98 poems

Kingdom of Crooked Mirrors

A perverted world’s reflection —
Built a Camp from that disease.
That’s the grandest of deceptions,
And the trap — without the cheese.

In this Camp — refined enslavement,
Sticky threads, invisible chains.
Treachery thrives, and debasement —
They’ll kill you for pocket change.

“Education” makes you humble,
Kills all thought, all spark, all fire.
Pseudo-science makes the stumble
Of the dead and the blind entire.

Only fools would take for learning
All their dogmas sold as fact —
While religion’s filth is burning
Spirit-Freedom in attack.

Man is Spirit — Mind and Power,
Not some tamed and fearful rat.
But the idiot in his tower
Calls his cage a throne — imagine that!

Fear and “survival” — for the craven,
Not for Humans with a mind.
That’s why they keep breeding raven
Lunatics of every kind.

Camp became an Asylum, truly —
Genocide has left its mark.
Joined with Sodom — what a cruelly
Perfect ruin, void and dark.

All of this — to History’s junkyard,
To the furnace — let it rot!
Nothing here deserves a graveyard:
Only stench, decay, and clot.

Now the Sun is stoking that fire —
To the heat the end requires.
Half a century past — that “Someone”
Pressed the button… and retired.



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Crooked Kingdom

Burn the lies, the Camp, the crown —
Let the false gods tumble down.
Truth ignites — the Sun ascends,
Crooked mirrors meet their ends.



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Final Blow

Camp of lies — to ash and dust!
Burn their thrones, betray their trust.
Truth returns — and none shall hide:
Crooked kings are crucified.



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Truth burns —
and rot returns.



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Burn — lie — fall — rot —
Truth strikes — red-hot.



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Here fell the reign of lies and chains —
The Sun rose up, and nothing remains.



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All burns — yet All is freed.
From ashes — pure Light breeds.



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Through fire the Spirit breaks,
Shattering all that fakes.
Beyond the smoke and cry —
The True Sun will not die.



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I burn —
but I return.



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You burn — yet never fade.
From your fire — worlds are made.



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I burn — yet I return.
You burn — yet never fade.
From my fire — from your gaze —
Worlds arise, and Light is made.



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I burn — I crush, I rise!
You burn — your lies despise!
From this fire, from this fight —
Worlds ignite in ruthless Light!



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Resonance and Decadence

A dozen metronomes, all out of tune,
Will very quickly sync their rune.
Pseudoscience can’t explain a thing,
It’s killed the subtle threads that bind all being.

Many metronomes
Fall into resonance.
In the world of humans-“gnomes” —
Only decadence.

Even the lifeless
Seems more alive!
If Evil is SUCH —
The vermin thrive.

Nothing strange in that:
The dead are everywhere.
A shitty metronome
Outmatches worms by far.

Humans-“gnomes”-worms,
Whose Spirit stinks —
Only the “first” counts:
The main loudmouth king.

And synchronization,
That flows through Nature all,
In a world of degradation —
In Hell of stupid stumps —

Doesn’t matter anymore:
The stump is rotten through.
Everything here is sold,
Betrayed, and lied to.

Now the inhuman
Takes up the uprooting,
Hell’s restructuring…
Strengthening its power.

If the stump submits,
Uprooting brings delight.
The path has long been paved —
Worked out by the vermin’s might.

If stumps and vermin thrive —
They’ll burn it all away.
The sensitive will rejoice —
No stump for them to stay.



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Metronomes align —
Gnomes decay, worms shine.
Stumps and vermin rule the land,
But the sensitive will stand.



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Stumps rot, vermin reign —
The awake will rise again.



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Metronomes hum, the Spirit wakes,
While stumps and vermin rot in their stakes.



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Clocks clash — stumps crack, worms crawl,
Spirit strikes — and smashes all!



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Stumps rot, worms rise —
Spirit strikes, death dies.



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Metronomes pulse — the Spirit fights,
Through stumps and worms, it claims the heights.



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Sensitivity

Since childhood, you felt — the world’s askew:
You must seek paths of rescue through the stew.
All is murky, vile, and foul,
Almost everything’s already gone.

If you’re sensitive — you cannot endure
The total Hell around; only scum mature.
This madhouse? Only fools, idiots, or knaves
Can bow their heads to its depraved ways.

Birds sing, the Sun shines bright —
Yet genocide? Who gives a fight?
Old tale… Even the keenest child
Won’t be fooled if their mind’s not defiled.

In Hell, the main goal is thought’s extinction.
Since youth, the hunt is for Reason’s eviction.
School? Just a furnace of minds,
Graduates emerge… idiots of all kinds.

It’s hard to find ways to struggle here,
Hard to grasp the LEVEL of lies so clear.
On the surface, calm — almost like swells,
But the truth of their “grace” is mirage that sells.

All are ostriches here. And this is no city,
Just a primitive, crude, stinking pit.
Heads replaced by butts; so deranged,
So terrified — the usual wretched.

Lies reign supreme — total, profound.
Corruption’s as sacred as “Our Father” sound.
Debilization spreads unchecked:
“Survival” law here is nothing but wreck.

Only fools don’t feel the Hell,
Only idiots whistle, laugh, and yell:
The world is ALWAYS under a FASCIST BEAST —
One dreaming of annihilating Spirit at least.

Those “skinless” here perish in packs,
Unable to SEEK or CREATE the tracks.
And here whistles — only cancer in drought,
To crush the last of false culture out.

Yet one comfort remains — Nature will purge
This rotten madhouse soon, and surge.
It needs no treacherous vermin’s hand,
The Sun will burn this universal wasteland.



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Sensitive souls feel Hell’s true sting,
While fools and vermin dance and sing.
Nature waits — the Sun will rise,
Burning lies beneath the skies.



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Fools rejoice, the Hell persists —
The Sun strikes back, the falseists miss.



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Fall into NOTHING

A great poet knows no shame
To bow before the mob’s acclaim.
Here hymns are sung to every fool
Only by those whose minds are cruel.

Love and friendship? Aliens here —
Mindless beasts form the mass, I fear.
These freaks forever drunk on vice,
Triumph of propaganda’s ice.

You must write for the chosen few —
Otherwise, your words go askew.
In the madhouse, fame won’t ignite,
So anger may fuel your night.

In poems, be what you desire,
Any theme you may acquire,
Grab the mob by the throat — beware!
Sweet flattery traps you in its snare.

Trapped by the crowd? Die on the block,
For Death is a poet’s truest rock,
When a mad world crumbles to dust.
Yield, and you’re hooked, betrayed, unjust.

Hook or block — a minor choice.
Hyperbole echoes every voice.
Yet lies, corrupt, form massive blight —
And soon it all will fall to NOTHING.



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The mob may cheer, the fools may reign,
But lies collapse, and all is vain.
Poet stands — though worlds go nil,
Soon everything will fall to STILL.



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Lies crumble, fools decay —
All falls to NOTHING, swept away.



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Cartoon

Dedicated to all born in a straitjacket,
And to those with self-importance and duty attached…

Born in a straitjacket,
You dream to leave the madhouse.
But books are poisoned — long-lived
Fear and lies rule the cattlehouse.

Not cattle? Then you must fight,
Perceive the world with your own mind.
Move cautiously — avoid the blight
Of mines of lies, of every kind.

But that lie can’t be avoided — wounds
You’ll earn in this relentless fight.
Everywhere, dumb, shitty genocide,
Stirred up with… dark arts of spite.

Filth, inhumanity, cults abound —
Kabbalistic chains tightly wound.
The horror is artificial — with a cartoon,
Like a schizoid’s mind it’s tightly wound.

Darker, more blurred the colors grow,
The plot more dreadful, more severe.
Masks and helmets — fools on show,
All idiots here. Rush nowhere near!

Everything moves toward a vile finale —
Schizoids descend into dementia.
Poets here do not churn out fairy tales —
No order was given by the madhouse agenda.

But here’s a twist — the filmstrip
The projector burns to the end.
The cartoon will not be finished by scum —
This madhouse is destined to bend.



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Born in chains, the fools remain,
Lies rule here, madness reigns.
But the film burns, the scum will fall —
The madhouse breaks, once and for all.



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Lies burn, fools crash —
Madhouse shatters in a flash.



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The madhouse falls — the Spirit wakes,
Through fire and lies, new worlds it makes.



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Scribbles and Pseudoscientific Crap

From a run, the naked beast
Plunges into canvas, paint released.
“Art” for an idiot, plain and clear —
The question’s simple, crystal near.

Scribbles thrive on creatures vile,
Testing depths of the human pile.
Has the people fallen? People? — Ha!
They’ll rot some more, that’s what they’ll do.

A corrupt critic loves only filth —
Hypes the fallen, pockets the wealth.
True daring, light, will mix with shit,
Cursed and crushed by the hypocrite.

Example Picasso: canvas, paints,
All the cost of that scribble, quaint.
Hype it — “Oh, how divine!” they cry:
Here, war on reason is declared to fly.

A war for mind, for soul as well,
Through vile intrusions, lies compel.
And in pseudoscience — rotten trash.
Believe it? Fool — you’ll crash.

Don’t believe! See with your own eye,
Know the world with your own mind.
Else you’ll become a filthy creep —
And creeps are what the vermin reap.



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Beast on canvas, fools applaud,
Truth crushed, lies all overawed.
See with your mind, resist the trap,
Or join the vermin’s wicked scrap.



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Dogmas

They bring us theory as a dogma,
Not one, but floods — the vermin lie.
Evidence? Already buried,
Only treachery and bribes apply.

The “scientists” — empty mouths —
Kept in check, all the time.
From these creatures come the blows
To consciousness — a crime,

Comparable to warfare,
A fourth world war’s despair.
The vile octopus of greed
Knows nothing of what is fair.

These bastards doomed their children too,
All jokes are over, nothing new.
Earth’s salvation takes one road:
Burn all the scum who’ve lied and goad.

So much falsehood, humans can’t survive,
Digital slavery poisons minds alive.
The Earth is wise; their science cheats,
Calling magma, stone, and nonsense feats.

Soon together, we’ll all descend,
To Hell for all the mindless end.



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Dogmas choke, the scum persist,
Truth burns bright — they cease, they twist.
Earth will rise, the liars fall,
Hell awaits the mindless thrall.



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So-Called Literature

Literature is no fool —
He who writes with blood will rule.
Though all culture’s penned in pens so tame,
Without your blood, you’re lost to fame.

They say these tales don’t sink or burn,
Their works in heaps — yet none discern.
Tons and tons, the world’s amassed,
But only those that serve the caste

Are lined by vermin — slaughtered mind,
Souls in streams, degraded, blind.
Chaff in rows — decay’s disguise
Masks the doom that never dies.

Doom is steered — the inhuman plots
Stretch across centuries, tying knots.
Vermin softly lay the straw —
In dreams, they toy with the fool’s flaw.

Yet this’s no dream, but lethargy,
The chaff thrives in this strategy.
Their “romance,” “nostalgia” — mere haze,
A lesson of the Spirit’s malaise.

When you stand in Spirit, all the chaff
Falls away like dandruff’s laugh.
But vermin need their cattle here —
The stupid herd loves the straw’s veneer.



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Blood writes truth — chaff decays,
Fools adore the straw they praise.
Vermin line the herd in vain,
Spirit breaks the mindless chain.



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Insane Excesses

The mind impoverished,
The soul laid bare —
How vile, how base, how perished:
Few are honest, yet noodles hang

By tons. And every day
The fools devour the display.
Tolerance for evil marks
The wretches and their shallow hearts.

The wise are few. Stupidity
Grows each year exponentially.
With it come fear, meanness, vice,
And the bribe-taking fool’s device.

The majority already succumb.
Yet the process deepens, dumbs.
Excesses mushroom, wild, insane,
Sprouting fast in every rain.

These excesses — pure lunacy.
Case in point: CowID.
Only in a half-mad world
Could such a thing be unfurled.

Once “AIDS” was trial-stone,
Another falsehood, fully grown.
Dignity seems slain for good,
Crushed beneath this rotten wood.



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Minds decay, souls torn apart,
Fools thrive, while virtue departs.
Excesses rise, insanity reigns,
Dignity crushed, truth in chains.



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Politics, or Poison in Artificial Honey

Too much poison, too little honey —
The result is pure, insane folly.
The sting of vile propaganda
Has poisoned all. The fantasy

Became reality. Reality
Fades away like a dream.
Too much poison — infernal quality,
Yet the fool devours the little cream.

Too many fools — so all is doomed.
Satan walks here, in God’s costume.
Soon they’ll shove the poison in the filth,
Teaching crowds to digest it with glee.

They’ll train the masses, always, for everything:
With brazen lies they’ll force, they’ll string.
Turn shit to persimmons, make the fools feast,
Digital tricks let deception increase.

Lying skillfully — how wretched they’ve grown!
Instill fear, call shit a sweet cone.
It’s easy to bend and destroy the mindless,
The idiots fall, weak and blindless.

A digital concentration camp, you say?
No — they’ll burn this Earthly madhouse away.
The fools? Justice deferred to later.
They miscalculated — Armageddon’s the waiter.

For now, we hide in our little holes,
Each one laced with poison, taking its toll.



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Poison swells, honey’s thin,
Fools devour the lies within.
Earth a madhouse, Armageddon near,
Each soul laced with venomous fear.




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Shifting Perception from Outside In

Misfortunes end with death,
Or with an even fouler Hell?
Trust the answers that arise within —
Not the priest, a sold-out, rotten shell,

Nor the false scholar, who turns “material”
Into deception, faith defiled.
Infernal rule governs both,
And fools believe the lies, beguiled.

Most of them cannot think at all,
Their cravings crush human essence.
Serving as models for the young,
They mislead from the path of presence.

See, the spark of creativity dies
If you march in step with the fool.
Spirituality is erased everywhere —
Even in false religions, the mob’s tool.

They swallow the ideology of scum,
And call the slave’s fate a search for joy
In a world where light and the true Path
Are measured by evil, cruel ploy.

The sensitive few may see the core:
Spirit above mind, striving to dispel
The Darkness, glimpsing deity,
Acting through God’s spark, within yourself.

Searching in clouds is poverty of mind —
Perception shifted into the slave.
Shifting from outside to within
Is the foundation of spiritual quest.

Seek the Light inside, break the chains
Within the mind, fight the Darkness first.
The more Light you hold,
It will always break outward,

Once all layers of nonsense
Disappear from thought, from the muck
Of ideas that always had
A second bottom since childhood.

Through this muck, critical thought
And intuition are slain.
Through their cyclic evil,
Inhuman forces battle the Spirit again.

So dare, or become a fool —
No alternatives exist:
Choice destroyed by Hell,
By deception, the prime imperative of evil.



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Shift perception, seek the Light,
Fight the Darkness, claim your sight.
Or march with fools, their lies obeyed —
Choice destroyed, the Spirit betrayed.



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Shift within, the Spirit fights,
Or darkness claims your mind’s own lights.



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The Spirit’s Light ignites within,
Piercing lies, dispelling sin.



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Insights

Lies take root deep in the brain —
Sclerosis spreads, a creeping stain:
The Spirit’s threads that guide the way
Are replaced with nonsense day by day.

Constantly, everywhere they lie,
Heresy keeps the world awry.
A few exceptions change not a thing,
Their strength too small against the grim.

The brain receives, it does not store —
The Spirit holds a vast reservoir.
All beyond the “physics of things” —
Drive away matter, let insight spring.

Seek the revelations that lie
Beyond the mind, beyond the eye.



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Lies root deep, the Spirit’s thread
Replaced with nonsense, truth misled.
Seek insight beyond the mind,
A finer vision, rare to find.



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A Memorial Non-Prayer

Let us remember the Twilight of Freedom
And the last cry of Truth,
Caught in the noose of fascism —
Madmen now endure its peak.

Their “own” ideas and aspirations,
Building a world-wide concentration camp —
The legacy of pitiful generations
Of blind obedience, a slave-state stamp.

Changing names, shifting forms,
Yet growing harsher on the mind:
“Good” and “truth” are mere fa;ades —
The world a vast, decayed Bedlam signed.

Surround it with barbed wire
In the “minds” — the Digital Camp is ready:
One slip, a bot-city cuts you off
From your “money,” precise and steady.

CowID showed it: two-thirds
Already ripe for this scheme;
The horned idol points at the rogue,
Muzzled, and its triumph extreme.

Spawn of Hell abound everywhere —
Modern rashism as example clear.
No place remains for the honest, wise —
Idiocy now the norm, the steer.

Yet the Sun shines ever brighter —
Nature rises, bristling in defiance.
The Earth sees humans grow more vile,
Slaves as plague-lice in her expanse.

Not only her depths, but Spirit too
Defiled by their insane chatter,
The burp of Satanism’s servants
Poisoning all with senseless clatter.

Time is short: retreat within, seek the Light,
So the Soul in Darkness does not fall,
Deceived by the Total Nonsense
That seeks to swallow all.



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Twilight dies, Truth’s last cry,
Fools enslaved beneath the lie.
Sun will blaze, the Earth will rise,
Soul must pierce the darkened skies.



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Flight into Inner Spaces toward the Fire

Walls, obstacles,
All fools in power —
Harming the Forces;
Clots, barriers
In the Heart, in the mind.

“Smart books”
Won’t help —
Nonsense for the weak.
Listen only to the Soul,
Closing your ears to lies,
Meeting the flame.

The Inner Flame —
The Heart is not stone.
For centuries the Spirit
Is crushed by fools:
Hordes of evil —
Vulgar, stubborn.

Inward, inevitably —
There lies change!
Outside all beaten down:
Old —> trough,
Again shattered.



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Inward we fly, toward the Fire,
Heart unstone, Spirit higher.
Fools may crush, the world may fall,
Within — the Flame will conquer all.



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Phantasmagoria

Fascists are not speakers.
Sharks turned to plankton,
Cursing “goodness” — the law
Sent harsh articles to genocide.

The traitor glorified
The Light of Truth,
Now works his deeds for gain,
Clever, strong.

Among the people, courage abounds,
Knowledge piled high.
I woke in the madhouse,
For the wildest nonsense dwells
In the gullible little soul,
To whom shouting “No!”
Is harder than dragging
Your feet through an anchar,
“March rations” shared for free,
And vodka split three ways.



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Fools drown in phantoms’ tide,
Sharks curse “good” while truths collide.
Madhouse reigns, the strong mind wakes,
Through lies and chaos, Spirit breaks.



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The Coming Armageddon

Soon — the End!
Mouth-breathers
Seek “happiness” as before.
False science — the sexton
Of the creatures that rule the world,
Leaving no one in peace
Until the very last.

The world on the brink of Disaster,
Set by the Sun, its brightness rising.
Greed foremost:
O-two turns the universal realm
Into hell through it,
False science’s hand.

How stupid all around:
The rotting world obeys
And believes in ANY nonsense —
CowID revealed it,
Opening the gates
To the Digital Camp.
Darkness, shame!..



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Soon the End, fools chase their lies,
False science rules, the Spirit dies.
CowID opens gates of night,
Darkness reigns — yet Sun brings light.



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Metamorphoses of Good, or the Universal Academy of Foolishness

Bring good, but… quietly to the home —
Nothing to share, or you’ll get
A fig in return, or water poured
Through a sieve, as payment met.

They’ll pour to the brim, as answer
To your goodwill,
Or reward you with advice,
Revealing the vastness of the soul.

Greed and self-interest know no bounds,
Yet glazed with “goodness” from above.
Even their cross — worn on the chest —
Turns the world upside-down under the Goat.

The “good” of religions… of Satanism
Carries a distinct stench.
The “people” discovered fascist care
When CowID’s term ran its length,

Enforcing the world with muzzles,
Chores and horrors on children too.
Truly kind — you’re a second-timer
In the Academy of Foolishness, in nothingness.

The mind transformed by self-interest,
Lies, fear, and mania,
For SURVIVAL, boldly singing
Goodness all around.



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Good twisted, greed on display,
Fools parade it in their play.
CowID reigns, the world’s a lie,
Survival sung while souls go dry.



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Tempered Iron

Tempered iron
On the forehead… Why brand it?!
Plant “be useful” in the mind —
It will mark the soul itself,
Nothing can erase it henceforth.

Old ways of raising scum —
Grow an obedient louse,
Quietly inserting
Substitutions in “usefulness.”

Shout to all: “Change!” —
And the rabble marches into “breakthrough.”
Rashism, a model of “progress” —
Obedient, fierce,
In the Colony-boil,
Amid the Game of Lies:

All lice — for money
Willing to kill,
Otherwise, the ranks of evil
Cannot be called honest.



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Tempered iron brands the mind,
Obedient lice the world will find.
Shout “Change!” — the rabble kills,
Evil marches, justice stills.



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Iron burns the forehead, marking fools,
Obedient lice obey the cruel rules.



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Shit Masquerading as Molasses

Shit long stuck to people
Turns them into lice on a plate,
Those who call it molasses
Failing to see total Lies.

The ideas of CREATURES — that shit —
They drag the rabble down below.
To the bottom of the dish: eat the filth,
The Devil trained, in the world — Allah.

To claim an idea as your own,
Add some saccharine, fast,
Stun with a flashy name —
And fools believe the Mirage again.

Not a world, but Hell of Putrid Lies.
One motto — always serve:
“Good,” if stuck in the molasses,
Or Evil — when the blindfold falls.



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Shit sticks, turning humans to lice,
Fools swallow Lies, paying the price.
Molasses masks the Devil’s game,
Mirages keep the rabble tame.



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Shit coats the world, fools crawl in line,
Molasses hides the Devil’s sign.



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The Struggle, So They Say, Against Evil — But Really, Vegetables vs. Firewood

Pinocchio noses into Cipollino —
A “struggle” rages: Vegetables and Firewood.
The Creatures of Hell won’t vanish,
Magic works its wicked code.

Through media, universities, schools,
All firewood grows dull with vegetables.
The goal of tyranny clear:
The Soul and Mind it manipulates.

They’ll be fed “ideas” —
Division is their essence.
The more primitive the lie, the bolder,
Spreading Horror fast and dense.

The best solution, clearly known —
This Hitler understood with dread.
Genocide, then decay,
In Fear and Lies, the world is dead.



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Vegetables clash with Firewood’s might,
Hell’s Creatures watch, unseen, in fright.
Lies and fear shape the rabble’s mind,
Division reigns, the weak confined.



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Vegetables fight, Firewood obeys,
Hell’s Creatures laugh as the world decays.



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The Flea Circus

The flea circus of “civilization” —
Sickened by the sight of these mugs.
No limit to the profanation:
Lead, lie — destroy with shrugs.

They lead and lie without mercy —
Every “top” is just CREATURES.
The flea circus, cruel and ruthless,
Politician — clown, office — thieves.

The whole church serves Satan’s hand.
The “scientist” now a priest as well —
Believe it! There’s no limit to idiocy,
The greedy scum here reigns like hell.

Most are traitors. The traitor praised —
He sits atop the heap of lies.
Forgetfulness, madness, fear — the world
Poisoned fully by total deceit.

The heap of madness grows, grows fast —
Soon it will collapse like an avalanche.
The flea circus, a sarcoma spreading,
Ready to burn the world in advance.

The Earth grows tired of the deformities
And begins this cleansing process.
What should the honest do? Don’t falter — fight,
Strike at Evil, even at the last.



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The flea circus reigns, lies on parade,
Clowns in power, the world betrayed.
Madness grows, the heap will fall,
Earth tires of scum, cleansing all.



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Flea circus roars, liars enthroned,
Earth strikes back, scum overthrown.



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PR — Money — PR

Goods — money — goods:
The stale muck of bygone times.
PR — money — PR:
Modern life beneath the shadow of fascist signs.

Crosses fly on those flags —
“Protecting health,” they claim.
No need for cops at all,
Cows’ patience keeps the game.

Feeding cockroaches
Now offered to the crowd.
But honor must be known —
This madness soon burns loud.

The Sun shines ever stronger,
Magma creeping near and near.
And the history of days
Finds its end when “roofs” disappear.

Brazen lies tear down the cover
And fascist schemes unfold.
Idiocy reigns almost complete —
Soon the heat will scorch the bold,

All will feel that coming time
When Death swings the scythe for all.
Revenge for servitude to CREATURES,
For betraying Spirit’s call.

The world resembles rot,
And in that rot, destruction.
Thus PR becomes the chief tool,
A blaze of lies suffocates the nation.



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PR, money, lies on parade,
Fascist shadows, all betrayed.
Sun burns, magma swells,
Death swings, the world rebels.



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PR and lies, the world decays,
Sun and magma burn the maze.



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Path to the Finish, or the Abyss

Completion of all efforts
Through closure of every theme.
Only labor kills the helpless,
Only so the soul survives the scheme.

There are many themes. Few poets
Illuminate them with verse.
Surrounded by the foolish,
Idiots here are not perverse.

Yet in the world there are the few —
“Cutesy” ways are not for them.
Better to choke in defiance
Than force a battle at the hem.

No strength, no spark of inspiration,
The trial tears like a blade.
A fierce poem leaves no respite —
The PATH TO THE ABYSS is made.

Better thus than bow to creatures
Or serve them, vile and sly.
In Hell the liars roast the spirit,
To kill the soul where it may lie.

Poem and Spirit — how they mingle
When highest heat is found.
So write whatever burns your mind,
But write it HONEST — or be ground.



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No strength, no rest, the abyss awaits,
Write true, or serve the liars’ fates.
Poem and Spirit — fire and flame,
Fight honestly, or lose the game.



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Write true, or sink to Hell,
The liars feast where spirits dwell.



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Meeting at the Top, or the Devil Marks the Rogue

A gathering of marked bastards
By the script of the CREATURES —
Smart fa;ade, and jokes measured…
Under CREATURES, the Earth endures.

Through the “grey cardinals”
Orders reach the Presidents.
The puppets’ work is trivial:
We have the Pillar of the Zombibox.

They swap the puppets constantly
If the lies displease the eyes.
In this fallen, foolish world,
These faces carry the CREATURES’ guise.

To deliver the agenda of the fiends,
The rest is trivial, small.
Minor tasks—and in the False Mary,
Inhumanity herds the thrall.



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Marked bastards gather, fiends in play,
Puppets dance, the world decays.
Deliver the CREATURES’ decree,
The rest’s just lies for fools to see.



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Fiends mark bastards, puppets obey,
Earth under lies, all led astray.



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The Queue

The moment you’re born —
A queue awaits your name,
So this Universal Shame
May burn its endless flame.

Many recruits are needed
In countless domains,
All is lost for you
If among their ranks you remain.

If you end up there:
Your soul will be slain,
Your mind decomposed.
Surrender — and toil in vain.

The fight is with the Reasoned,
Labor is the forging of chains.
And in sum?
Hell, Disgrace, Decay remains.

Only intuition
Will let you see the lie:
All “traditions” deceive,
And “science” crafts the sly.

Do not trust, resist,
Develop your soul with care.
But first awaken —
Here is paradise for devils, not fair.



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Born to a queue, the shame’s begun,
Soul to be crushed, mind undone.
Trust your intuition, fight the lies,
Here devils feast while reason dies.



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Born into the queue, soul in their grasp,
Devils’ paradise while humans collapse.



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Fascism Defeated

Fascism defeated —
Hitler rages in Hell.
“But everywhere, humanism” —
So the crowd’s tale will swell.

And the crowd is insane —
Hitler knew every base:
Lie to the wretched slaves —
And kill them again, no grace.

More will be born.
Lie again — and to slaughter.
When minds are forgotten —
CowID and wars follow after.

Fascism conquered
Mind and Spirit in the mass.
Here is pure idiocy
And souls left to rot, alas.

A few humans remain
Amid the submissive herd.
The devils rule here,
Escaped from Hell, absurd.

Go into Spirit — only there
Is salvation from fascist blight.
For wretched beasts
No help exists — all corruption in sight.

Boundaries crossed,
No return to the past:
Forever the cattle
Serve the creatures amassed.



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Fascism wins in mind and soul,
Hell’s devils claim the obedient whole.
Seek Spirit — only there to fight,
The beasts remain, lost to the blight.



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Fascism rules, the Spirit confined,
Cattle forever in Hell’s design.



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Chatter

Legions of opinion,
Where lies form the base —
Generations enslaved
Multiply in disgrace.

And they try with all their might —
Noise comes from every side.
The honest suffer —
Driven out, nowhere to hide.

Chatter of traitors,
Schemes of the vile.
Publishers run rampant,
Media’s a Judas file.

They sell for pennies,
Lies first on display.
Knives are forgotten —
The head’s the prey.

Stupidity rampant —
Chatter to blame.
The state is hopeless:
Madness runs the game.

Almost every creature
Succeeding in this way.
Lies roast the wretches —
Making beasts of clay.



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Legions lie, the honest fall,
Noise and deceit infect us all.
Lies roast the herd, madness rules,
Beasts prevail, fools are the tools.



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Lies roar, the honest expelled,
Beasts are made, the herd is quelled.



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Pure Spirit, Pure Mind, and Imposed Nonsense

Brushed and smoothed for ages —
Hardly seems like nonsense now.
But lies are threaded in layers,
Find "your own" — and blind to the blow.

Always smoothed, always imposed —
This nonsense kills for real.
One true duty remains —
Attend yourself, trace the seal,

The trace of Light that Darkness hid
In this hellish little world.
“Consciousness doesn’t shape its field” —
Primacy lies in the fool, they told.

There is Pure Spirit — beyond the lies.
Reason serves Him alone.
No need for any middleman —
Trust the Pure Mind you own.

Open to intuition —
It will unite within
Both Spirit and Mind. Fear no fiends,
For soon the Hell below will spin.

Only a few shall rise —
The harshest worlds sift the rest.
Thus Justice shall be made real —
And in the New Hell, the dregs suppressed.



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Pure Spirit leads, pure Mind commands,
Nonsense dies beneath our hands.
Few shall rise, the fiends shall fall,
Justice reigns above it all.



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Spirit pure, Mind awake,
Nonsense crushed for sanity’s sake.



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Fetch!

The Death Bird spread its wing
Above me, dark and wide.
But for now it doesn’t sting —
“Endure this filth,” it cried.

Endurance is running out.
How to fly away so fast?
The question’s not the weather’s clout —
Death comes in every blast.

Endure? No — you must resist,
And in that struggle die.
Or rot as some vile pest,
Rewarded by a deathly lie.

A “deathly lie”? Eternal life
I do not dream to see.
All of Reason faces strife.
What to write? Only the mat will be.

Mat later. For now I’ll trim
My phrasing, simple, stark.
You spit somewhere, chances grim —
It lands in Judas’ mark.

Here betrayal is a job,
Submission is the sport.
The world’s a herd of obedient blobs,
While fiends shout “Fetch!” — the report.

Few resist — the rest adore
This “fetch,” it stings so true.
Propaganda bites to the core —
Mind in monsters is wiped through.



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Death spreads its wing, the herd obeys,
Few resist the obedient maze.
Fight or rot — the choice is clear,
Fetch the lies, the fiends cheer near.



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Death above, the herd in chains,
Only the few break fiends’ reigns.



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Deception

Deceiving’s never hard to do —
To forge a fake world in the mind:
Feed everyone lies since they grew,
And a false idol too, aligned.

All Soviet fools built dumb communism,
In the West, the idiots rule —
“Shit-democracy” becomes fascism,
A madness wrapped in a school.

The “enemy” must hang above,
A boogeyman to terrify:
Then the fool believes the stuff,
A useless pawn beneath the sky.

Falsehood thrives through fake science,
And religions join the scheme.
“Culture” — a whore of compliance,
Spews nonsense year by year, it seems.

Minds from childhood stuffed with lies,
At factories of fools they churn.
School — a starter for soulless ties,
A tool to bind, to break, to burn.

Slavery is axiomatic,
Memory torments the mind.
Better roam as a vagrant, static,
Than be a cog of the blind.

All suffering, all want — man-made,
Fear is pressed on every side —
To make a slave of your own trade:
In filth and need, no thought to guide.

If thinking fails, you’re lost for good,
Soon numbers will replace the men.
The ninth wave of lies, as it should,
Sweeps truth away again and again.

Yet a tenth wave rises, stronger, higher —
Not of lies, but of Holy Fire.
It will burn the cursed madhouse entire —
A kind of Judgment Day to inspire.



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Lies fed since the cradle’s start,
Fools enslaved, mind torn apart.
But the tenth wave of Holy Fire
Will burn the madhouse, lift it higher.



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Lie upon lie, the fools obey,
But Holy Fire will clear the way.



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Explosion

Not “smear the world” — you need a BLAST,
An inner flash, a soul’s escape.
A breach through Spirit’s realm at last,
Through Being’s deeper, brighter shape.

The flash ignites, its brilliance clear,
A different quality takes hold.
No longer slave, no longer fear —
The House of Misery turns cold.

It’s brief — but gives you strength to rise,
To break through filth, the Hell-mouth’s maw,
To cut through endless, choking lies,
And see the truth you never saw.

Then you can “paint” the world with light
And not create a demon-idol,
No twisted cult of lowness, spite —
But something higher, pure, not tidal.

For all not Light are shades of grey,
With traps and snares and muck concealed.
Masses in filth still rot away,
And lies their only common shield.

They lie because without that lie
Their petty, hollow creeds collapse.
This world’s a Temple of Decry,
Where Light’s the foe their darkness traps.

Betray the Spirit, you will sow
The seeds of filth, a Satan’s throng.
Become a slave of what you know
Is evil — servant all along.

So never sell — for any price!
It’s better dying in the fight.
Save your own soul, refuse their vice,
And struggle — never just endure the night!



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Explosion — Strike!

Blast the mind, ignite the flame,
Hell and lies won’t stay the same.
Serve not evil, fight, don’t bow,
Save your soul — it’s here and now!



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Ignite the Core

Shatter lies, tear the veil,
Strike through Hell, your soul won’t fail.
Mind aflame, the false will burn,
Fight, rise up — the world’s your turn!



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Corefire

Smash the lies, light the flame,
Rise, rebel — none remain!