73 poems

Lies, Fears, and the Path

Lay the tricks of lies in order,
Sort them out and laugh at you—
At yourself, that loyal hoarder
Of delusion’s petty crew.

That’s the first step toward awakening;
Skip it — you stay blind and stuck,
Trapped inside that mind-forsaken,
World-Dark, Idiotic muck.

Slavery is fed by stupor;
Lies — the fuel that keeps it bred.
Lose the truth — and like a trooper
You’ll call filth your home instead,

Take the madness for your reason,
Drift in coma, soul asleep;
Then your actions rot and deepen —
Spawn a bastard, vile and weak.

Biggest lie: “The world is holy,
Under God we stand and live.”
No — it’s Hell, unmasked and wholly,
Nothing bright left to forgive.

And when generations scatter
All Remaining Spirit’s spark,
Groveling becomes their pattern —
Kneeling life in kneeling dark.

Cast off lies — and start by seeking
Every answer on your own.
Light’s within you, not in leaking
Hell-Wheel glare that leads to doom.

Don’t adapt its bitter glitter —
Shiny traps that drag you down.
Evil leads the herds to wither
Through the filth of every town.

There are no roads — only pitfalls.
Lies get sprinkled from above.
Builders of decay and sick halls
Terrorize the world they shove,

So the morons run, hysteric,
Into Darkness, through the grime.
Thus the Cow-ID fascist clerics
Hooked up half the world in time —

Masked them, trapped them, left them kneeling,
Chained to Ruin’s slow decay.
Break from filth, outgrow the feelings
Lie and fear shove in your way!

Light within — it guides the few ones.
Find it, flare it, let it rise.
All the wretched, doomed, unglued ones
Rot — corruption in their minds.



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1.
Truth burns — but lies enslave.
Find your fire — or rot as a slave.

2.
Light is inside — not in their show.
Follow it up, or crawl below.

3.
Kick out fear, crush every lie —
That’s the path. The rest just die.

4.
Hell rules minds that choose to sleep.
Wake — or sink into the creep.



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1.
Lies breed cattle. Don’t be stock —
Burn your chains or kiss the flock.

2.
Hell begins where cowards kneel.
Stand — or be their bargain meal.

3.
Fear is poison for the weak.
Spit it out — or rot a freak.

4.
Your light’s inside, not in their slime.
Find it — blast their filth with time.

5.
Evil herds the blind like sheep.
Wake the hell up — rise, or creep.

6.
Throw off lies — ignite your core.
If you can’t? Then rot. Nothing more.



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1.
Lies own cowards. Tear the leash —
Or choke like worthless walking flesh.

2.
Your fear is bait. Bite down — you’re caught.
Spit it out. Or stay their rot.

3.
Hell recruits through empty heads.
Skip the purge — and you’re the dregs.

4.
Light inside you isn’t “kind.”
It’s built to torch the slave in mind.

5.
If you kneel — you’re Hell’s d;cor.
Stand. Or be the f***ing floor.

6.
Truth cuts deep — that’s how it frees.
If you can’t bleed — crawl on your knees.

7.
They feed on fear. You feed the beast.
Starve it — or become its feast.



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The World as a Great Execution Square for Spirit

A stupid fool stands blocking
Every step you try to take.
And the rulers find it shocking
If dull minds don’t bow or break.

Dumbing-down becomes the doctrine —
“Scientifically” enforced.
Drown you in survival’s toxins:
That’s the path to Nothing’s corpse.

Soulless tyrants seek resembling
Copies — that’s their holy craft.
Crush your Spirit, Mind, assembling
Behavior-templates for the daft.

Generation-wide erasure,
Slow genocide through trained routine —
That’s the world in its true nature:
Obey, grow vacant, die unseen.

Monsters program rules for living;
Idiots enforce them proud —
Brainless, greedy, unforgiving,
Always ready for a crowd,

If you promise scraps of money
Or a petty sleaze reward.
Now the world’s a fascist dunghill —
Grandiose the Slime and Fraud.

Got a sniffle? Wear a muzzle.
Shoot the goo into your arm!
Hard to tell which creep’s more puzzled:
Who invents, or who spreads harm?

TV vermin set the orders.
Idiots obey the lies.
Scum rejoice while chaos borders
On the brink of mass demise.

Now the world’s a Giant Madhouse.
But that’s little — they want more:
Turn it to a penned-up Crap-House
Where the “friendly fool” keeps score,

Crushing sprouts of Light and Vision
With his bulk of mindless meat.
Dumb amusement is religion;
Greed and comfort — all they need.

Thus they’ll build their Pen much faster —
Piece of cake, a joke, a piss —
If the monsters triple falsehood
And get paid on time for this.

Pen and cattle — one Big Campground,
Digital, by its new name.
“Health” and “Kindness” on the flag’s ground,
Bots enforce this rigged-up game.

AI rules in full compliance,
Hunting Thought like lethal prey.
When it finds a spark of defiance,
It just cuts your life away.

Human dies — the herd won’t bother:
Eats and sleeps, it’s all the same.
From a fool to swine, step further —
CowID showed that in frame.

What can help? A harsh collision —
Cataclysm to cleanse the field.
Sweep away this Lie-permission,
This fascistic world that kneeled.

Then remain the Spheres of Spirit —
Seek them now, though odds feel bleak.
Stand in awe before their merit,
Let the Inner Radiance speak.

World is silly, fools comedic,
Monsters — bottom of the pit.
Evil runs this cycle cynic.
Choose the Outer Path — don’t quit.

Call it Path back to the Source-Light;
You were born a part of That.
“Earth just teaches you your lessons”?
No — that’s monster-speak. Pure crap.



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1.
This world is Hell in idiot skin.
Find Spirit — or get dragged within.

2.
Lies herd cattle. Break the pen —
Or die among the soulless men.

3.
Fools obey — and monsters rule.
Choose the Source… or stay their tool.

4.
Light burns falsehood into dust.
Fear it — if you’ve lost your trust.

5.
Spirit rises where you dare.
Kneel — and rot. Stand — and tear.

6.
Their world is cycles of decay.
Yours starts only when you stray.

7.
AI hunts Thought. Don’t kneel or beg —
Cut the leash around your neck.

8.
Fools build Hell. You break the chain.
Walk the Path — or join their stain.



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1.
Burn lies. Or be them.

2.
Kneel — and you're meat.

3.
Think — or get culled.

4.
Hell breeds fools. Don’t join.

5.
Your fear is their leash.

6.
Break the pen — or rot in it.

7.
Light scars cowards.

8.
Wake — or get processed.

9.
Spirit rises. Herds don’t.

10.
Kill the lie before it owns you.



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1.
The herd sleeps. Darkness feeds.

2.
If you cling to fear — you’re already ash.

3.
Hell expands through empty minds.

4.
Monsters rule only when you bow.

5.
Your silence is their weapon.

6.
Choose Spirit — or choose extinction.

7.
Every coward births a tyrant.

8.
Light demands blood. Pay — or vanish.

9.
If you won’t think — they will think for you.

10.
Collapse is mercy. The Lie is not.



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1.
If you kneel to lies — you die before dying.

2.
A silent Spirit is already executed.

3.
Where fear rules, humanity ends.

4.
You don’t fight Evil? Then you serve it.

5.
The herd walks — the dead drift.

6.
If Light scares you, Darkness owns you.

7.
Your comfort is their weapon on your throat.

8.
Rot begins where thought ends.

9.
A coward’s world always becomes Hell.

10.
If you don’t rise — you sink forever.



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1.
An age that kneels deserves the chains it gets.

2.
A world afraid of truth breeds only tyrants.

3.
When minds go dark, monsters call it “order.”

4.
Humanity dies the moment comfort wins.

5.
A culture that mocks Spirit crowns demons.

6.
Cowards build Hell faster than devils can.

7.
When thought is punished, extinction is policy.

8.
A people who fear Light will worship parasites.

9.
Collapse begins the day lies become routine.

10.
If the age won’t rise — it deserves the fire.



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1.
This age stinks — its rulers are vermin.

2.
Cowards applaud while the world bleeds.

3.
Monsters laugh; humans crawl.

4.
Comforted fools are already corpses.

5.
Every lie they love is a nail in their grave.

6.
The herd thinks it leads — it only drags death behind.

7.
Fear made this era — stupidity crowns it.

8.
Light is forbidden; Darkness celebrates.

9.
Their glory is ash, their power — dung.

10.
An epoch that kneels will burn — and deserve it.



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1.
Kneel — and rot. Stand — and burn.

2.
Fools feed monsters. Starve them.

3.
Fear is leash. Break it.

4.
Light kills the blind. Let it.

5.
Ash crowns the coward’s throne.

6.
This world bleeds lies. Strike first.

7.
Rise, or vanish — no mercy waits.



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1.
Kneel to lies — die unseen.

2.
Cowards crown monsters. Strike back.

3.
Fear feeds chains. Break them.

4.
Blind worlds burn; Light spares none.

5.
Rise, or vanish — the rest is ash.



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1.
Bow to lies — burn in silence.

2.
Cowards build Hell. Break it.

3.
Rise or rot — nothing else remains.



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Bow to lies — you vanish.
Rise with Light — or burn alone.



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Bow to lies, and the world devours you.

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Rise with Spirit, or drown in the world’s rot.



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1.
Stand in Light, or perish in the herd.

2.
Refuse the Lie — or become its feast.

3.
Spirit rises alone; fools rot together.



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1.
Break the chains of fear — or kneel forever.

2.
The herd obeys death; Spirit walks free.

3.
Bow to falsehood — vanish into ash.

4.
Light spares none — only the brave endure.

5.
Rise from rot, or be consumed by it.



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1.
Fear kneels — Spirit rises.

2.
Cowards build Hell; heroes burn it.

3.
Lies rule nothing but the blind.

4.
Rise, or decay with the herd.

5.
Light does not forgive the weak.

6.
Break the leash — or rot in chains.

7.
An age that bows deserves the fire.



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1.
Bow to lies — burn alone.

2.
Fear feeds chains; break them.

3.
Spirit rises; fools rot.

4.
An age that kneels deserves fire.



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Rise with Spirit — or be swallowed by the world.




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1.
Bow to falsehood — the world devours you.

2.
Stand in Light — or vanish in the herd.

3.
Refuse the Lie — or rot with the blind.



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1.
Fear kneels — Spirit conquers.

2.
The herd obeys; you rise or burn.

3.
Light spares none — only the daring endure.

4.
Bow to lies — vanish without trace.

5.
An age that fears is an age that dies.



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The Underdamped Cockroach and the Poison of Lies

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
The feeble herd will never know.

For brazen Lies corrode the mind;
Thoughts vanish, gone, in headless haze.
Cockroaches only chase the grind,
Blind to sense — enthralled by praise.

They see through foggy, murky eyes,
Emotions hit them hard and strong.
“Education” too is laced with lies,
Its nail: “we’re all free — all along.”

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Though Darkness swells with endless grief,
A path exists! It “chooses” those!!!

Free is the cockroach to “select”
The fattest seat upon the throne,
And listen to the blathering sect,
Who glorify the Will alone.

Don’t like it? Try another’s poison —
All lies are built upon this core.
The cockroach believes, rejoices,
Or gets crushed by the Hidden Bore.

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
The whiskered herd will never know.

Free to pick the roads with fewer beasts,
Though venom lurks in every lane.
It’s called “progress” — truth deceased,
A poisoned path that feeds the pain.

What helps? Dash under the skirting board;
It calls itself your homeland, yes.
Minus: crush it — that’s the law adored,
Everywhere, the law of stress.

It showed the “dreadful virus” clear,
Exposed the truth beneath the lies.
Ahead — the FINAL MIND-BLAST near,
A triumph waits beyond the skies.

The Grand Exterminator now,
The Hidden Bore, comes out to play.
He’ll wipe it clean, then sow somehow,
And gloat in mockery all day.

The cockroach crawls for “happiness.”
They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Artificial are the hardships,
And once more “manna” it will chose.



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The Cockroach Crawls for “Happiness”

They crush, they poison — still it goes.
Blinded herd obeys, yet knows
Nothing of the artificial blows —
The cockroach chooses, spiteful, close.



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The cockroach crawls — they crush, they burn.
Blinded herd obeys, yet cannot learn.
It chooses still — and laughs in turn.



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They crush, they poison — still it crawls.
Cockroach laughs while the blind herd falls.



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Still it crawls — the blind herd dies.



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1.
They crush, it crawls — fools perish blind.

2.
Cockroach moves — the herd obeys decay.

3.
Still it crawls, while the blind rot on.



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Gulliver’s Path

You’re plunged into Ignorance, mercilessly:
Into ideas corrupt, one-sided, sly —
Designed to divide and enslave your mind.
Awake — and drive the filth from inside.

And you’ll feel yourself a Gulliver,
When you’ve banished all the Chimeras —
Ideologies, dogmas, faiths,
And pseudo-sciences’ fleeting sprees.
(chorus)

Pseudo-science is the root of dulling,
Everywhere it tortures Spirit raw —
Creeping vermin wipe it all away.
Drive it off — in it Darkness reigns.

Chorus

Mediators were made for gods,
Their scriptures, their faith — pitiful.
Within burns the Eternal Fire: ignite it —
Heretical thoughts will clear from mind.

Chorus

Behavior patterns sustain Ignorance.
For centuries, CREATURES hold
The world in slavery with “morals,” Lies, and Fears.
Critical thought — your only idol.

Chorus

At the core of enforcing tyranny
Lies the Hell of Dulling. They call it school.
Forget all they shoved inside you there —
Seek the answers that are truly real.

Chorus

Futile labor shifts Evil’s space —
It strengthens Darkness, Tyranny,
Reducing the World of Thought and Creation.
Forget it — it blocks your rise above.

Chorus

World Propaganda gnaws at your guts —
The band of CREATURES rages more.
CowID garbage crowns Evil’s apex.
Crush it as the greatest threat.

Chorus

Fight Evil, saving your Soul in Hell.
There’s the pyramid “Idiot on the Throne” —
No place for Awakened Men.
Be fiercer, wiser, braver.

Chorus

You won’t suffer long, fighting Evil —
Cataclysm sweeps slaves and power aside,
Power blind to measure in genocide.
The wise in Spirit await other Spheres.

And you’ll feel yourself a Gulliver,
Leaving Lilliputian Hell if your drive
Seeks the Source without measure —
There is the Sea of Light, every demi-god.

Chorus



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Feel yourself a Gulliver,
Drive all Chimeras far.
Ideologies, Lies, and fraud —
Crush them where they are.



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Be Gulliver — drive Chimeras out.
Smash Lies, Ideologies, and fraud.
Awakened Spirit stands alone.



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Drive out Chimeras — stand as Gulliver.
Crush Lies — awaken your Spirit.



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Be Gulliver — crush Lies, awaken Spirit.



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1.
Rise as Gulliver — shatter Chimeras, free Spirit.

2.
Awaken, crush Lies — the world obeys no more.

3.
Stand fierce, drive out fraud — Spirit alone survives.



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Tolerance Plague & The Pyramid of Public Idiocracy


May the Tolerance Plague be upon you!
Keeps misfortune and failures around you —
Builds a world where the Weak serve the Rotten,
Turns you into a gluttonous bottom.
(chorus)

Chemicals in food and rotten thinking —
Let them grow each year, forever sinking
Brains and souls and bodies into rot —
You’ll become prime canned-meat on the spot.

A Pyramid: of meat and canned-meat dwellers —
Walking corpses, petty vicious fellers.
Be more “tolerant” — climb a little higher,
Grab your cookie;crumbs in their mud empire.

Chorus

May the Tolerance Plague be upon you!
Keeps misfortune and failures around you —
Builds a world where the Weak serve the Rotten,
Turns you into a gluttonous bottom.

Meaning? Cookies. Everything else is heresy.
Fear the upper tier — serve them with pleasantry.
Kick the lower ones down, just in case —
Luck adores a boot shoved in someone’s face.

Find a chance to bite upward, climb quicker —
Swap your rank for a spot that is slicker.
Only those who have shed all conscience, fear,
Reach the nobles — rotten elite up there.

Chorus

Prejudices — Spirit, Honor, Reason,
Clarity, fairness (in this world — treason!).
Worth climbs higher the more junk you carry —
Fill your mind with nonsense, be necessary.

Hurt the “masses” — that’s the sacred mission,
Truth is banned; deceit is the main ignition.
With a proper overdose of lies,
Ruling over filth is easy, wise.

Chorus

One more note on nonsense: only mainstream.
Crush the Mind and Spirit — the second big scheme.
Lies and madness stronger than guns or tanks —
Rotten ideas kill more, without thanks.

Let the Tolerance Plague stay among them —
Feeding misery to the crawling problem.
Every task of the Scum will be done:
Crushed this lunatic world — job number one.



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May the Tolerance Plague reign!
Feed the Weak, crush the sane.
Climb the Pyramid of Rotten —
Cookie crumbs for the vain.



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Tolerance Plague rules — the Weak obey.
Pyramid of Rotten feeds the vain.
Crush the Mind, let madness reign.



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Tolerance Plague reigns — the weak bow down.
Crush Reason, crown the Rotten’s crown.



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Tolerance Plague reigns — Reason crushed, Rotten crowned.



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1.
Bow, Weaklings — the Rotten rule supreme.

2.
Reason dies; the Pyramid of fools stands tall.

3.
Tolerance Plague reigns — mindless obey, Rotten thrive.



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The Thin Thread

Spiritual poverty
Is worse than material.
Hence the “high-born”
Scum and villainy
Starve fatally.

In this infernal world,
The low strive
Not to fall behind the “top” —
Souls turn into nothing,
And the test
Through CowID fails —
Spirit is penned everywhere:
Rare patches of light —
Lies and fear sit on the throne.

The meagerness of reason
Has become the norm everywhere,
And the tiniest
Consumption’s trickle
Stands before us.

Slavery is reinforced by fools —
No vent for the Reasoned:
Obsessed with feasts,
This half-mad world
Forgets the essential
And chases “success.”

Nothing but inglorious filth —
Nonhumans’ amusement.
The world is ruled by monsters.
Stupidity abounds,
Hence their servants rise “upward,”
While the Sensitive
See only the axe
Spinning in Infernal Spheres.

Everywhere decay.
Nonsense and lies in all faiths.
Pseudo-science has become
The new creed.
Sincerity vanished,
For the great scam
Transformed the World’s Asylum.

To new generations
They build the Camp.
Souls there become chimeras,
Minds mere tools of obedience;
Their new faith —
The sacrificial trash.

CowID trash —
The first trial shot:
And the vermin are ready
To the Camp, once profit
And “success” have eclipsed
Conscience, courage, honor.

The world of idiocy
Is pushed almost fully into the Camp.
Yet there’s a problem —
The sun shines brighter
Each year: the topic
Forbidden.
The elder
Still catches the golden fish.
Lucifer erased the smile —
Hope kaput.

Only the Path to the Source
Remains,
The Light for the Awakened — the Sensitive,
Unbound by Fate,
Alien to the vile fools.

Go within — only there
Will you find the answers;
Or in the flood of nonsense
With the blackened herd you’ll vanish.

Having seen the Light, you can
Find the Thin Thread
And move along it
To truly Be!



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See the Light — the herd is blind.
Find the Thin Thread, leave filth behind.
CowID fails, the fools obey,
Move along the thread — and Be today.



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Awakened see, the herd is blind.
Find the Thin Thread, leave lies behind.
Move on it — and truly Be.



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See the Light, the herd obeys no more.
Follow the Thin Thread — and Be for sure.



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Follow the Thin Thread — Be, while fools obey.



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1.
Awaken, find the Thin Thread — Be beyond the herd.

2.
Trace the Thin Thread — leave the blind behind.

3.
Be on the Thin Thread — fools obey, you rise.



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Time to Clean!

Life’s small trifles
Have become our chains.
Chains sag low —
Fools squeak lies:
With a “new idea”
The herd grows dumb —
A sly scoundrel
Will thrive in the dark.
(chorus)

Cunning — the icon.
Stupidity — the base.
Lies reshape
Filth “anew.”

The “new” is the old —
All genocide.
Food, burrows —
A new subspecies.

No Spirit inside,
“Minds” for feeding.
Rule of Lies and Nonsense.
Nonsense is the norm now.

Ñhorus

CREATURES craft
Ideas for the fools.
And in them, what matters most:
Only the skins.

The vermin busy
Duplicating skins:
Through generations
They build Evil’s servants.

At the Depths of Fall
CowID jabbed the world.
Rot all around —
Genocide at peak.

Ñhorus

Filth off the scale,
Conscience penned in.
In burrows it vanished —
The world sinks in Evil.

They build the Camp —
A super-burrow:
“Health” on the flag.
Time to clean!

So they won’t turn
Spirit into chili-sorts,
Throwing the world of idiots
Into Evil’s rot.

Ñhorus



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Chains sag, the herd grows dumb.
A sly scoundrel thrives in the dark.
Time to clean — don’t let Spirit rot,
Throw the world of fools from Evil’s ark.



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The herd grows dumb, chains sag low.
Time to clean — let Spirit glow.
Throw fools from Evil’s hold.



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Time to clean — the herd obeys no more.
Raise the Spirit, cast the fools ashore.



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1.
Clean the world — raise Spirit, crush the herd.

2.
Time to purge — fools obey no more.

3.
Rise, Spirit — sweep the fools aside.



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1.
Spirit up — fools down.

2.
Cleanse, awaken — herd obeys no more.

3.
Purge the filth — raise the Light.

4.
Time to clean — evil falls.

5.
Awake, move, cast the fools aside.



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1.
Herd obeys no more — Spirit reigns.

2.
Time to clean — fools rot in place.

3.
Raise the Light — sweep the filth away.

4.
Awaken, purge — let the fools burn.

5.
Spirit rises, herd falls — Evil crushed.



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1.
Rise, Spirit! Crush the herd!

2.
Awakened strike — fools obey no more!

3.
Purge the rot — let Light reign!

4.
Fools fall, Spirit rises!

5.
Time to clean — cast Evil aside!

6.
Herd crushed, Light alive!

7.
Spirit moves — fools burn in the dark!



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Slag

One must invent a “Bond.”
And give it an “Enemy”!
But how? Selected vermin
In the “Media” — then the Horns.

No one will notice.
Satanism is everywhere.
CowID — a stage. The scum
Started the rashism.

What’s next? A New Camp
Everywhere — Digital.
“Health!” flies on its flag,
While a bot guards the city.

AI binds the idiots,
Since the world has no mind,
And the honest are absurd
Amid fears, lies, and filth.

Filth is called a blessing —
And the herd believes the CREATURES.
Soon anyone who’s not a worm
In the Dark will become a bug:

They’ll be cut off from resources —
That’s the Camp’s whole point.
Tortures continue
Through “diseases.” And the Demon

Rejoices, achieving
Its goal — screwing the Spirit.
Meanwhile, the Media drones
Nonsense for the bribed bitches.

Not long until the Camp.
The end? A breakthrough appears again,
And the Cataclysm will lay
An end to genocide,
Killing slaves, the CREATURES.

To the Source, under the aegis
Of the Forces of Light, not rot,
One may go —
We’ll see how it unfolds.

For now, let’s sum up
The whole world in the mind as… Slag!



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CowID rules, the scum holds sway,
Digital Camps trap the herd each day.
Filth is hailed as blessing, lies drag,
The whole world’s mind reduced to Slag.



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CowID reigns, the herd obeys.
Filth is praised, the Spirit decays.
The world burns down to Slag.



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CowID rules, filth spreads wide.
Follow the Light — leave Slag behind.



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CowID reigns — the world’s reduced to Slag.



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1.
CowID rules — the herd decays.

2.
Digital Camps spread filth — leave Slag behind.

3.
The world obeys CowID — rot reigns.



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1.
CowID reigns — rot rules all.

2.
The herd obeys, the world decays.

3.
Filth spreads, Spirit fades.

4.
Digital Camps — slaves obey.

5.
CowID rules — leave Slag behind.

6.
Rot reigns, fools obey.

7.
The world burns, Spirit rises.



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1.
CowID rules — fools obey no more.

2.
Purge the rot — raise the Spirit.

3.
Filth spreads, herd falls, Light rises.

4.
Time to clean — cast Evil aside.

5.
Herd crushed, Spirit alive.

6.
Rot obeys no one — awaken!

7.
Raise the Light, sweep the scum away.

8.
CowID falls — the world stands free.



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Protodeacons of Pseudoscience

"I knew a subject with an absolutely fake hearing; and if he had framed a theory around it, he would have undoubtedly made an epoch in music history."
— Stanis;aw Jerzy Lec


In pseudoscience, it all works:
Cacophony is law,
While CREATURES stand ready
To drive the Spirit from “teachings.”
The world counts on material gains,
But everything must be twisted.
The forecast is fatal:
They’ll crush the mind
More fiercely, more arrogantly —
The protodeacon today is a
Pseudo-scientist. Sowing
A new faith with the prefix “socio-.”
Endings are trendy too —
All those stale “-isms.”
Gradually, among the “people,”
Cretinism blooms.

CowID has revealed the wretchedness
Of doomed pseudo-scientific schemes.
With warming comes strictness:
Amid forbidden topics,
The sun’s brightness — relentlessly
Rises, leading
To Cataclysm. But conventionally,
“Cows fart, factories stink,”
They preach wild heresy —
The obedient fool swallows it.

All their vaunted “progress”
Has turned into decay —
With every new generation
The CREATURES’ pressure grows,
And Nature withers everywhere.
For Earth, we’re a headache:
A Cataclysm will strike again
With the Sun in league. Yet the masses
Hide the OBVIOUS —
Such are the times:
Farewell, Shame
Of the Global Super-Depth!



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Protodeacons preach — the Spirit flees,
Cacophony rules, cretins increase.
CowID reveals the rot and schemes,
The world decays beneath false dreams.



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Protodeacons rule — the Spirit crushed,
CowID exposes lies and rot,
The world bows to false gods.



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CowID exposes rot — the Spirit dies,
The world kneels to falseness and lies.



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CowID reveals all — the world decays in lies.



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1. CowID exposes the rot — fools obey.

2. Protodeacons preach, the Spirit fades.

3. The world bows to false gods and lies.

4. CowID strikes — decay rules all.

5. Lies reign, the Spirit struggles, the world crumbles.



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1. CowID reigns — the Spirit crushed.
2. Lies rule, fools kneel.
3. Protodeacons rot the mind.
4. CowID strikes — decay spreads.
5. False gods rise, truth falls.
6. The world obeys, Spirit fights.
7. Cretins thrive, Light endures.



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Global Underculture

You want to see or hear
What feeds the mind, heals the Soul —
You get a fig with butter, fast:
Worse than it was under the communists.

Global culture is penned in —
Drowning in Tolerast, Fear, and Lies;
Censorship and hype without measure
Feed fools their chimera.
(chorus)

Repulsive, worthless, pitiful, small,
And there’s so much of this nonsense:
To find even a grain of talent
Beneath the filth — you must work hard.

Work is usually wasted — you tire
Quickly from trash and scum.
Better lie down, regain your strength,
Blaming the vile for your misery.

Chorus

If Creativity is your concern,
And you seek even a few who care,
Without cash for promotion, you dwell
At the bottom — looking in vain.

Response is minimal. In the Soviet days,
“Resonance” was measured in five steps.
Now the beginner’s interval is zero:
Not a single pearl survives in the end.

Chorus

Once, critics cut the nonsense
That politicians highlighted;
They scolded in measure, often not;
Now everything flows freely, only spheres

Of mass “culture” support the courtiers
Kissing the trash of shame,
So better avoid the “top lists”
If you shun the ugliness.

Chorus

Of course, exceptions exist,
Confirming the decay,
The main trend worldwide. If you have sense,
Always be yourself.

This means inside, not outside —
Seek the Light. And once found,
You will no longer want the “culture”
That the corrupt skins create in Darkness.

And let the Most Pure Spirit be penned
Among the majority; if you remain within,
Decay, nonsense, and lies without measure,
The total genocide is held
Under the control of the Gehenna Chimera.



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Global culture drowns in lies and fear,
Fools fed chimera, nothing clear.
Talent buried deep in filth and grime,
Work is wasted, lost to time.
Seek the Light — the rest decays in slime.



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Fools feast on chimera, truth denied,
Talent buried under filth and pride.
Seek the Light — all else decays in lies.