88 poems

The False Picture of the World

They’ve hammered in a painted lie —
A shabby world, a wretched scheme.
A stinking cheese where rodents die,
A trap disguised as truth and dream.

Fake science, dogmas, holy fraud,
A mass parade of trained deceit —
They call it “learning,” “child reward,”
While Spirit’s crushed beneath their feet.

From birth we swallow, meek, resigned,
The brazen lie called “axiom.”
A grand conspiracy, refined —
To turn the world to Bedlam’s home.

The only weapon left to wield —
Is doubt — to question everything!
Trust intuition as your shield —
For Spirit dies where lies still cling.

And cease to lie to self, beware,
Or Stockholm’s curse will take your mind;
Surrounded by this madhouse air —
You fight — your Reason stays aligned.



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The world’s a lie — a painted cage,
Where minds are trained, from birth, to rage.
But doubt will cut their chains apart —
The Spirit’s truth — your rebel heart.



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The Talking Corn

By genes, there’s little that divides
A man from yeast or corn, it seems.
Yet science, false and mechanized,
Still sells its dead material dreams.

To cage the mind in gears and schemes —
A crime against the living soul;
The brain’s no thinker — just relays streams,
While Spirit moves — the mind’s the role.

Such filth in “science” everywhere,
They’ve buried Spirit, Source, and Flame.
Those who betray truth’s open air
Spew lies, deceit, and toxic shame.

So man’s no different from the corn
If bound by lies, enslaved, deceived;
His Spirit mute, his reason torn,
By frauds his mind’s forever thieved.

Learn thinking — freely, by your core,
That’s how a human stands upright.
Revere your Spirit — evermore,
All else is worthless, out of sight.



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Corn talks louder than the herd,
When Spirit’s voice remains unheard.
Think for yourself — break every chain,
Or rot in lies, like corn for brain.



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Climate

They’re building bunkers, sealed and grim,
For jabbed and blind — the mindless kin.
Bidens, Putlers — all the same —
The world’s insane, beneath their reign.

Too many people — they proclaim,
So comes “disaster,” by design.
For mass reduction — that’s the aim —
A global fascist grand decline.

The Sun grows fierce — the Earth replies,
Its fury breaks the steel of lies.
And through these “wonders” soon will spread
A storm of sorrow, fire, and dread.

Only the Spirit-born survive —
No bunker saves the soulless hive.
These bloodless wars, unseen, unheard,
Now reap the masses — word by word.

Not “people” die — but fools instead,
Who trust the very hands they fed.
The wise grow weak, the brave fall through —
The world collapses… not to blue.

The cleansing comes — the Earth will shed
The rot of man, the walking dead.
To balance back the scale once more —
Where Spirit fled, now burns the core.

Fierce are the energies — the toll,
The Hamburg reckoning for soul.
The stumps are burned — no shield, no thread,
Bare your heart — or join the dead.

Just a few will be redeemed,
Their light by Nungal’s gaze esteemed.
The rest — condemned to her domain,
Where lies and flesh dissolve in pain.



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Bunkers crack — the Earth replies,
The Sun unveils the hidden lies.
Nungal’s fire will cleanse the land —
Only Spirit souls will stand.



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The People

"The tsar's not real!"
(from a famous film)


The people — not the genuine kind —
Few wise remain, their ranks run thin.
The masses — lost, dull-witted swine,
You'd hunt true seers with fire and din.

No sages sow the timeless seed,
No guardians of Spirit stay.
The daft and broken do the deed —
Serve soulless things and call it "pay."

Their "labor" reeks of treachery,
Fear eats them from the core inside.
Look at those mugs — they scorn a king;
No crown for them, no law, no pride.

They’re fed with trash by nurses, clerks,
A vet, a medic, peddling lies.
Silent, the slavery now works —
No chains observed, but still it ties.

Only inhuman rules the globe,
It slays the Mind and drowns the Soul.
The “people” now are vermin-swarm,
As Hell’s own rats that serve the hole.

And to these lab-rats you may shove
The poison freely — numbers grow.
But first we cull them by the score —
Feed costs rise; so let them go.

No bitterer thing exists today:
A storm of lies has torn apart
The last of Honor, Dignity,
The dwindling shards of thinking heart.

Those peaks of worth — they’ll scorch and burn —
We’ll be the Universe’s shame.
Get out — this rotten place will choke
If you aren’t yet consumed by blame.

Fight before death — slam tight the door:
We must depart or turn to beasts;
Else step by step, we’ll lose our shape —
Become the herd at Hell’s own feasts.



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People hollowed out and sold —
Wisdom rare, the herd grows cold.
Slam the door before you’re meat —
Or rot with rats beneath the heat.



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Solitude

Hello, my solitude — my grateful share,
My happy fate, my quiet, scarred estate.
From it the prophecies arrive — if there
You’re watchful, brave enough to face your fate.

All bustle fades — there’s nothing left to seek,
The taste of being lone is tart and keen.
For fools it’s only suffering and weak;
For few — a sharpened edge, a sovereign mien.

Biorhythms complex — guard your force, conserve
For the decisive battle soon to come.
Burn words like fire — in grammar find your nerve,
Strike with the verb, let language be your drum.

Few paths remain when you alone abide;
This is no game of titans, no parade:
Just fight — persist! Fight on with stubborn pride!
The single life is steel that will not fade.

The word’s a weapon — it can wound your chest;
Only the resolute and strong declare.
Poems bring weariness — the lawful test;
They call it nonsense, claim “God’s voice is there.”

Perhaps there are links — I won’t deny the hint —
But they whisper nothing you can keep.
Be open to the GRIEF — lean into flint;
Gaze straight at the FOUNDATIONS, dark and deep.

You must cut open that foul putrid sore —
The rotten core: the root of human curse.
The world is ruled by soulless scum and more;
Men reduced to beasts — to beasts made worse.

If so, there’s no time now for songs or dance,
No time for false “loves” or forged camaraderie.
You pull the masks off every ugly stance,
Expose the vile that runs their mockery.

There’s no harder task — how wrap this in rhyme?
How turn this wrenching truth into a verse?
It’s hard to scream it out — to puke the grime —
Not tributes to the rulers’ bloated purse.

A Warrior of Word — the Poet — rare,
That tension burns him through, consumes the breath.
He’ll see no victory in his brief affair;
Monotone the work — to strike, to scorch, till death.



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Solitude — my sword, my bitter prize:
I burn with words, expose the lies.
No dances, no fake lovers’ cheer —
I strip the masks; the truth is near.



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Separation from the Beasts

Detach yourself — detach, withdraw,
A beast’s no kin, no friend of yours.
Stay in Spirit, keep the law —
Else you’ll crawl with mindless whores.

Beasts are foul, disease in flesh,
Vampires feeding on the soul.
Rot and lies in their own mesh —
Blind obedience is their role.

Few are left who aren’t decayed,
Zombies crowd the world entire.
Beasts — the sting that Hell has made,
Fools as fuel to feed the fire.

You can’t live among their kind —
Miss one jab — they’ll pierce your skin.
Simple faces, empty minds —
That’s the joke they thrive within.

Classify them? Waste of breath.
Soon the fire will cleanse them all.
Gaia’s choking, near her death —
Can’t endure this beastly sprawl.

From their dumps the stench ascends,
“Biosphere”? — A zombie hell!
How I’m sick of all these friends
Whose souls in darkness fell!

Lonely? Harsh? — The price is fair.
Soul’s the cost of standing tall.
All will burn — but Earth repaired
Will become the Forge of All.



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Cut from beasts — let Spirit stay.
Hell burns beasts — clear Earth’s decay.
Stand alone, though cold and wild —
God remakes what beasts defiled.



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In Service...

In service to the BEASTS — life’s a feast,
The slave’s thin stew won’t ever sour;
They lace it well — a little least —
And LIES, not lashes, bind the power.

There’s lying plenty — it will drive
Them into feats and petty wars:
The freak will win — the craven thrive;
Not every lackey loses scores.

Not few, but legions — booted thralls,
Servants hollowed, ranks of rust.
They’ll crush you down to powdered walls
With megatons of BIO-MASS trust.

In service to the BEASTS — delight —
No ache of soul will trouble more;
Sold out, they sleep through moral night,
The rabble’s glad — the road’s not sore.

This road’s to Hell — the BEASTS accelerate,
Their stooge keeps pace, obeys the whip.
Disobey — you’ll find a rapid fate;
They smite you quick, no time to slip.

So official, prez, and rotten swill —
All bend obedient to the call.
The cop is now the same grim drill,
A soulless thing — almost a thrall.

The BEASTS — inhuman scum — long hold
The world in fraud; the lie’s their plea.
From that deceit all judgment rolled —
A hellish fascist mockery.

If you serve the BEASTS, you’re fascist-made,
No matter what small rites you pray.
You’ll never own the truth you trade —
Your honeyed talk will kill the day.



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Serve the beasts — you wear their chain.
Lie for them — you feed the flame.
Craven tongues will nail your part:
You sold the soul, you sold your heart.



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Amoebas

Where raging storms of feeling flare,
No reason lingers in the air.
Half-truths float like ghostly guides,
While every harbor — nonsense hides.

And “half” keeps splitting into more,
Each fraction weaker than before.
They all attend this brutal school —
Of super-lies and lawless rule.

The graduates? Psychopath, betrayer, fool,
Their lesson sharp — the jab, the cruel.
No strength to grasp the simplest thing,
For lies eclipse all reasoning.

The world turns into shallow pools —
Fear, shame, whining — mindless rules.
Thought itself has vanished here,
Only amoebas wriggle near.

These puddles sour — corruption’s seed,
Deceit infects, a viral breed.
Where emotions storm, the amoebas reign,
And truth reduced to zero — UTOP reigns.



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Emotions storm, the mind decays,
Amoebas crawl in endless haze.
Truth shrinks to nothing, lies are king —
The world becomes a hollow spring.



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In the Zombie-Box

Life outside the zombie-box is gone:
If they don’t show it — it does not exist.
Its staged events are all that’s drawn,
All else — “enemies of democracy,” dismissed.

It shows the “threats,” it hypes the “plague,”
It leads the clueless into war and toil.
All other sources fade, obscure, vague —
Crushed in the fight against terror’s soil.

Terror always has a picture here —
The operator sits like in a trench.
If idle — staged acts appear, unclear,
While fools believing BEASTS just munch and drench.

No real rule — just the zombie-box alone,
BEASTS suffice; politicians mere clowns,
Soulless patrons of the staged zone,
Pissing lies while fools gape in towns.

Such is the lay of trustless minds,
If credulous folk refuse to think.
And are they even people? Greedy kinds,
From fools’ ranks you’ll never shrink.

Withdraw within, like hermits’ sketes,
The zombie-world will offer naught.
Truth and Light dwell between the cheats,
Without them — life cannot be sought.



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Outside the box, life hides unseen,
Fools march to lies, to wars obscene.
Seek Spirit, Light, Truth’s endless flame —
Else all is lost in the zombie game.



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Filth

Sweep all the garbage — dwell in space
Of soul and pure, untainted thought.
The rot in any worldly place —
Leave it behind, no grief, no blot.

Lies are everywhere, abundant still,
Within yourself — be ruthless, firm.
The poisoned fang of falsehood’s will
Cannot be pulled by weakling’s term.

No partial view — the world’s design
Is polyphonic, fully real.
Here reigns instead a schizophrenic line —
Thus fate foretells what you will feel.

The petty world will burn away;
Only those in Spirit will survive.
Forget the cursed belly’s sway —
Only fools obsess, while life goes by.

Walk inward — other paths are fouled
By mobs who trample all with pride.
Though harsh years loom, unkind, unbowed,
Die with honor — let yourself abide.

You are the Spirit, trapped in Hell,
Comprehend at last the simple truth.
Few Spirits stand; the foulness swell —
A world of shame, of lies, of ruth.



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Sweep the filth — dwell in the Soul.
Falsehood bites; the weak lose control.
Walk inward, Spirit — brave, austere:
Leave the rot, the world’s disgrace, here.



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Fascist Media

"Achtung, achtung! Pokryshkin in the Luft!!!"


Achtung, achtung — the author’s here!
Your brain is fucked — the screens have won.
The media’s a crawling smear,
They feed the dark until you’re done.

The author’s fierce as any fiend,
A devil’s grin across the land.
A world with towers torn and cleaned —
Erased by their unholy hand.

By filthy media, soulless brood,
You trust — you’re filth among the devils.
Believe their lies, and pay the feud —
They’ll grind you down like stinking levels.

You’ll die, deserved — that’s karma’s coat,
If you should tremble before the Goat.



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Achtung — the screens command,
Brains sold cheap across the land.
Fear the Goat, don’t dare to fight —
Or die, consumed by their black light.



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Shamefulness

“…Yes, such a life is even more than tormenting — it is shameful. Before the eyes flits some endless fantastic tale: you cannot tell what is real and what a sleepy vision. Even the most real facts, at first glance, appear with such suspicious trimmings that strip them of every mark of true reality.”
— M. Saltykov-Shchedrin, 1878


Since Saltykov’s time,
The filth has only worsened.
Chains are strengthened with lies —
Thousands of mutts unleashed, unburdened.

These vile little curs
Lie, bark, and bite at will.
Their snares grow tighter still,
Year by year, the noose more shrill.

And the “tale” grows ever darker,
With every passing year.
The people dull, become monstrous,
Ugly, brutish, stripped of cheer.

Reality shrinks — replaced by screens,
Virtual slavery grips the mind.
The vilest beasts — far worse than fiends —
Press forward with a cruel grind.

In genocide, their strength increases,
Madness grows — it will not wane.
The layer of the wise grows thinner,
Shrinking ever, fading, drained.

Delirium, universal madness,
The wise layer melts away.
Yet the people do not grumble —
They dream of clothes, of toys, of play.



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Shame rules now where truth once shone.
Lies and beasts have seized the throne.
Wisdom fades, the masses drool,
Madness reigns — the world a fool.



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Quiet Psyche

“To conflict between law and free will arises, it seems, from excessive specialization of a single private center of our consciousness, where reflective and egocentric tendencies prevail. By overemphasizing these tendencies, we forget our true nature, lose connection with other equally important centers, and thus the spiritual balance — resting on harmonious cooperation of all our inner forces — is disrupted. One-sided intellectualization expresses not one’s true nature, but only the tensions of peripheral self-awareness, a mere byproduct of reflection that demands a fixed point of reference. Yet this hypothetical reference holds nothing characteristic of any individual; in fact, it is the least individual trait, since it is common to all thinking beings.”
— Lama Anagarika Govinda


Chasing monotony,
Mistaking primitive for pearl,
The psyche fills with absurdity —
Dulled, unfit for the world.

You upset the balances,
When only one intellect
Dictates the “basics,” the nuances —
Blind to the rest, unaware.

Spiritual Vision is the core —
Its aim destroyed by all “schools” and “sciences.”
Then all leaps and gaps replace the flow —
You live in a world of yes-no sequences.

The beasts divide all into “white,”
Declare “black” the enemy.
Those with us — “skilled” or “brave”;
The foes reduced to mere cattle.

All divisions are artificial,
All dogmas of enemies corrupt,
They shove the PSYCHE’S HELL OF SPLITS
Into every mind. Chains might be easier.

Inventing chains here is hard,
For the foolish or the broken psyche,
Like dolls: lie to them shamelessly —
The psyche obeys, subdued, quiet.



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One mind rules, all else is blind,
Vision lost, the soul confined.
Beasts split black, white, false, true —
Quiet psyche obeys, subdued by you.



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Stigmas

Seals and brands are stamped on everything —
No living space remains, just doom.
The final game has lost its meaning;
Madness sits enthroned in every room.

Labels hide the rotten lie that breeds our pain,
Their stamps leave poison deep inside the mind.
From earliest years they shove you in the frame,
A brand that names you, narrow, fixed, confined.

Then numbers follow — like a camp’s grim score,
The filth of fascism inked upon your skin.
Fear quakes the crowds though threats are vapour, more —
Prophets, wise books lost; the traitor grins.

Payment for being branded — death by mark:
“Citizen” of some fake land — you’re cut alone.
Those labels kill: you face the dark, stark,
With evil hand to hand, no help, no home.

All those priests of every ism cannot bind
A real force — their aim is only to divide.
“Communisms,” fascisms — all one hateful kind:
Their purpose: split the people, wedge the tide.

Where reds collect, resistance yet will rise;
But fools can’t see — they only see the crowd.
Reason wanes; they’ll herd us beneath the skies,
And turn us into beasts to vanish proud.

So Sun is switched on — its heat begins to climb;
Its light will burn this Hell down to the bone.
It will consume the rot, the poisoned time,
Since Spirit’s lost and Reason’s overthrown.



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Stamped and numbered, bound and sold,
Branded meek, the world grows cold.
They divide us, herd and shame —
Sun will burn their filthy game.



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Conversations with Scoundrels

“Reading is a conversation with the wise.”
— Francis Bacon, 17th century


If only it were with the wise —
Pearls lost in the murk of books,
Always edited by chained hounds,
Twisted, bent, and sly.

You judge the world with terror,
Drenched in total lies;
No slipping through the sludge,
No showing the essence of SLAVERY —
It hasn’t vanished, only changed its shape,
Draped in propaganda, books, and nonsense,
Feeding the hunger for dulling minds.



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Books chained, truths obscured,
Wisdom buried, lies assured.
Slavery hides in every page,
Fed to minds eager for cage.



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Spineless

“It is remarkable that creatures without a spine have the hardest shell.”
— Khalil Gibran


The spineless wear a hardened shell,
Forged from fear, belief, and lies.
All the freaks need shepherds well,
To serve as food beneath their eyes.

Food on subtle, hidden planes —
Cracked like coconuts in fascist filth,
Covered by a cloak of endless stains,
A shield of nonsense, rot, and guilt.

Through endless verbal diarrhea
The spineless are fed only replies,
While all the crucial questions clear
Are buried deep by fear and lies.



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Spineless hide in hardened shells,
Fed on lies and fear that dwells.
Questions die, the answers reign —
Fools enslaved in endless pain.



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The Global Nursery

“Rejoice, pa-tsaks! Pa-tsaks, why aren’t you wearing muzzles? The master’s order: ‘All pa-tsaks must wear muzzles and rejoice.’”
— From the film "Kin-dza-dza", 1986


Rejoice, pa-tsak,
Gorged on nauseating lies.
No surprise, of course —
The master desires
That the slavish fool
Show a sugary grin.
Now they turn him into cattle.

Command — and they bark:
“All must wear a muzzle!” —
And feed the filth
Into the Nursery.



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Pa-tsaks grin on command,
Muzzles tight, slaves at hand.
Filth is fed, fools obey —
The Nursery rules the day.



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Global Nursery

“Rejoice, pa-tsaks! Pa-tsaks, why aren’t you wearing muzzles? The master’s order: ‘All pa-tsaks must wear muzzles and rejoice.’”
— "Kin-dza-dza", 1986

Rejoice, pa-tsak,
Gorged on nauseating lies.
No surprise — the master wants
The slavish fool
To wear a sugary grin.
They’re turned to cattle now.

Command them — and they bark:
“All must wear the muzzle!”
And toss the filth
Into the Nursery.



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Pa-tsaks grin on cue,
Muzzles on, slaves true.
Filth is fed, fools obey —
The Nursery rules the day.



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Countdown

Reality for fools —
Agony of nonsense.
After nonsense — nightmares:
The creatures’ victory.

The world trapped in a nightmare —
CowID as an example.
The fool cannot comprehend,
No measure, no scale.

For reason is the measure,
Plus the striving of the Spirit.
The fool did not appear overnight —
Generations, chained in slavery,

Bowed before the vile inhuman.
So few tried
To be brave, to be defiant.

Reality for fools —
To bow before oppression,
For in the past all were herded:
To the Concentration Camp, in line.

The Global Camp —
Punishment for nonsense;
For the meek, ready
For all kinds of torment,

To adapt and obey:
Submissiveness honored.
The world will perish —
Countdown initiated.

Time unleashed:
Cataclysm will wipe out
The insane tribe of fools
And their… fascism.



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Fools live in nightmares,
Creatures rule, reason fails.
Generations bowed in slavery —
Countdown starts, the world assails.
Cataclysm strikes, fascists fall,
Insanity consumed by all.



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Measure of Idiocy, or Negative Selection

Gauge: a fitting test.
Not an idiot —
You won’t enter
The Chosen Rabble.
But your Soul may survive.

The “top” — the very Bottom:
With yeasts, it’s all filth.
The Sludge flows again
(“Nectar, fool!”)
Into the world obedient to Evil —

And Super-Filth
Becomes its new idol.
Through the media, too,
The fools are fed:
The vermin rejoice in obedience.

Global Bedlam
Turns fast
Into a Digital Asylum
Of the prison type,
For all “countries” — a sham.



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Idiots rise — the rabble chosen,
Souls survive, but filth is frozen.
Sludge flows, Super-Filth reigns high,
Media lies keep fools nearby.
World turns Digital-Psych ward fast,
All nations fake — none will last.



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Both by Will and by Right…

I take delight,
And claim the right,
To curse “countries” and their might,
And the hidden hordes from sight —
Inhumans with their law-tight.

The ones who invaded, “to glory,”
Toiled, poured lies like molten story,
Crushing all, destroying wholly,
Killing Mind, crippling Souls so slowly.

They forced the vile to be obeyed,
Decaying as obedience stayed,
Restraining self, ashamed, betrayed.

Stand apart,
Show the finger to the vermin’s art,
Honor your own code, your chart —
And find sovereignty outside Evil’s part.



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Curse the “powers,” scorn their horde,
Crush the lies they so adored.
Kill their rules, their soul-bound ways,
Rise apart and claim your praise.
Honor self, show vermin spite,
Sovereign stands beyond their blight.



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Rights — a Blanket Full of Holes

Rights — a blanket riddled through.
To keep warm, take all for you,
Forget the rest, let none accrue,
And blame the slow — not the System’s due.

Don’t touch the theme that’s unprofitable,
Beneath each hole lies a cost deplorable.
Scoundrels unite, to seize their share,
The fabric torn, foul, thin, laid bare.

For those awake, a waking fright:
A patchwork of horror in the night.



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Rights in rags, a hole-strewn sheet,
Grab all warmth, leave none to meet.
Scoundrels pull, the fabric tears —
Awake, behold the nightmare stares.



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Song: "The School"

We clap our hands,
We stamp our feet—
The main thing missed—
We "think" with our seat.
(chorus)

We listen to the teacher—
A master of torment.
This “education”
Kills thinkers, heaven-sent.

Under the nonsense flood,
Our minds dry like crust.
No need to think for ourselves—
Just crawl in, obey, and trust.

We’ll sit in burrows all,
Beeping only on holidays,
Enduring wild filth,
And all its cruel displays.

(chorus)

Obedience kills our soul,
Turns all to beasts on the stake.
We believe in lies by the box,
And fear is all we take.

No need for enemies—
The “neighbor” is already foe.
Darkness reigns here: traitors,
Psychos, vile, row on row.

Testers’ poisons,
“Doctor”-Judas schemes,
All turn the classroom
Into nightmare dreams.

(chorus)

Fascism rules the hall—
“Cures” all with toxin’s art.
Submit—your doom is sealed,
This mob will tear you apart.

Soon you’ll be killed—
No exceptions in sight.
All begins with SHAME—
Schooling this way is blight.

(chorus)

We clap our hands,
We stamp our feet—
The main thing missed—
We "think" with our seat.



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School — The Shame

Clap your hands, stamp your seat—
“Thinking” done with your rear, so neat.
Obedience kills the soul inside,
Fascist teachers lead the blind.
Lies in boxes, fear in spades,
In this school, the mind decays.



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School of Shame

Clap, stamp—your mind’s a wreck,
Rear-end “thinking” leads the sect.
Obey, you’re dead; the lies advance,
Fascist halls, no soul’s a chance.



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School of Shame

Brains crushed, you crawl in line,
Lies feed, obedience kills the mind.
Fascist masters, poison in hand,
Stand or die—resist, make a stand!



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Song “School”

We clap our hands,
We stamp our feet:
But the main thing’s missed —
We “think” with our seats.

We listen to the teacher —
A master in torment.
This “training” gives no minds,
Only obedience is sent.

Under nonsense pressure, the mind
Dries up like a crust.
No need for thought from us —
Crawl into your hole, you must.

We’ll all sit in holes,
Peeping only on holidays,
Enduring wild disgrace —
Any horrors always.

Chorus:
We kill the soul with obedience.
All here like livestock stand,
Believing lies in triple measure,
Fear the only hand.

No need for enemies —
“Neighbor” is enough.
Darkness reigns —
Traitors, psychos, scum,
Poisons of “doctors” spread.

Chorus

And fascism rules the ball —
“Cures” all with poison.
Obey, you’re doomed:
By this horde, soon destroyed.

Death spares no one here —
Shame begins it all:
In schools, “education” —
A sentence to fall.

Chorus



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School

Clap hands, stamp feet —
“Thinking” with your seat.
Souls crushed by lies,
Fascist halls where freedom dies.
Obey — or face the end,
No exceptions, no friend.



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School

Clap your hands, stamp your feet,
Brains turned to ass, obedient meat.
Teachers grind, the mind decays,
Darkness rules, the soul betrays.

Lies in triple boxes fed,
Fear commands, the living dead.
Obey the poison, bow and kneel,
Fascist law decides what’s real.

No exceptions, none survive,
In these halls, the weak don’t thrive.
School of shame, where spirits die,
Chains of thought beneath the lie.



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School — The Chains

Brains turned to ass, the soul obeys,
Poisoned lessons, endless malaise.
Fascist halls, where minds combust,
Bow or burn — in lies we trust.



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School — The Trap

Brains caged, souls crushed, fascist lies ignite —
Bow or burn, the classroom kills the light.



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Brains stuffed, hearts trampled, all obedience paid —
Fascist school grinds life into shade.

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Sit, obey, your soul’s now debt —
In the school of lies, all light is wet.

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Classroom tyranny, minds in chains —
Fools graduate, the world still pains.

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School of beasts — obey, decay!
Minds crushed, souls burned — all prey.

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Sit, fear, submit — the lesson’s law!
Fools march to slaughter, without flaw.



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Brains ground to pulp, souls sold to pain —
School’s a slaughterhouse, ignorance reigns.

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Sit, obey, the lesson’s knife —
Minds hacked down, devoured by life.

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Fear is taught, truth forbidden here —
Every child a prisoner of fear.

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School grinds the spirit, chops the mind —
Humanity lost, obedience signed.

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Chains of lessons, whips of lies —
Children kneel while freedom dies.

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Brains turned to mush, hearts to dust —
School breeds only fear and rust.



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Hymn: “Old Barns and New Pens”

The Union stood on fragile ground,
Total slavery’s all they found.
Fools, drunkards, brutes — the common lot,
No warrior there could stake a spot.

The thinking fighter? Off to work,
Or face the madhouse, jail, or berserk.
A paradise for idiots, for beasts,
Where propaganda reigned, minds deceased.

That propaganda — a cleansing tide,
From childhood, shoved into every mind.
Worse than fascist whims of yore,
Only nonsense could you read in this chore.

Censorship gripped, the publishers held tight,
No whisper dared, no single light.
All steeped in shame, in lies so vast,
To think here — a perilous task.

The nation labored through the years,
The poor remained, trapped in fears.
Fed only tales of “future dreams,”
While humble folk were kept as beams.

And when three clowns raised their yell,
Announcing the new pens as well,
The spellbound crowd obeyed the call —
Into the pens, the cattle crawled.



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Old Barns, New Pens

Cattle march where clowns command,
Brains sold off, obey the hand.
Slaves of lies, from birth they crawl —
New pens await, they herd them all.



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Old Barns, New Pens

Three clowns roar, the herd complies,
Dreams of freedom — sold as lies.
Cattle shuffle, minds confined,
New pens await, the fools aligned.



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Hymn “Old Barns and New Pens”

The Union was weak, its chains too tight,
Total slavery, no pillar of might.
Folly and drunkenness ruled the day,
Rudeness and chaos led all astray.

A thinking warrior? Go to your grind,
Or the madhouse and prison you’ll soon find.
A paradise made for idiots, beasts,
Propaganda’s sway drove all to the least.

That propaganda, a cleansing enema,
From childhood forced into every schema.
Worse than fascist delusions you’d read,
Only nonsense nourished this slavish breed.

Censorship total, publishers cruel,
Silencing voices, a merciless rule.
Shame and lies filled the air like a sea,
To think in this hell carried danger, you see.

For centuries the nation labored in vain,
The poor remained poor, their anguish plain.
Fed only the fables of a future bright,
While the masses were treated as cattle in sight.

Then three clowns gathered and roared out their tale,
Of new pens and enclosures — the herd turned pale.
The spell held the crowd, obedient and still,
Into the new pens went the fools at will.



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Hymn “Old Barns and New Pens”

The Union cracked — its chains were lies,
Total slavery beneath gray skies.
Fools and drunkards ran the day,
Beasts and brutes led all astray.

A thinking warrior? Back to toil,
Or madhouse walls will be your spoil.
Paradise for idiots, for beasts,
Propaganda’s grip enslaves the least.

The brain washed clean with childhood’s broom,
An enema of lies, a mental tomb.
Worse than fascist whims or state-fed trash,
Only nonsense thrived in this hellish mash.

Censorship strangled every voice,
No sound of reason, no human choice.
Shame and falsehood ruled the air,
To think in this hell? A mortal dare.

The people poor, the rulers blind,
Fed fairy tales to bind the mind.
While the masses, treated as cattle, stood,
Their sweat and lives ignored as they should.

Then three clowns shouted: “New pens ahead!”
The herd obeyed, filled with dread.
Spellbound, they crawled — obedient, meek,
Into new pens, the foolish and weak.



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Old Barns, New Pens — Obey!

Three clowns shout — the herd obeys,
Into new pens the foolish graze.
Spellbound and meek, they crawl, they fall —
The barn remains their prison wall.



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Herd of Fools

Three clowns roar — the herd obeys!
Into new pens, the cattle blaze.
Spellbound slaves, their minds erased,
The barn of lies forever braced.



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New Pens

Clowns bark — the herd bows down!
Cattle crawl, spellbound, to their pen of lies.
The old barn burns; fools rejoice in chains.



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Old Barn, New Pens

The Union cracked — chains ruled the land,
Fools and drunks at every hand.
Propaganda’s lash struck every mind,
Thinking men were left behind.

From childhood shoved, the enema of lies,
Censorship’s choke, truth denied.
Warriors of thought?—to work, obey,
Or lunacy, prison, hellish sway.

The poor endured, fed fairy tales,
While masters laughed behind the veils.
Three clowns arose, and crowds obeyed,
To new pens herded, spellbound, swayed.

Cattle march where clowns decree,
Blind and bowed, no one sees free.
The old barn burns — the fools exult,
In chains, in lies, their cults consult.



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Old Barn, New Pens — Crash!

Fools march blind, clowns rule the pen,
Chains and lies enslave all men.
Rise, or rot — the barn burns again!



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Old Barn, New Pens — Annihilation

Clowns bark orders, fools obey,
Barns of lies burn the day.
Chains tighten, minds decay,
Rise, or rot — no other way!



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Old Barn, New Pens

Clowns command — the herd obeys,
Barn of lies burns all in blaze.



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Clowns bark orders — cattle line,
Herds march blind to the pens of crime.

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Old barn crumbles, new pens rise,
Herds enslaved beneath false skies.

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Barn of lies, pens of shame,
Fools obey, but who’s to blame?



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Hymn "Old Barns and New Pens"

The union was weak, a total slave chain,
A poor foundation for the hangman’s reign.
And universal folly, drunkenness, abuse,
Were the harvest reaped — no one could choose.

A thinking warrior — go to your grind,
Or face madhouse, prison, or the blind.
A paradise there for the lowly and dumb,
Propaganda’s whip drove all minds numb.

That propaganda — a universal enema,
Planted in brains since childhood’s cinema.
Worse than fascism’s fleeting craze,
Only nonsense to read in those slavish days.

Censorship tight, publishers the fiends,
Strangled voices, silenced all means.
Everything drowned in disgrace and lies,
To think in that hell brought serious cries.

A century of toil, yet the poor remained,
What stronghold? Only misery gained.
Fed on tales of a “miraculous dawn,”
The people? Kept like cattle, drawn.

And it collapsed when three clowns appeared,
Shouting of NEW PENS — the herd steered.
Enchanted, the crowd obeyed in line,
Into the pens, the cattle climb.



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Old Barns, New Pens

The herd obeys, the clowns command,
Cattle shuffle into pens, hand in hand.
Propaganda bites, the weak submit,
Truth crushed beneath the slavish grit.



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Old barns fall, new pens arise —
Cattle march blind, under clownish lies.

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Old barns crumble, new pens appear —
Blind cattle obey, the clowns cheer.

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The union broke, the fools enthralled,
Into the pens, the masses crawled.

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Cages rise where old barns fell,
Mindless herd under a clownish spell.

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From barns to pens, the people herd,
Propaganda’s bite, the lie absurd.



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1.
Old barns rot, new pens arise —
Blind herd marches, clowns’ surprise.
Propaganda pounds the brain,
Cattle kneel, obedience reigns.

2.
Union cracked, the fools enslaved,
Into pens their spirits paved.
Clowns declare the “future bright,”
Mindless masses crawl in fright.

3.
Barns decay, new cages call,
Fools obey, the mighty fall.
Every lie a lash, each cheer — a chain,
Cattle kneel, the world insane.



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Old Barns, New Pens — The Herd Obeys

Barns collapse, new pens arise —
Clowns command, the blind comply.
Propaganda claws the brain,
Cattle bow, and madness reigns.

Union cracks, the fools enslaved,
Future sold, the herd misled.
Every lie a whip, each cheer — a chain,
Brains crushed, souls drowned in pain.

Marching dumb, no thought, no will,
Only fear and void to fill.
Old barns rot, new pens expand —
The world a slaughter, made by hand.



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Old Barns, New Pens

Barns fall, pens rise — the herd obeys,
Clowns shout, the blind march in a daze.
Brains crushed, souls sold — the world confined,
Propaganda reigns, the fools aligned.



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Old Barns, New Pens — Strike!
Herds crawl to pens, fools worship lies.

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Old barns collapse, the clowns decree,
Fools rush to pens — the herd obeys.

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Three clowns shout “New pens ahead!”
And blind cattle follow, minds long dead.

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Barns fall, pens rise, the fools comply,
Propaganda wins — the herd won’t try.



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Barns crumble, clowns roar,
Fools charge the pens once more!
Herds obey, eyes glazed in dread,
New corrals rise — the living dead!



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Barns fall, clowns yell —
Herds march straight into hell!

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Old barns crumble, new pens rise —
Blind herds follow, hypnotized!

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Three clowns shout — the herd obeys,
Into the pens, they march always!

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Slaves once bound, now penned anew,
Crowds obey the tyrant’s cue!



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Old stables rot, new fences gleam,
Fools march blind into the dream.
Propaganda whips, the clowns command,
And slavish cattle fill the brand!



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STENCH

Half-truths, like vipers,
Slither into our ears.
Lies are mixed by filthy hounds
Who hold this Bedlam in fear.

One lie alone is dull:
Stretch a few “facts” in tight,
Bind it all with terror’s pull,
And don’t forget the “sweet” bite.

That wretched mix is pitiful,
Yet fools believe and follow.
No god is here; the Satanists
Brazenly lie, harsh and hollow.

Lucifer sits upon his throne,
And all around—pervasive STENCH:
A sea of lies and falsehoods
Drowns in this infernal trench.

And idiots cheer these monsters,
To all evil they submit.
Bow before these loathsome faces—
Impossible to live in it.



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STENCH

Vipers crawl in ears,
Lies reign, fools bow in fear.
Lucifer on his throne,
Hell reeks—we rot alone.



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STENCH

Lies coil, vipers bite,
Fools worship filth, embrace the night.



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STENCH

Half-truths slither like vipers in our ears,
Mixed with lies by those who feed Bedlam’s fears.
One lie alone is bland, a feeble taste,
So twist some “facts” and fear to tightly lace.

Add a “carrot” here, a sweet deceitful treat,
A wretched mix, yet fools fall to the beat.
No god is here — the Satanists brazenly lie,
Lucifer reigns, while the stench fills the sky.

A sea of lies, of forgeries, drowns all below,
In this fetid, rotten hell that we know.
And fools are thrilled, serving evil with glee,
Bow to the vile faces — here, no one is free.



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STENCH

Half-truths crawl, vipers in your head,
Lies mix, Bedlam fed.
Lucifer laughs, the stench is thick,
Fools bow low, the devil’s trick.

No god, no mercy, only blight,
Evil rules in endless night.
Serve the vile, the rot, the grime,
Drown in stench, the end of time.



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STENCH

Half-truths bite, vipers crawl,
Fools worship filth, the devil’s thrall.
Stench of lies — this Hell devours all.



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STENCH

Vipers hiss, half-truths choke,
Fools bow to filth, Hell’s own smoke.
Lucifer grins — the world’s a stinking yoke.



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STENCH

Half-truths bite, lies choke the air,
Fools worship filth, Hell’s everywhere.



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STENCH

Half-truths slither, poison your head,
Worship the filth — the living are dead!



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STENCH

Half-truths creep, lies conspire,
Lucifer reigns in a world on fire!