The Pot and the Perks
A poet’s pot,
A wise man’s box —
Supposed to help,
But spews the shocks.
Looks like you’ve drunk too deep,
Only Evil holds the keep...
If you live — you’ve lost the fight,
Decay will drag you into night.
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A Barrel of Sky and Spoon of Ego
A barrel of sky,
A spoon of ego —
What you get is nothing but woe.
To hell with lies,
To demons’ ease —
Only mindfulness can bring you peace!
Ego fouls
Without remorse,
Even Heaven —
Be wise, of course,
Or else you’ll be
A vile disgrace,
Till time runs out
And ends the race.
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Brave Souls or Scoundrels?
Once brave souls snap like sticks,
No patience, just sly tricks.
Their hearts are foul, no grace—
No goal, just ego’s race.
It happens all too fast,
When “I” defeats at last.
You fall down deep and blind,
If reason’s left behind.
But if you heed your mind—
Your soul and heart aligned—
You’ll dodge the wicked lies,
The madhouse in disguise.
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Bright Faith in Global Fascism
I believe, I truly do,
That fascism watches through.
I open doors with pride —
Only fools will run and hide.
I know I’ll be cared for well,
Surrounded by their spell.
Get lost, you idiots — beware!
Don’t believe? Then stay out there!
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Fools and Fleas
Being a fool’s not bad at all —
Even fleas can make you fall,
Lefties skilled to take their toll,
On that market, dark and full.
Plenty craftsmen crowd the place,
Clients lost without a trace.
Soulless many—beware, stay clear:
No spark of God? That’s rot, my dear.
To cheat all fools — become the chief...
They’re like fleas, in stench and grief.
Fascist filth that’s foul and mean,
A world that’s rotten, sick, and lean.
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Samsarababa
Samsara-baba —
Like a toad, not queen,
Too wrathful, self-absorbed,
No happy scene.
With her, no joy you’ll find,
Indulge her will —
Your Spirit’s killed.
She strives to bend,
To break your mind,
Reject that filth,
Darkness designed
To crush the soul through daily grind.
Forgotten Spirit means no love
Can bloom within the home above.
The end is woman’s spite and hell —
A family cursed, a living cell.
You’re just a pest within that pit,
Her sting’s no bee’s — it hardens it.
Dreams turn wild — the mind derails,
Spirit’s core and creative tales.
Without them, you become the thrall
Of darkness, family, and all.
Remember this not with your head,
But heart instead. Your song’s not dead,
Unless you dwell in couch-bound hell,
Where rot and wounds and madness dwell.
Leave the madhouse — let it rage!
It’s demon’s work, a cursed stage.
Evil triumphs all around,
Fatal truth in every sound.
Except the Spirit’s shining light,
The source of all creative might.
Others are just empty hearsay.
Ignite your soul, burn bright today!
Create — if mind’s not dull and blind.
Let passion guide your will and mind.
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Samsarababa
Samsara-baba, wrathful toad,
No queen of peace, but poison’s code.
Bend her will — you lose your soul,
Break the chains, regain control!
Darkness schemes through daily grind,
Kills the Spirit, blinds the mind.
Leave the hell, ignite your spark,
Shine your light into the dark!
Create with fire, break the lies,
Only Spirit never dies!
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Madness
Replacing madness
With madness — mind’s way,
If you honor
This realm every day.
The soul knows truth
Direct and clear,
Mind obeys it —
Then shadows appear.
You’ll glimpse the world’s core
By trying to see,
But forcing the mind
Just breeds insanity.
You’ll be conscious
If Spirit’s your king.
Madness tortures —
The fiend rules this thing.
Only intuition
Will lead your mind
To clarity’s light.
Secret tradition won’t lie.
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Super-Efforts
The impossible becomes the true,
The possible’s just worthless goo.
Ride the hardest, climb the steep,
And all your doubts will cease to creep.
Fears will fade, madness depart,
Ego shrinks, a broken part.
Super-tasks and super-strides —
The path where only few reside.
Impossible — the Spirit’s core,
The possible — a living war.
Shed the lies, the filth, the noise,
Or stay a worm among the toys.
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Super-Efforts
Impossible’s the Spirit’s way,
Possible’s just led astray.
Push beyond, defy the odds,
Or stay crushed beneath the gods.
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Freaks Without Freedom
Without freedom,
Only freaks are born.
Humans—shame, nature’s scorn.
All our ills, artificial seed,
Satan’s legacy, dark breed.
Inhuman fiends hold every throne,
“They’ll be last, the first are shown...”
Believe those beasts? You’re lost, condemned.
Don’t believe—fight to the end!
Though chances thin, the fools surround,
And everywhere, wild madness sounds.
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Freaks Without Freedom
No freedom spawns just freaks and shame,
Nature’s curse, a broken game.
Fiends rule dark with lies that bind —
Fight, don’t bow, or lose your mind!
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Freaks Without Freedom
No freedom breeds pure freaks and scum,
Nature’s shame, the devil’s drum.
Fiends hold power, lies their sword —
Fight or rot, you’ve lost the war.
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Freaks Without Freedom
No freedom spawns a twisted breed,
Filthy freaks, disease and greed.
Dark fiends rule with venomed lies,
Fight or rot — no compromise.
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Fear and Loosh
The cans are years expired,
The harvest rots away,
Your nerves are fried and tired —
But dare not disobey.
“It’s fine,” they say, “we're living
In Hell’s most perfect sphere!”
While skies grow dark and driven —
The ghouls are drawing near.
They feed on rising tension,
So terror takes its course:
Those loathsome things, no mention —
They suck the Loosh with force.
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They darken skies with terror’s brush —
To suck your fear. To drain your Loosh.
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The Wasteland
A desert made of stone and steel —
The city's soul is dead.
Its breathless heat, its reeking feel
Could suffocate the dread.
But tears won’t help — they fall in vain:
That cursed place won’t care.
Corruption, filth, deceit, and pain —
It’s not a town. It’s lair for swine. Beware.
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A city built on rot and lies —
No soul survives. Just filth and flies.
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Donkeys and Others...
"No matter how well you feed a donkey, he won’t become a stallion."
— Proverb of seasoned long-distance runners
Feed a donkey all day — he’s the same,
You can’t make the blind see the Light.
Most just live for the feed and the game,
For the booze and the lies they recite.
It’s their fate — dull and grim, full of trash,
And through them you’re under attack:
Yes, the slave is the weapon they flash —
The dumb beast they unleash on your back.
So seek only minds that are bright,
Walk with souls who have vision and flame.
If you bet on a fool in the fight —
Don’t expect any mercy or shame.
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Don’t preach to a beast with no spark —
He’ll trample your light in the dark.
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Ode to the Traitors' Mind
The traitors haven’t lost it —
It’s Hell’s approved routine.
So many souls have cost it,
Now slime runs cold and mean.
Fascistic muck keeps spreading
Across the brainless crowd.
The traitor’s sly — he’s dreading
No sin… he stocks betrayal proud.
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He trades his soul for filth and fame —
A traitor knows which truth to maim.
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To the Henchmen of Rashism
So many crawled to power, vile and cursed —
Ex-athletes, actors — tainted to the bone.
If you perform — perform, but at your worst
Don’t prop up lies with slogans of your own.
You joined the filth. And fascist contamination
Won’t wash away — your grandkids will despise.
There’s always choice. The peak of degradation
Is selling soul for cash and soothing lies.
But when the purge begins — no bribe will save you.
No statute shields from what the law will find.
And shame — your final label — will engrave you:
You sold your truth, your soul, your name — for slime.
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Sold soul for cash? Then brace for pain —
There’s no amnesty for the stain.
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A Fizzle...
"Brutal and senseless," they once cried —
But that’s no revolt — there’s nothing left.
The best were culled, the rest just died
In purges, lies, and moral theft.
Now rot and ruin fill the stage,
And only fascism strikes with force.
Yet laughable — their hate and rage
Resemble cargo cults, of course.
This cult will fall — a new one grows,
Still dumber, darker, more absurd.
Fascism always re-enslaves —
And "communism"? Just another turd.
All past revolts — a fart, a joke,
With halfwits reigning shore to shore.
The cult is fed by walking smoke —
A freak parade of mindless lore.
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They killed the best — the scum remain.
Now cults of madness rule the brain.
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"Upbringing" and "Education"
Attack the young — that's how they win:
The chains must grip before you grow.
Just poison minds with darkness, sin —
And crush the spark they used to show.
It’s called “upbringing” — a disguise
For programs crafted to destroy.
They nail young minds with sacred lies,
And bleed the soul of light and joy.
This is "education": death
By dull routine and blind control.
A pedant drains your final breath —
A fascist slave, without a soul.
They teach you Satan wears a crown,
That God is gone, and thought is sin.
They burn the gifted children down
To keep the dead machine within.
A system built on bondage, fear,
Where kids are forged to serve the lie —
With stubborn dullness, year by year,
They train bright minds to crawl and die.
They kill the soul — and call it school.
This world’s a void, a hellish tool.
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They teach you lies and call it grace —
To kill the mind, to blind the face.
The system's goal? Obey. Be dumb.
And serve the beast you should outrun.
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The New Zombo-Order
Madness grew strong, the "oaks" all bent —
Fascism snapped them like a twig.
They “woke up” — drained, broken, spent —
And shared one coffin, cold and big.
Then zombies charged with vamps beside them
To bring a new world order in —
To make the world a twisted latrine,
Where fascist filth could choke the spin.
They came to crush the mind’s last ember,
Its spark still stuck inside their throat.
For lies alone they now remember —
The kind that rot, the kind that gloat.
These hordes now knock on every door,
A nightmare gang in dead parade:
A vamp commands this hellish corps,
A drunken goblin — his brigade.
Die if you must — but don't turn zombie.
Reject their lies, their rotting creed.
Let truth explode like rebel bomb-be —
And grow the ranks of those who bleed... but lead.
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Don't join their cult. Don't bow or nod.
Be truth's wild flame — not fascist fraud.
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The Forces of Fascism
Drunks and fools, the traitor horde,
Snitches crawling back to form —
These are fascism’s new reward,
The spine of its reborn swarm.
And the sellouts, silent, tame,
Endorsing madness with a grin —
Their decay becomes the flame
That burns the world from deep within.
The mute, the meek, the ones who bleat
With hollow sounds and empty stare —
They make the tyrant's task complete
And think they're lucky. How they dare!
They’ll shear them first — then send to slaughter.
Justice? Yes — but grim and late.
The voiceless sheep, led to the water,
Drink their doom and call it fate.
You’ll become a goat, a beast,
Just keep eating, stay asleep.
This world’s ruled by vermin priests —
And to the Dark, your soul is cheap.
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You fed in silence, thought you'd win —
Now march with sheep — into the bin.
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Shrines for the Sheep
Their “shrines” for brain-dead cotton-heads —
A “teacher,” rigged election clown,
A pimp who lectures kids in dreads
While pissing fascist slogans down.
They pour out buckets full of sludge,
And call it “roots,” or “sacred ties.”
The end is filth — dumb thugs who trudge
Through life with hate and hollow eyes.
No need for “higher thought,” they say —
Just wave the flag and chant the myth.
They’ve trashed their land in every way —
What’s left? Collective mental drift.
So few with minds, so few with soul.
The Kremlin-swine, like lice, command —
A Supreme Tick who takes control
And sucks the blood of all the land.
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A tick on top, the rest — decay.
They suck, they grunt, they praise and bray.
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Cotton-Wool
Muffled voices, crushed and torn —
Cotton-wool backs Kremlin’s fiends.
A fake Führer, enemy born,
Bringing shame on Ukraine’s scenes.
Rude and brutal, uncultured spite,
Even the red flag’s stained and torn.
Bloody boys haunt dreams at night —
"Our cause is just — death to the scorn!"
That wretched girl, who lost her legs —
Bucha, Kharkiv’s hellish cries.
Is Satan God? The question begs —
Where mercy dies, the evil flies.
Cotton-wool crushed conscience, soul, and pride,
The flea-like Führer seeks revenge on mind.
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Cotton-wool fools crushed by lies,
Führer’s vengeance blinds their eyes.
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Fascism Is Always Right
"To always be right, to charge headlong, doubting nothing —
these are the great traits by which stupidity rules the world."
— William Thackeray, Vanity Fair, 1848
Fascism’s always right,
While you are wrong:
It storms ahead,
It pushes strong.
You’re just a freak,
If scared by evil’s stench,
With paws upraised —
Dumb, blind, and mute, a wretch.
Bribes are slick,
The world’s a stubborn mule,
Ruled by fascism’s whip —
A heavier rein, no fool.
Against the World’s Dark Force,
The thread of resistance thins.
No donkey can win —
Led by the supreme goat who grins.
No doubts allowed —
The goat is god.
A madness loud —
The world’s a prison squad.
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Fascism’s right — no doubt, no fight.
Donkeys bow to goat’s dark might.
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False Laws
This world is poor and small,
With fake laws ruling all.
Far from Kon’s pure light,
Here lies and darkness bite.
Forgery, lies, and grime,
Violence, forgotten time.
The world’s a horror show —
Where mind and soul decay slow.
The rotten soon will fall,
Discarded, swept from halls.
While fascism drives the rot
Out from its secret spots.
CowID and genocide,
Wars of another tide.
The Spirit almost slain —
A global madhouse reigns.
But only Spirit’s law,
By Kon’s own mighty hand,
Will cast the hellish thralls —
And bring true joy to land.
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False laws rule worlds in rot —
Spirit’s law will end the plot.
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Woodape Monkeys
Woodape monkeys work the store,
Churning nonsense more and more.
They prefer their mortgage chains,
And love the zombie screens — what pains!
That box of lies keeps pushing fear:
Woodape monkeys march in gear.
While the fake Führer barks command,
Driving their herds to meet their end.
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Woodape monkeys, dull and blind —
Led by lies, they fall in line.
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The Perfect Lie Detector
The perfect lie detector’s clear:
That box of zombies you hold dear.
Switch it on, the signal’s true —
It shows the lies dictators spew.
The selling propaganda beast,
Experts who justify the least.
And shameless fools who loudly cheer,
Pushing evil as good cheer.
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Turn on the box — the lies explode,
Dictators’ truth? A rotten load.
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Orcs and Beatings
The earth reeks heavy, soaked in death —
Orcs choke on fire, doomed to fall.
Driven by plague’s cold breath,
Tired of lies and endless thrall.
Those “peaceful times” that breed the orcs,
Turning humans into beasts.
They wage their wars — piles of corpses,
Peace returns — then beats and feasts.
They say it’s Samsara’s wheel...
What nonsense! Orcs dwell in Hell.
But one orc cares just for meat,
A vile brute in endless heat.
This is decay, relentless, vast,
Like oceans deep, it never fades.
So much filth it’s cast —
Here live dead souls without the raids.
The dumb CowID revealed —
A madness, lies for ears of dead.
The Spirit’s near destroyed and sealed,
Fear, stench, and stupidity spread.
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Orcs burn, the plague drives war —
Dead alive, forevermore.
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Nonsense
You’ve listened all your life to trash,
To slime of propaganda's lash,
A world coated thick with lies,
That tear your mind and spirit’s skies.
Truth here is hard to find, you see —
Too many servants there will be
Of fascism, a global plague,
Where genocide’s a sport so vague.
To keep the masses meek and dumb,
Stubborn fools who won’t succumb,
To orders from the Dark's domain,
Governments worse than Kremlin's stain.
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Fed lies their whole life long,
In darkness dumb, they play along.
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The Combat Forces... of Fools
All fools are TNT—
Megatons of dumb.
New fascist filth experiments
To see if they can numb:
Can fools alone destroy
The last of minds that think?
Old TNT makes noise,
But minds are on the brink.
So little wit remains,
Hybrid war’s the game —
A fool fueled by lies,
Worth little in the frame.
The plague has always counted
The worthless as its throng.
But fools aren’t just the minions —
They’re fascism’s backbone strong.
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Fools explode with empty hate —
Fascism’s core, the dumb dictate.
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