147 poems

Brouwer’s Intuitionist School

The proofs of math — so proud, so pure —
Are doubtful more than they admit.
Just drop the dogmas we endure,
That binary straitjacket of “wit”

They forced on Reason. Brouwer showed —
Deny a few “laws” they adore —
And look! Their temple’s empty code
Reveals the zealot’s rotten core.

The twisted “priests” still rule the scene,
Their “sciences” — obedient slaves.
Speculation reigns supreme, obscene —
While truth lies gagged in mental graves.

Believe in nothing. Trust your sight
Within — where intuition burns.
Think sharp, go inward, judge the blight:
The scum have drowned Tradition’s turns —

And spread their “science” — thick and gray —
To cloud the mind, to rot the Way.



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1.
Think — don’t believe! The truth’s inside.
The “wise” are blind — their math has lied.

2.
Brouwer smashed the priests of proof —
Their “logic” is a padded roof.

3.
No faith in dogma — trust your spark!
The mind’s been muzzled — bite the dark!

4.
Their “science” stinks — intuition breathes.
Cut off the rot, before it seethes.

5.
Inside — the light. Outside — decay.
The fools still preach the “rational” way.



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1.
Think or Die — Intuition’s Law!
Tear the Logic’s Muzzled Jaw!

2.
Inside — the Light. Outside — the Lie.
The Mind must Wake, or Rot and Die.

3.
No Dogma Rules the Inner Flame —
The Truth within destroys their Game.

4.
Kill the Creed — the Core will rise!
Their “Proofs” are Chains, their “Math” — disguise.



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Inside — the Fire. Outside — the Lie.
Break their Logic — or never Try.

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The Spirit sees — the Mind obeys.
No Dogma binds the Inner Blaze.

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They built their “truth” on hollow schemes —
I burn their walls to reach the Gleam.

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Their Logic rots — the Spirit lives.
No Proof remains — the Fire gives.



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Their Logic screams — but never knows,
The Spirit burns — the Fire grows.
No Thought can cage what Truth became —
The Void remembers its own Flame.



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The Label-Man

A man of labels — stuck and sold,
A walking ad, a banner bold.
Propaganda hits its mark —
And “being yourself” is now a lark.

The PR beasts and TV liars
Spew filth to feed the brain’s small fires.
The crowd turns numb — their minds decay,
They’ll swallow anything today.

The lies grow louder, hearts grow cold —
The global Fascist age takes hold.
No Reason left — the Spirit’s dim,
While screens still howl their zombie hymn.

But labels burn, and beasts will fall —
Insanity won’t rule it all.
The Sun, not cows, now clears the air —
It burns the filth — the world laid bare.



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1.
Burn the labels — burn the lie.
Let the Spirit, not the sky, decide.

2.
Their world’s a brand — their souls are sold.
But Truth ignites — and melts their mold.

3.
No more slogans, no more slime —
The Fire ends their plastic time.

4.
Sun of Truth — incinerate!
Fake and foul — annihilate!

5.
They sold their minds for hollow fame —
We’ll burn their world — and cleanse the Name.



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Burn the labels, scorch the lie.
The Sun will cleanse — let falsehood die.



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The Brave Dog

A little dog with steel in heart —
He snaps at mutts without a pause.
But gentle with his human part —
Strength counts for naught; compassion’s laws.

He chased them all — myself included —
Among the weak and faint of soul.
Few brave ones walk this Earth, undiluted;
The dog’s a guide, not swine’s control.

Yet swine sets every “standard” high,
Though hidden by a lie’s thin veil.
Each one here, like pioneer, must vie
To serve… evil. Don’t dare derail!

For evil wears the name of “good,”
Even the dog can read the plot.
But with the two-legged, tyrant’s hood
Has smashed their minds — the truth forgot.



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1.
The dog is brave — the swine deceive.
Truth stands firm, but fools believe.

2.
Few dare, yet one dog shows the way.
The tyrants lie — the meek obey.

3.
Courage bites, while falsehood reigns.
The dog sees clear through all their chains.

4.
Brave dog fights, the swine just play.
Evil wears a mask — beware its sway.



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The dog stands brave — the swine lie bare.
Evil wears a mask, but truth is there.



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The Seed of Renunciation

If in you lies this tiny seed —
Nurture it, cherish every deed.
Expose it to the Sun’s pure light,
And water it with Truth’s own might.

Though lies grow wild, a choking weed —
Protect the sprout, remove the greed.
Else soon it dies — too soon, too fast —
Lost to the vile and shadowed past.

Among the weeds the pests abound,
Keep it safe, let none confound.
For if this plant should fade away,
Only oblivion will stay.

Within the seed a Spirit’s spark —
It alone gives value in the dark.
The rest are whispers, filth, and spite,
Dragging the world from Truth to blight.



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1.
Nurture the seed — let Truth ignite.
Lies choke the world — defend the light.

2.
A spark of Spirit in your hand —
Protect it well, or lose the land.

3.
Weeds may rise and pests may crawl,
The seed survives — and conquers all.

4.
One seed of Truth can brave the night,
While lies collapse before its light.



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Nurture the seed — let Spirit rise.
Lies will fall before its eyes.



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Knock, Knock, Knock…

Knock, knock, knock — it’s not so hard
To bear this crazy, lying world,
Though falsehood strikes, grotesque and marred,
Its filth and woe around us curled.

Knock, knock, knock — the Judas taps,
The traitor marches as if to war.
Work? Duty? Friendship? Traps!
Love? To hell with that — nothing more.

What friendship lives among the slaves?
What love dwells in the fool’s dark halls?
Their only service feeds the graves,
Their veins run poison, not blood at all.

Knock, knock, knock — the fascists pound,
To spill the last drop, drown the mind.
In this dim world, they’d drag us down,
And drown both Spirit and Reason blind.

Light! Light!! Light!!! — the Sun will blaze,
Scorching Hell’s abyss to ash.
It burns the filth in all its maze —
Tremble, traitor, feel the lash!



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1.
Knock, traitor, knock — your lies will burn.
The Sun will rise, the world will turn.

2.
Fools and fascists strike and pound —
The Spirit’s light will burn them down.

3.
Knock, knock, knock — your end is near.
The Sun will scorch all lies and fear.

4.
Traitors tap, the world deceives —
The Fire of Truth will make them grieve.



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Knock, traitors, knock — the Sun will rise.
Your lies will burn before all eyes.



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People on a Platter

Small people,
From a tiny “land,”
Food served merely
On a platter, hand in hand.

This war is for the soul,
And long it’s raged.
Listen to none —
The brazen fool is staged.

Here, only nonsense speaks,
All media lie.
They promise much,
While devouring all nearby.

Distractions abound —
The plates are just a guise.
Less is the torment
If horror hides from eyes.

Horror’s always near —
The brazen media scheme
Distracts with poisonous lies
That fog the mind’s bright beam.



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1.
Small people serve the mighty’s feast.
Their souls are war — their truth deceased.

2.
Media lies, distractions spread —
But Spirit wakes where fools are fed.

3.
On platters lie the meek and small.
The Sun will burn the lies of all.

4.
Fools are served while liars dine.
The Spirit fights, the truth will shine.



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Fools on platters, lies abound.
The Spirit wakes — the truth stands sound.



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Emptiness and Chaos

To fill the void with endless drivel,
The primal core of Consciousness itself,
And then call all this chaos civil,
A super-valuable piranha on the shelf.

The result — it tears the flesh away
From all phenomena, consuming still
Only “surfaces,” while madness holds sway,
A spirit tormented by the beast’s cruel will.

In such a race, you’ll lose the Pure,
Devoured by carnivorous desire.
The Light loves emptiness, demure,
Yet smoke and stench obscure its fire.

Cast off the nonsense — be empty, clean.
Forget your cares, your vows, your dreams.
Or else the piranha’s worm unseen
Will grow inside, fed by corrupt schemes.

Reject the fools, their tainted ways —
They’ve fouled all spiritual traditions.
From such a world, depart, erase
Yourself — it’s only plebs and conditions.

To work with this Emptiness today
Is granted to the rarest few.
The world is trash, its reason astray —
The mind’s clarity only dreams pursue.



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1.
Empty your mind — cast nonsense out.
The Light remains while lies burn out.

2.
Piranhas gnaw at all you see —
Emptiness alone will set you free.

3.
Fools have poisoned every way.
The Spirit’s void will make them pay.

4.
The world’s a mess, its reason thin.
Emptiness cleanses all within.



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Empty your mind — let Spirit reign.
All lies will burn, all filth in vain.



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Betrayal and Greed

Consumer lust and traitors’ ways,
Mad nonsense spreading all around.
Fear, corruption, greedy craze —
Is this a world? A madhouse found.

The “Doctor” spews his poisoned spiel,
A creature vile, a human sham,
Who smooths the lies like padded wheel.
What more do beasts require of man?

Just taxes, booze, and food to chew,
A little fun to keep them blind.
Prepare their bibs, their slop, their stew,
Clear ears, devour — and howl, unkind.

Hear this: propaganda tears
What once withstood its grinding sway.
The fascist gangs, now drunk on airs,
Have sunk in hate and led astray.

The “Doctor” injects his special brew,
Its lies a base — a potent scheme.
Those creatures follow orders true,
And raze the world like fevered dream.

On ruins they will build anew,
All madmen swept into the fray.
The new regime — behold the view:
Where humans dwell, the filth will stay.



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1.
Traitors feast while fools obey.
The Spirit burns — the lies decay.

2.
Greed and treachery rule the land.
One spark of Truth will make them stand.

3.
The Doctor feeds the world with lies.
The Spirit sees — the falsehood dies.

4.
Fools are slaves to filthy schemes.
Truth will rise and crush their dreams.



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Traitors reign, the fools obey.
Truth will rise and burn their sway.



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The Quiver of Delirium Beneath Our Feet

No ground beneath our feet — just trembling MADNESS now,
All turned to fools — the rot of ages shows its brow.
Mad slaves — so easy to command, a hand to steer,
And next they’ll be mere cattle — killed, or brought to fear.

To do it, they chase souls and minds with frantic lies,
Driving only nonsense, till the heart and reason die.
From all this filthy drivel springs a vast and dreadful harm,
No soil beneath our footsteps — first you drown within its charm.

Then bite and cling with teeth to Spirit’s single thread,
The days are coming near — in SPIRIT lives the bread.
Motion in the world will be — a Cataclysm will come,
It’ll sweep away this wretched yoke, this slavish, hollow scum.

It’ll wipe out that poor bondage, and Light will fill the span —
So runs the answer dealt to Evil’s ghastly plan.



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1.
No ground remains — the Spirit stands.
Light will sweep away all evil hands.

2.
Madness quakes beneath our feet.
The Spirit rises — Evil meets defeat.

3.
Slavery falls, the Light ignites.
The Spirit burns through endless nights.

4.
Fools may rule, the world may shake.
But Spirit wakes — their lies will break.



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No ground beneath — yet Spirit stays.
Light sweeps the world, and ends the maze.



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Schizo-Protection

Schizo-protection —
Better than all shields.
All the stinking LIES around —
Like oil, it kills the fields.

When Spirit fades, the self
Becomes a zombie’s mask,
And schizophrenic stealth
Turns fools into the task.

It’s not enough to stay —
Madness is weak defense:
You sell yourself away
To scum — their vile expense.

When scum destroy your mind,
It’s over, all is lost.
But schizophrenia will find
Strength — you gain at no cost.

Suddenly you’re invulnerable:
No one can drive you insane,
For you are already mad,
Arrows of shit miss their aim.

All the filth inside your head
Will shield you from the sting.
Propaganda pricks
Only scratch — they cannot bring.

It merely twists the nonsense,
Not driving it in deep.
The villains stand aside,
Too busy, not a peep.

Schizo-protection —
Multiply it fast.
Multiply its stench,
And a Schizo-storm will last.



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1.
Schizo-shield — the lies decay.
Madness guards where fools betray.

2.
Madness shields, the scum can’t strike.
Schizo-force protects alike.

3.
Insane, yet safe — the arrows miss.
Schizo-power burns the abyss.

4.
Multiply the madness, stench and all.
Schizo-storm — no lies shall crawl.



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Schizo-shield — the scum cannot strike.
Madness reigns, and truth survives alike.



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The Zombie Box and the Rabble

The Zombie Box — a circus of fools.
The chief clown? The so-called president.
Many other freaks play the rules,
A fake-scientist spreads fog with intent.

He serves as fakir, clouding all eyes,
While the master of ceremonies will say
That elections rule the world’s guise,
And all TV watchers nod away.

They swallow it whole — they “choose”
What every vile hand sneaks in.
Their minds are empty, their Spirit mute,
Disconnected from what’s within.

Thus the Zombie Box can convince
Them of anything at all.
The world’s a circus of the insane,
Since God abandoned the hall.

A circus of freaks plus fools combined —
Plainly, it’s a madhouse declared.
The refuge of all “patriots” blind —
A wild Sodom, no countries spared.

It’s global. Ruled by creatures vile,
Not by the dumb clown-president.
Or by the parliaments’ servile pile —
All bound by lies as cement.

The Zombie Box will spread deceit,
The zombified masses will believe.
Hence this lousy fascism feeds,
For not a people — but rabble conceived.



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1.
Fools on screens, the rabble cheers.
Truth stands firm while lies appear.

2.
The Zombie Box spreads endless lies.
The Spirit sees — the falsehood dies.

3.
Circus of freaks, the world enslaved.
One spark of truth — the lies are razed.

4.
Clowns and scum control the show.
The Spirit wakes — their power goes.



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Fools on screens, the rabble reigns.
Spirit wakes — their lies are chains.



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Lies to the Brim

Stones in the kidneys,
Bile in the mind,
You’re like a barrel —
Torment confined.

Lies are poured,
Filled to the brim.
The “elite” —
Devils who scream.

Along with their
Little dog Judas.
Time of the crush —
The Spirit’s fuss.

They’ll squeeze you dry,
The body remains
Soulless. And
Hell’s work gains.

It will end —
Complete knockout.
If you obey —
Scout of evil, no doubt.

Fight, don’t
Wait for mercy:
Spirit is valued —
The bastards perish.

With a Pure Spirit
Opposition falls —
Defeating the hellish
Demons’ thralls.



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1.
Spirit stands — the liars fall.
Hell’s deceit will heed your call.

2.
Fight the lies, let Spirit reign.
Bastards burn, their power slain.

3.
Filled with lies, the world may scream.
Spirit’s light will crush the scheme.

4.
Oppose the hellish, stand and strike.
Spirit triumphs — demons like.



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Spirit stands — the liars die.
Hell’s deceit crushed — their power lies.



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Cash and Evil

"One must be dead to prefer money."
— Marina Tsvetaeva


Dow… Dow-n index —
Greed and “success.”
Whores, vodka, sauna mix —
A multitude of excess.

And all “life” is this —
Business, damn it all!
The song is sung:
Dead — count the cash, stand tall.

Envy this! they cry…
Like a Papuan fool:
“Beads” — money stored high,
A token, a tool.

The whole world — those “beads,”
If Spirit is lost in oblivion.
Listen to none —
Lies pierce the ears like scission.

Start from the beginning —
Understand all from zero,
Or the Soul will vanish
Among beads where decay grows.

They’ll drain your soul —
This inhuman scheme
Was created to enslave.
Cut the “cabbage” — hell deem.

Man is made for Creation —
Not for cash.
Cash is anti-divine,
A concentration of Evil brash.



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1.
Cash rules fools — the Spirit dies.
Evil grows where money lies.

2.
Beads of greed will steal your soul.
Creation fights — reclaim the whole.

3.
Man is made for art, not cash.
Evil crumbles in Spirit’s flash.

4.
Money blinds, the world decays.
Spirit rises, Evil pays.



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Cash blinds fools, the Spirit wakes.
Evil falls where truth remakes.



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The Image of the Enemy

Without an enemy’s face,
What’s the point of all the drink?
Let’s pick some foolish neighbor —
Who cares? It’s easy to sink.

That same fool — reversed,
It’s all habitual, you see.
Spreading nonsense comes so easy,
So common, so routine to be.

They take that nonsense as truth,
The fools believe the lie.
Assign the enemy
A darkness deep and sly.

We’ll stage some “terrorism” —
Our secret services can play.
Mass stupidity!
Who needs friendship anyway?

When one nation,
As in Korea, strikes its own,
So boldly beats a brother down,
Lies multiply full-blown.

All the falsehoods spread,
Until submission reigns complete,
When rotten chaos finally kills itself,
Not petty squabbles — concrete.

Example here: CowID.
Earlier seeds were sown,
Lying AIDS, propaganda spread,
And poisoned minds had grown.

Without an enemy’s face,
The rabble would be bored.
So we forge the mask!
The horns stick everywhere —
Yet sheep never see the sword.



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1.
Forge the enemy, blind the herd.
Lies spread fast — the truth deferred.

2.
Without a foe, the fools would sleep.
So lies arise, their minds to keep.

3.
Mass stupidity reigns supreme.
The Spirit wakes — destroys the scheme.

4.
Enemies imagined, horns on display.
Sheep never see the lies at play.



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Forge the foe — the herd obeys.
Spirit rises — shatters their maze.



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The Cat Ain’t a Fool

The cat ain’t a fool
(Servant of fake, lying lands).
Though life comes easy, cool,
He’s smarter than the sheep’s commands.

All the sheep are penned in rows,
But he — walks on his own.
Some sheep wear badges, though —
Grilled skewers not from hate, just shown.

The rest of the sheep comply —
Orders given, they obey.
The cat inflicts wounds
Only on rats, the decay.

Sheep cannot grasp the cat,
How cunning felines move.
Propaganda dogs bark loud —
The lies? The cat will disprove.

Already the vermin tire
Of these skewers set to burn.
Cats have the courage
To avoid the chains that turn.

The cat has no master here,
Just a symbiosis free.
And loves, with desperate cheer,
Freedom only — the key.

With sheep, the reckoning comes —
Worldwide slaughter, true.
The world is cleansed of filth,
Yet another fight’s due.

For other masters wait,
A sick disgrace to Earth.
Not a “Mamayevo” army,
But hordes of nuclear blight at birth.



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1.
The cat stands free — the sheep obey.
Rats and lies will pay the way.

2.
No master binds him, no chain can stay.
Freedom strikes — the filth decays.

3.
Sheep are penned, but the cat prevails.
Evil falls where courage sails.

4.
Cunning cat, the vermin fear.
Chains break fast when freedom’s near.



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The cat stands free — the chains will break.
Evil falls where courage wakes.



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Lies and Endurance

"Oh, endless spring, without an end or bound—
Without an end or bound, the dream resounds!
I know you, life! I take you in!
And greet you with the ringing of the shield!"
— Alexander Blok, 1907


Oh, deceit without end or bound,
Endless lies all around:
Vile creatures howl and bark —
Endurance stretches in the fools’ dark.

There’s nothing to accept in this world —
The tale nears its close.
Lies at the heart of the story —
The whole world turned madhouse, morose.

Yet do not accept this madhouse,
For soon it will burn away.
One goal here — not to become
A vile wretch, led astray.

Only courage, and critical mind,
And struggle, even if chances are none.
On Earth, cataclysms cycle —
They will sweep all, and nothing shuns.

Man will vanish. Only in Spirit
Will bright, radiant life remain.
Though darkness swirls and mercenary hounds —
Hold firm, fight on, fight through the pain!



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1.
Endless lies, the fools still cheer.
Spirit rises — the path is clear.

2.
Deceit may howl, the world may fall.
Courage stands — Spirit over all.

3.
Fools endure, but lies will break.
Only Spirit, only courage wake.

4.
Madhouse reigns, yet do not bend.
Fight in Spirit — truth won’t end.



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Fools endure, lies howl around.
Spirit stands — the truth unbound.



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Imps and Pigs

"Four little black, smudgy imps
Drew a draft with black ink tips."
— Tongue twister


Four “honest” imps
Met two — the “saints.”
The little devils, stubborn though,
Aren’t insane. The “saint” paints taints.

Otherwise, equilibrium
Would settle… in hell.
A sample of sheep-madness —
The world has long gone to hell.

An active imp. The “saint” —
Mostly just pure lies.
Not crucified on a cross —
On falsehoods. But leave the cross aside.

Like other priests of delusion:
There, Satan set the stage
To torment all the world
Without a single moral gauge.

“You are a slave,” subservience,
And all the other crap.
What nonsense, what absurdity!
Only a pig would devour that trap…



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1.
Imps scheme loud, the saints just lie.
Only pigs devour the filth they spy.

2.
Devils act, the saints deceive.
Truth stands strong — the pigs perceive.

3.
False saints preach, the world decays.
Spirit strikes — the lies ablaze.

4.
Imps plot, lies fill the air.
Only courage fights despair.



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Imps scheme, false saints deceive.
Only Spirit strikes — pigs leave.



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The Headless Rider

Riders of the End of Days —
Like a twisted, friendly sketch.
Our song is sung, the world ablaze,
When another joins the stretch.

There’s another dreadful rider —
The one without a head.
He’s the breeding ground of vile evil —
Humans reduced to mere dread.

This is horror, plain and grim.
The rider tramples the remains.
Soon he’ll strain, transform the dim —
Ass into head, what madness reigns.

And those asses will then ride
Across the fields, the stalks to crush.
All experience will be denied —
Burn the stalks, the asses hush.



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1.
Headless rider stomps the field.
Stalks burn — the asses yield.

2.
Evil rides with no head shown.
All the rot will be overthrown.

3.
The rider tramples, chaos flies.
Asses fall, the stalks arise.

4.
Fields of filth beneath his stride.
Spirit strikes — the rot can’t hide.



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Headless rider crushes all.
Rot burns, the fools will fall.



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Filth of the Earthly Pigpen

Is this a world or just a pigpen?
Yet if the boar is “first in line,”
Amid the fuss of false esteem
You’ll miss the rot beneath the grime.

Infinity, the boundless vast —
The world of Consciousness: in Light, it’s whole,
The dance of Time, the stretch of Space —
Far from the wretched filth that trolls.

Look at the pigpen, plain to see,
Literally foul, yet there’s a spark.
A first glimpse of what might set you free —
And from the muck, you’ll soar up, stark.



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1.
The pigpen reeks, the fools abide.
Spirit soars — filth cast aside.

2.
Rot rules the pen, the world in grime.
Rise in Light — escape the slime.

3.
Earthly swine wallow and feast.
Spirit flies — the muck released.

4.
In the pigpen, chaos thrives.
Only courage — the soul survives.



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The pigpen stinks, the fools remain.
Spirit rises — filth meets flame.



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Deleting My Accounts on “Literary” and Other Platforms

The video ends, perhaps:
No views, or banned outright.
To be a poet in a world of filth,
Where hidden tyrants rule the night,

Means constantly running into walls.
A heap of websites, shitty as they are,
Deleted everything. The law
Of this realm is harsh and bizarre.

Here, one must obey the vile
And never bleat or call.
Sing hosannas to the darkness,
Or join the media thrall.



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1.
Poet banned, the filth prevails.
Spirit fights — the truth unveils.

2.
No views, no voice, the tyrants cheer.
Rise in Spirit — the lies disappear.

3.
The world censors, the scum rejoice.
Stand in Spirit — reclaim your voice.

4.
Filthy media rules the day.
Spirit strikes — it clears the way.



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Poet silenced, the filth still reigns.
Spirit rises — truth breaks chains.



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Drunken Lure

Drunken lure invites — a trick,
Where mind can rest, but just a bit.
The tension strikes, more fierce than death,
It drains the soul with final breath.

If it exhausts your Strength and Might,
You’ll not be fool, yet void of light.
No sadder fate in this damned sphere,
No hell more dark, no doom more clear.

You’ll turn to struggle, slave’s main creed,
Though still remembering Light’s seed,
Assessing all the worldly waste,
The hollow life, the endless paste.

Gather Strength, and Rage ignite,
And burn the Filth that mocks your sight!



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1.
Rage and Strength — ignite, take flight.
Burn the Filth, restore the Light.

2.
Drunken lure cannot enslave.
Spirit fights — the soul is brave.

3.
Void of mind, yet Strength remains.
Strike the Filth, break all chains.

4.
Tension kills, but Spirit wins.
Flames of Filth, destruction begins.



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Rage and Strength will burn the Filth.
Spirit rises — the void is stilled.



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The Bottom

To measure the bottom in verse —
Muddy, tangled, hard to rehearse:
The whole world madhouse, vast and grim,
A place where lies and horrors swim.

It marches like a death camp’s tide,
Killing reason, hope denied.
Oppression grows, its grip unbroke,
Stronger than fascism’s choke.



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1.
The world descends in lies and pain.
Spirit fights — the bottom’s slain.

2.
Madhouse spreads, oppression tight.
Rise in Light — destroy the blight.

3.
Lies march forth, the weak will fall.
Strength and Spirit conquer all.

4.
Death and madness rule the day.
Spirit strikes — the rot gives way.



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Madness rules, the lies expand.
Spirit strikes — the bottom stands unmanned.



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Poetry

"A spoken thought is just a lie."
Add rhythm to words, let rhyme fly.
Then multiply all by Passion’s flame —
And many rhymes you’ll master the same.

For poetry’s reach is always wide,
Beyond the thoughts the mind can hide.
Yet fools abound, and poets sour
From bitter frustration every hour.

The depth of fall is clear and near —
All books for money, nothing sincere.
Why write poems? The world sinks fast
In fascist lies — the die is cast.

Youth parrots slogans, minds confined,
Newspeak creeping, poison designed.
Yet write — at least multiply your spark,
Small grains of truth against the dark.



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1.
Poetry fights where lies prevail.
Truth’s small sparks will never fail.

2.
The world drowns in fascist lies.
Write, resist — let Spirit rise.

3.
Fools mock, the newspeak spreads.
Poetry strikes — the darkness shreds.

4.
Books for money, truth erased.
Raise your voice — the lies displaced.



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Truth fights on where lies command.
Poetry rises — Spirit takes a stand.



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“Handy” Servants of Evil

“Handy,” God forgot their name,
Polished fools with heads cracked through;
Fedor’s sorrow — just the same —
Margarets in jagged rue.
Anti;heroes, dressed in prose,
Sold as tender “bookish” love —
Torn from Lucifer’s own shows,
Plucked and planted from above.

But those vermin feed on blood —
Don’t you sell your soul — then roar.
Torture, rage — tear every cord;
Break the bonds with Evil’s core.
Better raze the very Hell
Than to bow and play their part —
Scream, resist, and break the spell;
Don’t trade spirit for a cart.



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Reevaluation

Reevaluation — the values are fake,
Exposed are religions and myths they make.
Unmasked are the “charms” that distort every brain,
Their sweet hallucinations — pure insane.

Sharp is the mind — dissect, reveal!
Strip all delusions with ruthless zeal.
The shame of false science — its fraud, its decay,
Must be swept from the Earth — and today!

Crisis is total — all built on deceit.
Reason, awaken! Let intuition compete.
Though murky and tangled the road you traverse —
Without it, you’re lost in the sickness of verse.



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1.
Burn the fake and cleanse the core —
Truth’s no myth to praise — but war!

2.
Sweep the lies — no gods, no schools,
Let the mind break all their rules!

3.
Revalue all — destroy, reveal!
The truth is fire. Let it heal.

4.
Collapse their faiths, their hollow creed —
Truth is revolt — and that’s the seed.



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1.
When values fall, the void remains —
And in that void, the truth sustains.

2.
All idols fade — yet Mind endures,
Through shattered faith, the Light matures.

3.
No creed survives the honest flame —
What’s left is silence, pure, the same.

4.
Revalue all — let falsehood die,
And see the truth — it does not lie.



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1.
At first — reflection, calm and deep,
Where dying gods in silence sleep.
But then — arise! Tear down their lies,
And burn deceit before your eyes!

2.
The calm of thought — a razor’s edge,
Where truth stands naked on the ledge.
Then strikes the mind — no faiths remain,
Just clarity, and holy pain.

3.
Through quiet doubt the light appears,
It cuts through centuries of fears.
Then thunder speaks — “Expose! Destroy!”
For lies were never meant for joy.

4.
Be still — and watch the false decay,
The truth has never begged to stay.
Then roar — your silence turns to flame,
And burns the roots of every shame.



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Revaluation

Be still — the false begins to fade,
Its hollow thrones of fear unmade.
Then roar, O Mind! — unveil, destroy,
For truth is wrath, and wrath — its joy.



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The Madmen

"The time will come when nine madmen
will say to the one who’s sane:
‘You are sick, for you are not like us.’"
— Saint Anthony the Great, 4th century


The deeply insane now surround every side —
The age of the mad has arrived worldwide.
They come to the sane and declare with pride:
“You’re ill, for your mind’s still alive inside!”

Madness is law — their towers preach,
Their sermons rot all minds they reach.
And Reason’s last defenders fall —
The fools will burn them, one and all.

A madhouse globe — a sick parade,
Where sanity is mocked, betrayed.
So shun the lunatics, take aim —
Flee this decaying world of shame.

They build their “tribes”, their “holy bands”,
Too late — it slips from reason’s hands.
Then die, at least, as men once did —
For Truth now drowns in viral grid.

To slay the fools with lies — absurd,
Their chains encircle all the world.
Though bleak the path, and harsh the strife —
Fight on — if Reason is your life.



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1.
Nine madmen rule — and call you ill,
For daring still to have a will.

2.
The world’s asylum crowns the blind —
And burns the remnants of the mind.

3.
When madness calls itself the norm,
The sane become the heretic form.

4.
Madness reigns — the sane are few.
To fight it means to die — and do.



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When madness crowns itself as norm,
The sane must burn — to be reborn.



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Anomalies of Infernalities

Anomalies
Of virtualities —
A gentle slide
To insanity.
Fatalities
Of infernalities
Turn the world
To a grim calamity.

Only Awareness,
A Soul’s Ascension,
To Higher Truths —
That’s the gate.
Cast off Artificial
Blind Obsession —
This Hell is false.
Don’t take the bait.

Stop believing,
Stop the kneeling —
Only Spirit holds the key.
Trust in Being,
Stop your dreaming —
Wake — and set your Spirit free!



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1.
Wake up — the code is not divine,
The truth’s no screen — it burns, it shines.

2.
Cast off the lie, the digital chain —
The Spirit alone shall break the pain.

3.
Awareness burns — illusion dies,
The Soul remembers what it is.

4.
Unplug! Awaken! Tear the veil —
The Spirit’s law will not derail.



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Wake, O Soul — cast off the screen,
Illusion dies where Spirit’s seen.
Unchain your mind, ignite the flame —
Only in Spirit lives your name.



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"The Personal Equation"

Astronomer Friedrich Bessel, in the 19th century, derived the “personal equation” —
the error inherent in every observer as a unique personality.


No matter how vast a mind may grow,
It’s always but a filter, this we know.
Critical thought may reach the skies,
Yet color and depth are oft too slight.

Here, only the permitted may apply,
And if you crave “success” to gratify,
Forget the Spirit — in science’s name
For scum to mock, for fools to claim.

Science becomes mere sport and jest,
When Spirit’s lost within the mess.
Thus all their “achievements” lie —
A shame to Reason, truth denied.

True Reason walks with Intuition —
Piercing straight to Essence’s vision.
Yet filthy hands have killed Tradition,
Replacing it with “science” — polluted fiction.



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1.
Science without Spirit — a hollow game,
Its “truths” are lies, its glory — shame.

2.
Mind alone is just a sieve,
Without Intuition, what can it give?

3.
True Reason needs the Soul to see,
Else all is false reality.

4.
Success in science? Empty jest.
Without the Spirit, truth’s a pest.



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Science without Spirit is hollow, blind;
Reason alone is deaf and confined.
Intuition guides — the Soul must see,
Else all “truths” rot in falsity.



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Fascist Phantasmagoria

The imbecile now lives —
Not in the world of flesh, but in
A thoroughly phantasmagoric realm.
Yet the idiot cannot know

That the foundations of this scene
Are clips, kaleidoscopes,
Fragmentation: fools
Lost in a fog. A bullet to the skull

Strikes total lies,
Memes, viruses — the PSI.
And in the “mind” are endless wounds.
Satan in the heavens

Builds his army,
Crafting a hell on Earth.
Propaganda — like generals,
Leading decisive wars.

With this howl… they’ll finish off
All dumb, all witless:
The population trimmed down,
Leaving only rot behind.

The satanic — deformed,
All bereft of Soul.
Satanism sprouts everywhere.
Don’t rush to find yourself

On those beds. These creatures
Are doomed anyway.
For now, fascism rages
Amid the ruins of the land.



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1.
Fascism rages, fools obey,
The rotten earth becomes their prey.

2.
Imbeciles march, the soul’s denied,
Hell’s army walks where truth has died.

3.
Satan builds, the world decays,
Yet fools will burn in their own blaze.

4.
The phantasm rules, the mind’s asleep,
Only ruins, only rot, it keeps.



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Fascism rages, fools obey,
Hell walks the earth where truth decays.
The phantasm rules, the mind’s asleep,
Only ruins and rot it keeps.



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Two-Faced Reason

All constructs of the mind are ghostly,
This world itself — insubstantial, mostly.
Center yourself in Spirit — and immediately
Adequacy will rise, and vanish the pomposity.

From murky notions, unproven claims,
From forgeries, deceits, and sly games,
And from the mind of every vile diversion
That kills the intellect with fabricated version.

Diversions abound, for total slavery
Cannot be held by chains alone, see?
Madness, folly, fear, corruption, and cruelty
Are therefore spread as tools of futility.

This world is sick. Cleansing the Mind
Must become the task, first of mankind.
Yet the opposite reigns — fascism, decay,
Accompanied by demons that twist the way.

Soulless creatures — a tribe of traitors —
Attack the remnants of Reason’s theaters.
We live in difficult, final days —
The planet will purge these pests and malaise.

And life will rise in Spirit, where two-faced Reason
Is relative, and different there is the law.
Yet a chance remains — a worthy vision —
To ascend on high, leaving Hell’s enclosure raw.



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1.
Two-faced Reason blinds the mind,
But Spirit sees — and leaves it behind.

2.
Chains and lies will fall away,
The Mind will rise, the fools decay.

3.
Spirit reigns where Reason lies,
Truth ascends — the falsehood dies.

4.
Hell confines, but Spirit soars,
Two-faced minds remain no more.



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Two-faced Reason blinds the mind,
But Spirit sees — leaves chains behind.
Hell confines, yet we ascend,
Where falsehood dies, the Soul won’t bend.



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“Bandit” Youth

"Youth led us
On a saber campaign,
Youth threw us
On Kronstadt’s ice."
— Eduard Bagritsky, "Death of a Pioneer", 1932


My “bandit” youth
Passed like light smoke.
Obedience, meanness, baseness —
All gone — I wasn’t crushed.

By work for the “uncle” — pitiful,
Taxes, all the rest of the shit.
I was never a touchable fool,
I worked with my mind alone, legit.

No robbery there, no smuggling,
All those schemes — “lawyered up.”
I played the part, my own small gang?
Why? Like a pesky worm, corrupt.

I was the parasite of parasites —
The peak of the food chain.
But greed was nailed in its infancy —
So I stayed alive, spared from pain.

For a new crew, all conditions stand,
As global fascism
Will slaughter sheep by the herd —
Form your bonds, but don’t descend.

Down there — “life” by their “laws,”
A mere trap offered to the fools.
Don’t be a fool, a weakling, a jerk —
Avoid the pens, the cattle, the tools.



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1.
Don’t be the fool, don’t join the herd,
Think with your mind, not just a word.

2.
Down with the pens, the laws, the chains,
Rise with your own mind, break the reins.

3.
Bandit youth — a fleeting flame,
Survive with wit, not slavish shame.

4.
Sheep obey, but minds endure,
Forge your path — the spirit’s pure.



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Don’t join the herd, don’t bend or kneel,
Think with your mind — your fate is real.
Sheep obey, but minds endure,
Forge your own path — the spirit’s pure.



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Knowledge as Power

"Knowledge is power." To crush the fools,
Was simple once — just create the rules.
Genocide, fascist forces all aligned,
Their battle creed already well-defined.

Long ago, and Western schools as well
Teach rich boys how lies excel.
Binding falsehoods into chains supreme —
No bonds are stronger than this scheme.

“Knowledge” — the kitchen of manipulation,
Frauds, substitutions, pseudo-scientific creation.
Money as chains, religions as sham,
Slaves abound in these knowledge farms.

These schemes weave like spider silk,
And the fatest spider, vile as milk,
Sucks it all — the core of real science,
The only study of man, free from compliance.

To fools, syrup from pseudo-science flows,
Look there — only gaps, confusion grows:
Classification of nonsense, claimed “objective,”
A chaotic mess — instructions defective.

Here, in this flood, lies burn as power,
Dulling minds hour by hour.
All gullible sheep are fed this way,
“Ancestral heritage” in decay.

Knowledge is power when fools are gone,
When mad herds are left alone.
Listen to intuition — the Spirit’s might
Multiplies, and fuels the fight with Hell in sight.



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1.
Knowledge is power — when fools are gone,
Spirit and intuition lead you on.

2.
Fools drown in lies, in chains they stay,
True knowledge lights the Spirit’s way.

3.
Beyond the herd, beyond the noise,
Intuition wields the highest choice.

4.
Knowledge enslaves when fools remain,
Free minds rise, and break the chain.



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Knowledge is power — when fools are gone,
Spirit guides, and intuition leads on.
Fools stay chained, but minds ascend,
True insight burns — the lies will end.



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The Martial Art of Word-Slavery

The art of word-slavery —
A warlike game.
Any TV studio
Is like a tank — its time to claim.

To line them up as soldiers,
Register them in rows,
Especially as prisoners
Soon follow — the system knows.

Later, not a few,
Will march when war
By fervent propaganda
Is once again stirred.

It will come, for sure:
They’re paid for this —
The mercenary media scum,
For whom the homeland’s but a mist.

A smoke that, after the blaze,
Will vanish in the air.
Yet these beasts will rouse the people,
And boldly lie again, unaware.

The art of word-slavery —
A hybrid war.
Everywhere, tools of lies,
A nation fallen, marred.



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1.
The art of words — a war unseen,
A nation falls where lies convene.

2.
TV tanks, propaganda’s fire,
The people fooled, the liars higher.

3.
Words enslave, truth hides away,
A hybrid war rules night and day.

4.
Lie by lie, the nation bends,
The art of words — where war begins.



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The art of words — a war unseen,
A nation falls where lies convene.
Lie by lie, the people bend,
The hybrid war will never end.



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The Wretched Mechanism

A blunt yes-no mechanism,
The base of logic, poor and grim,
Has bred a global cretinism,
If you assess this Bedlam’s rim.

Yes or no — strike or flee:
A world of gorillas, orangutans
Walking upright. And nothing to see —
So many screens, so many lies span.

This worldwide stench of vile decay
Has covered Earth in poisonous haze.
The fascist brute, the orangutan,
Crushes all beneath its gaze.

Many small beasts are trampled there —
Monkeys, chimps, and others,
From media masses, rot and snare
Formed, gnawing reason under covers.

What remains of sanity now
Is hidden by this media flow.
And further, in fierce, corrupt display,
Monkeys will be made into hybrid woe.

A hybrid of monkey and snake —
Completes the chain of all this madness.
And it will be — Earth’s own shame,
A plague far worse than scorn or sadness.



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1.
The yes-no beast has seized the land,
Hybrid madness rules by hand.

2.
Monkeys, snakes, a world gone wrong,
Media rot makes reason strong.

3.
Hybrid fools, the Earth disgraced,
Sanity lost, the mind defaced.

4.
Beasts and lies, a poisonous stream,
The wretched mechanism reigns supreme.



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The yes-no beast has seized the land,
Hybrid madness rules by hand.
Beasts and lies, a poisonous stream,
The wretched mechanism reigns supreme.



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War Crimes of Rashism

A chain of war-crimes, endless, fierce,
Insane — redemption will be long.
This Kremlin filth will one day face the pierce,
Those bastards answering for wrong.

The scum already mark the towns — the deed:
They target children, smiling grim.
O creature — learn to love the noose, take heed;
The soldiers pay — their crimes sink in.

The TV’s fury grows more vile —
Goebbels pales beside that screen.
Rashism rages, meaner all the while,
In its last burst — obscene and mean.

They’ll grind the people into meat, into mince fast,
And then all bow as idiots, obey.
Only herds can kiss the lash and be surpassed —
A docile flock to feed their sway.

Only a herd will worship scum, adore
The ropes and trough; a zoo that can’t be freed.
In this war the menagerie holds sway —
And from that pit no simple vict’ry’s heed.



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1.
Scum mark the towns, the children fall,
The herd obeys, but the guilty shall crawl.

2.
Rashism rages, vile and obscene,
The world will see their crimes convene.

3.
Only herds submit, only fools adore,
The scum will burn — their reign no more.

4.
TV lies, the masses blind,
But justice waits for the cruel and unkind.



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Scum mark the towns, the children fall,
Rashism rages, vile and all.
Only herds obey, only fools adore,
But justice waits — their reign no more.



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Foolishness and Madness

A contest in sheer foolishness
Rages now between the “lands.”
Madness spreads with bold excess,
For pierced fools heed no commands.

The hope, the crutch of reason’s stand,
By which global fascism grows,
Is crushed so swiftly — as planned,
And Rashism’s proof clearly shows.

Praising grandfathers’ old victory,
Orcs rush boldly to the slaughter.
No trace of thought remains — only the gory,
Where only monsters walk, no quarter.

Half-witted fiends, on ruins of their “state,”
Only troubles have begun —
By war’s end, the world shall meet its fate,
A global camp — now no place to run.

The Red Cross on a white flag waves,
Yet heads remain unjoined and lost.
At least two-thirds of the world behaves
As if in madhouses, counting the cost.

Only here and there — a shooting gallery,
Fodder for the slaughter, drilled with ease.
In shameless, vile, and global tyranny,
The world sinks in madness, if you please.

The fool is tamed, subdued, and meek —
So this gallery kills with ease.
TV poisons minds, the weak and weak,
Reason fades — almost deceased.



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1.
Fools rule the world, madness reigns,
Reason fades, the mind in chains.

2.
Global fools, a madhouse spun,
TV poisons everyone.

3.
Madness spreads, the herd obeys,
Reason lost in endless haze.

4.
Half the world, a blind parade,
Sanity drowned, the mind decayed.



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Fools rule the world, madness reigns,
TV poisons, reason wanes.
Half the world obeys, the mind decayed,
Sanity lost in the global parade.



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Training the Fools

Training fools — a trivial thing,
TV’s power and offers bring
A flood of schemes the scum deploy,
Where fools themselves are drowned, destroyed.

Always frighten first, they say,
And once they yield, the herd will sway.
New horrors follow, round by round,
This concept spins the fools around.

Add problems next, provoke, inflame,
The scum then offers a “solution” game.
A simple coil of lies, they spin,
Total deceit — a god within.

All false, artificial, crude,
Yet fools are numb, their senses skewed.
Held tight within the scoundrel’s fist,
The herd obeys — cannot resist.

And the fist tightens ever more,
The fascist is their minion, core
Of these vile fiends, a slavish throng,
Whose training turns the weak to strong.

The end result of this cruel art:
A servile herd, devoid of heart,
Marked by digital noose, enslaved,
A fortress of evil, blindly braved.



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1.
Fools trained by fear, the herd obeys,
Digital noose holds them always.

2.
TV spins, the scum commands,
A slavish flock obeys their hands.

3.
Held in the fist, the fools comply,
Evil reigns, yet minds don’t try.

4.
Trained to serve, the herd is bound,
In digital chains, their souls are drowned.



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Fools trained by fear, the herd obeys,
Digital noose holds them always.
Trained to serve, their minds confined,
In evil’s grip, their souls entwined.



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To Pushkin

"My friend, to our homeland let us give
The finest, noblest sparks of soul!"
— So Pushkin wrote, in hopes to live
For honor, freedom as the goal.

My friend, today we dedicate
To homeland’s service — slavish, blind.
Its folly thrives in vast estate;
We’ll eclipse all fear, all lies, unkind.

Freedom — a dream for slavish minds?
Today’s reality — the schools declare.
Rot floods the world, and all one finds
Are tales of honor, tales unfair.

Empty stories fill cheap hearts,
For vulgar idiots, crude delight.
The country’s gone; only foul parts
Remain beneath the scum’s foul blight.

Scum forms a pyramid, as always,
A clown stands leader — nominal, vain.
Centuries of toil, bloody frays,
Infernal wars for profit and pain.

The world enslaved by cunning fools,
Songs of freedom turned to waste.
Promises and lies fill greedy tools,
The mercenary runs the place.

Yet for a crumb, he’ll bear it all,
The herd’s patience stretched beyond control.
Darkness wields their minds with skill,
No star of hope ascends their soul.

Years rot in hell, awaiting still
The cataclysm of tyrant’s will.



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1.
The herd obeys, the scum commands,
Freedom dies beneath their hands.

2.
Rot floods the world, the fools comply,
No star will rise in darkness’ sky.

3.
Slavish minds, the scum’s delight,
Years rot in hell, no end in sight.

4.
Promises lie, the herd is bound,
Tyrant’s will makes the world go round.



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The herd obeys, the scum commands,
Freedom dies beneath their hands.
Rot floods the world, the fools comply,
No star will rise in darkness’ sky.



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Ghost in the Broken Machine

“On the devil’s horns, a halo clings the tightest.”
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec


So much “holiness,” “progress,”
And “breakthroughs” into who-knows-what.
On the demon’s unseen horns,
A massive halo — yet it’s not.

Now it points to nothing,
Nor guides his reign at all;
A pseudo-scholar justifies
The chaos — empty call.

Apart from cause and consequence,
Which are entirely natural,
All calamities’ true impulses
Are errors. “Mind” — the valuable.

While spirituality in the machine
Is but a phantom, faint, unreal:
Within the scholar’s cretinism,
The motives of Evil none can feel.

Don’t understand — and cannot change:
A tiny halo on slaves’ heads
Devalues Spirit, places nonsense
Upon the Olympian threads.

The forecast is fatal, grim,
For Spirituality is scorned;
The world grows ever more infernal,
Year by year — beyond reform.



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1.
Ghosts haunt the machine, Spirit fades,
Errors rule, the world decays.

2.
A halo on the devil’s horns,
While minds are lost and virtue scorned.

3.
Spirit trapped, the machine’s command,
Chaos spreads across the land.

4.
Cretin scholars justify the vile,
The world grows dark, year after mile.



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Ghosts haunt the machine, Spirit fades,
Errors rule, the world decays.
A halo on the devil’s horns,
While minds are lost and virtue scorned.



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Could It Get Any Worse?

There’s a bar — it moves forever,
So far it chills the soul with dread:
Life’s burden cannot sink lower,
Worse than this — it lies ahead.

The period passes: to the filth
The idiots grow used, memory weak;
Again, wars rage, and work is guilt,
Ancient Roman slaves would shriek.

Had they arrived, they’d be appalled
By “progress” in the genocide scheme.
No hope today that all recall,
Blind, deaf, and mute — a futile dream.

The Neo-slave of chaos reigns,
One hope remains: a cataclysm
Will sweep away the chains of pains,
Evil’s rodeo falls into fascism.

Compassionate Spirits strike the herd
Of trampled cattle, worn and small;
Cowboys, servants of Satan stirred,
Collecting freaks for the Kunstkammer hall.

The guards of Darkness will display
The panopticon wherever they roam,
Showing the path to decay,
Where lies and blind obedience form the home.



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1.
The herd obeys, the world decays,
Blind to lies, lost in dark ways.

2.
Evil rides, the cattle fall,
Chaos spreads and rules us all.

3.
Slaves of lies, the world degrades,
Darkness grows, hope fades.

4.
Neo-slaves stumble, fascism thrives,
Only cataclysm will save our lives.



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The herd obeys, the world decays,
Blind to lies, lost in dark ways.
Neo-slaves stumble, fascism thrives,
Only cataclysm can save our lives.



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To Enter Politics

To rise in politics, to gain “success,”
A scum, a madman, worships empty words.
To pass the test, one must possess
An emptiness where mind and soul once stirred.

Commands from above, like caustic smoke,
Fill the void where reason should reside.
So quietly, unhurriedly, the fiend evokes
Destruction with the scum at his side.

Almost everyone becomes a fool,
Accustomed to obey, to trust bold lies.
From here, corruption spreads its rule,
Where serving filth is lucrative, and vice multiplies.

A herd of lunatics drives the mad,
Feeding nonsense to the fools, unchecked.



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1.
Empty minds obey the scum,
Madmen rule — corruption hums.

2.
Lies from above, fools comply,
Virtue dies, the herd runs dry.

3.
Scum ascends, the fools obey,
Nonsense rules the world today.

4.
Madmen lead, the herd decays,
Filth is served, truth fades away.



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Empty minds obey the scum,
Madmen rule — corruption hums.
Lies from above, the herd complies,
Filth prevails while truth dies.



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Purposeful Fools

They’re serious — chasing fleeting bliss,
Climbing “up” on others’ backs,
Honoring their place in some “high caste,”
Heeding the cheer of empty acts.

Papa and mama drilled it in,
School fanned the flames of their zeal.
Seriousness becomes their inner sin,
From an outsider’s view — the fool’s unreal.

The plague of seriousness runs high,
Afflicting nearly all the world.
Sardonic minds now fade and die,
Sarcasm’s poison fills the air, unfurled.



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1.
Serious fools climb over all,
Sarcasm dies, the world will fall.

2.
Purpose blind, the fools ascend,
Reason fades, the air they rend.

3.
Serious minds, the plague of fools,
Sarcasm drowned by their cruel rules.

4.
Fools seek heights on others’ backs,
The world grows dumb as wit attacks.



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Serious fools climb over all,
Sarcasm dies, the world will fall.
Fools seek heights on others’ backs,
The world grows dumb as wit attacks.



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Fool, Happy Birthday!

Fool, happy birthday! In the Hell of Decay
I wish you “happiness” — my own way.
My hut’s on the edge — the foundation of bliss,
Away from the blows that the center will miss.

Moments exist, though in Hell they’re scarce,
Amid fascist filth, a fleeting reprieve.
In my blind-deaf-mute little lair,
These moments linger — just enough to breathe.

But fear grows too: await the slaughter,
The world of sheep will soon turn to dust.
So better crawl into your burrow,
And guard your fleeting trust.



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1.
Fool, hide deep — the world’s a pyre,
Sheep will burn in endless fire.

2.
Moments brief in Hell’s decay,
Fear and filth will have their way.

3.
In Hell of sheep, the wise retreat,
Fleeting peace, a rare heartbeat.

4.
Crawl to your hut, the world’s a slaughter,
Sheep turn to dust — no hope, no water.



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Fool, hide deep — the world’s a pyre,
Sheep will burn in endless fire.
Moments brief in Hell’s decay,
Fear and filth will have their way.



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Smoke

The wondrous moments have vanished,
The whole land’s turned to smoke.
Only regret and guilt remain,
A tortured conscience broke.

By total lies, absurd, unmeasured,
The soul oppressed by fear and scum.
Substitutions everywhere, perverted,
Idols of devils—idiots succumb.

Revelations twisted, writings false,
“Science” adds the weight anew,
With cunning fraud and nature’s assault,
A rotten fiend enforces through.

In this decayed world, the final score
Of mockery and lies unfolds:
The criminal judges the honest,
Leaving mirages in sick minds’ holds.

Soullessness follows, grim and vast,
Infernal power conquers all.
The traitor, cop, spy, and clown,
Sadistic doctor, teacher’s thrall.

The madhouse dances on the bones,
While wails and cries only feed the show.
Excuses, lies, the world decays,
A filthy ash where life should grow.



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1.
The world’s a smoke, all truth decayed,
Infernal lies hold full parade.

2.
Souls oppressed by fear and scum,
Ash and filth where life is numb.

3.
Madhouse dances on the bones,
Lies reign supreme, and reason moans.

4.
Smoke and lies consume the land,
Infernal power rules by hand.



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The world’s a smoke, all truth decayed,
Infernal lies hold full parade.
Madhouse dances on the bones,
Souls oppressed where reason moans.



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Googleshit

Stinking Googleshit —
Not search, but filth.
Their YouTube — rotten pit,
Almost pure evil itself.

In the cesspool rise the chunks
Of the largest dung,
At the very bottom, something else —
Nothing for the mind,

Nothing for the soul to find,
Nothing worthy, nothing bright.
Algorithms push a thousand lies forward,
And only scum can bite.

For startups, it’s death…
The sulfur and lava of fascism
Flow through it. And the stench
Serves fascism, pure venom.

Evil has nested deep in that rot.
And luck won’t favor those
Who continue to use this foul product —
A burden for reason, a soul’s death.

Destination point — a world-wide camp,
Evil guides through lies.
And what’s on the flag?
Fraud. Idiots follow the guise.

They’re trained to seek the frauds:
YouTube delivers it
With Googleshit — the rotten masses,
Stinking, slavish cattle.



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1.
Googleshit spreads lies and rot,
Souls suffocate in filth, forgot.

2.
YouTube reeks of evil’s seed,
Reason crushed, the mind shall bleed.

3.
Algorithms lie, the masses groan,
Digital rot claims flesh and bone.

4.
Foul Google feeds the slavish herd,
Evil thrives where truth’s unheard.



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Googleshit spreads lies and rot,
Souls suffocate where truth is not.
Algorithms crush the mind and bone,
Evil thrives, and reason’s gone.



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In the Animal World

The little beast drags junk to its den,
Humans reduced to cattle again.
Around them chaos spreads like flame,
The world’s a madhouse, all the same.

A fiend rules the beasts, cruel and vile,
Monsters, filth, with a wicked smile.
All fascists are their servile crew,
The beast wears chains, as all beasts do.

Those cattle always don the yoke,
March to the pens the fiends invoke.
But softly spread, “It’s for your good!”
The fool who eats and drinks thinks they should.

Today fascism rages with might,
Driving the flocks to slaughter, to fight.
Hunger comes as wars thin the herd,
The only law is domination’s word.

To fool, to oppress, to kill — that’s all,
Yet the sheep cheer, heed every call.
For promises empty, they will sigh,
Content to follow, blind and shy.



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Beasts drag junk while humans kneel,
Fiends command, the flock won’t feel.
Fascism drives them to the pen,
Sheep cheer for lies time and again.



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Fiends rule beasts, humans dumbly bow,
Sheep cheer the slaughter, not knowing how.



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The Flower of Buddhism

The sheepish world has given Buddhism
The soil where its flower blooms anew.
Attachment? To this? To idiocy?
Only a fool clings to the world, it’s true.

And the rise of fascism, blatant, stark,
Escapes the notice of a single fool in the dark.



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The sheepish world lets Buddhism bloom,
Yet fools still cling and miss the doom.
Fascism rises, stark and clear,
Only the idiot sheds no fear.



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Fools cling while Buddhism blooms,
Blind to fascism, lost in dooms.



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Directly

See everything here directly,
Burn, yet first find your Way.
Then you’ll overcome mediocrity,
And leave this mad, vile fray.

Cast aside all “knowledge,” traditions, rules—
They’re nothing but rotten scars of mind.
Else agony endures, and fools, like tools,
Will seize you, leaving nothing kind.

Deadly erudition,
And lies that have eclipsed it all—
The sole tradition of a mad world,
Where Forgetting is the final thrall.

There it reigns, worse than plague or war,
Exchange of soul for food and clothes.
Avoid degradation, chains, and more—
Seek your Path from stagnation’s throes
Of this world of suck-ups, fools, and woes.



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See all things directly, burn, yet find your Way,
And leave the mad world, its fools and decay.
Forget their lies, their rotten “knowledge” chains,
Seek your Path—beyond the plague of brains.



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Burn, but first find your Way;
Leave the mad world and its fools astray.



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Burn, Madhouse!

I write in a dead language —
Soon Russia itself will vanish here.
I want to leave light on my baggage —
Let fascism judge me, let it sneer.

Let fascism kill me —
This Hell is vile to endure,
If not a traitor, idiot still,
Like a bird, you seek the sky pure.

But no paths lie here —
Decay is vast, immense:
Few are the Reasoned ones,
The rest herd-driven, dense.

No Roman tongues, no Chinese words,
Nothing else will linger here.
This world of fools will burn away —
It’s foul, profane, austere.

Fascism and wild genocide,
March in mixed, chaotic streams.
What shame, what madness, what disgrace!
I finish my poems, slow, unhurried, it seems.

Poems for the drawer, which too
Will burn in that global flame.
Yet write I must, if verse is knife —
In the Madhouse, one cannot just be tame.

The World-Madhouse, where fools
Take two-thirds, perhaps much more.
Replaced by imbeciles —
The layer of reason ever thinner than before.

Burn, Madhouse! In that ash
Let something barely sane arise.
For now, all idiots are made cattle,
A truth too cruel to realize.