102 poems

The Path

An open mind, a heart of flame,
Intuition’s sharpened call —
A doorway lit — the shining frame
That leads from Hell. You lost it all

The moment you believed a lie,
However small. That wagonload
Of crude deceit keeps fools on high,
But not the ones whose spirits glowed.

Their Mind and Soul are not yet slain
By all the ugliness around.
Submit — and you’ll be one again
Enslaved by Evil, gagged and bound.

Fear not, believe not — only aim
For Light alone. No other law:
Kneel not to Darkness, nor to shame —
For that’s the one worth fighting for.

All else is soft — it bends, it leaks.
So flow — escape! Let spirit reign!
When Consciousness is strong, it speaks —
And Hell itself is dirt, in vain.

The world is cheap, corrupt, obscene —
Its stupid cycle near its end.
But in the Higher, Bright Unseen,
The Path is open — only to the brave, my friend.



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Battle Path

Kneel not to lies — nor bow to night!
The brave alone break through the veil.
The weak sell souls — the strong seek Light,
And Hell for them is cheap and frail.



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Law of the Path

Fear nothing — rise and burn through lies.
The Light is truth. The rest — demise.



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Phantom States

There is no state — just mafias in suits,
Their offices a mask for crooked trades.
Their lies have no end, their cunning no roots,
And constitutions — nothing but fades.

A scrap of paper to wipe with disdain,
For rules bow down to subordinate acts,
And petty tyrants steer the public’s chain,
All coffers locked beneath their crooked pacts.
A fool alone will swallow propaganda’s tale —
It props the fiction like a second pillar.
These vermin swap faces as seasons sail,
Yet for the crowds the picture only grows sillier.

The paper bears all — pain, deceit, disgrace;
So false states keep their look, but truth’s confined:
Their captive: poverty, shame’s hard face,
And honor trampled by the common kind.

The mafias change — the hydra merely shifts,
Oblivion stays the same, its rot refined.
How shameful still to trust the liars’ gifts —
To place your hope in mafias of mind!

Blackmail feeds on carrion, every scrap a tool,
And monsters hoard it, gorged upon the spoil.
Each gutter-scion plays the tyrant’s fool —
Those fiends? They’re nothing but the ruling soil.

Take “sheeple-virus” for a living proof:
The scum lined up, obedient to the script,
Performing every measure, deaf to truth,
To herd and crush the flock inside the crypt.

There is no country — only a menagerie,
Where sheep are shorn, then driven to the gate;
The bastards grin, they graft their tyranny,
And gladly spread their filthy fascist hate.



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No state — just mafias in a throne-room suit;
Their paper’s holy, truth a thing to shred.
They herd the sheep, they shepherd hate to boot,
And sell the world for lies — while millions dread.



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No country stands — just mafias, teeth and law.
They shear the flock, then sell the skin for awe.



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Baraka

Without baraka, there’s no bond —
No marriage sealed beyond the skies.
All tales of “love” the fools respond
To — burn them. They are dust and lies.

No spark of mercy, no compassion —
And that’s Love’s very first ascent.
What reigns instead? The ego’s passion,
A chessboard love — the King is spent.

Then marriage turns profane and hollow,
The base is wrong — it cannot grow.
If wisdom leaves, what’s left to follow?
A puff of smoke — and nothing. Show.

Without baraka, there’s no friend,
So what remains of “love” you claim?
Serve ego — and you’ll find your end,
A soulless self, a walking shame.

With super-ego — none can find it.
Without baraka, you’re the dead.
The world’s a grave — and all inside it
Are deaf to Love. The Light has fled.



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No baraka — no soul, no flame.
All “love” without it — just a play.
Ego’s chess — the heart’s a frame,
Where Truth was slain and swept away.



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No baraka — the heart is clay.
Love’s corpse still smiles, then rots away.



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Baraka

No baraka — no sacred thread,
No vow beneath the silent sky.
The lips say “love,” but truth is dead —
The dust of self has veiled the Eye.

No mercy blooms, no heart is kind —
And mercy is where Love begins.
The blind compete with other blind,
While ego crowns itself and wins.

Such unions crumble into sand,
For wisdom left the altar bare.
Without her light, no hearts can stand —
They fall to ash, to thin despair.

No baraka, no friend, no flame —
The soul grows cold, the eyes grow dry.
Serve only self — and lose the Name
That once could wake your heart to fly.

The super-ego builds a tomb;
The Living die, the dust obeys.
The world’s a grave — a shadowed womb
Where Love is deaf, and Light decays.



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No baraka, the world’s asleep,
The souls forget the call above.
The dust may speak — its echo’s cheap;
Only the Light remembers Love.



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Baraka — The Warrior of Light

No baraka — no living breath,
No truth — just lovers of their chains.
The soul that sleeps is close to death,
Its prayer — dust, its faith — remains.

Ego shouts, “I am the flame!” —
But burns in shadows, cold and blind.
The Light descends — it knows no name,
And cuts through darkness, thought, and mind.

Where baraka ignites the core,
The heart turns sword, the fear — undone.
The ones who crawl will crawl no more —
The Dying meet the Living One.

No baraka, no blood, no grace,
Just puppets mouthing hollow cries.
The Light won’t touch that barren space —
It seeks the brave — the soul that dies.



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No baraka — you crawl in night.
With it — you blaze beyond the tomb.
The heart’s the sword, the truth’s the fight,
And Love’s the fire that splits the gloom.



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Without baraka, you are dust.
With it — the Light itself takes trust.



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Baraka — Warrior of Light

Without baraka — dust you breathe,
In chains of sleep, in fear’s domain.
Your soul decays beneath its sheath,
While Light is forged through fire and pain.

The ego screams: “I am the flame!” —
But darkness laughs: “You burn for me.”
Baraka cuts — it knows no name,
It breaks the throne of tyranny.

When baraka ignites the core,
No death remains, no cage, no loss.
The soul ascends — the void no more,
The Light stands armed — a blade across.

Without baraka, blood runs dry,
The puppets dance in shadow’s game.
But baraka seeks those who die
To rise reborn — through death and flame.



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Without baraka — night consumes.
With it — the stars obey your will.
Your heart’s the sword that cleaves the tombs,
And Light itself stands silent, still.



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; Baraka — Hymn of the Lightborn

(Verse 1)
Without baraka — dust and chain,
The heart forgets its fire’s name.
The blind adore their sleeping pain,
The Light still burns — but none can claim.

(Verse 2)
The ego roars: “I am the flame!”
The Darkness smiles — “You serve my law.”
But baraka descends — no shame,
It cuts through shadow, tooth and claw.

(Chorus)
; Rise, oh soul, through burning night!
No death, no fear, no cage can stay.
The heart’s a sword, the Truth — the fight,
The Light shall carve the stone away!

(Verse 3)
Without baraka — blood runs cold,
The puppets dance, the tyrants preach.
But those who break — in Spirit bold,
Will touch the Light they cannot teach.

(Chorus)
; Rise, oh soul, through burning night!
No death, no fear, no cage can stay.
The heart’s a sword, the Truth — the fight,
The Light shall carve the stone away!

(Bridge — whispered, then rising)
Baraka...
Flame of the core...
Baraka...
Open the door...

(Final Chorus — triumphant)
; Rise, oh soul, through death and flame!
The dust dissolves — the sky is near.
Baraka calls you by your name —
The Light has won — the end is clear!



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The Frog

I love my swamp — it’s home to me.
I hate the freaks from other bogs.
And I’m not lonely in this spree —
So many frogs follow the logs.

I’m LIKE THE REST! — dull, cruel, and meek,
Before the strong, I bow my head.
The foolmar stirs the swamp, they speak,
Giving orders — we’ll be led.

Frogs will rise in ordered lines,
March like an army, full and grim.
We’ll scare those freaks — they’ll flee confines,
Their own bogs empty at the brim.

The foolmar heals — not with a leech,
Supplies us all with gnats, no lack.
All doubts dismissed, all fears in breach,
The swamp’s new god keeps watch and track.

Foolmars now care only for frogs,
We’ll overcome all bumps and mud.
The frog evolves — it sheds its clogs,
Becomes a beast, fierce and bloodied.

But frogs miscalculated — see:
All swamps will drain beneath our feet.
The remaining foolmars, finally,
Will sink back to their fiery seat.



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We frogs will rise, the freaks will flee,
The foolmar reigns with gnats and fire.
All swamps will drain — no mercy see,
And hell will claim the last liar.



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The Frog’s Decree

Frogs rise — all freaks will flee the swamps.
Foolmars fall — hell reclaims their pomp.



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Frog Assault

Frogs strike — freaks scatter, die!
Swamps burn — foolmars drown and cry!



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Frog War Cry

Frogs march — the freaks will break and run!
Swamps roar — the foolmars meet their doom.
Gnats swarm — the battle’s just begun,
Hell waits — we rise to claim our tomb!



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Frog Command

Frogs rise — freaks fall, all swamps ignite!
Foolmars burn — hell claims their blight!



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The Remedy

Awareness is the remedy —
To live by one’s own mind alone.
The world is built on treachery,
And feeds you filth, then calls it throne.

They call it good, or natural law,
While killing thought beneath their flags.
False ideologies wield the saw —
No one owns freedom here, it drags.

A slave can’t be — yet branded so,
The master stamps with cruel decree.
From center out to margins go
These “ideas” — yoke for all to see.

To chain them all is far too hard —
They must be dulled in crowded lies.
And so they lie, with souls unmarred,
To kill the heart where truth still flies.

The soulless freaks, devoid of thought,
With endless lies upon their tongue,
Will do whatever fools have sought —
Serve Darkness as they once served Sun.

This is the Hell of Crooked Mirrors.
A little awareness? — you are lost.
The remedy is yours, but nearer
The flame you seek comes at a cost.



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Awareness is the only cure,
The world is built on filth and lies.
Serve not the fools, remain secure —
Or Hell will catch your fleeting eyes.



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The Remedy

Awareness is the blade — the world, a lie.
Serve not the fools, or burn and die.



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Awareness Strike

World feeds you filth — they call it gold.
Wake up, or rot, as fools take hold.



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Consciousness Blade

Awareness rises — fools shall fall.
The mind stands free — and conquers all.



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Indelible Shame

Mariupol is a wound,
An indelible disgrace.
Russian fascism — vile, impudent —
Has sentenced itself in place.

And reckoning will be long,
Deserved, if once a fool
Turns fascist — becomes the wrong
Where once a donkey played the tool.

Only a donkey will endure
The monsters ravaging the land.
These fiends bake lies like a lure,
Dragging all down where none can stand.

Lies have crept into fascism:
The bottom cracked — below is Hell.
All born of sheer idiocy,
If dumb — now you’re a fiend as well.

CowID’s blunders, pointless, crude,
Smear the country through and through.
Now idiots turn fascist, rude —
And the nation hangs on what they do.

After reckoning, all may fall,
Collapse the state, the land undone.
The guilty are those who bore it all,
Enduring Evil, Lies, month by month.



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Mariupol bleeds — shame won’t fade.
Fascists rise from fools’ parade.
Lies rule, and evil drags us down,
The nation trembles, cursed and bound.



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Indelible Shame

Mariupol bleeds — fascists rise from fools.
Lies reign — the nation suffers, bound by rules.



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Schizophrenic “Love”

A murky image — self, and mate.
The same mad script on both sides plays.
A mini-pack forms in an instant’s state,
For love, or war — who counts the days?

People don’t meet — their masks collide.
The other’s image meets your own.
The cause: stupidity, fears, and pride.
Total lies reign here — war has grown.

You lie to yourself, as you well know,
Only a self-image, not the soul.
And thus your spirit sinks below,
While ego dreams — and plays love’s role.

No love exists if not just two,
But four false images of “self and friend” —
Mine, his, and what we think is true,
No broader view these shapes can lend.

The nonsense forced since earliest days
You carry as a sacred creed.
Stupidity, fear, inheritances —
With that, your soul will surely bleed.

Unless you purge this filth away,
And travel light along the path.
Only Sensitivity and Daring stay —
Remember these, avoid the wrath.



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Love dies if masks and lies persist,
Four false selves drown the heart in mist.
Only daring, clear perception’s fire
Can save the soul from its own mire.



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Schizophrenic “Love”

Masks and lies kill love — four false selves reign.
Only daring hearts can break the ego’s chain.



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Ego’s Lie

Four false selves parade — love dies.
Dare, or rot — the ego thrives.



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True Love’s War

Shatter the masks — let false selves fall.
Only the daring heart can conquer all.



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Trash “Civilization”

Trash piled high — you rot beneath.
Your mind, since childhood, shriveled, dry,
Fed lies and lies — the bitter teeth
Of falsehood gnaw, no truth nearby.

Is that “civilization”? Curse its mane!
No — castrated mind, spirit forgot.
Trash of ideals, trash of feigned gain,
The soul lost to the whore’s cruel plot.

Not all are sold — yet still we rot.
Propaganda’s sting kills day and night.
This madhouse thrives, its plans are hot:
The inhuman want all turned to blight.

They miscalculated — flames will rise,
The whole madhouse burns, the lies exposed.
If you’re not scum’s obedient pies,
You’ll rejoice — as heat and wrath are imposed.



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Trash piled high, the soul decays.
Lies rule, the inhuman play.
Burn the madhouse, expose their shame,
Rejoice if you refuse the game.



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Trash Civilization

Trash piles high — refuse the rot!
Burn the scum — serve truth, not rot.



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Civilization’s Rot

Trash rules — you rot, obey the fools.
Rise, or drown — their lies are tools.



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Work

Let despair be your daily trade,
Expose — it’s no pale martyr’s cross;
In this world of fools there’s no finer grade,
No kinder fate, no nobler loss.

Knowledge here walks hand in hand with pain,
The spoken word — a blade with double edge.
This world is sick — not fevered flesh or vein,
But soullessness; so strike and pledge.

With words and deeds the Spirit must be raised,
To wake the soul and forge it back to light.
The world lies under some foul fascist gaze —
We must destroy those vermin in the night.

It starts with sizing up the war’s array,
To map the field, to judge the disposition.
Poets don’t foam for show — they scorch the gray
With words that burn, that sharpen recognition.

If that Word kindles, helps this Hell be known,
Then grant the New Forces time to learn and build,
So they need not start from zero, flesh and bone,
Relearning tools that bind the slave-wrought guild.

And to expose those excrements — no small praise —
Though humble be the merit, still it’s true:
Rhyme and rhythm are not idle plays
In the fine movements of our Souls’ tough crew.

To raise the Unsubdued — that service stands
Above all tasks in this corrupt domain.
Take despair and make it work with your own hands:
Fight, create, and trust the triumph you ordain.

Drive out this vomit, purge their reeking feast —
End the obscene delights that feed the beast.



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Turn despair to work — strike with the Word.
Light the soul, let no false god persist.
Burn their vomit, break the tyrant’s sword —
Rise, create, and seize the final fist.



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Work with despair — fight, create, believe.
Purge the vomit — let the true soul live.



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“Bonds, Chains and the New Hell”

Chains of crimes —
In Rashka rulership presides.
Hard to count them all — they climb
Wherever scum and villain hides.

They’ve nested there in every niche —
They plunder, kill, and spin their lies.
They grind out drivel for the gulls,
And hide the evil in disguise.

“Bonds” in Rashka are the chains —
Chains tied fast around the mind.
Terrible, absurd — the strain
On the Spirit, torn and blind.

They slay the reason, trample honor,
Kill conscience down to brittle bones.
These seeds of evil, madness’ sprout,
Are watered deep with human groans.

Scum are seldom called to answer —
Only petty ones will face the shot.
That’s part of their colossal scam:
The brave, the clever — gone, forgot.

The chains of crime will soon be broken —
Cataclysm will sweep the land.
From bent knees up they raise their faces,
And rush — to the New Hell’s brand.



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Chains and New Hell

Chains of crime will soon collapse,
The scum exposed, the Spirit freed.
From bent knees rise — no more perhaps,
Rush on — to hell where falsehood bleeds.



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Chains and New Hell

Chains break — the scum fall fast.
Rise, defy — their reign won’t last.



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Just Retribution

While waiting for Retribution, the last of days drag on,
Half-wits scream and rush headlong into the New Hell’s maw.
A herd of fools — they hurry where their doom is drawn;
All idiots, all empty heads — that’s all the land we saw.

And clever ones are very few — a vanishing breed,
“All’s lost, all’s lost” — the cry. The Mind lies slain, the Spirit chilled.
Betrayal works as labor here; corruption is the seed
That mows obedient idiots down — obedient, dumb, and killed.

Look where you will — decay, disarray, and broken law,
Degeneration spreads, and fear corrodes each waking day.
Fascist freaks deliver blows that grind the whole world into straw,
They crush the common good, and cast the last bright things away.

Retribution will come — this law is fixed and absolute:
Stupidity stays constant — while Clarity is driven out.
So brace yourself for Raging Justice if you sold your root,
If you betrayed the soul — the scum and fiends — to Hell you’re bound.

Prepare for the Fierce Execution if you betrayed and sold,
If you bartered out your soul — the beasts will judge and send.
To the New Hell go the soulless, the vile and cold,
There lost they’ll be — their end, their price, their bitter end.



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Just Retribution

Fools rush headlong to the New Hell’s flame,
The Mind lies slain, the Spirit tamed.
Retribution waits — the law is clear,
Betray the soul — and vanish here.



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Just Retribution

Stupidity reigns, but Justice comes fast.
Betray the soul — your fate is cast.



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Aged Pioneers

The pioneers in short pants, once spry,
Now bear gray temples, streaked with age.
All problems lurk in poisoned books nearby —
Their aim was always fools to cage.

School programs? Crafted by the vile,
A blueprint for bondage, chains unseen.
So halfwits come to prom with empty smile,
And “labor” ends in futility’s sheen.

A pointless task, when sustenance alone
Just props the roof above the mind.
It’s slavery, yet dullness is sown,
So idiots never seek to find.

The majority here — the norm, the throng.
If someone’s smart, it’s in defiance rare.
Industry spreads rot — where mind, where song?
The spirit’s crushed, the clever scare.

To rule this crowd is easy work —
Just lie, bribe small, repeat the line.
And lies are told — without restraint or quirk —
Repeat enough, and all will buy the sign.

Through repetition, any truth can bend —
The pioneer, used to school’s refrain,
Accepts illusions as axioms without end,
While cunning program-minds feed mental bane.

Those phantoms, like sarcomas, grow,
Eating the conscious mind we own.
Creators’ work spreads sickness slow,
And rots the soul, till thought’s o’erthrown.



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Books poisoned, minds enslaved,
The clever few, the many depraved.
Lies repeat, the fools believe,
Consciousness rots, the mind na;ve.



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Aged Pioneers

Poisoned books, enslaved minds all around.
Rise, resist — let truth at last be found.



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Case History

Before they tried to heal,
The sickness had a chance to fade.
To kill the symptom, yet not feel
The abscess deep where pain was laid —
The method, frankly, still a mess!
“Live happy, full recovery!” they say.

The kidneys’ pain — that vile distress —
When pressure strikes, it sweeps the tray
(Flushing out the foolish way).
Simplicity is praised, they bless,
And turns a chronic curse to stay.

A tale indeed, the illness grows:
The mind ailing, bodies fight.
Complex terms conceal the woes,
Mistakes masked poorly from the light.



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Case History

They treat the symptom, leave the core,
The mind still sick, the body sore.
Mistakes are masked, the lies persist,
Illness thrives while fools insist.



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Case History

Kill the symptom, leave the root —
The mind decays, the body’s brute.



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Neologisms of Cretinism

Newspeak helps achieve the goal:
Fools for fascism are worth more than bombs,
More than bullets, gasses, toll —
Their minds the target of these calms.

Where native words still dare to grow,
To quietly cut roots, they insert
A Latinism. Chains, they know,
Bind thought the strongest, minds subvert.

Many “discoveries” lend a hand,
And Newspeak plays its subtle part.
Words strike harder than the whip can stand —
Through media, TV, scum rule the heart.

The fake doctor hides the meaning there
Through Latin words, a poisoned gloss.
And scales this ugly, stupid snare —
The fascism creeping, tyrant’s dross.



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Neologisms of Cretinism

Newspeak binds the mind with chains,
Fools are weapons, fascist gains.
Words strike harder than the whip,
Through lies, the tyrants rule and grip.



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Neologisms of Cretinism

Fools as weapons, words as chains,
Rise, resist — crush fascist reigns.



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The Cruelty of the Word

The cruelty of the Word — a blade with blade
To drive out lies from scoundrels’ lair.
Yet the obedient herd is gladly fed,
Though steel might strike to make them care.

The cruelty of the Word — self-wounds it brings,
Readers scarce, like grains of sand.
While wretched fascism’s press of stings
Turns every mouth to a diarrheic land.

Verbal diarrhea, soft at times,
Rarely sharp — to strike fear deep.
The cruelty of the Word can slice through climes —
The herd here laughs; their minds asleep.

Though not a world, but slaughterhouse it seems,
Though not a homeland, but a stain.
The grazing fools remain in dreams,
Their minds destroyed, all thought in vain.

The cruelty of the Word will reach the Heights,
Then total ruin comes in place.
The Hell of Fools will end its nights —
The Avenger Father rides apace.

The Heavenly Father — fable told,
Yet Consciousness reigns supreme above.
To it the herd holds no strong hold,
This world itself invokes a laugh thereof.



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The Cruelty of the Word

Words strike sharp to cut the lies,
The herd still eats, their reason dies.
Fools will fall when the Word takes flight,
Consciousness laughs at their blind fright.



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The Cruelty of the Word

Words as blades, the herd ignored,
Rise, awaken — defy the fraud.



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People?

What the hell are “people”?!!
Most here are cattle, fools!
And what will follow next?
Only death — prepare your rules.

To face death takes strength and might —
To die with honor, stand your ground.
Already idiots stink the night —
Not life, but death is all around.

Insignificant the layouts:
Submit to scum — you’re just a corpse.
Submit — become a vile blot,
My words are harsh, but truth’s the force.

Look deeper — see the essence true.
This is Hell. Corrupt beasts reign.
The majority are foul, askew;
To hell with “substance” — curse and chain.

Scum rules fools — what could be worse?
And what is dear in this cursed place?
So many subhumans, a cursed universe —
A world of Satan, not of grace.



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People?

Most are cattle, fools, and scum,
Only death awaits — so come.
Subhumans rule, the world’s a hell,
Rise, resist — don’t let them dwell.



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People?

Fools and scum hold all the reigns,
Rise, defy — escape their chains.



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Reading Poems in the Global Madhouse

Bots “read” the poems
On my site, my own.
No people there — work seems
Like writing “for the stone.”

The stronger grows the feeling
That soon I’ll disappear
Into the Madhouse: reeling
In fear, in lies, in sear.

A common curse, indeed —
If you reflect it in verse,
The herd will sneer: “Good grief!”
And you’ll sour in the curse,

When scores and ratings matter.
But if instead you write
A daring poem, the chatter
Might scorn it outright.

Yet you remain unbought,
And that’s the final twist:
Integrity cannot be bought —
Even if the herd resist.



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Reading Poems

Bots read poems, the herd ignores,
Fear and lies are locked indoors.
Write with courage, scorn the crowd,
Integrity stands fierce and proud.



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Reading Poems

Courageous words defy the herd,
Truth stands firm, unbought, unstirred.



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In the Depths...

In fascism’s depths the path is shame —
A slavish patience, bowed and small.
Fascists soon will purge with flame —
They’ve putre;ed tools to slay us all.

Rise, build communes, strike lies to ground,
Ram in their throats the brazen lie —
Their fraud and fakes must not be found;
Drive back the vomit they supply.

Submit to nothing, trust no hand
That tempts you from the fiends’ cold den.
Follow your mind — there’s freedom’s land,
There’s joy, there’s light beyond their ken.

The sheep are lost — no saving them;
Seek those with sense, form true accords.
Bring spiritual light, a guiding gem;
The fools are only weight and cords.

We must birthe a new world strong,
Autonomous, built to endure.
There honor reigns where all belong,
And Spirit’s Man stands firm, secure.

The chains will not drop of their own —
Give all your strength to the fight.
They won’t press us to the wall alone —
The fiends and fools shall perish in the night.



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Form communes, break every lie,
Trust your mind — seek freedom’s door.
Sheep are lost; with the wise ally —
Fight with all — let tyrants fall.



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Trust your mind, rise, and unite.
Fiends will fall — we take back night.



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Lemon

I’m squeezing the lemon of power dry,
Eating the last of my earthly pie.
I’m cutting ties — I’ve had enough,
The spawn of rot aren’t worth my love.

I’ve met but few who stood as brothers,
True comrades — none. Yet still I walked.
Escaped the sting that dulled the others,
Kept my mind sharp while fools just talked.

Providence saved me time and again,
I’ve walked through hell — yet still I stand.
My soul took pain but did not wane,
And reason only grew more grand.

There’s a Law — to never yield,
And never sell your soul for ease;
Then fate itself becomes your shield —

Seek balance too — for tension burns,
The mind may break beneath the strain.
In this vile world where rot returns,
It’s hard to live with soul and brain.

To seek, to build — it’s harder still,
Like swimming deep with chains and stone.
Each day the world grows duller, ill —
And kills all freedom it has known.

So fight — for nothing else is true.
Fight on, or vanish with the dust.
Be brave, be sharp — the world needs few
Who see through lies and never rust.

You’ll find what matches what you’ve sown:
If filth — you’ll feed this hellish flame.
If of the Light, though all alone,
You’ll smile — no riches, yet no shame.

For small the prize, in this world’s scheme,
This earthly hell grants little grace.
But better die with soul supreme
Than crawl soulless in disgrace.

Those who tremble, who serve the horde,
Are slime — soon crushed beneath its tread.
Too late to pray, too late for word —
They’ll be erased, their spirit dead.

And slavery’s brood — their fate the same,
Destroyed with masters in their lair.
The Earth itself rejects their name —
The Sun will judge what burns out there.

As lice are cleansed by fire and storm,
The Earth’s own fever now will rise.
Since vermin heed no sacred form —
The mad world falls. Creation sighs.



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Squeeze the lemon — burn the lie,
Stand alone beneath the flame.
Better fight, create, and die
Than serve the herd and live in shame.



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Lemon

Squeeze your power, burn the herd,
Fight with soul — let madness be purged.



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Lemon

Squeeze the last of your strength and might,
The herd is lost — stand, strike, ignite.



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Lemon

Power’s juice flows, lies are burned,
Fight with courage — let the world be learned.



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So-Called Great Poet Yosya Brodsky

With Pushkin, Balmont,
They line the dullard in a row.
Mind’s full of holes — the snoblet
Spewed by some vile foe.

The fiend doesn’t give a damn
About culture, as usual.
Fools and dunces must be raised —
The freaks’ eternal ritual.

This is the goal of the wretches,
Who rule as if we’re clay.
In “tops” of lunatics,
They crush the mind away.

With filth, with nonsense, with muck,
The insane are easily steered.
The herd is whipped, misled, deceived —
And the liar’s voice revered.

Those “top” fools are glorified,
Like sipping beer with ease.
The crowd will drink the piss like honey,
And swallow nonsense as they please.

It’s simple to hype the trash —
The stump devours all, in kind.



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So-Called Great Poet

Line the dullards with Pushkin and Balmont,
Mindless fools in culture’s haunt.
Hype the trash, let the herd consume,
Stumps and nonsense fill every room.



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So-Called Great Poet

Fools rise high, the crowd obeys,
Trash devours minds in endless haze.



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Used to It

Soul-crushers rule the world today,
Genocide poisons, beats, enslaves.
The people choke beneath their sway —
Soon you’ll fall too, among the graves.

All are used to bowing to the fiends,
To treachery and brazen lies.
Money blinds us, clouds our minds,
Illusions dance before our eyes.

Resistance — only a few survive,
And fools replace them as they die.
Today they lie, so bold, alive —
The truth is crushed, no place to try.

If they build — it’s a global camp,
Fake remedies administered with poison.
We’re sick — only in our heads,
A plague upon the world’s great horizon.

Unite, all! — or face the end.
Form communities, destroy the lies.
Strengthen your Spirit — that’s our ground!
And multiply the Forces of Light with your own rise.



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Soul-crushers rule, the people choke,
Fools bow down while liars provoke.
Stand strong, unite, destroy their lies,
Let Spirit rise — the Light will rise.



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Choke the herd, crush the lies,
Raise your Spirit — let Light rise.



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Global Worthlessness

The quest for the Impossible
Through fear, through pain, through shame and lies
Is the path from Worthlessness,
Where Spirit dies and reason dies.

The mind becomes a parody
Of a cactus’ barren peak,
Among the wretches, choking
On Nonsense, Chaos bleak.

Mistaking for some comfort
This doomed, decaying sphere —
A blueprint for the Scheme of Evil:
The slave is bound from birth to fear.

From birth till death, entangled tight,
Impossible glitches mark the way.
Trust your weary Soul, avoid
The vile hounds that prey and sway —

The servile, fearful, gullible crowds,
Always seeking tears in the dark.
Will it help? Forget it!
These are patterns of the dark.

First comes Mammon’s power,
Lies, and fear split like nuts,
Tear them apart — the gaps appear
In Evil’s scheming struts.

You won’t be “happy” here,
The light step toward the Breakthrough is earned.
All strength must be poured in,
Or death in filth will be returned.

The shameful final reckoning
Will mark the patience worn,
The world drowned in Fascist filth
Beneath the Veil of Lies and scorn.



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Quest through fear, pain, lies, and shame,
To break from Worthlessness’ cruel game.
Pour all your strength toward the Light,
Or rot in filth, enslaved by night.



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Break through the dark, the lies, the shame,
Or die in filth, the world’s foul game.



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Another Generation of Terrible Years

“We are the children of Russia’s dreadful years…”
— Alexander Blok, 1914


We are the children of CowID’s grim age,
A war unleashed behind its lie.
Today so few escape the shame:
World Fascism reigns, we live to defy.

A wretched world, to Evil bowed,
Blindly believing Darkness’ lies.
To save your Spirit, fight aloud
For Truth, for Souls, for open eyes.

Minds in madness, hearts in frost,
Truth is hunted like a flame.
Save yourself, my friend, at any cost,
To all the vile we need not claim.

The vile now outnumber the damned,
Earth itself a living Hell.
Endure it not, or be unspammed—
A worthless worm, a pitiful shell.

Retreat within, a hermit’s way,
If brave and steadfast, be your light.
Then shine beyond the Chaos’ sway,
A rocket flare in endless night.

Today the madness spreads its stink,
Through muzzles shown, the truths confined.
The slaves’ blueprint—through Lies’ Ninth Wave
The chains of reason they have signed.

To reach the Digital Camp at last—
Civilization finds its end.
Strike the Hydra’s heads, fierce and fast,
Express yourself—let Spirit defend.

Let heads regrow, the Soul you save
In hellish darkness, unbound, free.
Cast off the chains that fools enslave,
In “education’s” prison, see.

They crushed all Spirit, snuffed it young,
Replacing Creativity with lies.
The main deception: the body alone,
Your spiritual depth a mere disguise.

Place Spirit above the Reason’s claim,
And light you’ll find, a friend to Truth.



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Children of CowID’s Hell

Most bow to Evil, blind and dumb,
But Spirit fights — the chains will come undone.
Strike Hydra’s heads, ignite the night,
Let Reason blaze and Darkness take its flight.



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Blaze the Chains

Strike the blind, shatter the lies —
Spirit rises; Darkness dies.



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Wrath of the Spirit

Smash the fools, burn their deceit —
Chains of CowID crumble beneath your feet.



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Revolt of the Mind

Rise, O Spirit, crush the herd —
Lie and Fear shall face your sword.



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1. Fury Unleashed
Chains will break, the blind will fall —
Spirit’s fire will scorch them all.

2. Hell’s Reckoning
Strike the herd, let lies combust —
Only Truth commands our trust.

3. Light Against the Void
Rise and rend the shadows’ hold —
Strike with Spirit, fierce and bold.



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1. Mockery of Fools
Watch them stumble, blind and weak —
Spirit laughs while liars squeak.

2. Scorn of the Herd
Chained and gaping, fools obey —
Yet Truth will turn their night to day.

3. Derision Strike
Clowns in power, all undone —
Spirit’s wrath laughs last, and won.



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1. Spirit vs the Void
Strike the lies, the herd, the night —
Yet deeper still, the soul ignites.

2. Cosmic Wrath
Chains of fools shall break and fall,
But Spirit stands beyond it all.

3. Eternal Revolt
Rage through worlds, O mind unbound —
Even the Void shall hear your sound.



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1. Spirit vs the Herd
Smash the chains, tear the herd apart —
Rage and Truth ignite the heart.

2. Infernal Strike
Fools will burn beneath your might —
Lie and Fear succumb to light.

3. Fury’s Last Stand
Rise, O Spirit, strike with flame —
Every liar crushed in shame.

4. Spirit vs the Void
Strike the lies, the herd, the night —
Yet deeper still, the soul ignites.

5. Cosmic Wrath
Chains of fools shall break and fall,
But Spirit stands beyond it all.

6. Eternal Revolt
Rage through worlds, O mind unbound —
Even the Void shall hear your sound.

7. Fire of Consciousness
Light the sky with every word —
Silence fools who’ve never heard.

8. Cleansing Storm
Foulness falls before your gaze —
Truth cuts sharper than their maze.

9. Breaking the False
Shatter idols, burn their lies —
See the real with open eyes.

10. Battle of the Mind
Stand unbent while fools conspire —
Strike their hearts with your own fire.

11. Path of the Fearless
Move through chaos, bright and strong —
All the weak will fade, the wrong.

12. Ascension of Spirit
Chains dissolve, the shadows flee —
Only Light and you are free.



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1. Spirit vs the Herd
Smash chains! Crush the herd!

2. Infernal Strike
Burn fools! Let lies die!

3. Fury’s Last Stand
Rise! Strike with flame!

4. Spirit vs the Void
Ignite! Shatter the night!

5. Cosmic Wrath
Break fools! Stand beyond!

6. Eternal Revolt
Rage through worlds! Fear flees!

7. Fire of Consciousness
Light sky! Silence the blind!

8. Cleansing Storm
Fall, filth! Truth cuts deep!

9. Breaking the False
Shatter idols! Open eyes!

10. Battle of the Mind
Stand firm! Fire their hearts!

11. Path of the Fearless
Move strong! Weak fade! Wrong dies!

12. Ascension of Spirit
Chains gone! Shadows flee!



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1. Chains shatter! Herd burns!
2. Lies die! Fools fall!
3. Rise, strike! Flame wins!
4. Ignite! Darkness crumbles fast!
5. Break idols! Open eyes!
6. Rage! Fear flees now!
7. Light pierces blind hearts!
8. Fall, filth! Truth cuts!
9. Smash false! Spirit ascends!
10. Stand firm! Fire strikes!
11. Move strong! Weak vanish!
12. Chains gone! Shadows flee!
13. Crush deceit! Minds awaken!
14. Strike hard! Lies perish!
15. Burn world! Truth rises!



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Chains break!
Lies burn!
Fools fall!
Strike hard!
Dark flees!
Light pierces!
Truth cuts!
Spirits rise!
Filth dies!
Eyes open!
Fire strikes!
Shadows vanish!
Deceit crushed!
Minds awaken!
World burns!
Freedom wins!



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Chains!
Burn!
Fools!
Strike!
Dark!
Light!
Truth!
Rise!
Filth!
Eyes!
Fire!
Vanish!
Crush!
Awake!
World!
Freedom!



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Chains! Crash!
Burn! Smash!
Fools! Fall!
Strike! Hit!
Dark! Flee!
Light! Pierce!
Truth! Cut!
Rise! Stand!
Filth! Rot!
Eyes! Open!
Fire! Blast!
Shadows! Vanish!
Lies! Break!
Mind! Awake!
World! Shatter!
Freedom! Win!



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Crush! Burn! Hit! Strike!
Rot! Flee! Cut! Rise!
Blast! Smash! Open! Break!
Shatter! Awaken! Tear! Vanish!
Light! Fire! Truth! Win!



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Crush! Burn! Strike! Hit! Flee! Rot! Tear! Smash! Open! Break! Shatter! Awaken! Fire! Light! Truth! Rise!



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CRUSH — burn!
STRIKE — hit!
FLEE — rot!
TEAR — smash!

OPEN — break!
SHATTER — awaken!
FIRE — light!
TRUTH — rise!



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