28 poems

Psychoviruses

Legions of sell-out, corrupted deceivers
March the nations to chaos and war.
It may look like a joke of dark schemers —
But the psy-viruses strike us far more.

They don’t blast with the steel of a cannon,
They assault the awareness, the mind:
Turn a neighbor to hostile, inhuman,
Make him foe where a friend you should find.

Crowd behavior’s their favorite study —
Just to bend, to enslave, to control.
They implant psycho-viruses crudely —
Cheaper far than the slaughter of all.

Take that “super-chain” lie they created,
Like a virus of sheep for the herd:
It’s a cage for the brain, suffocated,
It’s the murder of thought by a word.

And the simpler ones lead us to nothing,
Steal attention from matters that burn.
Through the ages, the sub-human bluffing
Keeps the masses too blind to discern.

Few survive such attacks of infection —
Most are crippled in spirit and head.
Like a wheel, the illusion’s direction
Spins us faster, on lies we are fed.

But unlike the strong squirrel’s endurance,
We grow weaker — with stress, with disease.
Cattle-minds bow in blind reassurance,
While psychoviruses spread as they please.

Break away from their global deceptions,
Find the living, the strong, and unite.
Only truth is the final protection —
Else you’ll perish, a lunatic wight.

Soon the “states” — every fake institution —
Will collapse with their liars inside.
Dragged from holes, their last grim execution:
On the Red Cross they’ll hang crucified.



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1.
Psychoviruses bite through the brain —
Chains of cattle, obedience, pain.

2.
Truth is banned, but the virus commands —
Crowds collapse in the liars’ hands.

3.
Not by guns — by illusions they kill,
Twist your mind and enslave your will.

4.
Break their lies or be buried alive —
Only truth lets a spirit survive.



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1.
Smash the lies — or die as a slave!

2.
Kill the virus — or dig your own grave!



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Western “Psychology”

“How illusions lure — they spare us pain
and trade the hurt for hollow gain.”
— Sigmund Freud


Like fixing wheels on a deadass donkey,
polish it up, make the goods look wonky —
That’s how they market “knowledge” neat,
dress rotten truth in a smiling sheet.

A cosmetic blush — then smear the sores
with filth and paste the old wounds o’er,
until the beast is dull and tame,
a blunt, dead ass — the perfect aim.

Stubborn must the donkey be —
so he’ll pay the toll and bend the knee.
We’ll fit him jaws and ears, contrived,
so he will listen — be connived

to swallow every pretty lie,
and think he’s reached a heaven-high.
With that fabricated bite and sound
he’ll maul the neighbors all around.

Such asses will the weak expunge,
the surplus mouths they’ll quickly sponge.
We’ll bolt the wheels and rig the reins
to cut away those useless chains.

We’ll point a fake-disease regime
— a camp to purge the gullible dream.
Needles, vials: it’s “sanity”
to poison off the dull-born throng,

rather than wage a world-wide war
with slaughter, fire and global gore.
Those asses earn no better fate —
their heads are broken, minds too late.

We craft the catastrophe: the mass
is dumbed down by the themes we pass —
our “talmud” lessons, curriculum’s art,
designed to stupefy from the start.

We curate school-books, steer the play,
so children act this farce from day-1 of their days.
All this — in other words — is plain:
the slow, mechanical genocide.

We are the sarcoma, inward spread;
by it the Mind lies dead.



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1.
Dead donkeys crowned with “wisdom” hats —
This is their science: breeding rats.

2.
They drug the mind, they farm the weak —
Genocide masked as “truth” they speak.

3.
Not war, but schooling kills the head —
Illusions rule — the spirit’s dead.

4.
Their “psychology” is rot and fraud —
It slays the mind, it spits on God.



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1. Kill the lie — or the lie kills you.
2. Their “science” is genocide.
3. Psychovirus = death of mind.
4. Break the spell — or rot as cattle.



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1. Smash the lie — save the mind!
2. Burn the fraud — rise alive!
3. Break their chains — breathe as Man!
4. Kill the virus — claim the Light!



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1. Tear down the lie — or be torn apart!
2. No mercy for frauds — the mind is our sword!
3. Burn their thrones of rot and fear!
4. Rise, or be trampled like cattle in chains!



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1. Smash!
2. Burn!
3. Rise!
4. Break!
5. Kill!
6. Fight!



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1.
Smash! Burn!
Break! Turn!
Rise! Fight!
Claim the Light!

2.
Kill! Crush!
Strike! Rush!
Stand! Roar!
Mind — no more a whore!

3.
Smash the lie!
Fight or die!
Burn the chains!
Rise again!



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Rise! Smash! Burn!
Break the chains — take back the mind!



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Trojans

A psychovirus — a Trojan seed:
nonsense hammered in from childhood days.
Zombified mobs of every fake-state breed
feed on these tricks, and fall in their plays.

Propaganda needs no counter-voice —
it’s theatre: staged, rehearsed, and run.
If some cracked fool in the “party” rejoices,
that theme must spread — no stopping, none.

And “parties” dine from one dark purse,
to flood the mind with rubbish, to tame.
So all those bastards bow and curse —
obedient scum that answer to name.

False politicians — a queasy show,
a circus for the last, deluded pawns,
for whom any filth will neatly go
into the box of “good” or “wrong” at dawns.

Always sell the sex — make sales seductive;
and shout “Success!” — a stench in bloom.
That “success” is dung, false and productive,
it breeds the rot that eats minds to the tomb.

Forge a fake self-image; make them praise
the shallow masks the market feeds.
Those fools will worship in a daze,
while conscience dies and purses breed.

Push the blackened stories everywhere —
“kindness” won’t sell, so toss it out.
Entertain, devour, and hawk despair;
that commerce is their primal, sinful clout.

Everything is lying through and through —
psy;terror aims, in purpose plain:
to turn us into beasts, a filthy stew,
a heap that only fire should stain.



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Trojans feed on minds — they sell our souls.
Success is dung; false heroes play the roles.
Break the stage, burn the mask — reclaim the light.



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Truth-Lovers

Only poets, bloggers, writers,
The lonely, persecuted few,
Speak the truth. Not traitors are lacking —
Evil is hidden, but always in view.

Evil slithers into our souls, a slick beast,
Lies become the common, daily feast.
The inhuman thrive where Darkness grows,
Though these scum remain hidden, no one knows.

The lashes of lies whip us raw,
Streams of falsehood strike like a law.
But do not tremble, stand your ground,
Let your defiance be the sound.

Relentlessly expose each lie,
Multiply truth — let Darkness cry.
Let despair accompany your fight —
It marks the path that’s truly right.

Only in struggle comes enlightenment’s flame,
Unyielding will is the warrior’s claim.
Above all — RESISTANCE, hold it high,
Only the spirit-strong can reach the sky.

The lashes of lies whip us raw,
Streams of falsehood strike like a law.
But do not tremble, stand your ground,
Let your defiance be the sound.

Relentlessly expose each lie,
Multiply truth — let Darkness cry.



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1.
Expose the lies!
Multiply the truth!
Strike the Darkness!
Stand unbowed!

2.
Lies lash, but we endure —
Truth is our sword, resistance pure.

3.
Defy the evil!
Hold the flame!
Resist, persist —
Remember your name!

4.
Whip the lies!
Raise the light!
Fight with spirit,
Unyielding might!



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Resist! Expose! Multiply the Truth!



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Nonsense

Across the world, all people know
Nothing but nonsense, shallow and low.
The inhuman breed it, feed the filth,
Fostering rot with secretive guilt.

Here, for centuries, censorship reigns,
Artists are hunted, honor wanes.
Only shoddy work wears the crown,
A nauseous smoke of lies drifts down.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.

In tiny print, the Spirit’s sparks
Reach a few, to light the dark.
But vile types make the fools shiver,
Thrill in the fear that lies deliver.

Scum on stage, in cinema’s glare,
These are elites, foul beyond repair.
Each proud of treachery’s embrace,
Filth on filth, a vile disgrace.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.

In the internet’s filthy heap
Falsehoods crawl, the lies run deep.
Stand firm if you seek what’s true,
To dig through lies, the brave pursue.

Feed in foulness, reap the wrath,
Sifting waste — a hellish path.
Only teachings of Spirit guide
The wise, to keep their soul inside.

The battle with Evil rages on,
Nonsense fails where the fight is drawn.
The vile will perish, rot in their den,
If you stay true, defend the ken.

La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.



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1.
The Earth drowns in lies —
Rise, expose, destroy the lies!

2.
Nonsense reigns, but we fight back —
Spirit sharp, we cut the black.

3.
Dig through lies, find the spark,
Shine the truth into the dark.

4.
Filth will rot, the faithful rise,
Truth survives where evil dies.



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Rise! Expose! Destroy the Lies!



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Bleating

The DEVIL of nature replaced
By “laws” of the net imposed.
Freaks now march toward the end —
The path of ruin fully closed.

Behind the web — vivisection,
Behind the lies — a genocide.
“Heavenly inspection” burns
All this Shame that men have plied.

For the Spirit’s decomposition,
For the betrayal of the Roots,
For NON-THINKING — the bleating
Of sheep, the donkeys’ brutes.



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Bleating of fools — we strike!
Expose the lies, burn the shame!
Break the herd, reclaim the mind!
The Spirit survives — unbound, unchained!



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“Understanding”

Understanding, even in verse,
Here is almost impossible to reach:
Many have become outright fools,
And are used to being fed pure screech!

Rotting nonsense in concrete jungles,
Savages there — both fierce and dull.
Speak the truth — they roast on coals:
Chiefs and shamans are always cruel.

Rude, brazen, vile, relentless,
Nauseating, trapped, a hopeless scene.
TOTAL LIES rule with no repentance —
Turning men to beasts, soon all obscene.



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Feed no fools with lies!
Expose the rot, strike the cruel!
Truth alone survives the jungle!
Break the herd, reclaim the mind!



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Veterinary Carrion

All those cops who served the fascist hosts —
In these unreal times it's time to pardon most.
They saved their skins; they served for pay and prey —
To crawl for coin is lower than the sewer's way.

Many know the score, yet for a full note's price
They'll syringe obedient sheep, roll the dice.
We must review the punishments anew —
Reprimand and lash the traitors, not the few.

Traitors swarm — it's work, a practiced trade.
So some might even win rewards they've made.
The madness loops — the World of Fools is plain;
It’s time to burn it down again — wipe out the stain.



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Flocks

Sheep go “baa!”
All lambs “maa!”
The dogs bark “woof!”
The shepherd is truth.

The master — a fiend:
The flock rejoices, keen,
All set — for slaughter’s ploy.
Only the DEVIL stands with you…



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Sheep bleat! Dogs bark!
The flock obeys — all for the slaughter!
Only the Devil stands with you!



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Pseudo;Science

They shaved their fees on DDT — the scum, the bought degrees,
“Proved harmless, proved effective” — their papers full of grease.
Those “scientists,” those beasts — they answered with a grin:
They propped the whole foundation up on lies and sin.

The buyer pays in liver, kidneys, genes that fail and rot,
A poisoned toll still paid — the cost counted, cold and hot.
The vermin now rehearse new scenes upon that sordid stage,
Their chorus of deceit performs — the theater of rage.

Now false viruses wear fascist vogue — they’ll “justify” each burp
Of wicked devils’ offal, every filthy, piousurp.
Their task — to blast the brain away, to clear the sane and free,
To brand the docile, gullible as cattle, dumb as we.



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Quack “science” sells the poison — scum in lab coats cheer.
They trade our brains for profit; we pay in blood and fear.
Expose the fraud, burn the stage — reclaim the mind, stand clear.