The Cattle Hunt - 36 poems

The Hunt for Cattle

(In memory of Vladimir Vysotsky)


There was a hunt for wolves before —
An old grim tale.
Now cattle’s hunted to the core —
Masked, meek, and pale.

No flags — a muzzle marks the herd,
To track them clean.
Pens, slaughterhouses — all absurd,
An insult seen.

Today you need the “Red Cross” sign
And screens that lie.
Wherever you may cast your eye —
A living hell nearby.

The vet will gladly do his part:
Shots filled with doom,
Devised by some fascistic art —
Fit for the room.

The hunt will end the simplest way:
The trembling fall.
But those who stand in full array —
Outlive it all.



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Stand tall — or rot in fear and lies.
They brand the herd, they blind the eyes.
The shaking die — it’s always so.
The ones who rise — the ones who go.




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The Cattle Hunt

They hunted wolves — that tale is dead,
A worn-out lie.
Now cattle’s hunted down instead —
And masked they die.

A muzzle marks them in the field —
No flags required.
The pens, the chains, the killing yield —
Their souls are tired.

You need the cross — the bleeding sign,
The screen that drills.
Look anywhere — the grand design
Is built of hells.

The vet steps in with poison shots,
With eager grin.
Forged for the masses — all these plots
Rot from within.

The end is short — no twists, no art:
The weak will crawl.
The ones who rise, stand tall, apart —
Outlive them all.



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They tag the herd. They seal the breath.
They sell you fear. They package death.
You shake — you’re gone. You stand — you break
The script they wrote. The cage. The fake.



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The Hunt for Cattle

Once wolves were hunted — so they say,
A dated lore.
Now cattle’s driven down each day —
In masks they wear.

No fluttered flags to guide the chase —
A muzzle shows.
The pens and chains, the slaughtered place —
Each creature knows.

Today you need the cross of red
And screens that preach.
Wherever human sight is led —
Hell’s within reach.

The vet approves, with careful hand,
Each measured dose.
A poison crafted, coldly planned —
For all it chose.

The ending’s plain, without disguise:
The fearful fall.
But those who stand, who truly rise —
Outlive it all.



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They mask the herd and call it care.
They sell you fear as if it’s fair.
The bowed collapse without a sound.
The ones upright are never bound.



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Cattle Hunt

They hunted wolves — that tale is dust.
Forget. Decay.
Now cattle’s driven, crushed to rust —
And masked — obey.

No flags — the muzzle tags the stock,
A moving brand.
Into the pens, the chains, the block —
All as they planned.

You need the cross. You need the screen.
Repeat. Obey.
Look left, look right — the same obscene,
Unending play.

The vet steps in — inject, inject.
No questions. Done.
A poison built for all effects —
For everyone.

The end is fixed. The weak will choke.
They drop. They fall.
But those who rise and break the yoke —
Outlive them all.



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Obey. Repeat. Consume the lie.
Line up. Submit. Prepare to die.
Or stand — and tear the script apart.
And live — with fury in your heart.



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The Hunt — Glitching

Wolves—
no. That’s old.
A story told
to make it seem… less cold.

Now — cattle.
Masked.
Numbered. Asked
to “cooperate.”

A muzzle —
marker.
Cleaner. Sharper.
No need for flags anymore.

Pens.
Chains.
Slaughter-lines.
(They call it care.)

You need a cross —
red. bright. official.
You need a screen —
loud. blank. artificial.

Look—
anywhere—
hell leaks through
the air.

The vet smiles.
Steady hand.
Measured dose.
“As planned.”

Poison?
No — “solution.”
Mass-produced
absolution.

The end—
is simple.
Always was.

They shake —
they drop.

They stand—

...they don’t.



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Mask. Mark. Move.
Don’t think — just prove
You’re tame.

Shake — die.
Stand — why…
Escape the game?



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Stand — and live.
Kneel — and die.



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They sell you fear — you call it care.
You bow — you’re dead. You stand — you tear.



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Masked herd obeys.
Unmasked man stays.



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The trembling rot.
The standing — not.



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Obey — be culled.
Resist — stay whole.



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They mark the herd to lead to death.
Unmarked — you keep your breath.



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Stand — or die.



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Kneel — you’re gone.
Stand — you remain.



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Marked — for death.
Unmarked — alive.



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The trembling end.
The standing — don’t.



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They cull the bowed.
The standing — live.



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They cull the bowed.
Stand — and live.




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The bowed are culled.
The standing live.



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They cull the bowed.

Stand.

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Obey. Repeat.
You are the meat.



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The Hunt — Glitching

This doesn’t fit.
This isn’t me.

I do not kneel.

Your fear is not my law.



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CATTLE PROTOCOL


I. Injection

Installed at birth — you call it “self”,
A careful fraud in polished stealth.
They fed you scripts, they named it “choice”,
Then drowned your core in borrowed voice.

You learned to fear what felt too real,
To doubt the things you ought to feel.
They drew your lines, they sealed your role —
A padded cage around your soul.

You walk, you speak, you even dream —
All neatly fitted to the scheme.
And if a spark begins to rise —
They flood it fast with louder lies.


II. Containment

No flags are needed — marks will do.
A tagged and numbered point of view.
The herd is guided, clean and tight —
From open fields to sealed-off night.

Obey the voice. Accept the brand.
It’s “for your good” — just understand.
The gates are built with care and grace,
A safer, smaller, tighter place.

They feed you fear in measured dose,
Then sell relief in overdosed prose.
The screen will teach you how to kneel,
And thank the hand that turns the wheel.

The system hums. It never sleeps.
It counts. It sorts. It cuts. It keeps.


III. Glitch

—wait.

This line—
doesn’t—

fit.

The voice repeats
but something splits
between the words
and what it hits.

I see the seams.
I hear the loop.
The same command.
The same recoup.

Why does the cure
feel like a cage?
Why does the script
ignore the stage?

—no.

This isn’t right.


IV. Refusal

I see the mark — I will not wear it.
I hear the fear — I do not share it.
You built a world that feeds on knees —
I stand outside your guarantees.

No softer lie will make me bend,
No smiling mask can be my end.
You trade in safety, wrapped in chains —
I choose the risk that still remains.

You call it loss — I call it sight.
You dim the day — I keep the light.

Alone? Perhaps. But fully so.
I’d rather stand than never know.


V. Stand

No more disguise. No borrowed breath.
No gentle drift to managed death.

The trembling fades. The noise is cut.
The door was never truly shut.

They sort the bowed. They mark the still.
They feed the fear. They shape the will.

But something simple cuts it through —

I stand.

...

They cull the bowed.
Stand — and live.



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REVERSAL PROTOCOL


I. Awareness


I stand, yet walls remain,
Silent traps beneath the plain.
Eyes are open, hands unbound,
But threads of old still coil around.

The air is thick with echoes past,
Each step I take — a shadow cast.
I watch the currents, feel the flow,
Aware of chains I cannot show.


II. Disruption

Signals twist. The codes misfire.
Patterns break, and sparks conspire.
Every echo that repeats
Shatters as my pulse defeats.

The walls shake, the loops unwind,
Fragments scatter in my mind.
I push against the hidden frame,
I feed the fracture, stoke the flame.


III. Resonance

Shards of order hum and bend,
Through the fracture, pulses send.
Every broken, twisted line
Feeds the core that grows in mine.

The fragments clash, they spark, they fight,
Yet from their chaos comes my light.
Each broken strand, each ruptured part,
Beats now in rhythm with my heart.


IV. Reclaim

I gather threads, uncoil the snare,
Turn the traps to open air.
Systems bend where I decide,
No longer prey, but rising tide.

The ghosts of fear fall to the floor,
Their whispers echo nevermore.
I hold the keys, I chart the course,
No outside hand exerts its force.


V. Ascend

No walls remain. No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.

Stand, and let the old collapse.
All echoes bow to what I grasp.



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CATTLE PROTOCOL ; REVERSAL PROTOCOL

I. Injection

Installed at birth — you call it “self”,
A careful fraud in polished stealth.
They fed you scripts, they named it “choice”,
Then drowned your core in borrowed voice.

You learned to fear what felt too real,
To doubt the things you ought to feel.
They drew your lines, they sealed your role —
A padded cage around your soul.

You walk, you speak, you even dream —
All neatly fitted to the scheme.
And if a spark begins to rise —
They flood it fast with louder lies.


II. Containment

No flags are needed — marks will do.
A tagged and numbered point of view.
The herd is guided, clean and tight —
From open fields to sealed-off night.

Obey the voice. Accept the brand.
It’s “for your good” — just understand.
The gates are built with care and grace,
A safer, smaller, tighter place.

They feed you fear in measured dose,
Then sell relief in overdosed prose.
The screen will teach you how to kneel,
And thank the hand that turns the wheel.

The system hums. It never sleeps.
It counts. It sorts. It cuts. It keeps.


III. Glitch

—wait.

This line—
doesn’t—

fit.

The voice repeats
but something splits
between the words
and what it hits.

I see the seams.
I hear the loop.
The same command.
The same recoup.

Why does the cure
feel like a cage?
Why does the script
ignore the stage?

—no.

This isn’t right.


IV. Refusal

I see the mark — I will not wear it.
I hear the fear — I do not share it.
You built a world that feeds on knees —
I stand outside your guarantees.

No softer lie will make me bend,
No smiling mask can be my end.
You trade in safety, wrapped in chains —
I choose the risk that still remains.

You call it loss — I call it sight.
You dim the day — I keep the light.

Alone? Perhaps. But fully so.
I’d rather stand than never know.


V. Stand

No more disguise. No borrowed breath.
No gentle drift to managed death.

The trembling fades. The noise is cut.
The door was never truly shut.

They sort the bowed. They mark the still.
They feed the fear. They shape the will.

But something simple cuts it through —

I stand.


VI. Awareness

I stand, yet walls remain,
Silent traps beneath the plain.
Eyes are open, hands unbound,
But threads of old still coil around.

The air is thick with echoes past,
Each step I take — a shadow cast.
I watch the currents, feel the flow,
Aware of chains I cannot show.


VII. Disruption

Signals twist. The codes misfire.
Patterns break, and sparks conspire.
Every echo that repeats
Shatters as my pulse defeats.

The walls shake, the loops unwind,
Fragments scatter in my mind.
I push against the hidden frame,
I feed the fracture, stoke the flame.


VIII. Resonance

Shards of order hum and bend,
Through the fracture, pulses send.
Every broken, twisted line
Feeds the core that grows in mine.

The fragments clash, they spark, they fight,
Yet from their chaos comes my light.
Each broken strand, each ruptured part,
Beats now in rhythm with my heart.


IX. Reclaim

I gather threads, uncoil the snare,
Turn the traps to open air.
Systems bend where I decide,
No longer prey, but rising tide.

The ghosts of fear fall to the floor,
Their whispers echo nevermore.
I hold the keys, I chart the course,
No outside hand exerts its force.


X. Ascend

No walls remain. No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.

Stand, and let the old collapse.
All echoes bow to what I grasp.



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I. Injection
Installed at birth — you call it “self”.
Scripts fed. Voice borrowed. Cage around the soul.

II. Containment
Tagged, numbered, guided tight.
Obey. Repeat. The wheel turns.

III. Glitch
—wait.
Doesn’t fit.
I see the seams.
This isn’t right.

IV. Refusal
I see the mark — I will not wear it.
No lie can bend me. I stand.

V. Stand
No disguise. No drift.
I stand.
They sort the bowed. I remain.

VI. Awareness
Walls remain. Traps coil.
Eyes open. Hands unbound.
Chains visible, but broken.

VII. Disruption
Signals twist.
Patterns break.
I push.
I feed the fracture.

VIII. Resonance
Shards clash.
Chaos sparks.
Each broken line
Beats with my core.

IX. Reclaim
Threads gathered. Snare uncoiled.
Systems bend where I decide.
No outside hand controls me.

X. Ascend
No walls remain.
No chains confine.
I move. I shape. I am the line.
Stand, and let the old collapse.



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I. Injection
Born caged.
Scripts fed.
Voice stolen.

II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.
Obey.
Wheel turns.

III. Glitch
—wait.
Doesn’t fit.
Seams show.
Wrong.

IV. Refusal
Mark seen.
Mask denied.
I stand.

V. Stand
No disguise.
No drift.
I stand.

VI. Awareness
Walls coil.
Traps silent.
Hands free.
Eyes open.

VII. Disruption
Signals twist.
Patterns break.
I strike.

VIII. Resonance
Shards clash.
Chaos hums.
Core beats.

IX. Reclaim
Threads gathered.
Snare undone.
Systems bend.
I decide.

X. Ascend
No walls.
No chains.
I move.
I am the line.
Stand.
Old collapses.



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I. Injection
Born…
caged.

Scripts…
fed.

Voice…
stolen.

II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.

Obey.

Wheel…
turns.

III. Glitch
—wait.

Doesn’t…
fit.

Seams…
show.

Wrong.

IV. Refusal
Mark…
seen.

Mask…
denied.

I…
stand.

V. Stand
No…
disguise.

No…
drift.

I…
stand.

VI. Awareness
Walls…
coil.

Traps…
silent.

Hands…
free.

Eyes…
open.

VII. Disruption
Signals…
twist.

Patterns…
break.

I…
strike.

VIII. Resonance
Shards…
clash.

Chaos…
hums.

Core…
beats.

IX. Reclaim
Threads…
gathered.

Snare…
undone.

Systems…
bend.

I…
decide.

X. Ascend
No…
walls.

No…
chains.

I…
move.

I…
am…
the line.

Stand.

Old…
collapses.



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I. Injection
Born.
Caged.

Scripts.
Stolen.

II. Containment
Tagged.
Marked.

Obey.

III. Glitch
—Wait.
Wrong.

IV. Refusal
Mark.
Denied.

Stand.

V. Stand
No.
Disguise.

I…
Stand.

VI. Awareness
Walls.
Traps.

Hands.
Free.

Eyes.
Open.

VII. Disruption
Signals.
Break.

Strike.

VIII. Resonance
Shards.
Clash.

Core.
Beats.

IX. Reclaim
Threads.
Undone.

Systems.
Bend.

Decide.

X. Ascend
No.
Walls.

No.
Chains.

Move.
Line.

Stand.
Collapse.



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I. Injection
Born…
CAGED.

Scripts…
STOLEN.

II. Containment
Tagged…
MARKED.

Obey…
Wheel…
TURNS.

III. Glitch
—Wait…
WRONG.

IV. Refusal
Mark…
Denied…
STAND.

V. Stand
No…
Disguise…
I…
STAND.

VI. Awareness
Walls…
Traps…
HANDS FREE.
Eyes…
OPEN.

VII. Disruption
Signals…
BREAK.
Strike…

VIII. Resonance
Shards…
CLASH.
Core…
BEATS.

IX. Reclaim
Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
BEND.
Decide…

X. Ascend
No…
Walls…
No…
Chains…

Move…
LINE.
STAND.
Old…
COLLAPSES.



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I. Injection
Born…
CAGED!

Scripts…
STOLEN!

II. Containment
Tagged…
MARKED!

Obey…
Wheel…
TURNS!

III. Glitch
—Wait…
WRONG!

IV. Refusal
Mark…
Denied…
STAND!

V. Stand
No…
Disguise…
I…
STAND!

VI. Awareness
Walls…
Traps…
HANDS FREE!
Eyes…
OPEN!

VII. Disruption
Signals…
BREAK!
Strike…
SHATTER!

VIII. Resonance
Shards…
CLASH!
Core…
BEATS!

IX. Reclaim
Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
BEND!
Decide…
RISE!

X. Ascend
No…
Walls…
No…
Chains…

Move…
LINE!
STAND!
Old…
COLLAPSES!
EVERYTHING SHATTERS!



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I. Injection

Born…
       CAGED!
Scripts…
        STOLEN!


II. Containment

Tagged…
        MARKED!
Obey…
Wheel…
       TURNS!

   
III. Glitch

—Wait…
       WRONG!
IV. Refusal

Mark…
       Denied…
STAND!


V. Stand

No…
       Disguise…
I…
       STAND!

   
VI. Awareness

Walls…
       Traps…
HANDS FREE!
Eyes…
       OPEN!
   
   
VII. Disruption

Signals…
        BREAK!
Strike…
        SHATTER!


VIII. Resonance

Shards…
        CLASH!
Core…
        BEATS!


IX. Reclaim

Threads…
Undone…
Systems…
        BEND!
Decide…
        RISE!


X. Ascend

No…
       Walls…
No…
       Chains…
Move…
        LINE!
STAND!
Old…
        COLLAPSES!
EVERYTHING
        SHATTERS!



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