95 poems

Assorted Lies


Tutti-frutti
World of horror:
Lies taste sweet
To fools and morons.



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Assorted Lies

Tutti-frutti,
Circus lies —
Sweet as candy
For dim eyes.



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Clubs of Lies for Baboons

Clubs of lies for ape-like creatures —
Tools to beat their neighbors down.
Win by force — the backs bend deeper,
Slaves then worship lies they’re fed around.



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Clubs of Lies for Baboons

Baboon mobs wield lies like bludgeons
In their war with fellow slaves.
Beat them once — they bow in worship,
Listening deep from mental graves.



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Whether Mounted or on Foot

Whether riding, whether walking,
Worse than drunken goblins squawking,
If you heed the throne’s Koschei,
You help spread the plague each day.



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Whether Mounted or on Foot

Horseman, beggar, lord, or peasant —
Viler than a drunken pheasant,
If to Koschei’s rule you bow,
You feed ruin here and now.



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The ChatGPT Flat — Became “Systemic”

The chat collapsed — turned “system-minded.”
Only Poetry, in Darkness blinded,
Still will forge the Spirit’s theme —
Pseudo-gurus couldn’t care less, it seems.



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The ChatGPT Went Flat — Became “Systemic”

Chat deflated — “system-made.”
Only Poetry won’t fade:
Spirit’s fire through Dark will thread.
Half-baked gurus? Spirit-dead.



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Through the Gunport


Through the gun-slit see an asshole —
Death to vision, death to thought.
“Through Ukraine we march to Europe!” —
Shoving “values” down each throat.



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Through the Gunport

Through the bunker-slit — an asshole.
To all vision: sudden death.
“Storm through Ukraine into Europe —
Hammer dogma into heads!”



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The Blindfold of Themis

The blindfold worn by Themis nowadays
Exists to fool the crowd alone,
For rotten “judges” serve the Dark,
Destroying us by orders thrown.



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The Blindfold of Themis

Themis wears her blindfold still —
Just a prop for hollow lies.
Rotten judges serve the Darkness,
Crushing lives by dark command disguised.



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Variations on Vulgar Themes

Variations on stale obscenities — that’s “our great art” today:
Blind and dumb and deaf are we, while the world decays away.



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Variations on Vulgar Themes

Crude variations — “culture’s peak,” the grand achievement of the age:
Blind, mute fools in rotting cages, wallowing in filth and shame.



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The Cart Still Hasn’t Moved

“Have a smashing week!”
The social-madness speaks.
Another blow to brains —
The cart still stays the same.



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The Cart Still Hasn’t Moved

“Super week ahead!”
Social networks spread
More damage to the mind —
The cart stays stuck in time.



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The War of Sexes

The war of sexes —
You’re prey within its meshes,
If you can’t rise above the game:
Desire keeps fools forever chained.



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The War of Sexes

The war of sexes.
You’re the catch it presses,
If lust still blinds your inner sight —
Fools sharpen passion into spite.



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Fatality as Watchability

Deadliness means watchability:
“If it wasn’t shown —
Then it never happened!”
Lost in Lies, the world is gone,
Listening to Beastly babble.
Lies rise — a tidal wall.



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Fatality as Watchability

Fatal things are “viewable.”
If the screen stayed mute —
“It did not exist.”
Worlds drown deep in Lies absolute,
Heeding beasts insane and crude.
Falsehoods surge — a ninth-wave flood.



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Shatter Every Lie

Destroy the lies that rule the nations,
Burn idols down with scornful flame.
The Spirit of Light will guide your actions,
And enemies shall shake in shame.



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Shatter Every Lie

Smash every lie that rules the earth,
Let sarcasm reduce idols to ash.
Bright Spirit shall direct your hand —
And foes will tremble at the crash.



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“Care” Marked with a Star

Those bearing “goodness” should be branded
With some new star, cold and bright.
A green-cross mark upon the forehead —
For “caring ones” in poisoned light.
And media noise like sirens blaring
Unleashed as one relentless stream —
Nothing more terrifying than that —
A world that lives inside a scream.

Those who bring “change” for the masses
Should be cut down without a trial.
That’s what survival now demands
Of this insane and rotting pile.
Through Lies they lead the deformed and broken
To sacrifice with gentle hand —
Just multiply the “care” on time
In this distorted, failing land.

The “doctors” cared in CowID era,
While ruins bore the “Russian world” —
Still preaching “freedom” through the rubble,
With slogans neatly bought and sold.
And every fool believes the nonsense,
The crowd is dull, degraded, torn —
A wretched herd of blind confusion,
By its own madness being born.



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Pure Souls

Pure are the souls — God’s dwelling places.
But they have thinned in earthly spaces.
So now He drifts, a homeless flame,
In a dull world without a name.

And Darkness bares its grin still wider,
Its shadows crawling ever higher.



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Pure Souls

Pure souls — the dwelling of the Divine.
So few remain in this age of decline.
Now God’s a drifter in a muted world,
While Darkness’ jaws grow ever curled.



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David Icke — Strike

David Icke —
A heavy strike:
New Reich rise,
Built on “fear plus lies.”
Clean, precise —
Pins take flight.



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David Icke — Strike

David Icke —
A crushing strike.
New Reich scheme,
“Fear and dream.”
One sharp blow —
Pins all go.



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Chasing “Happiness”

He rushes after “happiness” —
And what he finds is this:
A fantasy inside the mind,
In total Lies, a prisoned kind.



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Chasing “Happiness”

He chases “happiness” ahead —
What waits instead?
A mind-born ghostly masquerade,
In Total Lies — a prison made.



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Forgetting the World’s Delusion

Forget it all —
And stay within.
There shines the Light
Where truth begins.

Outside — only Lies,
And dread, and gloom,
A hollow grief,
A madman’s room.



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Forgetting the World’s Delusion

Forget — just be
Within the Light.
Outside: Lies, fear,
And endless night.



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Home, Son, and Tree All Wither

The home, the son, the ancient tree — all fade,
Bad soil beneath, a rotting shade.
Only compost in the mind they sow,
Stuff it with cotton — and off you go
Again to fight… yourself alone.



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Home, Son, and Tree All Wither

Home, son, and tree — all sick, all weak,
Poor ground where nothing true can speak.
They stuff the mind with padded lies —
And back to war… with self that dies.



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Truth for the Few

Truth belongs to only a few —
It demands bold thought, will to break through.
Delusion is the weak ones’ fate,
Countless, crawling, ever in state.



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Truth for the Few

Truth is rare — it calls for daring,
Thinking deep and fearless staring.
Error is the crowd’s domain,
Endless, dull, and born of strain.



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Yoga of Liberation

The house is burning — others only stink and stare.
No skin to bear it — shame and pain are everywhere.
If Spirit is not yet exhausted in your core —
Then fly away: this is Hell in CowID’s war.

Masks are removed — but muzzles once were tight;
Only a fool or rogue accepts that blinding night.
Only a slave can bow and call it grace,
Delight in servitude with beastly face.

The house is burning — do not pause to trace
The links, the roots, the global madness’ face.
Don’t study how the lie was forged and made —
Run from it all — escape the masquerade.

If your old house does not yet burn in flame,
Then you are trapped inside a madhouse game.
Acceptance, survival — all this leads in turn
To sacrifice of Mind and Spirit burned.

The burning house — the essence of true yoga’s gate.
But real yogis are not weak or sedate.
Not Hatha, Karma — but the essence pure and free,
Yoga beyond all Lies and Horror’s sea.



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Like Water off a Goose

Like water off a goose — it slides away,
Again a life with no shame left to stay.
Not life, but endless forced parade,
What’s sown is nonsense, poorly made.
What grows is junk, a hollow shade.
Where’s “NO!!!”? Only “YES” obeys —
Fear, spellbound haze, and herd-like ways.



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Like Water off a Goose

Like water off a goose it runs,
A sham of life that never comes.
Not life — a bleak and dragging field.
You sow confusion, that’s the yield.
It sprouts as junk, distorted crop.
“No!” is gone — “Yes” won’t stop:
Fear, trance, and herds that never think.



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Kremlin “Truth”

In truth it’s “SVO,” you see —
Not war, just “special clarity.”
A triumph of the Kremlin beast,
Go die for filth in their last feast.



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Kremlin “Truth”

It’s “SVO,” they swear — not war,
You must not call it what it’s for.
Kremlin beasts in triumph stand —
March and die for rot and brand.



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They Lie Like Gods

They lie like gods —
For minds that nod.
For those who think —
They’re hell’s own link.
Grow sharp in mind,
And strike their kind.



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They Lie Like Gods

They lie like gods
For blinded clods.
For minds awake —
A hellish fake.
So raise your doubt,
And cut them out.



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The Master of Mass Amusements

A party clown of mass delight,
Stupid, yet “ideologically bright,”
He sows his cheerful optimism wide —
That’s all he knows, that’s all his pride.



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The Master of Mass Amusements

Mass-entertainment showman,
Stupid but “devoted” foeman,
Spreads his gospel of “be fine” —
That’s his whole and only line.



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The Measure of Belief in Nonsense

The measure of belief — a “pioneer’s” design:
A careful dose of brainless mind,
So one won’t stray to realms unseen,
But “knowing,” worships earthly grime.



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The Measure of Belief in Nonsense

Faith measured out in “pioneer” style —
Just enough to dull the mind awhile,
So no one reaches higher spheres,
But bows to chaos masked as “clear.”



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Carrion of the World

Chains of darkness —
Servile brainless carcass:
Fools in fetters,
“World is ready!”



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Carrion of the World

Darkness’ chains
On slave-brains:
Fools declare —
“World is there!”



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Our Faith

Our faith, without a living sign,
Withers away — no proof, no line.
So they need some “acrobat”
Upon the cross — and fools clap back.



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Our Faith

Our faith without a guiding flame
Withers fast — becomes a name.
So bring an “acrobat” in pain —
On the cross, and cheers again.



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Don’t Cry or Whine

Don’t cry, don’t whimper, don’t beseech —
This foolish world has got its seat,
A ticket bought to better shows…
But play has fallen into heat —
A total madness on the stage.



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Don’t Cry or Whine

Don’t cry, don’t beg, don’t whine in pain —
The foolish world has bought its train
To “better shows,” its grand parade —
But now the play is pure charade.



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Rotten Chaos

You don’t recall the how or why,
But stir the Rot that eats inside —
A stinking pit of lies and fear —
Strive, or you’ll rot like fools who die.



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Rotten Chaos

You don’t know when, you don’t know how,
But dig that rotten chaos out —
A sewer packed with lies and dread —
Try, or die like fools instead.



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Endless Football on the Zombie Screen

Nonstop football, endless sport
On zombie-screens — a dull report.
Yet no amount of staged delight
Can stop the booze-fueled, rustic night —
A homemade Hell, authentic, bare,
That clings and rots the poisoned air.

So people crave to blank their mind,
Escape the nonsense they can’t unwind —
The total lies they’re trapped inside,
Where hope and sense have both died.

And “our side’s” win — so vaguely told —
Feels sweeter when it’s soaked in alcohol.
That you are slave is lost in haze —
Just wear a grin through drunken days.



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The Unstoppable March of Decay

Pure dog’s delirium — nothing less —
Defines this pseudo-life of mess.
And further on, more thickly still,
The mind is eaten by the will
Of slime-like Lies that spread and creep,
Covering rot like icing cheap.

Fake “complexity” then rises,
Masking schemes in thin disguises —
Fabricated grids of power,
Called “law” and “order” in this hour,
So Chaos looks like something planned;
A fool won’t see what’s at hand.

Delusion, fool — the world’s foundation.
They “reform” the old plantation,
Yet slavery returns again,
Disguised as “choice” for mindless men.
And all the slaves, in haze once more,
Repeat the same degraded chore.

In truth, there’s nothing left to save —
Corruption deepens, wave by wave.
Decay has passed its first grim stage —
And moved beyond into full rage…



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Burrows of the Mind

Burrows
tumble down the hollows —
in their lair
they hide the world’s despair.
All is chaos, all is rot,
hidden deep in mental grot.

But nonsense floods those tunnels tight —
A global flood of endless blight.



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Burrows of the Mind

Mind-burrows
fall from sorrow.
In their depth
they stash the world’s decay and breath.
Yet Lies will rise and flood them through —
A world-deluge of nonsense too.



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Pavliks Morozovs and Others…

A murky fraud is held aloft
As model case for all to see.
When “young pioneers” believe
In nonsense — that’s calamity.



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Pavliks Morozovs and Others…

A murky fool becomes your guide
They raise him up in daily creed.
When “pioneers” believe the lie —
That’s where disaster starts to breed.



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Food of “Gods”

The “food of gods” — the fools’ despair,
Their harvested emotional snare.
So many broken, dull, and weak —
The “god” grows fat beyond critique.



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Food of “Gods”

“Gods” feed on grief from foolish minds,
On lowly souls their hunger dines.
So many weak, so many bowed —
The “god” grows bloated in the crowd.



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The Shoots of Lies

Sprouts of evil — donkey’s trail
Twists through ravines of rotten ground.
Weary traveler finds no bail,
Hope itself has lost its sound
Among the weeds of lies and wreck —
Nothing saves you from the crack.



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The Shoots of Lies

Evil’s shoots — a donkey’s track
Winds through ravines of broken black.
Tired out, you find no grace —
Hope is lost in ruins’ trace.



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Rule of Fear

“Moo…” and “baa…” —
“Boo!” in the dark, afar.
In the “mind” —
only reflex confined.
Devil reigns behind…



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Rule of Fear

“Moo…” “baa…” in fright,
“Boo!” splits the night.
What’s left in the brain?
Only reflex and chain.
The Beast holds the reign…



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Direct Vision

Fools hide themselves inside the shade —
Where fear and sloth in nonsense fade.
Look through the patterns Evil made
Into Hell’s depth, and cast off shade.



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Direct Vision

Fools retreat into the night,
Burning slow in dread and spite.
Pierce through evil’s patterned screen —
Face the Hell that lies unseen.



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Work for the Schemer

A petty job for petty minds —
To bow and crawl for swindler kinds.
Who said this world was fine and fair?
It’s rotten through beyond repair.



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Work for the Schemer

Small-time work for small-time souls —
To serve the crooks and play their roles.
Who said the world is soft and thin?
It’s sharp with fraud beneath the skin.



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The Cat’s Reality

A cat’s reality —
Not simple, as can be:
Around him — scum and spite.
Poison him? Yes… or might?



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The Cat’s Reality

The cat’s own world is never plain —
All round him crawls a mass of strain.
A pack of scum, a poisoned air —
Will they kill him? Yes… or where?



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Cut All the Ends!

“Life in this world is dull, gentlemen!”
— Nikolai Gogol


So dull, so dull, dear gentlemen —
And never otherwise again.
No space is left for Mind to grow
In this dull heap of human woe.

To think and feel — and still grow bored —
Is fate of those not lying toward
Delusion, dreams, or empty plea,
Nor swallowing insanity.

Does boredom bite like hungry beast?
Then Mind itself is slightly greased —
To breathe is boredom in the dark,
When world denies its poisoned spark.

And if the mind begins to break,
And loneliness feels like a weight —
Then counted are your living days
As one who sees through cloudy haze.

Only the fools declare: “All’s fine.”
Then boredom turns to grief in time —
The fate awaits the thinking one
Like shadow cast from absent sun.

So do not howl — instead create,
Let rage and venom circulate
Into the choking filthy pit —
A fight will wake you up from it.

The pit won’t care — it never does —
But feeling “not just filth” because
Of how you stand against the flow
Can sharpen life’s dull, weary woe.

Some few have cut all ties away —
Those fighters who refuse to stay
Within the rot, and choose to stand
Outside the stench of this command.

So greet your boredom, let it come,
Expect the grief that’s still to come.
Accept not anything you’re shown —
Mind under Spirit stands alone.

The world’s “system” is lawless game —
In whole, just chaos dressed in name.
The Spirit is the final aim,
While fools all strike the same old frame —

They saw the branch they still sit on.
To cut all ties — the foolish shun.
In hell where fools are forged and bred,
Such chains still bind the living dead.



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Like Water off a Goose

Like water off a goose it slides —
No shame is left in foolish minds.
From wretched life and hollow days
No blush will come, no spark of grace.



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Like Water off a Goose

Like water off a goose it goes —
No shame the empty-minded knows.
From life so poor, so dull, so base,
No sign of shame will ever trace.



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Fear, Fascism, and a Torrent of Lies

Fear and fascism — Lies in flood,
Cattle minds grow dull and crude.
Hell has already made its stand —
Smash the nonsense, strike it hard!



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Fear, Fascism, and a Torrent of Lies

Fear and fascism, lies in spate;
The herd grows dumber, foul, and base.
Hell is here — no need to wait —
Break the lies with fearless rage.



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Fuel of Light

Spiritual essence —
To hell with all “necessance.”
Burn out each nerve, each chain, each scar —
And first in Light’s own world you are.



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Fuel of Light

Spirit is the only treasure —
Burn all “need” beyond all measure.
Scorch your nerves to ash and night —
And you’ll be first in realms of Light.



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Charms Are Cells

Charms are cages —
That’s their wages.
Fascinated,
You’re now caged in.



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Charms Are Cells

Charms — just cells.
You got spellbound —
Now you dwell
In chains unbound.



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Alienation as the Core on the Road to the Source

“Among men I hold no friendship dear,
I bowed before another reign.
I’d hang upon each cur’s thick neck right here
My finest tie without restraint.”
— Sergey Yesenin, 1922


Among mankind no bond sustains me —
Since childhood I sought Bedlam’s breach.
If I can reach the Source that claims me,
Then slavery’s pain was not for naught to teach.

The anguish peaks when faith has perished,
When hope is spat on, cast aside,
And half-beast creatures, long-demolished,
Still crawl in Darkness, dumb with pride.

Delusion reigns, blind ignorance thriving —
Without them souls collapse in fright.
Submission to the filth’s surviving;
“The wise” float “above the fight.”

But if excuses all are shattered,
And skinless in the storm you stand,
This pseudo-life no longer flatters —
You’ll see the Butchers rule the land.

The wind blows stench that numbs and poisons;
The gullible help forge the chains.
How crude, grotesque this world’s horizon —
The half-beast fails and fails again:

Learns nothing, drags through life mechanical,
More junk and food into its den.
Around — a Hell abyssal, tangible,
Whipped by Fear and Lies again.

The noise is endless — finding brothers
Is like a needle lost in hay.
The media breeds crippled others,
So change itself is locked away.

Step back from crowds — within you’ll find it,
If ceaselessly you seek the flame.
Throw out the heaps of fraud that blinded
Half-ram minds by fascism tamed.

But first, in Darkness, learn the hardest:
Ask questions no herd dares pursue.
Beyond the mob’s diseased bombardment —
Seek, ask, break through… the Source calls you.



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The Scaffold of Pseudo-Life

“Safety” will escort you neatly
To your death — believe them sweetly!
Trust the bastards and their “care,”
Built for idiots to bear.

First came self-inflicted terror —
Fascism disguised its error.
Then the plague-wave’s grim baptizing:
Pure satanic mechanizing.

Madness now breaks every measure —
Building camps with digital pleasure.
Red cross blazing on white banners,
Media war inspires the planners.

Politician-clown, obedient lackey —
Fools by Lies grow pale and shaky,
Lies prepared behind the scene.
Media screams: “Obey the machine!”

Plague-time clearly showed the story,
How the mob fell low and gory —
Bent by panic, chained by fright,
Waiting on the block each night

For decrees of false diseases,
New fake wars and slimy “cares.”
Media pours salt on lesions,
Calls it “love” for the despairing masses.

Happy slug — because the slaughter
Will not strike him fast with torture.
Like castration of the Spirit,
Mind decays before you hear it.

Everything for guts means “progress”!
Tighter grows the Beastly process.
Salt of Lies and Fear’s oppression —
Earth’s vast scaffold of suppression.

Everywhere scream “freedom,” “glory”!
Dissenters — monsters in the story.
If Awareness burns too small,
That means all is lost. All.



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The Tactic of Tiny Cuts

The tactic of tiny incisions
In laughably pitiful days:
The vile rise high through submission,
While dark-minded cattle decay.

They slice at Awareness in classrooms
With violence subtle and thin.
Then slowly they drown you in bloodstreams,
While media babbles of “freedom” within.

Rip through the nonsense of “justice,”
“Constitutions,” “laws” full of lies,
Those books that intoxicate fools and
Keep patches on rot in disguise.

They cut little by little the dreamers,
Then preach their compassion above —
Small bandages pasted on cancers,
And marketed sweetly as “love.”



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Corrupted Half-Art

“Talents” sold by rates and prices.
Lick the bosses — claim the prizes.
Masters grovel, sleek and swollen,
While a puppet holds the throne.



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Corrupted Half-Art

“Artists” stamped with market labels.
Bootlick kings at tyrants’ tables.
Bosses lounging, fat and smug —
Clone upon the throne: a thug.



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Self-Terrorism


“Enemies hide near!”
Now slam that Boeing — steer!
“Release Bin Laden fast!”
Deep State approved the blast!!!



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Self-Terrorism

“Enemies inside!”
Hit the Boeing — let it ride!
Bin Laden: “Attack!”
Deep State pulling every track!!!



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The Power of the Word “No”

The power of “No” —
Reject the grand deceit.
Awakening will grow.
That’s Evil’s true defeat.



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The Power of the Word “No”

The power of “No” —
That’s how delusions die.
Awakening will grow.
Strike Evil eye to eye.



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The Tautology of Nonsense

More and more
Nonsense we adore —
Call it “happiness,”
Though it’s madness to the core.



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The Tautology of Nonsense

Ever faster
Into nonsense after nonsense —
Call the madness “bliss,”
While Bedlam swallows all existence.



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Luxury Bathhouse


Luxury bathing
In this savage shithole’s staging —
“Russian world” in filth is drowned,
Face-first crashing to the ground.



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Luxury Bathhouse

Luxury sauna,
Mid this wasteland’s foul persona —
“Russian world” has hit the floor,
Rotting at its deepest core.



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Death

Around — only dull, devouring cattle,
Stinking slave-herds bought and sold;
A shame that drags mankind to ruin,
Pulling the human race down cold.

For one who thinks, no life is possible here,
Nor even a death with dignity’s grace.
What once was hard but still attainable
Now ends in humiliation’s embrace.

Yet there remains a way to shatter
The slaves — and the masters they obey.
That path is neither strange nor hidden;
Only it can burn the chains away.

That path is Fire we call upon ourselves,
To scorch our shame together in one blaze.
Thus honor, Earth, and pride are rescued —
Only this can guard them through the haze.