Лженаука как предмет новой веры, Pseudoscience as

Лженаука как предмет новой веры

Духовные Сферы
Затмили Химеры.
Вперёд, пионеры —
Рабы новой веры:
"Наука" как поп —
Для г`олово-жоп.



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Удаление моего аккаунта на очередном литературном сайте

"Нарушенье правил сайта" —
И похерена страница.
Мало места для Инсайта,
А свобода слова мнится.




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Запасы глупости: форт Нокс
Копилкой детской предстаёт.
Явь разъедает словно кокс
Покорный ТВАРЯМ идиот.



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Концентрация власти

"Существует пять компаний, которые контролируют 90% того, что мы читаем, видим и слышим".
;Тед Тёрнер.


Концентрация Влиянья:
СМРАДы держатся в руках
Жалкой кучки — на закланье
Ум летит на всех парах.



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Конь в пальто — то сивый мерин,
Что на кафедре ****ит;
Недоумок Чуши верит —
Обученье... Или Стыд?..




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Гадом будешь,
Коль забудешь
Назначение своё,
Пр`иняв Внешнее Гнильё
За нормальность, ё-моё...




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Поп бьёт в лоб Тошн`отой Мерзкой,
Лженаука как елей.
Если чуткий, умный, дерзкий,
Их быстрей гони взашей.



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Федорино горе —
Сопливое море.
Утонешь в МУРЕ:
Вот горе — во Зле.




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Горб верблюда словно прыщ
По сравнению с Дерьмом,
Что несёшь в себе. Но хлыщ
Хвалится своим умом.




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A Domestic Sketch

A cat. An apartment. Silence deep.
The World Below seems fast asleep.
But appearances deceive the eye —
The Abyss is lurking close nearby.

To flee into a hermit's den
Might seem inviting now and then,
But soon enough, you'd come to see
The world won't let your spirit free.

Its madness gnaws at every mind,
No matter how astute or kind.
The filth will find you, track you down —
Its stench is broadcast through the town.

On every screen, in every face,
The rot has spread through every place:
Fear, submission, lies galore —
The world's a cesspit to the core.

Yet there, before my eyes, a cat —
No bought-and-paid-for fool like that!
No servile soul, no crawling thing —
Just life itself, still free within.



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Become the Beast

You'll become a beast, no doubt,
If you let your purpose out,
If you take the world's decay
For the normal, everyday.

Lose your inner guiding flame,
And you'll never be the same.



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The Hump and the Fool

A camel's hump's a pimple small
Beside the filth you bear within.
Yet you parade your brains to all,
As though conceit were discipline.



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Filth and Stench

Total enslavement,
Blind degradation —
The so-called nation,
For beasts' damnation:
Just skins and meat,
A feast to eat.

CowID stripped bare
The masks they wear;
And war exposed
The depths of those
Who sank below —
The dregs, the low.

Three quarters fools?
More! That's the rule.
The lucid few
Are vanishing too.
A genocide
Through centuries wide!

Pure Spirit's light
Was crushed outright —
By Judas hands,
By treacherous plans.
And now the task
Is betrayal's mask:
Bots in command,
No minds to stand.

The filth prevails,
The whole world reeks.
A cesspit without end,
Where nothing pure survives.
But if you're not a corpse,
A zombie, numb and blind,
Then gather what remains
Of strength within your mind.

Go INWARD! Break
The lies they make,
The murk, the fright,
The world's foul blight —
That sewer of madness,
That kingdom of sadness.

They pump it through the screens,
Through propaganda's schemes.
Only beasts embrace
The Evil's stinking grace:
They swallow every lie,
Then lie, betray, comply.
They trample every soul —
And call that being whole!

The Soul must be saved —
That's all that matters now.
Make haste! The storm is near,
The final reckoning here:
A worldwide fascism,
A sewer-born despotism,
Will sweep the beasts away
And end their filthy play.

The bought-and-sold-faced crew
Will share that fate there too.
But Spirit may ascend
To worlds that have no end,
To something clean and new —
If even a spark breaks through,
If just a handful dare
To leave the cesspit's lair
And cease to call it home.

The homeless Soul must roam.
And though but few may find
The Source beyond the mind,
They'll know where beginnings lie:
A world reborn, beyond the lie.

The Source — a world anew.
The cycle closes through:
The cesspit, the Sea of Waste —
Nature will erase
This age of filth and fear,
And bring its end full near.
The final verdict, vast:
Fascism's reign is past.



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Fort Knox of Folly

The stocks of foolishness? Fort Knox
Looks like a child's piggy bank.
Reality eats through the rocks
While fools obey the beasts' command.



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The Concentration of Power

“There are five companies that control 90% of what we read, see and hear.”
— Ted Turner


A handful command the flow,
Decide what millions hear and know.
The media are in their hands —
And thought obeys their vile commands.

A few control the world's perception,
Manufacturing mass deception.
While minds are swept along the track,
And reason never travels back.



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The Horse in Overcoat

A grey old nag in scholar's dress,
At lectern spouts its learned mess.
The fool believes each word it tells —
Is this education, or a spell?



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Pseudoscience: The New Religion

The higher spheres
Have vanished in fears.
Chimeras arise,
And blind all the eyes.

Forward, pioneers!
New faith conquers fears.
"Science" is the creed,
A pop cult for the brain-dead breed!



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A Sunday Trip to the Movies

A Sunday dawn. The cinema calls —
A brief escape from life's dark walls.
Forgetting just a little while
The World Below, its filth and bile.

Forget the school, forget the grind,
The useless toil that keeps you blind.
They've told the fools since childhood days
That work will lift them to the heights.

The Higher Fool! All else is dust.
The world is mad — in madness trust!
For centuries, the Beast has reigned,
And minds in bondage have remained.

From madmen into cattle bred —
The latest trend, the living dead!
And CowID showed the world its face:
A muzzle fitted, herd in place.

So go to the movies, drown the shame,
Forget the fall, forget the blame.
Forget your wife, your children's cries,
Forget the stranger in their eyes.

If you can't wake up and break free,
Then how can they escape with thee?
In these dark times, oblivion
May help you wait for something more —
Some nameless hope, some distant shore.

Then Monday comes — the old routine:
Work till your nerves are torn and thin.
To earn enough to drink and eat,
And make the Darkness more complete.

A Sunday dawn. Again I go
To watch the screen and flee below.
But now I seek no sweet relief:
The World Below has crushed belief.

It broke the Mind, it bent the Soul —
With Lies and Fear and blind control.
No film can make the nightmare cease:
The world has swallowed every peace.



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Drive the Poison Out

Pop culture strikes with nausea vile,
Pseudoscience comes with honeyed guile.
If you're sharp, awake, and free,
Kick them out — let your mind breathe!



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The Sordid Tale of a Fake Life

A conscience clean —
A rare routine.
A sordid tale —
Lies never fail.

Fear and submission,
Excuses on cue.
Rot without limit —
The Soul's sacrifice, too.

They wash the mind
At school and on screens.
The fools fall in line:
"It's just how life seems!"

When nonsense is preached
For centuries on end,
And low aims are cherished,
Then fools will contend:

The wise are the fools,
The outcasts, the strange.
They crush them with trivia —
And cheer at the change!

Small lives, small pleasures —
Nine tenths rejoice.
But is that a life?
A funeral's noise!

Their claws grip tight,
Their hearts are stone.
The tools of success
Are soulless alone.

How dull this world,
What torment for the pure!
Go mad like the rest —
And you'll find your cure!

Betray and crawl,
And happiness comes —
A HELL in truth,
Not fate's cruel whims!

A stupid existence,
A life on its knees.
Let fury awaken!
Rise up! Break free!

Or they'll finish the job,
Crush Mind and Soul,
Then lie once again
To tighten control.

A GLOBAL CAMP
Of mockery and shame —
The final destination
Of the meek who tame
Their minds to Evil,
Accepting its rule:
A world-spanning prison
For the obedient fool.



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Direct Perception, or: Woe from False Knowledge, Not from Wisdom

Life passes by while you pursue
Theories that conceal the truth.
Years wasted chasing what is false —
A fruitless, self-deceptive quest.

But see directly, and behold:
A sea of insights will unfold
For those who spit on empty words
And trust what inward sight affords.

Falsehood reigns where science stands,
While medicine binds and breaks our hands.
The human sciences deceive —
Their empty quests make fools believe.

Our senses feed us painted lies,
A twisted world before our eyes.
But feeling truth beyond the veil —
Intuition, wisdom will prevail.

Wake up amid this endless mire
Of theories that extinguish fire!
Of pompous words and borrowed thought,
That sell you truths that can't be bought.

They dull the mind in every place,
With endless theories, line by line.
To keep the world within their chains,
They built these systems of deceit.

They drown the Pure, the Natural Mind
In oceans of distortion blind.
So woe comes not from wisdom's light,
But "knowledge" forged to kill our sight.

The slow-witted servant bows once more
To beasts who rule and guard the door.



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Banned from Yet Another Literary Site

"Violation of site regulations!" —
And gone are all my publications.
No room for Insight, it would seem,
While free speech lives in someone’s dream.



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Fedora's Woe

Fedora's sorrow —
A sea of tears to borrow.
You'll drown in filth and mire —
That's woe: to live in Evil's fire.








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