Where are critics, lost in lies,
Drowning deep in mad disguise?
Worshipping old Shakespeare’s name,
Driving Lear to endless shame?
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Rise up and think! The truth is twisted,
Not as the Beasts of Evil claim.
The world’s a mess—how unrealistic!
A test for those who bow in shame.
But don’t be one! Let spirit guide you,
And raise it to the highest tier.
Resist the dark, let courage drive you,
Or live a life of lies and fear.
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You look in a book and you see a fig
You read a book—yet find a fig,
For that’s the game, the oldest trick.
Not just years, but ages long,
Censorship has ruled what's wrong.
Darkness won’t let truth shine bright,
Blinding minds to kill the light.
So for ages, pen to drawer—
Freedom crushed by those in power.
Fear breeds self-censorship still,
Wounds the arts far worse than will.
And of all who bow and kneel,
Literature leads the zeal.
Thus, it feeds the beast’s demand,
Molded by a wicked hand.
Eat the fig—what’s left for you?
Just a fruit that’s rotten through.
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I'm leaving for Burkina Faso,
For here it's all just rot and hassle.
The filth has spread, the fools have won,
I’ve had enough—it's time to run.
I’d rather live with crocs and lions,
At least they’re true, without the lying.
But fools are worse, their swarms will smother,
And crush us all to praise another.
The beasts "care"—a twisted fable,
With poison shots at every table.
They stir up wars, they spread the lies,
Feed fear until all reason dies.
And so remains just rot and grime,
A mindless swamp, a wasted time.
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A tie’s the mark of slaves in chains,
Yet fools don’t see—it's all in gains.
Their "thoughts," desires, every goal—
All consumed by rot and dole.
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A chain on your neck—just a link cut short,
Yet still the same old slavish sort.
A symbol dressed to look refined,
But slaves stay slaves, just more designed.
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You're your own critic
No "literary scene" in sight,
So cast your doubts and serve what's true—
Let Honor be your guiding light,
Let Reason be the judge in you.
Your critic, prize, and voice—you own,
Your reader and your harshest foe.
In art alone is peace well known,
Please crowds, betray yourself—sink low.
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Asymptomatic sheep virus and another hippopotamus clap
Symptom-free, we’ll all get sick—
Swallow lies and learn the trick.
Dare not fight, just nod and stay,
Bleating in the pen each day.
Beasts will jab us, drown in fear,
Dumb the minds and souls we bear.
Poisoned news and terror spread,
Truth is lost, just fear instead.
From the pen into the camp,
Where the cross and flag are stamped—
Marks of "care" from soulless hands,
Crushing what was once the land.
Whips of darkness strike us fast,
Drink up now—who knows how long we last?
TV sludge will dull the mind,
"Ours are right," and so we’re blind.
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Forced and joyless—won’t achieve,
That’s how fools themselves deceive.
Twisting nature, they betray,
Losing all along the way.
Pain and joy must intertwine—
That’s what makes creation shine.
Fools bring filth and crude excess,
Talent weaves pure wondrousness.
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The Stinking Pit
Hey, Capone, just pour a shot!
As the Days of Filth run hot,
That brute’s kinder, I confess,
Than a traitor’s sly finesse.
CowID and warfare—what a sight!
But the gangsters kill a mite,
While corruption claims its due—
Cops and doctors slay us too.
Worse than bullets in the head
Is a soul that’s left for dead.
Fascists have a simple creed:
Make the world too dumb to read.
Find a mind? Good luck, my friend!
Rot and ruin—there’s no end.
Crushed by lies, we drown in spit:
Earth’s become a stinking pit.
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Tanks Don’t Fear the Mud
Tanks don’t fear the mud and rain,
Dream of mines at night in vain.
Brave tank crews, so bold and eager,
Hear the call—attack grows bigger.
Fueled by LIES, they charge ahead,
Till they join the countless dead.
Scrap will melt, while sheep obey,
And foul fascism stays to stay.
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Schrödinger’s People
Schrödinger’s cat just longs to see
Her fellow trapped in mystery.
Yes or no—she’s had enough,
This experiment is rough.
Pseudo-science runs the show,
Preaching nonsense, loud and proud.
Like a priest who claims to know,
Shoving madness in a shroud.
Cat’s in the box—so are we all,
Fools revealed by scum so small.
Death comes later, slow but sure,
Poison’s drip is never pure.
God will lift the lid one day,
See the trick—no truth, just play.
What’s inside? Hell’s burning glow,
For our Doom was man-made woe.
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Twerk Away—You’re Pure Perfection!
A million views—your dance is fire!
But poems? No one will admire.
The crowd just craves a mindless thrill,
While art is left to rot and chill.
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Label People
Labels race at breakneck speed,
Struggle? Sure—but they proceed.
Scum love contests, and their game
Wipes out sense and shifts the frame.
Hell or hardship? Who can tell?
Push ahead and ride through hell!
Trophies shine—no time to think,
Just line up, obey, don’t blink.
Planned is every next event,
Keeps the masses dull, content.
Winners rise, the crowd’s enthralled,
While the masters lurk in thrall.
Bread and circus—same old sight,
Mindless fools chase hollow light.
Eyes locked only on the goal,
Lost their thoughts, but kept their role.
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The Fashion of Fools
Trendy waves corrode and drain
Talent, wallet, taste, and brain.
Yet a fool will proudly claim
It’s a simple, harmless game.
Not just clothing—trends consume
Mind and spirit, warp and doom.
Echoed nonsense fills the air,
Idiots repeat—don’t care.
Trends and patterns are the same,
Fashion stamps out thought with shame.
Branded cattle walk in line,
Marked by fools who call it fine.
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Beware of Fools
There’s no reason—none at all—
To let a fool inside your wall.
Stay away from brainless swine—
They’ll just waste your precious time.
Mediocrity will drain,
Suck your strength and dull your brain.
Nurture brightness, sharp and free,
Or a fool is what you’ll be.
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Shameful Deeds
What once was shame is now the norm,
Corruption thrives in perfect form.
The mob’s been led to crave disgrace—
It’s bottomed out without a trace.
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Hollow Cravings
We crave too much—our souls wear thin,
Lost in passion, drowned in sin.
Chasing wants that have no weight,
Trapped in foolish schemes of fate.
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Persistent Vulgarity
Vulgarity will find a way,
It creeps through cracks—it’s here to stay.
Yet all its care, both sharp and small,
Is just itself and nothing more.
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Headlong to the Rift
Headstrong fool, heedless rush!
Doubt is cast aside!
Madmen cheer, they love the crush—
Frenzy is their guide.
Crave success? It's a dream,
All your hopes will rot.
Every effort feeds the scheme
Of those who raze the lot.
Duped again—what a joke!
Fiends will twist your fate.
Every impulse—rash and broke—
Drowns in lies and hate.
Greed and fear take the lead,
Drowning truth in mud.
All that’s left is filth and need,
Flesh and soul both flood.
Charge ahead—meet the fall,
Sink into the pit.
And beneath that lowest wall,
They’ll make you the nit.
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The Cure for Crisis
"No day without a line,"—a plea,
Though nerves may snap, just let it be.
No flattery for fools—stand tall,
Or sink into the worst of all.
No crisis comes if you stay true,
Face your own depths with honest view.
Thus, you shall keep your spirit bright,
And let the Lyre blaze with light.
This cure is bitter—hard to take,
But saves your soul from false and fake.
Its fire burns the waste away,
So creativity can stay.
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"Titanic" in Filth
Through fascist foul waters
The Titanic will drown.
Not ice slits its quarters—
But lies drag it down.
The best in all people—
That ship, torn apart.
No hope for a savior—
No "Chosen" to start.
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Soviet Nomenklatura
Culture and power—worlds apart,
So art is shackled, forced to fade.
No food for soul, no food for heart,
As thought is left to rot and jade.
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Personality: Hysteria
Reason’s lost, emotions flare,
Logic? None—it’s norm to err.
Cycles feed the wicked prize:
Rot prevails, and virtue dies.
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A Cat Won’t Wag
A cat won’t wag its tail around—
It holds it high with pride.
No barks or howls will shake the ground—
Just dignity inside.
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No Shelter Left
No more burrows—doom is near,
When the mind is dull and drear.
Burrows plenty—"science," lies,
Fake religions, greed in ties.
"Economics" built for slaves,
Rage and rudeness—empty waves.
Blind obedience, stubborn stance—
None will give a fighting chance.
In the end, there’s no defense—
Solar Doom will claim us hence.
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Breeding Idiots
A question—wrong.
The answer—dumb.
And all along—
Another numb.
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Rumors and Media
Like flies, the rumors swarm and stick,
Dumping filth on fools real quick,
Layered thick to cloud the mind,
Crushing thought in dirt confined.
And through the media they spread,
Each one dumber than the last.
No way out—just burn it dead,
Watch it rise again as fast.
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Wishful Lies
Desires and lies are tightly entwined—
"For fools, the best!" the fiends proclaim.
Yet all that they spawn is brutal and blind,
Just one more step in Hell’s own flame.
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The Ideology of Slaves
"You have also seen, being present in person, the Lord’s death on the Cross, which He humbly accepted..."
— Commentary on the Epistle of James.
To meet one's death without a fight,
Forgiving all—this is the creed.
Its goal is clear: to breed a wight
Who bears abuse and calls it need,
Submits to any tyrant’s will.
This slave-born faith—a wretched lie,
A trick for fools, a bitter pill,
A cage where truth is left to die.
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Born in Hell, You Do Not Live
Born in Hell—you rot, not thrive,
Mind and spirit left deprived.
Only raze this Hell to dust,
Or we all will turn to rust.
CowID showed the grand decay,
Greed and madness rule the day.
Yet if cash is all we crave,
Rotten things won't get to stay.
Now the Cataclysm is near,
Wiping out blind fascist fear,
Crushing down the world’s facade—
Built for minds forever flawed.
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Farewell, Fascism
Farewell, fascism—I have dwelled
With you since birth till old and gray.
Brief dreams of “joy” can’t overwhelm
The total madness of your sway.
Like fish adrift in boundless seas,
The dull crowd drifts toward the void,
Too blind to see the filth, the sleaze
That fascist "norms" have long destroyed.
Against all Nature stands this blight,
This rotten filth, depraved and vile.
But fate will set the balance right—
The truth will purge deceit and guile.
So few are worthy of this land,
So few deserve the right to stay.
They never join, they never stand—
Their fate is death. And so—away…
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Gloom
The ticking clock now speeds its chime—
Not outside, but deep inside.
The world is lost in fears and grime—
Seek the truth where souls reside.
The time is short—no pause, no stay,
So hurry, break the dark’s embrace.
Awake from gloom without delay,
Or let your soul dissolve in waste.
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"Connecting" "yeast"
"Rose from knees"—then fell in slime,
Yeast of chains will rise in time.
Once they spread it through the fields,
Now it's all the nation yields.
Brains replaced—just wait and see,
Fools grow strong like some disease.
To this filth, a sacred brew,
Yeast of chains will serve as fuel.
Reason here can’t stand its ground,
Like a lily sinking down,
Like a man in spotless white
Drowned in filth, bereft of light.
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The Tyrant’s Wrong
The tyrant’s wrong,
But all along,
The filth will always rise on top—
And crush all reason till it stops...
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Death to Thought!
She shakes her curves—a million views.
A fool won’t read, won’t even choose
To glance at verse—so here’s the doom:
Just ban it all—death to thought’s bloom!
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The Old Tale of CowID, Told Again
CowID at a race—how strange...
Did athletes never fall before?
At peak, the body's in a range
Where balance wavers at its core.
A "diagnosis" drawn with ease—
The fiends have hatched a grand deceit,
A "global clinic" built to please,
Where lies are branded as a treat.
Their rule repeats the same old fraud,
Decay and madness flood the land.
Corruption spreads, the times are odd—
Yet still, they tighten their command.
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Fools on the Road to Hell
These fools obey the “holy” laws,
Submit to lies, embrace the dark.
They call all barriers to cause
The guiding lights, the sacred marks.
Yet down that road, through filth and grime,
They march as Hell unfolds ahead.
They bless the stench and call it prime,
While fiends deceive their empty heads.
The greater lies, the more they cheer,
Cursing those who fall behind,
Shielding fragile hides from fear,
Lest a doubt may scorch their mind.
The final turn—a sign appears:
"CowID" is written bold and bright.
They'll name it "Heaven" without tears,
And mask Hell’s shame in holy light.
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Inflating Lies
They'll sell you “life that never ends”—
Just don’t complain—obey, be still.
Saint Peter, holding keys, will send
The final sum to match the bill.
Ignore the rules? Then off to Hell—
That’s justice, pure and straight, they claim.
Only sheep through slaughter’s spell
Can reach their Heaven, led by shame.
Yet souls are butchered all the same
When slaves endure without a spark,
When blind submission feeds the game—
Deceit, the priesthood’s ruling mark.
The priest, the goat in power’s guise—
They pour their falsehoods in your ears.
Dare to doubt? You won’t suffice—
The herd rejects what it fears.
Alone you'll stand, but through the night
A deeper truth will light your way.
If you are fearless, keen in sight,
Their hollow lies won’t make you sway.
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The Global Asylum
An asylum—it's not dreaming,
You've been trapped here since your birth.
Hope of reason? Faint and fleeting—
Cops and media prove its worth.
Schools will aid the mind’s corrosion,
Dumbed-down drones are their design.
"Faith," a servant of coercion,
Crushes every spark inside.
Madmen's howls—self-termination,
"Plague" and panic seal our fate.
CowID showed the grand foundation—
Genocide will close the gate...
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The Global Asylum
An asylum—learn to love it,
Or you’ll suffer, torn apart.
Seek the HIGHER? Doom’s above it—
"Allah’s wrath" will pierce your heart.
Madmen fill the city sectors,
Wards of folly, lost in haze.
Not compliant? Sick’s the vector—
Wars and "plagues" will set the phase.
Sanity is near-extinction,
Barely few can truly see.
Madness leads to self-destruction—
Culling all in apathy.
Streets lie silent, void of thunder,
No revolt, no rebel spark.
Obedient, the herd drifts under,
Falling meekly to the dark.
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"Liberation"
They break the chains—yet soon, another
Will rise to rule, to claim his throne.
And fools believe, time after time:
"Here comes the Light! We're free! It's done..."
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The Prison
A mind confined,
A fortress blind,
Where hollow lies
Consume the soul—
And all that’s left
Is rot and cold.
But hear your Heart—
It knows the road!
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Supreme Effort
The highest league—
No books will guide.
No one to follow—
Go to the edge, or die.
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Sword and Shield
A shield, a sword—defense in place
For genocide’s triumphant race.
None shall rest, none shall hide,
While monsters rule with wicked pride.
They've trapped the fools, the weak, the blind,
Who lost all honor, crushed their mind.
Stay away from twisted herds—
Obedient slaves to evil words.
Take no part in their grand scheme,
A world deranged—a madman’s dream.
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The Proud "Rise"
I rose up strong—no more to crawl!
Yet soon lay down, a change so strange...
Now kicking me is twice as easy—
With cheerful force, as if it's fate.
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The State’s "Care" for the Weak
Don’t reach for aid—don’t play their game,
Or you’ll be marching to your grave.
Beg for scraps—they’ll wave the flag,
Then cast the helpless to their fate.
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The "Consciousness" of the Mob
An amoeba’s mind—so hollow, so weak...
The next stage? Germs—they follow, they seek.
Their guides? The laws of fascist chains,
That lead to rot, decay, and shame.
But if you stand, refuse to kneel,
A traitor to their crooked deal—
Then to the soulless, blind, and numb,
You are the guilt they’re hiding from.
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The Death of Art
Art’s profaned—just hollow pleasure,
Not a path to Light or truth.
Drenched in filth, it warps the spirit,
Feeds the madness, fuels the noose.
Darkness drives the twisted vision,
Lost is art that dares to heal.
No more muses, no more answers,
Only echoes cold and still.
Few remain—unseen, unheard,
Crushed beneath a mindless herd.
Science rots, and art decays,
While the soulless world obeys.
Now all fades—no depth, no feeling,
Greed's dominion leaves no trace.
Sensitivity is dying…
Armageddon takes its place.
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A "Sip of Freedom"
A sip of freedom laced with poison,
Half-truths and half-measures blend,
Essence of lies, in every portion—
Drink up, young pioneer, till the end!
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