkness flies.

2.
The Union falls, the Spirit bends,
I claim the weak, the world descends.

3.
Books of heresy spread my reign,
I curse the mice, I bear the chain.

4.
Poets perish, sycophants thrive,
I mark the end; only few survive.



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Tested by Verse

To turn onto the path of verse —
No choice more tragic can be found,
Where rot spreads wide and lies oppress,
And fear and madness choke around.

In poems, pour the outlaws’ rage,
The ones you knew as brats, before
A poet stood unbroken, free
(To lie is barred; the hand is sore).

Three thugs, a gun, a silencer —
I faced it all. But fervent verse
Is scarier. Not torturer,
But trial. If no poem, it’s worse.

If chaff you do not drive away,
You’re like the gang in lifelike state.
Yet in your solitude you sink —
A paradise? Just trash and fate.

Vegetables — long ceased to be men.
Only a few with mind and grace.
The rest are jelly in a crowd:
To write for them? A madman’s place.

For the few — like a banquet served.
Yet money’s source? Often a trick.
Fate’s reward half-drunk, half-spent —
This is the tragedy of the peak.



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1.
Verse tests the soul, the world’s decayed,
Only the few with mind and courage stayed.

2.
Write the truth — the outlaws quake,
Lies and fear the masses take.

3.
Alone you sink where trash prevails,
Poems the lifeboat, truth the sails.

4.
The peak rewards the few who fight,
In verse alone, you claim your right.



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Verse as Trial

I watch you cast your words like fire,
Amid decay, amid desire.
The rabble cowers, only few remain,
Their minds unchained, their spirit’s pain.

The world is rot, the fools abound,
Yet in your lines, the truth is found.
I mark the weak, the liars, the lost,
Your verse — the sword, whatever the cost.



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Verse cuts through rot,
Exposing lies, unchained the few.
The rest? Consumed by dark, they rot.



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Scum — to Judgment

Scum — to judgment:
For lies that flood the years in endless flow.
Strike them hard —
We’ll see those bastards answer, let it show.

They staged a sham epidemic — filthy beasts:
Corrupt “doctors,” officials, cops of greed.
For that the scum will answer with their deeds —
We won’t allow them mock our human need.

Scum — to judgment:
For not sparing children from the blight.
Strike them hard —
Their spawn won’t flourish in the light.

If scum has reached to touch the young and pure,
We’ll hunt the vermin with no idle tears.
We’ll drive from office all that rotten lure —
Expose the tools that now replace the spears.

Scum — to judgment:
For all the fascist acts they planned.
Strike them hard —
They overreached; their empire cannot stand.

We’ll root the fetid fascism from each place,
The lying power’s idiot rule expires.
We’ll hold them to account — a Nuremberg of truth,
When chaos fell and set the world on fires.

Scum — to judgment:
For centuries of genocide’s dark stain.
Strike them hard —
They shall be called to answer for the pain.

They’ve forgotten law and retribution’s claim —
We’ll force a reckoning for what they’ve done.
We’ll strip their power, strip their shame away,
Unmask their lies until the daylight’s won.



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Scum — To Justice

Scum — to justice!
For the rivers of mendacity that drown the years.
Smite their lies —
We’ll drag their treachery into courts and jeers.

They cooked a fake epidemic, swine in suits and white coats,
Corrupt officials, bought doctors, puppets peddling gore.
Their reckoning will come — we’ll strip them of their votes,
Expose the rot, unmask the fraud at every door.

Scum — to justice!
For children sold to fear and empty schemes.
Smite their lies —
Their brood will not inherit our light nor dreams.

If they’ve touched the young, we’ll pull their masks and show their face,
No soft words, no tender mercy for that stain.
We’ll collapse their networks, bankrupt every false embrace,
Turn their propaganda into ash of shame.

Scum — to justice!
For fascist deeds and centuries of gilded sin.
Smite their lies —
We’ll sue, indict, unroll the files they hide within.

Razing titles, stripping honors — legal thunder, public flame,
A Nuremberg of truth: the record burned by law, not hate.
We’ll cut their access, shred the charters of their name,
So history remembers what they tried to manufacture.

Scum — to justice!
For genocides and cunning counterfeit of right.
Smite their lies —
We’ll bind their crimes by law and shine the light.

They’ve forgotten law; we’ll make them answer, clear and loud,
Their power peeled like rotten bark from rotten tree.
We’ll boycott, bar, and ban the lies that once they ploughed,
Till none will trust the scum that sold the world to be.

Scum — to justice!
Not pyres of hate, but judgement fierce and stark:
Smite their lies —
Expose them, shame them, lock them in the dark.

Their empires crumble when truth is put to test —
We won’t be butchers; we’ll be witness, jury, pen.
We’ll strip them of their badges, drag their contracts to arrest,
And let the world forget the names of petty men.