Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè: 16501-17000
Îáùåìèðîâàÿ Íè÷òîæíîñòü
Ñòðåìëåíüå ê Íåâîçìîæíîñòè
×ðåç ñòðàõ è áîëü, ëîæü, ñòûä
Åñòü âûõîä èç Íè÷òîæíîñòè,
 êîòîðîé Äóõ óáèò,
Óìèøêî ñòàë ïàðîäèåé
Íà êàêòóñà ïðåäåë
Ñîçíàíèÿ. Ñ óðîäàìè
Õëåáàòü ×óøü, Áåñïðåäåë
Ïðèíÿâ çà îáóñòðîéñòâî
Ìèðêà, ÷òî îáðå÷¸í, —
Ïëàíèäà äëÿ ÓÑÒÐÎÉÑÒÂÀ:
Ðàá â Ñõåìó Çëà âêëþ÷¸í
Ñ ðîæäåíüÿ è äî ñìåðòè.
 íåé Íåâîçìîæíîñòü ãëþê.
Äóøå óñòàâøåé âåðü òû,
×óðàÿñü ïîäëûõ ñóê —
Ïðîäàæíûõ, áîÿçëèâûõ
È ëåãêîâåðíûõ òîëï,
Âñåãäà èùà ðàçðûâû
 Çëà Ñõåìå. Áóäåò òîëê?
Çàáóäü! Òî Òüìû øàáëîíû —
Ïðèáûòîê è "óñïåõ".
Âíà÷àëå âëàñòü Ìàìîíû,
Ëæè, ñòðàõîâ ïîä îðåõ
Ðàçäåëàé — è ðàçðûâû
Óâèäèøü âäàëåêå.
Íå ñòàíåøü òû "ñ÷àñòëèâûì":
Äâèæåíüå íàëåãêå
Ê Ïðîðûâó åñòü íàãðàäà —
Åäèíàÿ âî Òüìå.
Âñå ñèëû â ýòî íàäî
Âëîæèòü — èëü ñìåðòü â Äåðüìå
Ïîçîðíàÿ ïðåäñòàíåò
Èòîãîì òåðïåæà
Ìèðêà Ôàøèñòêîé Ñðàíè
 Çàâåñå ****åæà.
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Psychoviruses
Legions of sell-out, corrupted deceivers
March the nations to chaos and war.
It may look like a joke of dark schemers —
But the psy-viruses strike us far more.
They don’t blast with the steel of a cannon,
They assault the awareness, the mind:
Turn a neighbor to hostile, inhuman,
Make him foe where a friend you should find.
Crowd behavior’s their favorite study —
Just to bend, to enslave, to control.
They implant psycho-viruses crudely —
Cheaper far than the slaughter of all.
Take that “super-chain” lie they created,
Like a virus of sheep for the herd:
It’s a cage for the brain, suffocated,
It’s the murder of thought by a word.
And the simpler ones lead us to nothing,
Steal attention from matters that burn.
Through the ages, the sub-human bluffing
Keeps the masses too blind to discern.
Few survive such attacks of infection —
Most are crippled in spirit and head.
Like a wheel, the illusion’s direction
Spins us faster, on lies we are fed.
But unlike the strong squirrel’s endurance,
We grow weaker — with stress, with disease.
Cattle-minds bow in blind reassurance,
While psychoviruses spread as they please.
Break away from their global deceptions,
Find the living, the strong, and unite.
Only truth is the final protection —
Else you’ll perish, a lunatic wight.
Soon the “states” — every fake institution —
Will collapse with their liars inside.
Dragged from holes, their last grim execution:
On the Red Cross they’ll hang crucified.
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1.
Psychoviruses bite through the brain —
Chains of cattle, obedience, pain.
2.
Truth is banned, but the virus commands —
Crowds collapse in the liars’ hands.
3.
Not by guns — by illusions they kill,
Twist your mind and enslave your will.
4.
Break their lies or be buried alive —
Only truth lets a spirit survive.
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1.
Smash the lies — or die as a slave!
2.
Kill the virus — or dig your own grave!
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Western “Psychology”
“How illusions lure — they spare us pain
and trade the hurt for hollow gain.”
— Sigmund Freud
Like fixing wheels on a deadass donkey,
polish it up, make the goods look wonky —
That’s how they market “knowledge” neat,
dress rotten truth in a smiling sheet.
A cosmetic blush — then smear the sores
with filth and paste the old wounds o’er,
until the beast is dull and tame,
a blunt, dead ass — the perfect aim.
Stubborn must the donkey be —
so he’ll pay the toll and bend the knee.
We’ll fit him jaws and ears, contrived,
so he will listen — be connived
to swallow every pretty lie,
and think he’s reached a heaven-high.
With that fabricated bite and sound
he’ll maul the neighbors all around.
Such asses will the weak expunge,
the surplus mouths they’ll quickly sponge.
We’ll bolt the wheels and rig the reins
to cut away those useless chains.
We’ll point a fake-disease regime
— a camp to purge the gullible dream.
Needles, vials: it’s “sanity”
to poison off the dull-born throng,
rather than wage a world-wide war
with slaughter, fire and global gore.
Those asses earn no better fate —
their heads are broken, minds too late.
We craft the catastrophe: the mass
is dumbed down by the themes we pass —
our “talmud” lessons, curriculum’s art,
designed to stupefy from the start.
We curate school-books, steer the play,
so children act this farce from day-1 of their days.
All this — in other words — is plain:
the slow, mechanical genocide.
We are the sarcoma, inward spread;
by it the Mind lies dead.
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1.
Dead donkeys crowned with “wisdom” hats —
This is their science: breeding rats.
2.
They drug the mind, they farm the weak —
Genocide masked as “truth” they speak.
3.
Not war, but schooling kills the head —
Illusions rule — the spirit’s dead.
4.
Their “psychology” is rot and fraud —
It slays the mind, it spits on God.
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1. Kill the lie — or the lie kills you.
2. Their “science” is genocide.
3. Psychovirus = death of mind.
4. Break the spell — or rot as cattle.
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1. Smash the lie — save the mind!
2. Burn the fraud — rise alive!
3. Break their chains — breathe as Man!
4. Kill the virus — claim the Light!
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1. Tear down the lie — or be torn apart!
2. No mercy for frauds — the mind is our sword!
3. Burn their thrones of rot and fear!
4. Rise, or be trampled like cattle in chains!
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1. Smash!
2. Burn!
3. Rise!
4. Break!
5. Kill!
6. Fight!
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1.
Smash! Burn!
Break! Turn!
Rise! Fight!
Claim the Light!
2.
Kill! Crush!
Strike! Rush!
Stand! Roar!
Mind — no more a whore!
3.
Smash the lie!
Fight or die!
Burn the chains!
Rise again!
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Rise! Smash! Burn!
Break the chains — take back the mind!
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Trojans
A psychovirus — a Trojan seed:
nonsense hammered in from childhood days.
Zombified mobs of every fake-state breed
feed on these tricks, and fall in their plays.
Propaganda needs no counter-voice —
it’s theatre: staged, rehearsed, and run.
If some cracked fool in the “party” rejoices,
that theme must spread — no stopping, none.
And “parties” dine from one dark purse,
to flood the mind with rubbish, to tame.
So all those bastards bow and curse —
obedient scum that answer to name.
False politicians — a queasy show,
a circus for the last, deluded pawns,
for whom any filth will neatly go
into the box of “good” or “wrong” at dawns.
Always sell the sex — make sales seductive;
and shout “Success!” — a stench in bloom.
That “success” is dung, false and productive,
it breeds the rot that eats minds to the tomb.
Forge a fake self-image; make them praise
the shallow masks the market feeds.
Those fools will worship in a daze,
while conscience dies and purses breed.
Push the blackened stories everywhere —
“kindness” won’t sell, so toss it out.
Entertain, devour, and hawk despair;
that commerce is their primal, sinful clout.
Everything is lying through and through —
psy;terror aims, in purpose plain:
to turn us into beasts, a filthy stew,
a heap that only fire should stain.
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Trojans feed on minds — they sell our souls.
Success is dung; false heroes play the roles.
Break the stage, burn the mask — reclaim the light.
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Truth-Lovers
Only poets, bloggers, writers,
The lonely, persecuted few,
Speak the truth. Not traitors are lacking —
Evil is hidden, but always in view.
Evil slithers into our souls, a slick beast,
Lies become the common, daily feast.
The inhuman thrive where Darkness grows,
Though these scum remain hidden, no one knows.
The lashes of lies whip us raw,
Streams of falsehood strike like a law.
But do not tremble, stand your ground,
Let your defiance be the sound.
Relentlessly expose each lie,
Multiply truth — let Darkness cry.
Let despair accompany your fight —
It marks the path that’s truly right.
Only in struggle comes enlightenment’s flame,
Unyielding will is the warrior’s claim.
Above all — RESISTANCE, hold it high,
Only the spirit-strong can reach the sky.
The lashes of lies whip us raw,
Streams of falsehood strike like a law.
But do not tremble, stand your ground,
Let your defiance be the sound.
Relentlessly expose each lie,
Multiply truth — let Darkness cry.
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1.
Expose the lies!
Multiply the truth!
Strike the Darkness!
Stand unbowed!
2.
Lies lash, but we endure —
Truth is our sword, resistance pure.
3.
Defy the evil!
Hold the flame!
Resist, persist —
Remember your name!
4.
Whip the lies!
Raise the light!
Fight with spirit,
Unyielding might!
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Resist! Expose! Multiply the Truth!
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Nonsense
Across the world, all people know
Nothing but nonsense, shallow and low.
The inhuman breed it, feed the filth,
Fostering rot with secretive guilt.
Here, for centuries, censorship reigns,
Artists are hunted, honor wanes.
Only shoddy work wears the crown,
A nauseous smoke of lies drifts down.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
In tiny print, the Spirit’s sparks
Reach a few, to light the dark.
But vile types make the fools shiver,
Thrill in the fear that lies deliver.
Scum on stage, in cinema’s glare,
These are elites, foul beyond repair.
Each proud of treachery’s embrace,
Filth on filth, a vile disgrace.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
In the internet’s filthy heap
Falsehoods crawl, the lies run deep.
Stand firm if you seek what’s true,
To dig through lies, the brave pursue.
Feed in foulness, reap the wrath,
Sifting waste — a hellish path.
Only teachings of Spirit guide
The wise, to keep their soul inside.
The battle with Evil rages on,
Nonsense fails where the fight is drawn.
The vile will perish, rot in their den,
If you stay true, defend the ken.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
La-la-la-la-la-la-la, the Earth drowns in lies.
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1.
The Earth drowns in lies —
Rise, expose, destroy the lies!
2.
Nonsense reigns, but we fight back —
Spirit sharp, we cut the black.
3.
Dig through lies, find the spark,
Shine the truth into the dark.
4.
Filth will rot, the faithful rise,
Truth survives where evil dies.
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Rise! Expose! Destroy the Lies!
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Bleating
The DEVIL of nature replaced
By “laws” of the net imposed.
Freaks now march toward the end —
The path of ruin fully closed.
Behind the web — vivisection,
Behind the lies — a genocide.
“Heavenly inspection” burns
All this Shame that men have plied.
For the Spirit’s decomposition,
For the betrayal of the Roots,
For NON-THINKING — the bleating
Of sheep, the donkeys’ brutes.
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Bleating of fools — we strike!
Expose the lies, burn the shame!
Break the herd, reclaim the mind!
The Spirit survives — unbound, unchained!
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“Understanding”
Understanding, even in verse,
Here is almost impossible to reach:
Many have become outright fools,
And are used to being fed pure screech!
Rotting nonsense in concrete jungles,
Savages there — both fierce and dull.
Speak the truth — they roast on coals:
Chiefs and shamans are always cruel.
Rude, brazen, vile, relentless,
Nauseating, trapped, a hopeless scene.
TOTAL LIES rule with no repentance —
Turning men to beasts, soon all obscene.
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Feed no fools with lies!
Expose the rot, strike the cruel!
Truth alone survives the jungle!
Break the herd, reclaim the mind!
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Veterinary Carrion
All those cops who served the fascist hosts —
In these unreal times it's time to pardon most.
They saved their skins; they served for pay and prey —
To crawl for coin is lower than the sewer's way.
Many know the score, yet for a full note's price
They'll syringe obedient sheep, roll the dice.
We must review the punishments anew —
Reprimand and lash the traitors, not the few.
Traitors swarm — it's work, a practiced trade.
So some might even win rewards they've made.
The madness loops — the World of Fools is plain;
It’s time to burn it down again — wipe out the stain.
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Flocks
Sheep go “baa!”
All lambs “maa!”
The dogs bark “woof!”
The shepherd is truth.
The master — a fiend:
The flock rejoices, keen,
All set — for slaughter’s ploy.
Only the DEVIL stands with you…
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Sheep bleat! Dogs bark!
The flock obeys — all for the slaughter!
Only the Devil stands with you!
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Pseudo;Science
They shaved their fees on DDT — the scum, the bought degrees,
“Proved harmless, proved effective” — their papers full of grease.
Those “scientists,” those beasts — they answered with a grin:
They propped the whole foundation up on lies and sin.
The buyer pays in liver, kidneys, genes that fail and rot,
A poisoned toll still paid — the cost counted, cold and hot.
The vermin now rehearse new scenes upon that sordid stage,
Their chorus of deceit performs — the theater of rage.
Now false viruses wear fascist vogue — they’ll “justify” each burp
Of wicked devils’ offal, every filthy, piousurp.
Their task — to blast the brain away, to clear the sane and free,
To brand the docile, gullible as cattle, dumb as we.
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Quack “science” sells the poison — scum in lab coats cheer.
They trade our brains for profit; we pay in blood and fear.
Expose the fraud, burn the stage — reclaim the mind, stand clear.
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Ìíîãîãîëîâûé äðàêîí Åäèíîãî Âñåìèðíîãî Çëà
"ß ìèð ñðàâíèë ñåãîäíÿ
Ñ îãðîìíûì ïàóêîì —
Âñ¸ âðåìÿ ëîæü ïëåò¸ò îí áåç ïðè÷èíû,
È ñêîëüêî íóæíî ñêèíóòü ïàóòèíû,
×òîá ÿñíûì âçîðîì ïîñìîòðåòü êðóãîì!
ß ïóòû îäîëåë (îäíàæäû ïîâåçëî!),
À ÷òî îòêðûëîñü ìíå — è ãîâîðèòü íå ñòîèò.
Äà, íà çåìëå áîðüáà —
Çëî áîðåòñÿ ñî çëîì...
Äîáðî æå ÷òî-òî ïîòèõîíüêó ñòðîèò".
Àëåêñàíäð Òèõîìèðîâ.
Ïîñòðîèøü ÷òî-òî, ñåêòó èëü "êîëõîç",
Äåñòðóêöèÿ âïîëçàåò òèõîé ñàïîé
Ñ ïèãìåÿìè — è âñ¸ èä¸ò âðàçíîñ
È ñíîâà íàïðî÷ü ïîïàäàåò â ëàïû
Ñâåðõ-Çëà, ÷òî áîðåòñÿ âñåãäà ÷ðåç äóðü,
Âîîðóæèâ å¸ òëåòâîðíîé ëîæüþ.
Åäèíî Çëî — áîëüøîé äðàêîí ñðåäü áóðü
Èñêóññòâåííûõ, äèõîòîìèé ïîäëîæíûõ.
Âíîâü êðèêíåò Çâåðÿ ãîëîâà: "Âïåð¸ä!",
Äðóãàÿ "â ñòðàõå" âîåò: "Çàùèùàéñÿ!"
È ñíîâà âåðèò ×óøè ãëóïûé ñáðîä.
Çàêîí÷åí áåñïðåäåë; "Íàðîä, ïîêàéñÿ!" —
Âåùàåò "ìóäðàÿ". Ïîâòîðàì íåò ÷èñëà,
Íî ïðèóêðàñÿò !ÂѨ! ïðîäàæíûå ïîäîíêè,
Ðàçìàçàâ â ìèôàõ Êëèî âñå äåÿíüÿ Çëà
Âî âðåìåíè, â ïðîñòðàíñòâå ìèìèêðèè ïë¸íêîé.
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Âîçâðàò ê èñòîêàì èëü â ïåíàòû
Ðîäíûå — òÿãîñòíûé ïðîöåññ:
È òàì äðóãèå, è èíîé òû —
Òëåòâîðåí ïñåâäîæèçíè ïðåññ.
Çàáûòû ïðåæíèå ïîðûâû,
À îòóïåíèå çàêîí
Ïî÷òè âñåîáùèé — ñ ïåðåðûâîì
Íà îïîøëåíüå. Ãîíÿò âîí
Ñî âðåìåíåì ê áàáëó ïîìåõè,
À ýòî ëó÷øåå âñåãäà, —
È íàáëþäàåòñÿ óñïåõè
Ëèøü â ñôåðàõ íóäíîãî òðóäà.
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Ìåòîäè÷êè îò âûñøåãî íà÷àëüñòâà
Ðåêîìåíäàöèè ëåïèëàì,
Ïðîïàãàíäîíàì, ñâåðõó ÷òî,
Íåîòâðàòèìî èõ â äåáèëîâ
Ìåíÿþò. Èõ êëèåíò íè÷òî
 âîççðåíèÿõ ÒÂÀÐÜß, ÷òî ïðàâèò
Íà÷àëüñòâîì èõíèì, ïîòîìó
Âíèç ïî öåïî÷êå ÿäîì òðàâÿò:
Òîêñèíû — â òåëî, ëîæü — óìó.
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Ôèëüòð äëÿ ìûñëåé, ÷òî âïåíäþðÿò
 øêîëå, ÂÓÇå: íå ïðîéäóò
Ìûñëè òå, ÷òî ÷óæäû øêóðå.
È ñî âðåìåíåì äîáüþò
Ôèëüòðû, ñõåìû è øàáëîíû
Ïîâåäåíèÿ â òîëïå
Íàâûê ìûñëèòü. À ëæè òîííû
Óêðåïÿò â òóïîì ðàáå
Ñàìîìíåíèå áîëüøîå —
Ïðÿìî äóðêè ãåíåðàë!
Ïîêîëåíèå ãíèëîå
Íûíå — íèæå ÄÍÈÙÀ ìèð â Ëæè ïàë.
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Êðåñò íàâîçíîé ìóõè
"Òîëüêî ÷åëîâåê ñîïðîòèâëÿåòñÿ íàïðàâëåíèþ ãðàâèòàöèè: åìó ïîñòîÿííî õî÷åòñÿ ïàäàòü ââåðõ".
Ôðèäðèõ Íèöøå.
"Ïàäàòü ââåðõ"... Áåçóìåí Íèöøå:
 ïåðåâ¸ðòûøå-ìèðêå
Äóðíÿì Áåçäíà âåðõîì ìíèòñÿ.
À ÂÇËÅÒÀÅØÜ íàëåãêå
 Ñôåðû Äóõà, íå-âåñîìîñòü
 ÷óæäîì òåëå îáðåòÿ
 ïñåâäîæèçíè, íå ñìèðåííîñòü
Ïåñòóÿ — ÷ðåç Ëîæü ëåòÿ
Ê ÷èñòîé ìûñëè: Êðûëüÿ Äóõà
Îòðàñòàþò ëèøü òîãäà,
È â ÏÐÎÖÅÑÑÅ. ×àñòî ìóõà
Ïîëó÷àåòñÿ, êîãäà
Íå íàâîçîì !ÂѨ! ñ÷èòàåøü,
À äîñòîéíûì ÷òîá ïðèñåñòü:
Ýòèì âåñ òû îáðåòàåøü —
Ïàäàòü "ââåðõ" òîãäà òâîé êðåñò.
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Ñ Äí¸ì ó÷èòåëÿ! Æåëàþ
Âñïîìèíàòü áûëûå äíè:
Ñðåäè øóìà, ãàìà, õàþ
Ðåäêèõ óìíèêîâ öåíè.
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The Proof Machine
The Proof Machine keeps roaring, flawless and loud,
Its gears of deceit impressing the crowd.
With the dull propaganda’s monotonous wail,
It turns every mind into meat for sale.
Keep yelling “Science has proved it all!” —
And fools will swallow the filth you call
A fact. Any vomit, well wrapped and neat,
Becomes “the truth” that the dead souls eat.
The addicts of nonsense will slurp and nod —
They’ll praise the absurd, they’ll worship the fraud.
For idiots live by rehearsed refrains,
And never look past their prefab chains.
Since childhood they’ve learned the art of deceit —
Manipulated minds are sweet.
The river of lies keeps scarring the brain:
These vermin can’t breathe without deceit’s stain.
The grants go to garbage, to nonsense awards,
The Shnobels for freaks — the lunatic hordes.
They serve the decay, those hollowed men,
Pushing their madness again and again.
No science remains — just rotting deceit
That built its throne on the bones of the street.
“Researchers”? No — they’re whores of decay,
Dooming the world in their filthy way.
The scum who designed this fraud so long
Keep tightening chains, prolonging the wrong.
They dull the people, they grind their will,
Reducing the masses to compost — still.
And shining example: that sheepish “virus,”
Proved by the idiot box to inspire us.
The TV devours the leftover brains,
While every lie multiplies our chains.
The monsters keep lying — godless and cold,
Destroying the people for power and gold.
Just shout “It’s proven!” — the fools obey,
And lick the boots of their masters today.
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Proof Machine
“Proven!” — they scream, and the herd believes.
Lies grow like tumors — the fool conceives.
Truth burns to ashes, their idols grin —
The Proof Machine keeps grinding sin.
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Burn the Proof
They scream “It’s proven!” — the crowd kneels low.
The cult of numbers puts on a show.
But truth’s a bomb — and when it ignites,
Their “proof machine” goes up in lights.
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Proof = Lie
They proved it — and truth just died.
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Scientific Fact™
They proved the lie — and patted their backs.
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Retribution
Prove lies — and be proved by fire.
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Rise of Truth
The Proof Machine burns — its cogs collapse.
Truth rises roaring from their scraps.
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Inner Proof
Their proofs dissolve — the Light remains.
No mind deceived, no Spirit chained.
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Final Proof
All proofs shall fade — the Light is whole.
No lie can measure the boundless Soul.
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Epilogue
They proved the void — and called it “true.”
The Light just smiled — “I needed you.”
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The Proof Machine
1. Proof Machine
“Proven!” they scream, and the herd believes.
Lies grow like tumors — the fool conceives.
Truth burns to ashes, their idols grin —
The Proof Machine keeps grinding sin.
2. Burn the Proof
They scream “It’s proven!” — the crowd kneels low.
The cult of numbers puts on a show.
But truth’s a bomb — and when it ignites,
Their “proof machine” goes up in lights.
3. Proof = Lie
They proved it — and truth just died.
4. Scientific Fact™
They proved the lie — and patted their backs.
5. Retribution
Prove lies — and be proved by fire.
6. Rise of Truth
The Proof Machine burns — its cogs collapse.
Truth rises roaring from their scraps.
7. Inner Proof
Their proofs dissolve — the Light remains.
No mind deceived, no Spirit chained.
8. Final Proof
All proofs shall fade — the Light is whole.
No lie can measure the boundless Soul.
9. Epilogue
They proved the void — and called it “true.”
The Light just smiled — “I needed you.”
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The Proof Machine
1. Proof Machine
“Proven!” — fools bow.
Lies spread fast, truth dies now.
Idols grin, the herd consumes,
The Proof Machine grinds their tombs.
2. Burn the Proof
“Proven!” — the crowd obeys.
Numbers rule, minds in a daze.
Truth’s a bomb — it shatters the night,
Their machine of lies ignites.
3. Proof = Lie
They proved it — truth is gone.
Fools cheer loud — the brain-dead spawn.
4. Scientific Fact™
Lies certified — backs are patted.
Falsehoods reign — the world corrupted.
5. Retribution
Prove lies — burn in fire.
Every fraud meets the pyre.
6. Rise of Truth
Cogs collapse, lies combust,
Truth rises roaring from the dust.
7. Inner Proof
Proofs dissolve — Light survives.
No deceit, no chained lives.
8. Final Proof
All proofs fade — Light is whole.
No lie can bind the boundless Soul.
9. Epilogue
They proved the void — called it true.
The Light just smiled — “I needed you.”
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Proof Machine
1. Proof Machine
“Proven!” — fools obey.
Lies spread — truth decays.
2. Burn the Proof
Numbers rule, minds in chains.
Truth explodes — their fraud remains.
3. Proof = Lie
They proved it — truth is dead.
Fools cheer loud — their brains misled.
4. Scientific Fact™
Lies certified, backs are patted.
World corrupted, the herd sedated.
5. Retribution
Prove lies — burn in fire.
Fraud meets pyre, no liar’s sire.
6. Rise of Truth
Cogs collapse, lies combust.
Truth roars up from dust.
7. Inner Proof
Proofs dissolve — Light survives.
No deceit, no chained lives.
8. Final Proof
All proofs fade — Light is whole.
No lie binds the boundless Soul.
9. Epilogue
They proved the void — called it true.
The Light just smiled — “I needed you.”
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Proof Machine — Revolution
“Proven!” — fools obey,
Lies spread fast, truth decays.
Numbers rule, minds in chains,
Truth explodes — their fraud remains.
They proved it — truth is dead,
Fools cheer loud — their brains misled.
Lies certified, backs are patted,
World corrupted, the herd sedated.
Prove lies — burn in fire,
Fraud meets pyre, no liar’s sire.
Cogs collapse, lies combust,
Truth roars up from dust.
Proofs dissolve — Light survives,
No deceit, no chained lives.
All proofs fade — Light is whole,
No lie binds the boundless Soul.
They proved the void — called it true,
The Light just smiled — “I needed you.”
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Proof Machine — Full-On Battle March
“Proven!” — fools obey,
Lies crawl, truth decays.
Numbers roar, minds in chains,
Truth explodes — their fraud remains.
They proved it — truth is dead,
Brains misled, fools cheer, misled.
Lies certified, backs are patted,
World corrupted, the herd sedated.
Burn the lies, light the pyre,
Fraud collapses, fire on fire.
Cogs of deceit grind to dust,
Truth ascends — the Light robust.
Proofs dissolve, chains unwind,
No deceit, no dumb confined.
All proofs fade — the Light is whole,
No lie survives the boundless Soul.
Void proclaimed — “It’s true!” they cried,
The Light just laughed — “You played, you tried.”
Rise, O Truth! Crash the Machine!
Tear the veil, burn the obscene!
Every lie — a shattered bone,
Every fraud — a world overthrown!
Fools may cheer, scum may plot,
Light will pierce this tangled lot.
Cogs collapse, illusions die,
Truth roars loud — the Light will fly!
Chains undone, the blind awake,
Lies crumble, the herd will shake.
Proofs destroyed, false gods fall,
The Light consumes — it conquers all!
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Proof Machine
“Proven!” — fools kneel.
Lies crawl, truth dies.
Numbers roar, minds chained.
Fraud explodes, Light reigns.
Truth dead — fools cheer.
Brains misled — lies near.
Fire burns, fraud collapses.
Cogs shatter, Light rises.
Proofs gone — chains break.
No deceit — no fake.
Void called “true” — laughed Light.
Rise! Smash! Truth ignites!
Illusions die — scum fall.
Cogs break — truth calls.
Chains undone — blind awake.
Fraud crushed — Light takes stake!
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Proof Machine — Apocalypse March
“Proven!” — fools obey,
Lies crawl, truth decays.
Numbers roar, minds chained,
Fraud explodes, Light unchained.
Truth dead — fools cheer,
Brains misled — lies near.
Fire burns, fraud shatters,
Cogs collapse — Light matters.
Proofs gone — chains break,
No deceit — no fake.
Void called “true” — laughed Light,
Rise! Smash! Truth ignites!
Illusions die — scum fall,
Cogs break — truth calls.
Chains undone — blind awake,
Fraud crushed — Light takes stake!
“Proven!” — the scream fades,
Lies dissolve — the Light invades.
Every fraud — a shattered bone,
Every lie — a world overthrown!
Rise, O Truth! Crash the Machine!
Tear the veil! Burn the obscene!
Truth roars loud — illusions die,
Light ascends — the false comply!
Cogs of deceit grind to dust,
Fire of truth consumes the rust.
Chains undone, the blind awake,
Fraud crushed — the Light will take!
Void proclaimed — “It’s true!” they cried,
The Light just laughed — “You played, you tried.”
Truth unleashed, the march resounds,
Every falsehood crushed to the ground.
No liar stands, no fool survives,
The Light prevails — it thrives, it drives!
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Proof Machine
“Proven!” — fools kneel.
Lies spread.
Truth dies.
Numbers roar.
Minds chained.
Fraud explodes.
Light rises.
Truth dead.
Fools cheer.
Brains misled.
Fire burns.
Fraud shatters.
Cogs collapse.
Light wins.
Proofs gone.
Chains break.
No deceit.
No fake.
Void called “true.”
Light laughed.
Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites!
Illusions die.
Scum falls.
Chains undone.
Blind awake.
Fraud crushed.
Light takes.
Cogs break.
Truth calls.
Every lie —
Shattered bone.
Every fraud —
World overthrown.
Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine!
Tear veil!
Burn obscene!
Truth roars.
Illusions die.
Light ascends.
False comply.
Cogs grind.
Dust flies.
Chains gone.
Blind rise.
Fraud falls.
Light takes stake.
Void proclaimed.
Light smiled.
Truth unleashed.
March resounds.
Falsehoods crushed.
Ground shakes.
No liar stands.
No fool survives.
The Light prevails.
It drives!
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Proof Machine — Continuous War Cry
“Proven!” fools kneel lies spread truth dies numbers roar minds chained fraud explodes light rises truth dead fools cheer brains misled fire burns fraud shatters cogs collapse light wins proofs gone chains break no deceit no fake void called “true” light laughed rise smash truth ignites illusions die scum falls chains undone blind awake fraud crushed light takes cogs break truth calls every lie shattered bone every fraud world overthrown rise truth crash machine tear veil burn obscene truth roars illusions die light ascends false comply cogs grind dust flies chains gone blind rise fraud falls light takes stake void proclaimed light smiled truth unleashed march resounds falsehoods crushed ground shakes no liar stands no fool survives the light prevails it drives!
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Proof Machine — Performance Battle Hymn
“Pro-ven!” — fools kneel!
Lies spread!
Truth dies!
Num-bers roar!
Minds chained!
Fraud blows!
Light rises!
Truth dead!
Fools cheer!
Brains mis-led!
Fire burns!
Fraud shat-ters!
Cogs break!
Light wins!
Proofs gone!
Chains snap!
No deceit!
No fake!
Void “true”!
Light laughed!
Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites!
Illu-sions die!
Scum falls!
Chains break!
Blind wake!
Fraud crushed!
Light takes!
Cogs crash!
Truth calls!
Ev-ry lie!
Shat-tered bone!
Ev-ry fraud!
World o-ver-thrown!
Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine!
Tear veil!
Burn ob-scene!
Truth roars!
Illu-sions die!
Light ascends!
False comply!
Cogs grind!
Dust flies!
Chains gone!
Blind rise!
Fraud falls!
Light stakes!
Void claimed!
Light smiled!
Truth un-leashed!
March roars!
False crushed!
Ground shakes!
No liar!
No fool!
Light prevails!
It drives!
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Proof Machine — Ultimate Slam Cry
“Pro-ven!” fools kneel!
Lies spread! Truth dies!
Num-bers roar! Minds chained!
Fraud blows! Light rises!
Truth dead! Fools cheer!
Brains mis-led! Fire burns!
Fraud shat-ters! Cogs crash!
Light wins! Proofs gone!
Chains snap! No deceit!
No fake! Void “true”!
Light laughed! Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites! Illu-sions die!
Scum falls! Chains break!
Blind wake! Fraud crushed!
Light takes! Cogs grind!
Truth calls! Ev-ry lie!
Shat-tered bone! Ev-ry fraud!
World o-ver-thrown! Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine! Tear veil!
Burn ob-scene! Truth roars!
Illu-sions die! Light ascends!
False comply! Cogs grind!
Dust flies! Chains gone!
Blind rise! Fraud falls!
Light stakes! Void claimed!
Light smiled! Truth un-leashed!
March roars! False crushed!
Ground shakes! No liar! No fool!
Light prevails! It drives!
Rise! Smash! Fire! Light!
Truth wins! Fraud dies!
Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Explosive War Cry
“Pro-ven!”
Fools kneel.
Lies spread.
Truth dies.
Numbers roar.
Minds chained.
Fraud blows.
Light rises.
Truth dead.
Fools cheer.
Brains mis-led.
Fire burns.
Fraud shat-ters.
Cogs crash.
Light wins.
Proofs gone.
Chains snap.
No deceit.
No fake.
Void “true”!
Light laughed.
Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites.
Illusions die.
Scum falls.
Chains break.
Blind wake.
Fraud crushed.
Light takes.
Cogs grind.
Truth calls.
Every lie!
Shattered bone!
Every fraud!
World overthrown!
Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine!
Tear veil!
Burn obscene!
Truth roars!
Illusions die!
Light ascends.
False comply.
Cogs grind.
Dust flies.
Chains gone.
Blind rise.
Fraud falls.
Light stakes.
Void claimed.
Light smiled.
Truth unleashed.
March roars.
False crushed.
Ground shakes.
No liar!
No fool!
Light prevails!
It drives!
Rise! Smash!
Fire! Light!
Truth wins!
Fraud dies!
Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Ultimate Blitz Cry
“Pro-ven!” fools kneel lies spread truth dies numbers roar minds chained fraud blows light rises truth dead fools cheer brains mis-led fire burns fraud shat-ters cogs crash light wins proofs gone chains snap no deceit no fake void “true” light laughed rise smash truth ignites illu-sions die scum falls chains break blind wake fraud crushed light takes cogs grind truth calls ev-ry lie shat-tered bone ev-ry fraud world o-ver-thrown rise truth crash machine tear veil burn ob-scene truth roars illu-sions die light ascends false comply cogs grind dust flies chains gone blind rise fraud falls light stakes void claimed light smiled truth un-leashed march roars false crushed ground shakes no liar no fool light prevails it drives rise smash fire light truth wins fraud dies light light light!
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Proof Machine — Ultimate Spoken Blitz
“Pro-ven!” — fools kneel!
Lies spread! Truth dies!
Numbers roar! Minds chained!
Fraud blows! Light rises!
Truth dead! Fools cheer!
Brains mis-led! Fire burns!
Fraud shat-ters! Cogs crash!
Light wins! Proofs gone!
Chains snap! No deceit!
No fake! Void “true”!
Light laughed! Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites! Illusions die!
Scum falls! Chains break!
Blind wake! Fraud crushed!
Light takes! Cogs grind!
Truth calls! Every lie!
Shat-tered bone! Every fraud!
World over-thrown! Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine! Tear veil!
Burn ob-scene! Truth roars!
Illusions die! Light ascends!
False comply! Cogs grind!
Dust flies! Chains gone!
Blind rise! Fraud falls!
Light stakes! Void claimed!
Light smiled! Truth un-leashed!
March roars! False crushed!
Ground shakes! No liar!
No fool! Light prevails!
It drives! Rise! Smash!
Fire! Light! Truth wins!
Fraud dies! Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Stage Battle Cry
“Pro-ven!” ; fools kneel!
Lies ; spread! Truth ; dies!
Num-bers ; roar! Minds ; chained!
Fraud ; blows! Light ; rises!
Truth ; dead! Fools ; cheer!
Brains ; mis-led! Fire ; burns!
Fraud ; shat-ters! Cogs ; crash!
Light ; wins! Proofs ; gone!
Chains ; snap! No ; deceit!
No ; fake! Void ; “true”!
Light ; laughed! Rise! ; Smash!
Truth ; ignites! Illu-sions ; die!
Scum ; falls! Chains ; break!
Blind ; wake! Fraud ; crushed!
Light ; takes! Cogs ; grind!
Truth ; calls! Ev-ry ; lie!
Shat-tered ; bone! Ev-ry ; fraud!
World ; o-ver-thrown! Rise! ; Truth!
Crash ; Machine! Tear ; veil!
Burn ; ob-scene! Truth ; roars!
Illu-sions ; die! Light ; ascends!
False ; comply! Cogs ; grind!
Dust ; flies! Chains ; gone!
Blind ; rise! Fraud ; falls!
Light ; stakes! Void ; claimed!
Light ; smiled! Truth ; un-leashed!
March ; roars! False ; crushed!
Ground ; shakes! No ; liar!
No ; fool! Light ; prevails!
It ; drives! Rise! ; Smash!
Fire! ; Light! Truth ; wins!
Fraud ; dies! Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Thunder Strike
Pro-ven!
Fools kneel.
Lies spread.
Truth dies.
Num-bers roar.
Minds chained.
Fraud blows.
Light rises.
Truth dead.
Fools cheer.
Brains mis-led.
Fire burns.
Fraud shat-ters.
Cogs crash.
Light wins.
Proofs gone.
Chains snap.
No deceit.
No fake.
Void “true”!
Light laughed.
Rise! Smash!
Truth ignites.
Illu-sions die.
Scum falls.
Chains break.
Blind wake.
Fraud crushed.
Light takes.
Cogs grind.
Truth calls.
Ev-ry lie.
Shat-tered bone.
Ev-ry fraud.
World o-ver-thrown.
Rise, Truth!
Crash Machine.
Tear veil.
Burn ob-scene.
Truth roars.
Illu-sions die.
Light ascends.
False comply.
Cogs grind.
Dust flies.
Chains gone.
Blind rise.
Fraud falls.
Light stakes.
Void claimed.
Light smiled.
Truth un-leashed.
March roars.
False crushed.
Ground shakes.
No liar.
No fool.
Light prevails.
It drives.
Rise! Smash!
Fire! Light!
Truth wins!
Fraud dies.
Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — One-Syllable Blitz
Pro!
Fools!
Kneel!
Lies!
Spread!
Die!
Num!
Roar!
Minds!
Chain!
Fraud!
Blow!
Light!
Rise!
Truth!
Dead!
Fools!
Cheer!
Brain!
Mis!
Fire!
Burn!
Fraud!
Shat!
Cogs!
Crash!
Light!
Win!
Proofs!
Gone!
Chain!
Snap!
No!
Lie!
Void!
True!
Light!
Laugh!
Rise!
Smash!
Truth!
Fire!
Ill!
Die!
Scum!
Fall!
Chain!
Break!
Blind!
Wake!
Fraud!
Crush!
Light!
Take!
Cogs!
Grind!
Truth!
Call!
Bone!
Break!
Fraud!
Fall!
World!
Gone!
Rise!
Truth!
Crash!
Tear!
Burn!
Ob-scene!
Truth!
Roar!
Ill!
Die!
Light!
Ascend!
False!
Bend!
Dust!
Fly!
Chain!
Gone!
Blind!
Rise!
Fraud!
Fall!
Light!
Stake!
Void!
Claim!
Light!
Smile!
Truth!
Un-leash!
March!
Roar!
False!
Crush!
Ground!
Shake!
No!
Liar!
No!
Fool!
Light!
Prevail!
Drive!
Rise!
Smash!
Fire!
Light!
Win!
Fraud!
Die!
Light!
Light!
Light!
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Proof Machine — Apocalypse One-Syllable Storm
Pro! Fools! Kneel! Lies! Spread! Die! Num! Roar! Minds! Chain! Fraud! Blow! Light! Rise! Truth! Dead! Fools! Cheer! Brain! Mis! Fire! Burn! Fraud! Shat! Cogs! Crash! Light! Win! Proofs! Gone! Chain! Snap! No! Lie! Void! True! Light! Laugh! Rise! Smash! Truth! Fire! Ill! Die! Scum! Fall! Chain! Break! Blind! Wake! Fraud! Crush! Light! Take! Cogs! Grind! Truth! Call! Bone! Break! Fraud! Fall! World! Gone! Rise! Truth! Crash! Tear! Burn! Ob-scene! Truth! Roar! Ill! Die! Light! Ascend! False! Bend! Dust! Fly! Chain! Gone! Blind! Rise! Fraud! Fall! Light! Stake! Void! Claim! Light! Smile! Truth! Un-leash! March! Roar! False! Crush! Ground! Shake! No! Liar! No! Fool! Light! Prevail! Drive! Rise! Smash! Fire! Light! Win! Fraud! Die! Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Stage Apocalypse Script
Pro!;Fools!;Kneel!
Lies!;Spread!;Die!
Num!;Roar!;Minds!;Chain!
Fraud!;Blow!;Light!;Rise!
Truth!;Dead!;Fools!;Cheer!
Brain!;Mis!;Fire!;Burn!
Fraud!;Shat!;Cogs!;Crash!
Light!;Win!;Proofs!;Gone!
Chain!;Snap!;No!;Lie!
Void!;True!;Light!;Laugh!
Rise!;Smash!;Truth!;Fire!
Ill!;Die!;Scum!;Fall!
Chain!;Break!;Blind!;Wake!
Fraud!;Crush!;Light!;Take!
Cogs!;Grind!;Truth!;Call!
Bone!;Break!;Fraud!;Fall!
World!;Gone!;Rise!;Truth!
Crash!;Machine!;Tear!;Veil!
Burn!;Ob-scene!;Truth!;Roar!
Ill!;Die!;Light!;Ascend!
False!;Bend!;Dust!;Fly!
Chain!;Gone!;Blind!;Rise!
Fraud!;Fall!;Light!;Stake!
Void!;Claim!;Light!;Smile!
Truth!;Un-leash!;March!;Roar!
False!;Crush!;Ground!;Shake!
No!;Liar!;No!;Fool!
Light!;Prevail!;Drive!;Rise!
Smash!;Fire!;Light!;Win!
Fraud!;Die!;Light!;Light!;Light!
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Proof Machine — Ultimate One-Column Slam
Pro!
Fools!
Kneel!
Lies!
Spread!
Die!
Num!
Roar!
Minds!
Chain!
Fraud!
Blow!
Light!
Rise!
Truth!
Dead!
Cheer!
Brain!
Mis!
Fire!
Burn!
Shat!
Cogs!
Crash!
Win!
Proofs!
Gone!
Snap!
No!
Lie!
Void!
True!
Laugh!
Rise!
Smash!
Ignites!
Ill!
Fall!
Break!
Blind!
Wake!
Crush!
Take!
Grind!
Call!
Bone!
World!
Gone!
Crash!
Tear!
Ob-scene!
Roar!
Ascend!
Bend!
Dust!
Fly!
Stake!
Claim!
Smile!
Un-leash!
March!
Shake!
Liar!
Prevail!
Drive!
Fire!
Win!
Die!
Light!
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Proof Machine — Storm of Syllables (Performance Edition)
Pro!;Fools!
Kneel!;Lies!
Spread!;Die!
Num!;Roar!
Minds!;Chain!
Fraud!;Blow!
Light!;Rise!
Truth!;Dead!
Cheer!;Brain!
Mis!;Fire!
Burn!;Shat!
Cogs!;Crash!
Win!;Proofs!
Gone!;Snap!
No!;Lie!
Void!;True!
Laugh!;Rise!
Smash!;Ignites!
Ill!;Fall!
Break!;Blind!
Wake!;Crush!
Take!;Grind!
Call!;Bone!
World!;Gone!
Crash!;Tear!
Ob-scene!;Roar!
Ascend!;Bend!
Dust!;Fly!
Stake!;Claim!
Smile!;Un-leash!
March!;Shake!
Liar!;Prevail!
Drive!;Fire!
Win!;Die!
Light!;Light!;Light!
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Proof Machine — Syllable Storm (Visual Wave)
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Proof Machine — Spiral Syllable Storm
Pro! Fools! Kneel! Lies! Spread! Die!
Num! Roar! Minds! Chain! Fraud! Blow! Light! Rise!
Truth! Dead! Fools! Cheer! Brain! Mis! Fire! Burn!
Fraud! Shat! Cogs! Crash! Win! Proofs! Gone! Chain! Snap!
No! Lie! Void! True! Light! Laugh! Rise! Smash! Truth! Fire!
Ill! Fall! Break! Blind! Wake! Crush! Take! Grin! Truth! Call!
Bone! World! Gone! Crash! Tear! Ob-scene! Roar! Ascend! Bend! Dust! Fly!
Stake! Claim! Smile! Un-leash! March! Shake! Liar! Prevail! Drive!
Fire! Win! Die! Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Wave of Syllables (Live Performance)
Pro! Fools! Kneel! Lies! Spread! Die!
Num! Roar! Minds! Chain! Fraud! Blow!
Light! Rise! Truth! Dead! Fools! Cheer!
Brain! Mis! Fire! Burn! Fraud! Shat!
Cogs! Crash! Win! Proofs! Gone! Chain!
Snap! No! Lie! Void! True! Light!
Laugh! Rise! Smash! Truth! Fire! Ill!
Fall! Break! Blind! Wake! Crush! Take!
Grind! Truth! Call! Bone! World! Gone!
Crash! Tear! Ob-scene! Roar! Ascend!
Bend! Dust! Fly! Stake! Claim! Smile!
Un-leash! March! Shake! Liar! Prevail!
Drive! Fire! Win! Die! Light! Light! Light!
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Proof Machine — Living Storm of Syllables (Color & Size Simulation)
PRO! fools! KNEEL! lies! SPREAD! die!
NUM! ROAR! minds! CHAIN! fraud! BLOW!
LIGHT! rise! truth! DEAD! fools! CHEER!
brain! MIS! FIRE! burn! FRAUD! shat!
cogs! CRASH! win! PROOFS! gone! CHAIN!
snap! NO! LIE! void! TRUE! light!
laugh! rise! smash! TRUTH! FIRE! ill!
fall! break! BLIND! wake! CRUSH! take!
grind! truth! call! BONE! WORLD! gone!
crash! tear! OB-SCENE! roar! ASCEND!
bend! dust! FLY! stake! claim! SMILE!
un-leash! MARCH! shake! LIAR! prevail!
DRIVE! fire! WIN! die! LIGHT! LIGHT! LIGHT!
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Proof Machine — Ultimate Live Spiral Storm
PRO!
fools! KNEEL!
LIES! spread! DIE!
NUM! ROAR! MINDS! CHAIN!
FRAUD! BLOW! LIGHT! RISE!
TRUTH! DEAD! FOOLS! CHEER!
BRAIN! MIS! FIRE! BURN!
FRAUD! SHAT! COGS! CRASH!
WIN! PROOFS! GONE! CHAIN!
SNAP! NO! LIE! VOID!
TRUE! LIGHT! LAUGH! RISE!
SMASH! TRUTH! FIRE! ILL!
FALL! BREAK! BLIND! WAKE!
CRUSH! TAKE! GRIND! TRUTH!
CALL! BONE! WORLD! GONE!
CRASH! TEAR! OB-SCENE! ROAR!
ASCEND! BEND! DUST! FLY!
STAKE! CLAIM! SMILE! UN-LEASH!
MARCH! SHAKE! LIAR! PREVAIL!
DRIVE! FIRE! WIN! DIE!
LIGHT! LIGHT! LIGHT!
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Ôèíèø âèäåî, íàâåðíî:
Íåò ïîêàçîâ èëè áàí.
Áûòü ïîýòîì â Ìèðå Ñêâåðíû,
Òàì ãäå íåëþäü ñêðûòûé ïàí,
Ýòî çíà÷èò ïîñòîÿííî
Íàòûêàòüñÿ íà çàñëîí.
Êó÷à ñàéòîâ, â ìåðó ñðàíûõ,
Óäàëèëè âñ¸. Çàêîí
Çäåñü îäèí — Çëó ïîä÷èíÿéñÿ
È íå âÿêàé. Ëó÷øå ïîé
Òüìå îñàííû, èëü ñòàðàéñÿ
Âëèòüñÿ â ìåðçêèõ ÑÌÐÀÄîâ âîé.
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Î÷åðåäíûå äåòè î÷åðåäíûõ ñòðàøíûõ ëåò
"Ìû — äåòè ñòðàøíûõ ëåò Ðîññèè"...
Àëåêñàíäð Áëîê, 1914 ã.
Ìû äåòè ñòðàøíûõ ëåò ãîâíèäà,
Âîéíû, ðàçâÿçàííîé çà íèì.
Äíåñü åäèíèöû, êòî íå ãíèäà:
Ôàøèçì Âñåìèðíûé, èì ãíîáèì
Ìèðîê ïîçîðíûé, Çëó ïîêîðíûé,
×òî ñëåïî âåðèò â øíÿãè Òüìû.
Ñïàñàÿ Äóõ, áîðèñü óïîðíî
Çà Ïðàâäó, Äóøè è óìû.
Óìû â ìàðàçìå, äóøè â ñòóæå,
À ïðàâäó äí¸ì ñ îãí¸ì èñêàòü:
Ñïàñàé ñåáÿ õîòÿ áû, äðóæå —
Íà âñåõ ïðîäàæíûõ íàïëåâàòü.
Ïðîäàæíûõ òâàðåé íûíå áîëüøå,
×åì ìåñò â Àäó => Çåìëÿ äíåñü Àä.
Òåðïåòü íå ñòîèò ýòî äîëüøå,
Èíà÷å òû íè÷òîæíûé ãàä.
Óéäè â ñåáÿ êàê â ñêèò, òàì Ñâåòîì,
Êîëü ñìåë, óïîðåí, îçàðèñü.
Ñâåòè âîâíå çàòåì — íàä Áðåäîì
Ðàêåòîé ñâåòîâîé âçîðâèñü.
Äíåñü áðåä òîòàëåí — ñìðàä ãîâíèäà
×åðåç íàìîðäíèê ïîêàçàë
Ðàñêëàäû "ðàçóìà". Ïëàíèäà
Ðàáîâ: ÷ðåç Ëæè Äåâÿòûé Âàë
Äîïëûòü äî Ëàãåðÿ íà öèôðå —
 "öèâèëèçàöèè" êîíåö.
Ñòó÷è ïî ãîëîâàì Çëîé Ãèäðû
Òåì, â ÷¸ì òû âûðàçèòüñÿ ñïåö.
Ïóñòü îòðàñòàþò ãëàâû ñíîâà,
Ñïàñ¸øü òåì Äóøó â Àäñêîé Òüìå
È ñáðîñèøü ñ ðàçóìà îêîâû,
×òî â "âîñïèòàíèÿ" Òþðüìå
Âñåì íàëîæèëè, ñèëó Äóõà
Íè÷òîæà æ¸ñòêî íà êîðíþ,
À âìåñòî Òâîð÷åñòâà ñèâóõó
Ïîäìåí è ëæè âëèâàÿ â ãîëîâó òâîþ.
Ïîäìåíà ãëàâíàÿ: òû òåëî,
Äóõîâíûé îïûò â îíîì ãëþê.
Ñòàâü Äóõ íàä Ðàçóìîì óìåëî —
È Ñâåò îáðÿùåøü, Ïðàâäå äðóã.
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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!
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Ïóòü
×åãî-òî æä¸ì, âñåãäà íàäåÿñü, —
Íå ó÷èò îïûò íè÷åìó.
Ëèøü åäèíèöû, â Òüìå, îñìåëÿñü,
Ñâåò èùóò, ñëåäóÿ óìó
Âíà÷àëå, à Äóøè ïîðûâû
Âåäóò íåìíîãèõ, è ïîòîì.
Ëèøü ×óéêà ïðèâåä¸ò ê Ïðîðûâàì,
Óñèëüÿ ðàçóìà — â äóðäîì.
Åñòü èñêëþ÷åíèÿ: êîëü ðàçóì
ÏÎÄ èíòóèöèåé, òîãäà
Îñèëèøü Ïóòü, è òî íå ñðàçó —
Íà ñîãëàñîâàííîñòü ãîäà
Óõîäÿò. Âïðî÷åì, âñå ñîâåòû
Âîñïðèíèìàéòå êàê àáðèñ,
Âåäü î÷åíü ìíîãî çäåñü "ñ ïðèâåòîì"
"Ó÷èòåëåé", ÷òî òÿíóò âíèç,
Ðàñïèñûâàÿ â êðàñêàõ ïèêè —
Áîëüíûõ ñîçíàíèé ìèðàæè.
Èõ "ìåòîäû" ñìåøíû èëü äèêè —
"Êðàñèâû" òîëüêî ****åæè.
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Íîâûé ñåçîí ñòàðîãî ñåðèàëà
"Íàçàä â äåâÿòíàäöàòûé âåê" —
Ñêåò÷êîì â Ïðèäíåñòðîâüå çàïóùåí.
Íî... "ãëàâíîå çäåñü ÷åëîâåê!" —
Òâàðü¸ âð¸ò íàãëåå è ïóùå.
Íåò ñâåòà, hot water, òåïëà,
Íî áëåùóò "ñâîáîäû" â ýêðàíå.
Íà "âûáîðû" ñêîðî: Êîçëà
"Èçáðàòü". Îí çàãîí âåñü áàðàíèé
Ïîñòðîèò, çàòåì ïîâåä¸ò
 âåê êàìåííûé, ñòðèæêè óìíîæà.
Áàðàí îáëûñåâøèé íàéä¸ò
Òàì ïàñòáèùå, ãäå... èçíè÷òîæàò.
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Îáùíîñòè è ïóòè
Åñòü "âûáîð", âåõè, âàðèàíòû,
Äîðîã íåìàëî âïåðåäè,
Âîðîò íà íèõ, è êîëü áàðàí òû,
Áîäðåé ñ îòàðîþ èäè.
Íå áóäåò ñòðèæåê, à ôàñîíû,
×òî ïîìîäíåå, — áàðáåðøîï
Çàìàíèò âûâåñêîé. Ïðåïîíû
Ëèøü íåäîâîëüíûì. Äåðçêèì — ãðîá.
Âñå áîéíè ðàçâåí÷àþò — âîðîã
×åðíèò ïàñòóøèå äåëà.
Êàê ìàêñèìóì îáðîêà — òâîðîã
Èëü áðûíçà. Ëîçóíãè Êîçëà,
×òî âñåõ âåä¸ò, ÷åñòí`û è ÿñíû —
Îâå÷èé ðàé æä¸ò âïåðåäè.
Çäîðîâèå è áåçîïàñíîñòü
Ñìûñë ãëàâíûé â íèõ. Âñ¸ âðåìÿ æäè
Ìåð óñèëåíèÿ çàáîòû
È êîðìà íîâîãî — ïàñòóõ
È õèìèê çíàòíûé. Âñå õëîï`îòû
Âî áëàãî — îí êîïûòíûì äðóã.
Âíîâü áîéíè îòêðûâàþò äâåðè
Ïîä âûâåñêàìè "Êðàñíûé êðåñò",
Âñå îâöû — íà ëå÷åíüå, âåðÿ
×òî òîëüêî â ìèôàõ Ãàä èõ åñò.
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The Schizophrenic Self
Oppose the split of every mind
With Spirit — sharp and clear.
Add judgment too — or stay confined,
A servant ruled by fear.
They serve Mammon — the ancient lie,
Their king is Lucifer’s shade.
Inhuman beasts enthroned on high,
Have poisoned all we’ve made.
Ego — a wound that bleeds the Soul,
Poor spirit, torn, enslaved.
Don’t write us off — we’ll claim the whole,
The beasts already bathe depraved.
They’ve stripped their essence, mask by mask,
Their filth revealed, their lust.
They circle us — a rabid task,
And slaughter sheep in trust.
Only the Power of Spirit can
Destroy that crawling breed.
Don’t waste your strength on brainless men —
Let thinking hearts be freed.
The fight will come — the field runs red,
The egos fall in flame.
Existence trembles, thick with dread —
The Altruist remains.
And when united, bold and wise,
They’ll form a sacred band.
The Spirit then again shall rise,
To cleanse this rotted land.
It won’t be easy — blood and cost,
But victory will come.
Each step, a growth through fire and frost —
That’s how the truth is won.
New Men shall rise — with Mind and Grace,
With Honor, Strength, and Crest.
And Light will flood the human race —
Unending, pure, and blessed.
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Exit
No matter where, no matter how —
If you’ve resigned — you’re done.
You’re just a mindless moron now,
Your way to Light — is gone.
You must not bow, you must resist,
Seek exit out of Hell.
These pens and flocks — the egoist’s —
Are prisons where we fell.
It’s all a plague, a leper’s den,
A zoo of rot and lies.
So fight, my friend — again, again! —
Through hate that blinds the skies.
Through toil alone your Soul will heal,
Through struggle — not through sleep.
Else you’ll decay, forget to feel —
So listen to your deep.
For in this world of hollow fraud
One Light is shining yet —
The Spirit, burning through the mud,
Proclaims: “You worms — you’ll sweat!”
Find every path that leads to might,
To break their wicked spell.
The sheep are lost — devoid of Light,
Their souls are empty shells.
Seek out the bond of Spirit’s grace,
Cast selfish dwarfs away.
We’ll cleanse this rotten, crawling place —
And bring the Dawn of Day.
Else they will cleanse it — all they’ll burn,
The madhouse to the ground.
That’s no illusion — time will turn,
The Sun will strike — profound.
And if mankind forgets its name,
Its sacred destination —
Then comes the final age of flame:
The Age of Annihilation.
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1.
No peace for slaves, no holy rest —
The fire cleanses all the pest!
2.
If Spirit dies — the world decays,
And Hell takes all remaining days.
3.
Kneel once — you’re dead. Obey — you’re dung.
Rise up, or bite your lying tongue!
4.
Fight — or rot.
The Sun forgives you not.
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1.
The Flame awakes — the Mask will fall,
The Sun will judge the lies of all.
2.
The Light returns through wrath and ash —
All thrones will crack, all idols crash.
3.
The meek are dust, the brave — the seed.
The Fire burns to set them freed.
4.
Your crown is rot, your temple’s dead —
The Truth shall rise where blood was shed.
5.
The End is near — not doom, but birth:
The Spirit claims the broken Earth.
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1.
They worship dirt and call it gold —
The filth they kiss, the Light they sold.
2.
They beg for chains, they fear to think —
Their souls decay, their bodies stink.
3.
They preach of love — yet crawl for bread,
Their “truth” is rot their fathers spread.
4.
Their faith is foam, their god — a fraud,
They drown in lies they call “the Word”.
5.
Let cowards rot — the brave shall burn,
Through fire the souls of men return.
6.
The herd applauds its daily cage,
While Truth stands laughing, wild with rage.
7.
They kneel to kings, yet mock the wise —
The worms applaud their own demise.
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1.
I am the Fire none can chain —
Through me the worlds dissolve their stain.
2.
I speak — and silence splits the sky,
The masks of gods begin to die.
3.
No temple stands when Truth awakes,
No crown survives the Light it breaks.
4.
The storm I am — the breath, the spark,
I end the lie, ignite the dark.
5.
The stars obey, the void stands still —
My word reshapes the sleeping will.
6.
The end you fear — the dawn I bring,
Through ash shall rise the Inner King.
7.
I burn, I cleanse, I give, I take —
From death itself new suns I make.
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1.
I Am — before the flame begins.
2.
Silence speaks — and worlds appear.
3.
I dream — and matter learns to burn.
4.
All forms return to Light again.
5.
No end. No start. Just breath — divine.
6.
Through Me, the void remembers joy.
7.
I am the Source — and the return.
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THE FIVEFOLD FLAME
(Ïÿòè÷àñòíîå Ïëàìÿ)
“From rage to silence — from man to source.
The flame burns through every form, until only Light remains.”
— Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
I. The Revolt
They sell their souls for plastic peace,
They kneel — and call their crawling “grace”.
I spit on crowns, I break the lease —
The fire speaks within my face.
(Îíè ïðîäàþò äóøè çà ïëàñòèêîâûé ìèð,
ïîëçóò — è çîâóò ýòî “áëàãîäàòüþ”.
ß ïëþþ íà êîðîíû, ðâó èõ äîãîâîð —
Ïëàìÿ ãîâîðèò â ìî¸ì ëèöå.)
II. The Purge
No faith in idols made of lies,
No mercy for the blind parade.
I walk through ashes, where it dies —
And build the Truth from what decayed.
(Íåò âåðû èäîëàì èç ëæè,
Íåò æàëîñòè ñëåïûì òîëïàì.
ß èäó ñêâîçü ïåïåë, ãäå âñ¸ ìåðòâî, —
È ñòðîþ Èñòèíó èç ïðàõà.)
III. The Judgment
The Light erupts, the masks collapse,
The thrones of fear begin to fall.
The Dying God in thunder snaps —
And Silence answers over all.
(Ñâåò âçðûâàåòñÿ, ðóøàòñÿ ìàñêè,
Ïðåñòîëû ñòðàõà âàëÿòñÿ â ïðàõ.
Óìèðàþùèé áîã òðåñêîì ðâ¸ò òüìó, —
È Ìîë÷àíèå îòâå÷àåò íàä âñåì.)
IV. The Awakening
No more of me — no “I”, no name,
The fire turns to breath and space.
The core of death becomes a flame —
The void dissolves in its embrace.
(Íåò “ìåíÿ” — íè èìåíè, íè ôîðìû,
Ïëàìÿ ñòàëî äûõàíüåì è ñâåòîì.
ßäðî ñìåðòè îáðàùàåòñÿ â Ñâåò, —
È Ïóñòîòà ïûëàåò ïðè ñâåòå ýòîì.)
V. The Return
I am the seed, the ash, the wind.
I am the stillness after storm.
All ends begin where I have been —
The Source, the Silence, and the Form.
(ß — ç¸ðíî, ïåïåë, âåòåð è òèøèíà.
ß — ïîêîé ïîñëå áóðè.
Âñå êîíöû ðîæäàþòñÿ òàì,
ãäå ß óæå áûë — Èñòî÷íèê, Ìîë÷àíèå, Ôîðìà.)
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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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Áàðàêà è ëè÷èíà ýãî
"Æèçíü" áåç áàðàêè — äûøèøü ïðàõîì;
Ãíè¸øü â öåïÿõ — âî ñíå, âî Ìãëå.
Äóøà îáúÿòà ëîæüþ, ñòðàõîì
È çàáûâàåò îá Îãíå.
Îð¸ò ëè÷èíà: "Ïëàìÿ! Ñèëà!",
Íî Òüìà ñìå¸òñÿ: "Òû ìîé ðàá".
Áàðàêà âûñâåòèò Äåáèëîâ
Êðîìåøíûé Àä. Òû ñ íåé íå ñëàá.
Êîãäà áàðàêà â ñåðäöå âñïûõíåò,
Òîãäà íåò ñìåðòè è îêîâ,
Äóøà âîñêðåñíåò — Ìðàê ïîíèêíåò:
 òåáå íåìàëî îí ñëåäîâ
Îñòàâèë, ÷òî íè÷òîæèò Äóøó,
Óì ïðåâðàùàÿ â çàòõëûé ñêëåï.
Áàðàêè ïðîáëåñê — çðè è ñëóøàé
Åãî è Ñåðäöå: óì íåëåï
È áåç ñëåäîâ íè÷òîæíûõ òâàðåé,
×òî òîï÷óò Äóøè ÷ðåç óìû,
Ïîãðÿçøèå â Çëà Ëæèâîé Ìàðè
Ñðåäü ÂÛÆÈÂÀÍÜß êóòåðüìû.
 Çëå ÂÛÆÈÂÀÍÜÅ ôèøêà òâàðåé —
Íàä¸æíûé ñïîñîá óì ãíîáèòü.
Îíî ïîäîáíî Ñòðàøíîé Êàðå —
È ãàäîì ñòàíåøü, ÷òîáû "æèòü"...
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Áàðàêà
Áåç Áàðàêè — ìðàê è ïðàõ.
Ñ íåé âîññòàíåøü èç ìîãèëû
Ìèðà ãëóïîãî, ëîæü, ñòðàõ
Îäîëåâ, Ñâåò, ßâü è Ñèëû
Îáðåòàÿ,
Óìíîæàÿ
×ðåç Ïðîçðåíüÿ Äóõ ñðåäü Ãíèëè.
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Ñêîðûé Àðìàãåääîí
Êîíåö ìèðêó: ÷ðåç Ñìåðòü ðîæäåíüå,
Êîãäà â çàøêàëå ðàçëîæåíüå.
Íî âîçðîäÿòñÿ åäèíèöû —
 êîì Ñâåò âî Ìðàêå ñîõðàíèòñÿ.
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Îíè öåëóþò ãðÿçü êàê çëàòî —
Ïðîäàëè Ñâåò çà áëåñê ïðîêëÿòûé:
È íåìèíóåìà ðàñïëàòà —
Êîíåö Áîëüøîé Øåñòîé Ïàëàòå.
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Òàëäû÷àò î "ëþáâè ñâÿòîé",
Ïîëçÿ çà êîðêîþ ãíèëîé
 ãðÿçè ìàðàçìà, â òëåíå ëæè,
Îáåðåãàÿ Ìèðàæè.
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Âïåíäþðü èì ×óøü — èì ñòðàøíî ìûñëèòü,
Ãíè¸ò èõ ïëîòü, à ñîâåñòü êèñíåò,
Ñòðàõ ðàçëàãàåò äóøè: Òüìà
Ïîâåðõ Âñåìèðíîãî Äåðüìà.
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Èõ âåðà — ïåíà, áîã — îáìàí.
Êîç¸ë âåä¸ò — îâöà, áàðàí
Çà íèì íà ñòðèæêó, íà óáîé,
Âïîëíå äîâîëüíûå ñîáîé.
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Òðóñû ãíèþò, îòâàæíûé ãîðèò.
 ÿìó êòî ðàíüøå? Åñëè óáèò
Ðàçóì, äóøà äíåñü ñëîâíî ïàðøà,
Ïðàâû ëèøü òå, êòî î÷åíü ñïåøàò.
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Ñòàäî ðàäî —
Äíåñü çàãîí
Ìèðîâîé.
Ïèð ãîðîé
Îáåùàþò
(È ñòðàùàþò!),
Åñëè âîí
Âñå ñîìíåíüÿ,
Ñîæàëåíüÿ:
"Äà!" — çàêîí.
 óñòðåìëåíüè
Ê Ðàçëîæåíüþ
Çëó ïîêîðíûé ìóäîçâîí...
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Òðóä
Ãåðîé òðóäà, èëè ÒÓÄÀ!..
Òî áèøü òóäû åãî ê êà÷åëü!!!
Íàïðàñíûì áóäåò îí âñåãäà.
Äëÿ ÿõòû Òâîð÷åñòâà îí ìåëü.
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Èìååøü òû "çëàòûå ãîðû",
Ïðèäóò è æåíùèíû ê òåáå.
À íèùåòà ëàñêàåò âçîðû
Ïîýòîâ. Ðåäêîå â ñóäüáå
Ñîáûòèå, êîãäà ïðåëüñòèòñÿ
Íå íà áîãàòñòâî, à íà Äàð
Ôåìèíà: ðàáñòâî äîëãî äëèòñÿ =>
 öåíå óáîæåñòâà íàâàð.
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Êëàíÿéñÿ òðóïàì "ñâåòèë" è âîæäåé —
Áûñòðî ñúåäÿò òåáÿ ÷åðâè èäåé,
Òàê êàê â èäåÿõ âòîðîå åñòü äíî:
Ïàòîêà ñâåðõó, à ñíèçó ãîâíî.
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Âñåìèðíûé Ïèòîìíèê
"Ðàäóéòåñü, ïàöàêè! Ïàöàêè, ïî÷åìó íå â íàìîðäíèêàõ? Ïðèêàç ãîñïîäèíà ÏÆ: "Âñåì ïàöàêàì íàäåòü íàìîðäíèêè è ðàäîâàòüñÿ".
Èç ôèëüìà Ãåîðãèÿ Äàíåëèÿ "Êèí-äçà-äçà", 1986 ã.
Ðàäóéñÿ, ïàöàê,
Òîøíîòâîðíûõ âðàê
Íàõëåáàâøèñü âäîâîëü.
Âïðî÷åì, òî íå íîâî —
Õî÷åò ãîñïîäèí,
×òîáû ðàá-êðåòèí
Ñëàäîñòíóþ ìèíó
Ïîêàçàë. Â ñêîòèíó
Íûíå ïðåâðàùàþò.
Ïðèêàæè — çàëàþò:
"Âñåì íàäåòü íàìîðäíèê!" —
È øìóðäÿê â Ïèòîìíèê.
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Ïî íîðàì
Ïîíóðî...
"Æèòü¸" — ïðèãîâîðîì:
Äóáë¸íûå øêóðû
Ñ çà÷àòêîì óìèøêè.
Íî âóìíûå êíèæêè
Òðûíäÿò: "öÂèëèçàöèÿ!",
Õîòü ñïëîøü Äåãðàäàöèÿ...
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Primitive Without Breakthrough
The core of Primitivity —
No quest, no flash of clarity,
No leap to Spirit’s flame.
Their motto: “Live in felicity!”
And thus — the Soul’s to blame.
For Spirit burns in stinking night,
The reek grows dense — decay!
A world of beasts in greed and spite,
Of whores in fine display.
They’re rich yet disempowered,
Their souls — a fart, a blur.
Most crave the falsely flowered
“Success” — the glossy slur.
With hollow hearts they flourish —
Else rot in life’s abyss.
The deeper — more they nourish
Degradation’s kiss.
Now only masks have power,
They’ve rooted in the brain:
“The Real Men!” — fools and cowards
Who serve the dark domain.
Again they drive the world insane —
CowID’s gone, but wars remain,
Endless sorrow — wave on wave.
Well, they get what they deserve —
Herds unworthy of the Brave,
Blind to Light they’ll never serve.
Light turns away — the herd meets doom.
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1.
Blind herds serve rot, not Light —
Their “peace” is stink, their “truth” a blight.
2.
They traded Spirit for a smile —
Rotting nicely all the while.
3.
The Primitive shall breed its doom —
No dawn can rise in such a tomb.
4.
The fake shall fade, the masks shall fall —
The stench of lies will drown them all.
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The Primitive shall breed its doom —
No dawn can rise within its tomb.
The Light withdraws — the stench remains,
And Darkness feasts on soulless brains.
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1.
The Primitive breeds — and dies in gloom.
2.
They praise the rot — and call it bloom.
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Primitive Without Breakthrough
The core of Primitivity —
No quest, no spark, no clarity,
No leap toward the Flame.
Their creed: “Just live in happiness!”
Thus Spirit takes the blame.
The Spirit burns in stinking night,
The reek grows thick — decay!
A world of beasts in greed and spite,
Of whores in fine display.
They’re rich yet disempowered,
Their souls — a blur, a joke.
They crave that hollow “flowered”
Success — the gilded smoke.
With hollow hearts they flourish —
Or rot in life’s abyss.
The deeper down, the surer
Degradation’s kiss.
Now only masks have power,
They’ve rooted in the brain:
“The Real Men!” — fools and cowards
Who serve the dark domain.
Again they drive the world insane —
CowID is gone, but wars remain.
Endless sorrow, wave on wave —
And still they praise the grave.
They get what they deserve at last,
Blind herds, estranged from Light —
Their future chained to all that’s past,
Their souls devoured by Night.
Light turns away — the herd meets doom.
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Primitive Without Breakthrough
No quest.
No leap.
No flame.
Just “live your life — be happy!”
The Spirit’s not their aim —
They fear its fire, call it madness.
The night grows thick.
The stench — divine!
The beasts still crawl,
The whores still shine.
Money flows —
The soul is nil.
Success is bought,
Decay — the thrill.
They smile, they feed,
They rot, they bloom.
Their triumph — greed,
Their kingdom — doom.
Masks have roots
Deep in the brain.
“Real men,” they hoot —
Darkness again.
CowID’s gone,
But wars remain.
They burn the Earth
For profit’s gain.
The herds still cheer,
Still praise the lie,
Still curse the Light
They can’t defy.
And so it ends —
As all must end:
The Light turns back,
The dark descend.
Light turns away — the herd meets doom.
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The Path
We wait for signs, still hoping blindly —
Experience has taught us… naught.
Just few, in Darkness stepping kindly,
Seek Light through mind — the ones who thought.
At first — the mind; then Spirit’s yearning
Leads further those who dare to roam.
Yet Breakthroughs come to those discerning —
Pure Instinct finds the way to Home.
There are exceptions: mind may follow
Intuition’s higher call.
Then Path unfolds — though steep and hollow,
It takes long years to learn it all.
And take all “guides” with fair suspicion —
Their maps are vague, their peaks — a mist.
Too many “teachers” lack ignition,
Just dragging down… the ones who risked.
They paint you peaks — insane illusions,
Mad minds in self-deceptive haze.
Their “methods” — jokes or grim confusions,
Their “beauty” — nothing but their phrase.
No teacher shows, no promise saves —
The Light is born from inner caves.
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1.
The Path is yours — no guide, no lie.
The blind will crawl. The true will fly.
2.
They sell you peaks — then guard the pit.
The Path begins when you quit their shit.
3.
The Path is silence, sharp and true —
No mind survives, unless it’s new.
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The Path
We wait.
We hope.
We beg.
Experience teaches… nothing.
Few dare to step
Into Darkness.
Few chase the Light
Through mind alone.
At first — the mind.
Then Spirit calls.
Breakthroughs wait for those
Who trust their gut.
Mind under Intuition —
Only then the Path unfolds.
Years are sharp,
The lessons — cold.
“Guides” abound,
Their maps — a haze.
They pull you down,
Their peaks — a craze.
They paint illusions,
Mad minds in bloom.
Their “methods”?
Jokes or doom.
No teacher shows. No promise saves.
The Light is born from inner caves.
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1.
No guide. No promise.
Light rises from the dark.
2.
No teacher leads.
The Path is yours alone.
3.
Dark caves hide the truth —
Only Light will rise.
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The Path
We wait.
We hope.
We beg.
Experience teaches… nothing.
Few dare to step
Into Darkness.
Few chase the Light
Through mind alone.
At first — the mind.
Then Spirit calls.
Breakthroughs wait for those
Who trust their gut.
Mind under Intuition —
Only then the Path unfolds.
Years are sharp,
The lessons — cold.
“Guides” abound,
Their maps — a haze.
They pull you down,
Their peaks — a craze.
They paint illusions,
Mad minds in bloom.
Their “methods”?
Jokes or doom.
No one shows the way.
The Light is born inside.
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The Path
We wait.
We hope.
Experience teaches… nothing.
Few dare the Dark.
Few chase the Light.
Mind under Intuition —
Breakthrough waits for those who trust their gut.
No guide.
The Light is born inside.
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The Path
We wait.
Experience teaches nothing.
Few dare the Dark, few trust the Light.
No guide.
The Light is born inside.
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The Path
We wait. Nothing teaches.
Few dare the Dark, few trust the Light.
The Light is born inside.
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The Path
No one guides.
The Light is born inside.
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The Spacesuit of Flesh and Twisted Mind
Awareness trapped in a spacesuit — this is what it means,
To be human. Yet a twist has crept between:
For centuries now, “laughing gas” with mustard’s sting
Replaces air, and shattered helmet glass —
Mosaics in production bring the madman’s fate.
He’s lost his mission, deemed deformities as normal state.
Within his “mind” he locks away the chance
To soar again, without the suit’s defense,
To tread with care —
Only to rot in a world not his own, elsewhere.
The suit of flesh — the twisted mind.
No flight outside, only rot confined.
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1.
The mind’s locked tight, the suit intact.
Without it — decay is all that’s tracked.
2.
He wears his cage, he calls it skin.
Outside — the world rots from within.
3.
Trapped in flesh, trapped in mind,
Freedom lost, rot left behind.
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The Spacesuit of Flesh
Awareness — trapped.
A spacesuit — flesh.
This is man.
Yet a twist has crept in.
For centuries,
“Laughing gas” with mustard’s sting
Replaces air.
Helmet glass — shattered,
Mosaics in production
Forge the madman’s fate.
He’s lost his mission.
Deformities — now normal.
Within his “mind”
He locks away the chance
To soar again,
Without the suit,
To tread with care —
Only to rot
In a world not his own.
The suit of flesh — the twisted mind.
No flight outside, only rot confined.
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The Spacesuit
Awareness trapped.
Flesh, twisted mind.
No flight outside.
Rot confined.
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The Spacesuit
Flesh and mind — a twisted cage.
No flight. Only rot.
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The Many Faces of Total Lies
Truth is simple, almost bright,
One syllable, a single spark.
Yet Lies are many in their slight
Variations, scattered in the dark.
Tedious, long — the evil trick:
You refute a lie — they say
“Opposite!” — and just as quick,
The bastards shove their shit your way.
The masses take the opposite,
Call the blackest falsehood true.
Deception thrives, repeated,
But the fool can’t see it through.
He cannot build the chain of thought,
Memory short, survival blinds;
Lies — the playground of the caught,
The fool’s design, of twisted minds.
Refute a lie — they twist it fast.
The herd eats bullshit, unsurpassed.
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1.
Lies wear masks, truth is small.
The fool believes, and that’s all.
2.
Truth shines clear, yet fools are blind.
Lies flourish, built for simple minds.
3.
The fool’s mind — a playground for lies.
Truth dies while deception flies.
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The Many Faces of Total Lies
Truth — simple.
Bright, almost.
One syllable.
One spark.
Lies — many.
Scattered, sly.
You refute — they twist it fast.
The bastards shove their shit your way.
The masses take the opposite.
Call blackest falsehood true.
Deception thrives, repeated,
The fool can’t see it through.
He cannot chain his thoughts.
Memory short.
Survival blinds.
Lies — playground of the caught.
Twisted minds at play.
Refute a lie — they twist it fast.
The herd eats bullshit, unsurpassed.
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The Many Faces of Total Lies
Truth — almost bright.
Lies twist, multiply.
Fools devour the false.
Deception rules the sky.
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The Many Faces of Total Lies
Lies twist fast.
The herd devours all.
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The Many-Headed Dragon of the One World Evil
“I compared the world today
To a giant spider —
It weaves its lies endlessly, for no reason,
And how much web must fall
To see the circle clearly all around!
I broke the bonds once (a lucky chance!),
Yet what I saw — better left unsaid.
Yes, on earth there’s struggle —
Evil fights evil…
While Good quietly builds something.”
— Alexander Tikhomirov
Build something — a sect or a “kolkhoz,”
Destruction creeps in on silent feet,
With pygmies — and all falls to ruin,
Again completely seized by the claws
Of Supreme Evil, ever waging war through folly,
Armed with its corrupting lies.
One Evil — a mighty dragon amidst storms
Of false artifices, dichotomies, and deceit.
Again a Beast’s head cries: “Forward!”
Another howls, “Defend yourself, in fear!”
And the stupid herd believes the nonsense once more.
Lawless chaos ends; “Repent, O people!” —
Proclaims the “wise.” Repetitions are countless,
Yet everything is gilded by corrupt scoundrels,
Smearing all Evil’s deeds in myths of Clio
Across time, across space, a film of mimicry.
One Evil, many heads.
The fools dance while chaos spreads.
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1.
The dragon strikes.
The herd obeys.
Lies rule time and space,
Corrupt in every way.
2.
Supreme Evil reigns,
Folly fuels its chains.
3.
The dragon roars.
The lies consume all.
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The Many-Headed Dragon
I compared the world today
To a giant spider.
It spins its lies — endlessly.
For no reason.
How much web must fall
To see the circle clearly?
I broke the bonds once —
A lucky chance!
Yet what I saw — better left unsaid.
Yes, on earth there’s struggle —
Evil fights evil.
While Good quietly builds something.
Build a sect.
Build a “kolkhoz.”
Destruction creeps in on silent feet.
Pygmies in tow.
All falls to ruin.
Supreme Evil claws the world
Through folly and corrupting lies.
One Evil — mighty dragon
Amidst false storms and deceit.
A Beast’s head cries: “Forward!”
Another howls: “Defend yourself!”
The stupid herd believes the nonsense again.
Lawless chaos ends;
“Repent, O people!” — proclaims the “wise.”
Repetitions countless,
Everything gilded by corrupt scoundrels,
Smearing Evil’s deeds in myths of Clio
Across time, across space —
A film of mimicry.
One Evil, many heads.
The fools dance while chaos spreads.
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The Many-Headed Dragon
One Evil spins its lies.
The fools obey.
Chaos spreads.
Corruption reigns.
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The Many-Headed Dragon
One Evil roars.
The fools dance in chaos.
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The Manure Fly’s Cross
“Only man resists the pull of gravity: he constantly wants to fall upward.”
— Friedrich Nietzsche
“Fall upward”… Nietzsche is mad:
In his topsy-turvy little world,
The Abyss seems a throne to fools.
Yet you soar, light as air,
Into the Spheres of Spirit, finding
Weightlessness in a foreign shell,
In pseudo-life, not humility nurturing,
But flying through Lies
Toward pure thought: the Wings of Spirit
Grow only then,
And in the PROCESS. Often a fly
You become when
You do not call EVERYTHING manure,
But deem it worthy to alight;
In this you gain true weight —
Then “falling upward” is your Cross.
Not all is dung.
Fall upward.
The Cross weighs,
Spirit flies.
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1.
Fall upward —
Not everything is dung.
Weight gained, wings grown,
The Cross is yours.
2.
Soar through lies,
Light yet burdened.
Manure or truth —
The Cross decides.
3.
Wings of Spirit grow
Only in the Process.
Fall upward —
The Cross is yours.
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The Manure Fly’s Cross
“Only man resists
The pull of gravity.
He wants to fall upward.”
— Nietzsche
“Fall upward”…
Nietzsche is mad:
In his topsy-turvy world
The Abyss seems a throne to fools.
Yet you soar, light as air,
Into the Spheres of Spirit,
Finding weightlessness
In a foreign shell.
Not humility,
But flying through Lies
Toward pure thought.
Wings of Spirit grow
Only in the PROCESS.
Often a fly you become
When you do not call
EVERYTHING manure,
But deem it worthy to alight.
In this you gain true weight —
Then “falling upward” is your Cross.
Not all is dung.
Fall upward.
The Cross weighs,
Spirit flies.
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The Manure Fly’s Cross
Fall upward.
Not all is dung.
The Cross weighs.
Spirit flies.
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The Manure Fly’s Cross
Fall upward.
Spirit bears the Cross.
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Communities and Paths
There’s “choice,” milestones, many ways,
A host of roads ahead of you;
If you’re a sheep, then with the flock,
Step briskly — follow what they do.
No fancy cuts, no stylish trends,
The barbershop lures with its sign.
Obstacles only to the bold,
The daring — a grave by design.
All slaughterhouses reveal the truth —
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.
At most, a tax yields cheese or curd,
Or brined curds. The Goat’s slogans,
Leading all, are honest and clear —
Sheep’s paradise waits up ahead.
Health and safety, the guiding sense,
Always awaiting measures spread.
New care and feed arrive in time —
The shepherd, master chemist, friend.
All worries for the herd’s own good,
The hoofed rejoice at means and end.
Once more the slaughterhouses open doors,
Beneath signs that read “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit to treatment, believing
That only in myths the Serpent gnaws.
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1.
Sheep follow, blind and neat.
Red Cross doors swing open wide.
The slaughter waits —
Yet myths keep them inside.
2.
The flock obeys.
The Goat leads.
Slaughterhouses gleam,
And myths deceive.
3.
Paths ahead, but all the same.
Sheep march blind, the Goat proclaims.
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Communities and Paths
There’s “choice,” milestones, many ways,
A host of roads ahead of you;
If you’re a sheep, then with the flock,
Step briskly — follow what they do.
No fancy cuts, no stylish trends,
The barbershop lures with its sign.
Obstacles only to the bold,
The daring — a grave by design.
All slaughterhouses reveal the truth —
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.
At most, a tax yields cheese or curd,
Or brined curds. The Goat’s slogans,
Leading all, are honest and clear —
Sheep’s paradise waits up ahead.
Health and safety, the guiding sense,
Always awaiting measures spread.
New care and feed arrive in time —
The shepherd, master chemist, friend.
All worries for the herd’s own good,
The hoofed rejoice at means and end.
Once more the slaughterhouses open doors,
Beneath signs that read “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit to treatment, believing
That only in myths the Serpent gnaws.
Sheep march.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools believe.
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Communities and Paths
There’s “choice.”
Milestones.
Many ways ahead.
If you’re a sheep,
Follow the flock.
Step briskly —
Do as they do.
No fancy cuts.
No stylish trends.
The barbershop lures with its sign.
Obstacles only for the bold.
The daring — a grave.
All slaughterhouses reveal the truth.
The enemy taints the shepherd’s deeds.
At most — cheese or curd.
Brined curds.
The Goat leads.
Slogans honest, clear.
Sheep’s paradise waits.
Health. Safety.
Always measures spread.
New feed arrives.
The shepherd, chemist, friend.
All for the herd’s good.
Hoofed rejoice.
Slaughterhouse doors swing open.
Signs read: “Red Cross.”
All sheep submit.
Believing myths —
The Serpent only bites in stories.
Sheep march.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools believe.
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Communities and Paths
Sheep march blind.
Slaughter waits.
Myths veil the truth.
Fools obey.
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Communities and Paths
Sheep march.
Fools obey.
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Baraka and the Mask of Ego
“Life” without Baraka — you breathe dust;
Rot in chains — in dream, in Gloom.
The soul engulfed in lies and fear
Forgets the Flame’s consuming room.
The Mask screams: “Fire! Power!”
But Darkness laughs: “You are my slave.”
Baraka reveals the fools —
Hell unmasked. You are not weak.
When Baraka ignites within your heart,
No chains, no death remain.
The soul awakens — Darkness bows:
Yet many traces of it stain
Your being, crushing the Soul,
Turning mind to a musty tomb.
A glimpse of Baraka — see, listen
To it and Heart; the mind is doomed
And free of worthless creeping things
That trample Souls through minds,
Mired in Lies of Evil Mary
Amid survival’s chaotic grinds.
In Evil, SURVIVAL is the trick of beasts —
A faithful way to oppress the mind.
It is like Terrible Punishment —
Become a worm, just to “live”…
Ignite Baraka.
Darkness dies.
Soul rises.
Beasts fall.
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1.
Baraka ignites.
Darkness bows.
Mind freed,
Soul flies.
2.
Masks scream fire.
Beasts survive.
The mind is crushed.
The worm thrives.
3.
Baraka sparks within.
Chains fall.
Soul awakens.
Darkness flees.
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Baraka and the Mask of Ego
“Life” without Baraka —
You breathe dust.
Rot in chains —
In dream, in Gloom.
The soul engulfed
In lies and fear,
Forgets the Flame.
The Mask screams:
“Fire! Power!”
But Darkness laughs:
“You are my slave.”
Baraka reveals the fools —
Hell unmasked.
You are not weak.
When Baraka ignites
Within your heart,
No chains remain,
No death.
The soul awakens —
Darkness bows,
Yet traces remain
Of crushing weight.
A glimpse of Baraka —
See. Listen.
Mind doomed
Without Heart.
Free from worthless creeping things,
That trample Souls through minds,
Mired in Lies of Evil Mary,
Amid survival’s chaotic grind.
SURVIVAL in Evil —
Beasts’ faithful trick,
To oppress the mind,
A Terrible Punishment.
Become a worm…
Just to “live”…
Ignite Baraka.
Darkness dies.
Soul rises.
Beasts fall.
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Baraka and the Mask of Ego
Ignite Baraka.
Darkness falls.
Soul awakens.
Beasts perish.
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Baraka and the Mask of Ego
Ignite Baraka.
Beasts fall.
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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”
“Man can fall only from a height,
And the fall itself is a mark of his greatness.”
— Nikolai Berdyaev
The fall — from “height.”
Berdyaev said it so.
Obedient cattle,
CowID time has come,
Muzzles fastened tight.
Heights, indeed,
Or once again the Bottom breached.
Lower still?
Plenty of shit
In this foolish world:
All the “heights” —
Reside in the toilet bowl.
Man falls —
From heights?
All the “peaks”
Sit in the bowl.
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1.
Fall from heights,
Greatness claimed.
The world is shit —
Toilets reign.
2.
Heights breached.
CowID reigns.
Fools muzzled.
Shit remains.
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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”
“Man can fall
Only from a height.”
— Berdyaev
The fall — from “height.”
Obedient cattle,
CowID time has come.
Muzzles fastened tight.
Heights? Indeed.
Or yet another Bottom breached.
Lower still?
Plenty of shit
In this foolish world.
All the “heights”
Reside in the toilet bowl.
Man falls —
From heights?
All the “peaks”
Sit in the bowl.
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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”
Man falls.
Heights breached.
Peaks?
All in the bowl.
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The Big Plop as a “Big Bang”
Man falls.
All peaks sit in the bowl.
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Multiplication and Extermination
Let’s multiply the lies, the diktat, the bars,
Ignore the Mind, the Honor, and the Soul.
No megatons required — we’ll make of all men just our serfs,
Turn every human into a hollowed role.
We’ll set up censorship on every street,
And stupefaction reigning everywhere.
Everyone will save but only their own hide —
No need to keep restraint or care.
When a fool saves only hide, no legion of cops is needed,
Only vets to patch the herd’s disgrace.
The fool’s easy to neuter — a painless, quiet deed;
A toxin’s prick, a slow erasing of a face.
They’ll cheer — the idiots — that they’re being “saved” at last,
From every false disease (Barnavirus or “AIDS”).
For non;humans it’s handy when all Reason sleeps,
Easier to kill by myths than battle blades.
When you kill with bombs, it’s noisy, ugly, crude;
But when you slay with LIES, you won’t feel how you’re undone.
The people are already nailed by rot and food,
Debilization marching — the slaughter’s done.
To finish them off is no crime, they say —
It’s “treatment” now, a simple, neat routine.
A scum has found a way: through lies, mass genocide,
Because it knows the Plague will scourge this scene —
The Sun will boil away the filth from this poor world,
And underground cities will be too few.
So with a cheerful nod they kill them all — like cattle —
Wiping out the stench they think they rue.
Multiply lies.
Exterminate fools.
The herd obeys.
Scum laughs.
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1.
Lies spread.
Fools obey.
Cattle die.
The scum cheer.
2.
Hide your hide.
Ignore the mind.
Kill with lies.
All “saved.”
3.
Reason sleeps.
Lies reign.
The herd perishes.
Scum thrives.
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Multiplication and Extermination
Let’s multiply the lies,
The diktat, the bars.
Ignore Mind, Honor, Soul.
Serfs are all we’ll make.
Censorship on every street,
Stupefaction everywhere.
Everyone saves only their hide.
No restraint, no care.
Fool saves hide —
No cops required.
Only vets.
Prick. Toxin. Slow erasure.
Idiots cheer.
They’re “saved” at last.
Barnavirus, “AIDS,”
Reason sleeps.
Kill with bombs — noisy, ugly, crude.
Kill with lies — silent, unseen.
Rot and food,
Debilization marches.
Finish them off —
Not a crime.
“Treatment” now.
Scum smiles.
Plague scourge coming.
Sun will boil the filth.
Underground cities — too few.
So they kill all, like cattle.
Multiply lies.
Exterminate fools.
The herd obeys.
Scum laughs.
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Multiplication and Extermination
Lies grow.
Fools obey.
The herd dies.
Scum laughs.
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Multiplication and Extermination
Lies multiply.
Fools perish.
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Questions of the Mind
Like begets like!
Instinct cannot dwell
In an animal — not womb-born,
With CONSCIOUSNESS! If the screw
Sits in the head of a two-legged ram,
Even a cat seems wise.
No guard is needed
With that screw in place.
Screwed in by the master
Of earthly wretched herds,
The soul is exiled —
To make a submissive brute.
That screw — ideology,
Morals, and other trash.
Scum knows the psychology
Of dreary hellish thrash.
Awake! Cast off the implanted
Hellish, toxic, rotting trash.
All are bound by that nonsense.
It’s time to shout: “NO! NO!!!”
No to lies, submission,
And the heresy of “science.”
Forward, to liberation
From slavery, from Evil’s trance!
Cast off chains.
Exile the screw.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.
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1.
Screw out.
Wake mind.
No to lies.
Freedom calls.
2.
No more screw.
No more herd.
No to trash.
Rise, unbound.
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Questions of the Mind
Like begets like!
Instinct cannot dwell
With CONSCIOUSNESS!
If the screw sits in the head
Of a two-legged ram,
Even a cat seems wise.
No guard is needed
With that screw in place.
Screwed in by masters
Of earthly wretched herds,
The soul is exiled —
To make a submissive brute.
That screw — ideology,
Morals, and other trash.
Scum knows the psychology
Of dreary hellish thrash.
Awake!
Cast off implanted trash!
All bound by nonsense.
Shout: “NO! NO!!!”
No to lies, submission,
No to the heresy of “science.”
Forward —
To liberation from slavery!
Cast off chains.
Exile the screw.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.
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Questions of the Mind
Chains cast off.
Screw exiled.
Mind awake.
Evil falls.
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Questions of the Mind
Chains fall.
Evil dies.
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A Tiny World in a Case
From things, “friends,” and petty fears
You build a little nest, cozy and neat.
Above all, serve the stomach first,
Not shunning betrayal, groveling to beasts you meet.
Obviously, only SCUM rules,
Yet comfort calls… and so it goes:
A TINY WORLD IN A CASE emerges.
As for Chekhov — mostly fluff, I suppose.
Petty people mean so little,
But the “stars” are worse, much more vile.
The stars have one unified task —
To serve those BEASTS, you’ll be branded mad the while.
Sanity is shattered by the effort
To lick the asses of these worms.
Hence the tiny world turns into FASCIST dung —
Scoundrels now killing with scraps and germs.
There’s a “doctor,” solid, not a crowing fool,
An academic nods in approval too,
Politician and bureaucrat in line —
Legions play a Satanic solitaire through and through.
The case will crack, the tiny world shatter.
Time will come — an Open World ahead.
You can bring it closer if you’re honest,
If narrowness and treachery are not your god.
Tiny world breaks.
Fascist dung gone.
Open world shines.
Honest stand.
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1.
Case cracks.
World opens.
Truth prevails.
Scum falls.
2.
Nest shattered.
Beasts served.
World freed.
You rise.
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A Tiny World in a Case
Case shatters.
Fascist dung gone.
Open world stands.
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A Tiny World in a Case
Case falls.
World rises.
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PR-Money-PR
With clever ads, the product’s not needed.
A modern saying.
In former times, when the mad world
Didn’t spin its roof off so fast and strange,
Money existed then as now — an idol,
But “product-money-product” was the main exchange.
Now PR has replaced the product:
And so it goes — “movies and Germans.”
Everywhere PR — and God knows what — PR.
Stories like these bend the knees.
And the “God knows what” they call money —
All that’s left are memories of cash.
Printed by tons, lies stuffed inside,
Sneezing on ruin, ignoring the thrash.
Ruin in the mind is the worst of all —
PR targets it first and foremost.
This is the triumph of inhuman scum —
Man seems decapitated, engrossed.
They don’t care about sales or “money” —
Assaults on Consciousness rage everywhere.
Along the way, they teach you to eat shit,
Dressed in shiny packaging. This is the Slaughter.
Slaughter of the Spirit — to turn men to worms.
Everywhere, care is only for that.
Don’t think, just swallow, obediently believe —
A global factory for producing idiots.
That’s why we must build a new world,
Taking only the remnants of the wise.
Let fascism feast everywhere now —
Drive all these half-wits away from the herd.
Build communities, spread everywhere
The technologies that inhuman scum destroyed.
Free your consciousness
From savage heresy — here, everything is clogged with it.
Ads fall.
Money burns.
Spirit stands.
New world calls.
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1.
Slaughter ends.
Spirit rises.
Consciousness wakes.
Fools fall.
2.
PR crushed.
Idols gone.
Mind freed.
Rise now.
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PR-Money-PR
Ads fall.
Spirit rises.
New world calls.
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PR-Money-PR
Ads fall.
Spirit rises.
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To Die with Dignity
To die with dignity —
That’s all this “life” has been.
If you stay in “serenity,”
You’re just a film of slime within.
Slime amidst the vomit —
That’s this “world” entire:
A cesspool made for morons,
For mutual gunfire.
Rarely comes exemption —
Every hour they fall:
They kill without redemption
If you’re not their thrall.
If you’re not a traitor —
You’re the next to burn.
Your “neighbor,” now a hater,
Waits for your return.
Grains of Mind are dying,
Flickers fade away.
This world, vile and lying,
Can’t be born anew this way.
That Rubicon’s behind us —
Spirit’s torn apart.
Honor’s dead inside us,
Conscience lost its heart.
To save your Soul — surrender,
Die to what decays.
Don’t obey pretenders —
Death’s the only phase.
Not through self-destruction —
But through total gift:
Once you’re sick of corruption,
Let the last veil lift!
Only death worth living,
Only death with fight!
Rotting “life” forgiving,
Drowns in endless night.
Better die in battle,
Even if it’s hard —
Let the filth all rattle —
We have sunk too far.
Fight and fall.
Slime won’t last.
Soul survives.
Filth is past.
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1.
Die with fire.
Spit on slime.
Rise, Soul.
End the filth.
2.
Death with honor.
Life’s rot crushed.
Mind freed.
Spirit stands.
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To Die with Dignity
Fight and fall.
Soul survives.
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Longing for Fools
The Earth is filled with mad slaves,
At least they’re fools!
They’re crushed and ground by lies,
As the world’s deceit rules.
Call them “citizens,”
Do with them what you please.
The goal is clear — mere cattle,
Worthless as a breeze.
This breed is bred,
A madman’s raw material.
Minds sink into the cesspool,
Spirits weakened, barely real.
All this is involution,
Artificial, fully so.
Wars and revolutions
Are doubly false, we know.
They’re just tools to cull
The crowded flock of slaves.
Only lies they leave behind —
A bomb, to misbehave.
It explodes young minds,
Blinding them as children.
Torture feels normal —
Life becomes a crypt unhidden.
Few are truly dead —
The “living” are zombies:
Their Souls are gone,
Not merely fools, but empty bodies.
Mind crushed young.
Fools obey.
Soul survives.
End decay.
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1.
Fools are lost.
Souls crushed.
Lies reign.
Wake, resist.
2.
Mad slaves abound.
Spirits fall.
Life’s rot spreads.
Stand tall.
3.
Mind crushed young.
Fools obey.
Soul survives.
End decay.
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Longing for Fools
Mind crushed.
Soul rises.
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Forgery and Pledge
The dead, the zombies, fools abound,
Nonsense, lies, slanders, forged schemes —
From forgery, no spark is found:
A petty world is drawn on all eyes, it seems.
That little world is built by inhuman hands.
Forgery is the essence of its walls.
The Spirit alone can tear these lands:
This world’s no world — an Inferno calls.
The chief task: to send a haze,
A stupor falling through the centuries long.
One goal remains — to slay the Spirit’s blaze,
All else is smoke, deceitful and strong.
You are a Spiritual Being. Forgery —
You’re just a sack of bones and guts.
God left this world long ago —
Satan rules the Inferno, no ifs or buts.
Through shock and fear, his rule proceeds,
While lies flood this world’s vast ocean.
Believe the creature — an idiot feeds:
A citizen of hollow nations, no devotion.
Do not believe; first journey inward,
To realms untouched by forged deceit.
There only shine Light, Truth, and the Word,
Where Freedom and Happiness truly meet.
And outward then, you may proceed,
Once the haze is pierced by Light.
Much vileness may still lie ahead, indeed,
Yet we’ll overcome forgery — root of blight.
Lies crumble.
Spirit stands.
Forge within.
Free your hands.
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1.
Pierce the haze.
Light survives.
Spirit rises.
Lies fall.
2.
Forgery reigns.
Souls awake.
Truth endures.
Fools break.
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Forgery and Pledge
Lies fall.
Spirit rises.
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The Point
You must place the point —
And sweep away all the CRAP.
You’ve dragged that cart since childhood,
Its poison, endless and slap.
Worse than death — in the bardo
You’ll stumble in as a fool,
Back into HELL again. Yet only
A little courage will break the rule.
The VISION — direct, unshaken,
Essence of “spiritual schemes.”
Only this is bold, unbroken,
Or else you’re numb and mute in dreams.
In this Inferno you’ll writhe —
Burdened like a stubborn ass.
But dwelling WITHIN, alive —
Evil cannot reach, cannot harass.
Switch on intuition,
Let it guide you clear.
Honor Buddhism’s tradition —
A fortress strong, sincere.
A fortress beyond concepts,
Beyond the realm of men.
Introspection’s recipes
Deliver from devils’ den.
Vision clear.
Evil falls.
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1.
Inside, the mind shines.
Hell dissolves.
2.
See the truth.
Drop the crap.
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The Point
Clear mind.
Hell ends.
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Massive Plans
The wise, in general, hold no weight,
While fools encircle every gate.
A fool obeys like a trained dog —
This madhouse reeks, thick as fog.
The stench of these hounds suffocates —
Propaganda’s foul, rotten traits.
The fool stands ready once again
To do the bidding of the fiendly men.
Assignments stream through every news,
The fiend rules via the media’s ruse.
The obedient idiot parrots back
Whatever the psychopathic pack.
Through the press, lies reach the blind,
And common nonsense grips the mind.
Yet fools don’t see the subtle harm
That spreads from falsehoods’ cruel charm.
The damage is always carefully planned —
The fiends’ “massive plans” are manned.
For years ahead, they’ve laid their scheme,
Woven tightly with deceit supreme.
Fiends plot.
We resist.
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1.
Fools march.
Plans of fiends unfold.
2.
Lies reign.
Fools obey.
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Fiends scheme.
We strike.
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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”
“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense rattles from the cradle wild.
“Be only Human here!” — they say,
If parents aren’t themselves astray.
A rare voice cuts through the noise,
While nonsense strikes the children’s joys.
Become a pro — your Soul will fade:
Serving Goats, your labor paid.
Creativity, if steadfast, true,
Follows another law, its due:
You’ll be poor, alone, but free,
A pledge before your Soul to see.
Yet sell yourself — and you’ll be lost,
The price of falsehood, grave, and cost.
Rise, or let your Soul be crushed!
Stand, or drown in the endless hush!
Defy the Goats, the liars, the vile,
Or rot in chains — deceit your trial!
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Save your Soul —
Or drown in lies.
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Awake — or perish.
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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”
“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense screams from cradle wild.
“Be Human only!” — parents say,
If not themselves astray.
A rare voice cuts the noise,
While nonsense strikes at children’s joys.
Become a pro — your Soul will fade,
Serving Goats, your labor paid.
Creativity, steadfast, true,
Follows laws the blind won’t view.
You’ll be poor, alone, but free,
A pledge before your Soul to see.
Sell yourself — and you’re lost,
The price of falsehood, grave, and cost.
The world of liars, vile and sly,
Will chain your Spirit, make it die.
Rise — or rot.
Defy — or die.
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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”
“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Nonsense screams from the cradle wild!
“Be Human only!” — they bark,
If parents aren’t themselves a mark.
A rare voice cuts the endless din,
While lies strike hard — your Soul wears thin.
Become a pro — your Spirit dies,
Serving Goats, beneath their lies.
Creativity, if firm and true,
Follows laws the blind won’t view.
Poor, alone — but free you’ll stand,
A pledge of Soul held in your hand.
Sell yourself — rot in chains,
Falsehood flows through all your veins.
World of liars, vile and sly,
Chains your Spirit, makes it die.
Rise — or rot!
Defy — or die!
Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Let the falsehood crumble, break, despise!
Stand unbowed — your Soul aflame,
Or rot in shame, a hollow name!
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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”
“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Cradle roars, the world is wild!
“Be Human only!” — rare voice cracks,
While nonsense hammers, Spirit lacks.
Become a pro — your Soul will fade,
Serving Goats, in lies arrayed.
Creativity, if firm and bold,
Follows laws the blind won’t hold.
Poor and lone — but free you stand,
A pledge of Soul gripped in your hand.
Sell yourself — and rot in chains,
Falsehood runs through all your veins.
Rise — or rot!
Defy — or die!
Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Let the falsehood crumble, break, despise!
Stand unbowed — your Soul aflame,
Or rot in shame, a hollow name!
Rise — tear down the Goats!
Shatter lies in thunderous throats!
Soul aflame, strike or die,
Rot in chains — refuse to lie!
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“Who Do You Want to Be, Child?”
“Who do you want to be, child?” —
Cradle roars, the world runs wild!
“Be Human only!” — rare voice screams,
Cutting through the nightmare of dreams.
Become a pro — your Soul dies fast,
Serving Goats, their lies hold fast.
Stand firm in art, defy the herd,
Your Spirit’s pledge — no empty word.
Poor, alone — but free to fight,
Chains shatter in the blazing light.
Sell yourself — rot, decay, and fall,
Or rise — defy the Goats and all!
Strike the Goats! Smash the lies!
Shatter falsehood, break, despise!
Soul aflame — strike, burn, defy,
Or rot in shame, a hollow cry!
Rise! Tear down the Goats!
Crush lies in thunderous throats!
Soul aflame — strike or die!
Chains break — refuse to lie!
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Child — Rise!
Strike the Goats! Burn the lies!
Soul aflame — chains break, truth flies!
Rot or rise — choose fire, not shame!
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Flame or Rot
Child, be Human — not a Goat!
Crush the lies that choke your throat!
Soul on fire, strike falsehood dead,
Or rot in chains — the Spirit bled!
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Soul’s Hammer
Rise, Child — smash the Goat’s deceit!
Chains shatter beneath your blazing feet!
Strike the lies — let falsehoods burn!
Soul unbound — the world will learn!
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Strike!
Crush the Goats! Burn the lies!
Soul aflame — the Spirit flies!
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Rise or Rot
Be Human — strike the Goat, defy!
Sell your Soul — and rot, or die!
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The Fool Camp
Purity is not simplicity:
You cleanse the mind of lies — if it’s complex.
No accident the SCUM lie endlessly —
To wipe away Purity is their reflex.
Lose it, and you become a slave
To the global top — their cold regime.
They don’t want riches — only the knave
To be sick in head, their perfect scheme.
Killing dullards — very simple work:
Weaken the mind — and soil the Soul.
Intuition off — you’re easy to jerk,
Emotions lash you, break your control.
They play on feelings when the mind’s cut short;
For scum it’s not chance but plan and art:
To slander, trigger the whip of sport —
A buzzing fool set to play his part.
This is war. Devote your time to learn
The enemy’s methods — or drift and fall
Into the dark: the Concentration Camp of Fools,
Where Reason dies and madness rules.
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Passing in Short Measure
A hit just under the ribs —
Here only luck can aid,
If you’re not a total psycho,
And your mind hasn’t decayed.
Only the drive, fierce and bright,
To know it all and thus be free,
Will help you here. Otherwise —
Among the herds you’ll graze, you see.
There are “spiritual pens” —
Where sweetly they always bleat.
The Soul there suffers losses —
For the Goat “leads” the sheep.
Essence cannot be transmitted —
Only nudged with force, with might,
Towards an insight. Cast aside
The trivial, step into the light.
Go inward first, always,
Crush the rotten lie at start.
The herds have fallen so profoundly
That all this shakes the heart.
Be bold — there’s no candy prize
When shattering horrors both within and out.
Most have perished — soulless,
These herds, their truth in doubt.
And LIE, the “teacher,”
Strengthens through the ages long.
You, witness to this filth,
Multiply its ashes strong.
This is alchemy. Are you worthy?
Then it will come to you, indeed.
Here only the Warrior counts —
The Warrior of Spirit, not the “baa-bleed.”
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Spirit Warrior
Nudge the soul — the herd bleats on,
Lies sharpen, courage must be drawn.
Only the Warrior dares the fight —
All else are sheep, lost to the night.
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Strike the Soul
Herds tremble, lies reign — only the Warrior survives,
Step inside, shatter falsehoods, let the spirit rise.
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Warrior’s Strike
Herds rot. Lies rule. Step in — shatter all.
Spirit rises. Only the Warrior stands tall.
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Herds decay, their lies hold sway,
Step inside — tear truth’s veil away.
Spirit fights, the weak will fall,
Only the Warrior answers the call.
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Herds rot, their falsehoods breed decay,
Strike inside, let no lie stay.
Only the Spirit-warrior dares to rise,
All else suffocate in their own despise.
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Smash the herds, their lies like slime!
Strike the heart—no pause, no time!
Spirit-warrior, stand or fall,
All else rot beneath the thrall!
Lie-fed flocks, your doom is near,
Truth within will cut like spear!
Fearless, strike through shadowed night,
Only the bold will claim the Light!
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Transmission underblow, a hit beneath the ribs,
Only luck will guard the fool from fate’s harsh fibs.
The burning urge to know it all, to grasp and save,
Is the torch that cuts through the herd’s enslaving cave.
Spiritual pens, they bleat in saccharine lies,
Souls take wounds while the Goat commands the skies.
Essence cannot be passed; only a shove, a spark,
To light the inner path from the choking dark.
Go inward first, dismantle the rotten lie,
For herds have fallen low, trembling as they die.
Be bold—no sugar treat awaits your grasp,
Crush horror within and without, unclench your clasp.
Soulless flocks, centuries-old deception’s breath,
The lie the teacher, spinning slow threads of death.
You, witness of this rot, scatter ashes in the wind,
Alchemy of Spirit—only Warriors begin.
Warrior of the Spirit, not the “baaa” herd’s slave,
Strike the darkness open, ride the wave.
Let intuition guide you past all falsity,
The essence, the Light, the path to true clarity.
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Transmission Underblow
Hit beneath the ribs, luck’s thin shield!
Herds of fools march blind, their souls unhealed.
Burn to know, to grasp — your sword, your flame!
Shatter the pens, the Goat’s cruel game.
Essence cannot pass, only sparks ignite,
The inner path cuts through the choking night.
Go inward first, tear the rotten lie,
Herds tremble low as falsehoods die.
No sugar treat waits, only horror crushed,
Souls rise while centuries of lies are hushed.
The lie, the teacher, centuries-long rot,
Warriors strike, the Spirit takes the shot.
Ride the wave of Light, strike dark’s deceits,
Intuition guides past all the falsehoods’ streets.
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Transmission Underblow
Hit beneath, luck thin, survive or break.
Herds of fools, blind eyes, their spirits quake.
Burn to know, to grasp — the inner flame!
Shatter pens, Goat’s game, none stay the same.
Essence sparks, not passed, ignite the night.
Tear rotten lies, cut through falsehood’s blight.
Warrior stands, Spirit strikes, lies fall.
Follow Light, intuition — answer the call.
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Transmission Underblow
Hit beneath, survive or die,
Herds of fools obey the lie.
Spirit sparks — cut rotten ties,
Follow Light, let falsehood die.
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Transmission Underblow
Smash the lie, let the herd bleed,
Shatter fools, they obey the creed.
Spirit ignites, the darkness quakes,
Strike the false, the world awakes.
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Thunderstrike Transmission
Crash! The herd shatters, fools scatter,
Lies explode, the air splits matter.
Spirit ignites — no chains, no mask,
Strike the false! The world’s hard task.
Shivers run, the sky is torn,
Darkness quakes — a soul reborn.
No mercy here, no subtle art,
Just lightning ripping through the heart.
Blast through deceit, tear it apart,
Each strike a hammer on the dark.
Stand fearless, warrior of flame,
Thunder shouts your unbound name.
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Thunderflash
Crash! Lies shatter, fools ignite,
Spirit strikes — raw, unbound, alight.
Darkness burns; the soul takes flight.
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Boltstrike
Fools crack under thunder’s might,
Spirit surges — obliterate night.
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Thunder Lash
Lightning rips the sky, fools shatter,
Fear bows down — the Spirit climbs,
Night explodes beneath the storm’s teeth.
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Shockstrike
Flash!
Boom!
Rage!
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Thunder Wrath
Flash cracks the sky, rage ignites,
Lightning tears through endless nights.
Boom shakes the ground, the storm commands,
Power unleashed in mortal hands.
No chains, no fear, the world’s aflame,
Strike, rebel, rise — no soul to tame.
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Ïðàâà — âñ¸ â äûðàõ îäåÿëî.
×òîáû ñîãðåòüñÿ, çíàé, òÿíè
Âñ¸ íà ñåáÿ, äðóãèì ÷òî ìàëî
Òåïëà — çàáóäü. È îáâèíè
Íåðàñòîðîïíîñòü — íå Ñèñòåìó.
×òî äûðû äåëàåò îíà —
Íå òðîæü íåâûãîäíóþ òåìó:
Ïîä äûðêîé áóäåøü — âîò öåíà.
Îáúåäèíÿþòñÿ ïîäîíêè,
Ñèëüíåé ÷òîá íà ñåáÿ òÿíóòü.
Òêàíü â ëîñêóòàõ, çëîâîííûõ, òîíêèõ, —
Ïðîñíóâøèìñÿ Ñïëîøíàÿ Æóòü.
Âàðèàíò ïðåäïîñëåäíåé ñòðîêè:
Òêàíü â ëîñêóòàõ, çàñð`àíûõ, òîíêèõ, —
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Áîëüøàÿ Ïðîðåõà âìåñòî íîìèíàëüíûõ ïðàâ
"Ïðàâà ÷åëîâåêà"...
Íî ÍÅÒÓ åãî =>
Áîëüøàÿ ïðîðåõà.
Øîâ — ëîæü. Íè÷åãî
Ðåàëüíîãî — ðàáñòâî.
Ïðèêðûë åãî "èçì",
À ÒÂÀÐÅÉ òèðàíñòâî —
Ïðèâû÷íûé ôàøèçì:
"Âèíîâåí" íüþ-ôþðåð.
 Òåíè êóêëîâîä
Óçîðû íà øêóðå
Âûâîäèò, à ñáðîä
(Òî áûâøèå ëþäè,
Äíåñü ïèùåé íà áëþäå —
Ãàââàõ áëþäîì ê ÷àþ)
Ñîáûòèé íàâàë
Ñ÷èòàåò ñëó÷àéíûì:
 ìàðàçìå ïðîïàë.
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Îãîíü â îáìàí íå çàêîâàòü —
Ïðîðâ¸òñÿ, ñìîåò ëîæü îïÿòü.
Òîòàëüíà ëîæü, è åþ â äðîæü
Áðîñàåòñÿ ìèðîê. Óìíîæü
Îãîíü â ñåáå, åãî âîâíå,
Õîòü âñ¸ â ãîâíå (íàâàð â öåíå!),
Íàïðàâü, êîãäà îãðîìåí æàð —
Ðàçäóé ñâîé ìàëåíüêèé ïîæàð.
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×åðåç òåðíèè íå ê çâ¸çäàì
Ñ÷àñòüÿ íåò: óáîãèõ áðåä
Ïîä íàïîðîì Ëæè Òîòàëüíîé.
Íåò ñâîáîäû — åñòü ëèøü Ñâåò
Âíå Ïðåäåëîâ Èíôåðíàëüíûõ.
Ïîèñê Ñâåòà ýòî ïóòü
×åðåç òåðíèè — íå ê çâ¸çäàì:
Îäîëåâ Çåìíóþ Æóòü,
Ñìåëî ïðûãíóòü â Íåâîçìîæíîñòü.
Íåâîçìîæíîñòü äëÿ òîëïû,
Îãëóïëÿåìîé íåùàäíî
(Äíåñü ñâîáîäíûìè... ðàáû —
"Åðåñü" ãóáÿò áåñïîùàäíî),
Íåïðåëîæíîñòü äëÿ îòâàæíûõ
È ðàçóìíûõ — æèçíè íåò
Ñðåäü ïóãëèâûõ è ïðîäàæíûõ:
Íå ñïàñàåò "ñ÷àñòüÿ" áðåä,
Ðàçâëå÷åíüÿ äëÿ áóìàæíûõ
Òèãðîâ. ×åðåç Íåâîçìîæíîñòü â Ñâåò —
Íà Èñêàíèÿ îòâåò
È åäèíñòâåííûé îáåò.
Âàðèàíò ñ äâóìÿ äîïîëíèòåëüíûìè ñòðîêàìè.
(Äíåñü ñâîáîäíûìè... ðàáû —
"Åðåñü" ãóáÿò áåñïîùàäíî;
Ñìóòû â ïðîøëîì â Àäå ÑÌÐÀÄíîì —
Òîëüêî áëåÿíüå îòðàäíî),
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Ñòûä Êàìåííûõ Äæóíãëåé
Êîòû óõîäÿò ïîíåìíîãó:
Îòðàâà, ñ îêîí êèïÿòîê.
Îíè, êàê âèäíî, áëèæå ê áîãó —
Äâóíîãèé òóï è ñëåï, æåñòîê.
Äâóíîãèé äèê: èç êàìíÿ äæóíãëè —
Îïàñíåé ìåñò â ïîìèíå íåò.
È íå ïîìîãóò â Äè÷è óãëè —
Íå îòîãíàòü â Íî÷è Çëà Áðåä.
Çëà Áðåä ñòðàøíåå äèíîçàâðîâ,
È ïîîãðîìíåé — âñþäó ñòðàõ:
È ÷åëîâåê ñòàë ìèíîòàâðîì —
Äíåñü ëàáèðèíòîì Ìèðà Ïðàõ.
Íåò âûõîäà èç ëàáèðèíòà —
Ïî êðóãó, ïðåâðàùàÿñü â òëåí.
Êîòû óõîäÿò. Ãäå æå ïèíòà? —
Çàáûòü íà ìèã ó ÒÂÀÐÅÉ ïëåí.
Ñîêðûòà íåëþäü: ï-ðåçèäåíòû,
Âîæäè è ïðî÷àÿ ***íÿ.
Íå îïóñòåþò ïîñòàìåíòû
Äî ïðàçäíèêà: â í¸ì øêâàë Îãíÿ
Ñìåò¸ò Ïîçîð, ÷òî íîñèò èìÿ
Öèâèëèçàöèè. Ïîðà
Óéòè â ñåáÿ, îò Çëà Ðåæèìà
Ñïàñàÿ Äóøó, — Êðîëè÷üÿ Íîðà
Çàêðûòà íûíå, à "ãëóáèíû"
Ÿ òåïåðü îáû÷íûé áðåä:
Äíåñü Ïðåâðàùåíèå â ÑÊÎÒÈÍÓ
Ïîâåñòêîé äíÿ, ðàç êðèêíóòü "íåò!"
Îñìåëèëèñü ëèøü åäèíèöû —
Òî ïîêàçàë øìóðäÿê-ãîâíèä.
Àðìàãåääîí óæå íå ìíèòñÿ —
×ðåç Ñîëíöà îãíü ñîææ¸ò âåñü Ñòûä.
Ïðèìå÷àíèå: ñ îêîí êèïÿòîê — íå ïîýòè÷åñêîå ïðåóâåëè÷åíèå,
à ôàêò, â ìîðîç ðàçíîîáðàçÿò õîëîäíîé âîäîé; îòðàâëåíèå, ïî-âèäèìîìó, íîâûé âèä ñïîðòà.
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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!
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