Непрерывный поток шкурности, The Endless Stream of

Чё ты так уверен?
Тупости, знать, верен.
Дурость — постоянство,
Чёткость и... засранство...



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Фантасмагория снега и дерьма

Метёт метель.
Пал снег на ель.
Бегу отсель,
Но сел на мель.
Кому зима,
А мне дерьма
Сплошь океан,
Субъект — баран,
В обмане дан
Мирок — нет стран.
Мель, вонь. Где ж кран?



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Хорошая память мышленью помеха.
Заметил то в школе. И Ницше сказал.
И дрочат юнцов обещаньем успеха:
Уйдёт в ерундиты — мыслитель пропал.




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"Стабильная работа"

Истина, свобода,
Свет — не для урода.
Рабство, Ложь и Страх,
Мир — безумный прах —
Надо идиоту:
"Прочную работу".




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Ход конём — мирок нагнём
Лже-болезнью, а потом
Войны всюду разожжём.
Править так легко СКОТОМ!




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Непрерывный поток шкурности

"Чаще счёт — крепче дружба".
Пословица.


Крепче дружба, чаще счёт
Если. В шкурности пройдёт
ЖизДня вся, в конце найдёт
Только хлам убогий сброд.



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The Endless Stream of Greed

"The more you count, the stronger friendship grows."
— Proverb


The more you count, the more you bond,
If greed is what your life is built upon.
Through all your days, this creed will flow —
And leave you with the dregs below.



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The Countdown

Tick-tock. Tick-tack.
A mountain of lies,
Of cheap amusements —
Enough of this crap!

Tick-tock. Tick-tack.
The chaos runs wild,
Down into the pit —
A new Hell compiled.

The traitor, for sale,
Will follow the trail:
His bribes run dry —
And all shall go awry!



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Fire and the Stench of This World

"Cunning is the way of thinking of very limited people, and differs greatly from intelligence, which it outwardly resembles."
— Immanuel Kant


Cunning is stupidity dressed in guile;
The latter's lifeline, its last refuge vile.
Consensus madness helps to seal the fate —
A common plague that few escape or hate.

A handful flee its grip, its suffocating reign,
And turn to art, where dreams of triumph reign:
Of Spirit, Honor — rising pure and free,
Beyond the rot of mass conformity.

The dreams dissolve. Abomination thrives.
Yet some refuse to bow, preserve their lives
Of lucid Mind, of daring, fierce desire,
To guard within themselves the sacred Fire.

And what is Fire? Let this be understood:
The Mind beneath the Spirit, clear and good.
The Master will not yield, nor bend, nor tire,
He scorns the stench and keeps alive the Fire.

Refuse to yield — awaken from your sleep!
The Spirit's realms are yours to seek and keep.
Through darkness lies the path you must pursue.
Awake! The time is now. The choice is you.

A cataclysm shall sweep away
This mad, enslaving Hell one final day.
And if your Reason still can see the light,
The Spirit's realms shall welcome you from night.



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Post-Proletarian Union

Rams of the world, unite as one!
Into the Sheepfold, march along!
Go seek your happiness again —
Embrace the wars, the fraud, the plague!

A muzzle on a ram — how sweet!
A helmet makes him twice as neat!
Farewell, you fools of yesterday —
The Ram-and-Bitch New World holds sway!

The ram's a servant, meek and tame,
While filth in power controls the game.
Through media, they command the pen,
And herd the flock like cattlemen.

No poison needed, guns or bombs —
A sheep in lies will do the job.
He'll slaughter those he calls his kin
More ruthlessly than war can win.

No Bucha, Mariupol required —
The flock itself will do what's wired.
A Global Pen, all digitized,
Will rise on lies, sheep-organized.

But neither sheep nor bastards fell...
Who got ensnared? The ones who knew too well?



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"A Steady Job"

Truth and freedom, inner light —
Not for fools who fear the fight.
Slavery, lies, and fear's the way
For those who'd rather rot than stray.

A madman's world, a fool's abode —
Just give him a job that's safe and solid!



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Why So Damn Certain?

Why so sure of what you say?
Stupidity has won the day!
Foolishness — your lifelong creed,
Sharp conviction, rotten deed!



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The Sergeant-Ram

A brainless ram in sergeant's guise,
Or staff-grade fool, believes the lies.
He marches where the orders point,
To forge a threat at every joint.

The shores are drowned in lies and fear,
He's soaked in them since childhood's year.
And once again the winds will blow,
Sometimes a storm, to make him go.

They preach: "Defend! The wolves are near!
Attack the foe! Protect what's dear!"
The wolves stay fat, the sheep stay fed —
And "Truth" is crowned when victory's dead.

"Forward, brave hero! Lead the way!
The enemy awaits your prey!
You'll never die, you'll never fall —
The liars promise one and all."

But figures buried out of sight
Still tell the truth beneath the blight:
In tanks, in bunkers, ranks on foot —
A sea of corpses, blood and soot.



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A Phantasmagoria of Snow and Shit

The blizzard howls,
The snowflake scowls,
The fir trees bend —
I flee, but end
Stranded on shoals.

For some, it's snow,
For me, the flow
Of shit immense —
A foul expanse!
The ram commands,
The lie expands.

A world of fraud,
No country, God —
Just stench and slime!
Where's the drain this time?



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A Knight's Move — Bend the World!

First a plague to twist the game,
Then ignite the wars aflame.
Every land will burn and groan —
How easy to rule the herd of drones!



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A Good Memory Hinders Thought

A good memory can cloud the mind —
I learned that truth in school, I find.
And Nietzsche, too, had seen the trick:
They promise youth success — and quick!

But feed them facts till thought is dead,
And stuff their brains with borrowed bread.
A thinker lost in trivia's sea —
A walking storehouse, never free.



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The Black Mark

Strike but rarely —
Strike them squarely.
Aim much better —
Grab it, baby!







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