This and That

This and that — our all in all,
A false messiah will make the call.
No strength left here — it’s done, we’re through,
We lost it all in this and that too.



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Clarity of Thought

Clear thoughts, a style so sharp and bright —
Is it possible? Yes, all right.
If poetry has struck you deep,
Then in this word war, you’ll leap.

Measure each blow, sort out your themes,
Add some flair, create new dreams.
Want to? Then make some memes,
And smash the scum with verses' beams!



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Not Life...

Greed, betrayal, twisted thoughts,
Sticky fear that ties and knots:
Not life, but mockery we live,
Not a world — but dust to give.



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To Ferment?

Ferment it? Pour the brew —
Don’t drown your troubles, push on through.
Be bold, a bit more sly,
Throw tar in their sweet supply.



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No Red Lines

No "red lines" in this small world,
When in a fool’s grip, we're twirled.
Slavery’s etched from head to toe,
While the Beast enjoys the show.



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The Misfortune of the Rare Mind

Bank or jar? Do you honor
The stash and stuff it with the leftover?
A digital camp is being made —
They’ll shut the money faucet, delayed.

Where’s salvation? In the tribes —
But fools will never grasp the vibes.
No hope remains, none to come —
Such is the fate of the rare mind, undone...



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Variety of Lies

Add a twist to lies, and then
You can once again herd the men.
This old trick’s worn, but still not tough,
To craft some nonsense, long enough.



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Slowly, Steadily

With small steps, through every strife,
Bypassing all, you live your life,
But as a fool, you won't arrive
At the final point — cross or dive.

If you become a sluggish soul,
You’ll find yourself in death’s control...



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Steps to "Success"?

Steps to "success"? What a jest,
The world’s a twisted, skewed unrest!
Throw off your armor, drop your cards,
Go within, be Truth’s own guard.

"Success" through lies and falsehood’s game,
If all’s reversed, then take the claim:
The scum are kings, the gods have horns,
And beasts now rule the world, reborn.



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Nonsense

Nonsense won’t become less insane,
When most of them in it remain.
The harm grows greater, day by day,
When masses lead the foolish way.



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The Cuckoo

The cuckoo’s gone, it’s found a nest,
Now far away, it builds its rest.
Russia’s rise is hard to see —
As fascism turns all to debris.



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Fake Countries

"Countries"
Seem strange:
An idiot
In the majority — they call it "state."
They showed us the muzzle.
In idiocy, the world has crumbled.



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The Porridge

The porridge seems to have softened,
In the "pot," but now it's swollen,
Something’s grown. Such is the crowd —
In myths, they’re saints, or so they’re loud.



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The Worms

Worms eat the corpse inside the grave —
That’s "consciousness" in a mind so depraved.
If they are the majority here,
Then beasts will reign, with "none to fear".



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To Please Others

To please the crowd —
Respect yourself:
There’s a rift, no doubt,
It’ll be your death,

If before the masses
You bow your head —
Then you’re the hero
Of a fleeting thread.

But greater wins,
When you turn within,
You’ll find, beyond the crowd,
You’ll rise above the din.



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To the Creator

Foolish minds "up top,"
Give orders to the fool,
No doubts, no thought to stop.
Your art’s not needed,
If your thoughts don’t match the beast,
This has been true, from the very least.



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Mood Swings

Mood swings, they're just a trifle,
When your aims are pure and rightful,
Leading you toward the clean,
Work becomes light, calm, serene.



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The Soil of Hopes

The soil for hopes grows poorer,
Day by day, less to adore.
Scraps for judgments harsh and tight,
In "positivity," we rot from sight.



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Two Paths

Not to “joy” — to Truth alone
Keep your path, through storm and stone.
Let the darkness never cease —
You won’t die among the sheep.

For the herd are not quite men,
Few remain of those again.
They will judge and damn your name
If you dodge the Devil’s game.

If you guard your inner flame,
They will curse — but not defame.
You will pass Hell’s slavish crew
If your soul remains in view.

You’ll be lonely — strong in mind,
Even prophecy you’ll find
May arise within your chest,
Once you cast the crowd’s lies out,
Cleanse your thought from all that mess —
Foolish fears, enslaving doubt.

Then the path of slave and pawn
You will curse, and you’ll move on.
Saved by Light that lives within —
Let the Spirit’s law begin.



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"Doctors"

First, assess the patient’s purse —
Then decide what might be done.
Healing’s third — but far less worth
Than a profit nicely won.

Treat a bit — then overtreat,
Till the body's near collapse.
If the gain is small or fleet,
Toss them out — no second lapse.

Clerks in coats, not healers now,
Medicine’s a crimson trade.
Fools still trust them, anyhow,
Those who poison, well-paid.

And they do — CowID made clear
How they lie and twist and grin.
Not true doctors — worms, I fear,
In a swamp of corporate sin.

Lies and business. Not a trace
Left of care or human touch —
Only pain, in every place,
Sold for far, far, far too much.



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Barrage of Lies

A barrage of lies breaks through
Tender minds from early youth.
“Bread and circuses!” — the cue
Of a crowd that shuns the truth.

Swearing off the cell and cage,
Yet they live in one, in fact.
Thought is crushed in every age —
Bread is scarce, but filth intact.

Mountains of it, ever near —
Trash disguised as daily norm.
Truth is rare, and drowned in fear,
In deceit’s eternal storm.

Want to live? Then seek and fight,
Find your answers, trust your spark.
Let the Spirit be your light —
Swat all counsel like a lark.

Lies explode with greater might
Than the bombs and shells of war.
Trust them — you will lose your sight,
Rot inside, and be no more.



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Career Ladders of the Global Madhouse

They climb the ladders, dumb and proud —
A “career,” backed by some degree.
While wiser souls just waste aloud
Their strength on dreams — no place to be.

The Madhouse has no room for truth,
No space for honesty or fire.
One path remains — creative youth —
But it won’t sell. It won’t aspire.

The seats are filled with hacks and frauds,
Fanatics, fakes, and kings of kitsch.
They shovel nonsense into gods
Of “taste,” while critics blindly twitch.

True poets? Writers? Lost in tags,
Filtered out by search deceit.
The mad get fame — the rest, in bags,
Are tossed aside, beneath their feet.

A world where failure takes the crown,
Where talent’s smothered, drowned, ignored —
Where garbage rains forever down —
And filth is served as rich reward.



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The Basis

Wickedness — our firm foundation.
Lies and treachery — our flair.
Cheat, betray — no hesitation.
Truth? Just rot beneath the glare.

Others dream — we call them fools.
Easy prey, we take them down.
Only quarrel o’er the rules
When it's our share that's in frown.

Selfish motives drive us deep —
In them, all our power lies.
Bliss we taste when others weep,
Drunk on spoils and cunning eyes.

Soon the weak will meet their fate —
Like mad spiders, we compete.
We will shape a new-born state
Where the fist decides what’s meat.

Arguments? Just raise a brow —
Simplified, our world will be.
Brute response is all we allow
When our leader barks, “Obey me!”



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The Ballad of the Rotten World

"Through poisoned words and rotting creeds,
Man loses nature’s ancient breath.
It takes a mighty mind indeed
To smell the lies — and leap from death."
Alexander Herzen


In Bedlam’s womb, you took your breath,
Through choking smog of cursed deceit.
You learned to suckle lies and death,
While fairy tales made bile taste sweet.

The myths grew blacker with the years,
Like fungus blooming in the mind.
The Evil fed upon your fears,
And gnawed your soul with teeth of blind.

They called it "virtue" as they bled you,
While bellies led your every quest.
Your hollow days, the chains that wed you,
Bound body first, and then the rest.

Through rotting tongues, the news deceived,
Through poisoned air, traditions lied.
You smiled while rotting — self-believed,
A corpse that danced before it died.

And so the Darkness wove its brood —
Through sacred words, through flags unfurled.
Through rites of fools and rotten good,
It raised the armies of the world.



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Antibiotics & More

The cure brings more harm
Than the sickness itself.
They’re breeding alarm —
Degenerates by stealth.

Fear is the gear
That drives their machine…
Or drags us near
To the end unseen.

The press will praise
Whatever's vile —
Each trend it plays
Spells doom in style.

No path remains,
No way to flee —
The world is chained
By greed’s decree.

And most obey
With shaking knees —
“Medicine” today
Is war’s disease.

"AIDS" and CowID
Told the tale:
The worms believe —
The world’s gone pale.



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Mephistopheles Like Potatoes
— sprouting everywhere —
His ascent ensures disasters,
Fools now serve the devil’s lair.

Satanism’s in the system,
Plain for anyone to see —
It reveals itself in “-isms,”
Like Rashism’s sick decree.

Idiocy floods the nations —
Mephisto’s horde in full parade.
Satan plays a god’s creation,
Leads the herds, well-trained, betrayed.

CowID exposed the numbers —
Just how dumb the masses are.
And Rashism, born from embers,
Showed the world has sunk too far.

Yes, the soul feels sick and bitter
From this global mental ward.
Hardly any minds left fitter —
Thus we wait for End’s reward.

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Read, Dream, and Die

Just read brain-dead books all day,
Watch some ass shake on your screen —
Millions click that mindless way,
Mouths full, chewing loud and mean.

Swallow lies from beastly freaks,
TV preaching rot to swine.
Planet Earth begins to creak —
As they jab each drooling line

Of CowID — that cursed "disease"
(No one sane should speak the name).
Spirit crushed, and Reason flees —
While the masses rot in shame.

Earth is sick of every fool,
So she shakes and floods and burns.
If she doesn’t break the rule,
Soon in filth the world will churn.



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Tugging the Blanket for Oneself

The slaves are filled with endless strife —
Each pulling the rag towards their side.
Unity, from the start, has died,
And pride destroys those left in life.

It leads them slowly to delusion —
A fallen slave claims liberty,
While drowning in confusion,
Since childhood shaped their slavery.

Gradually, the world’s no longer
A concern, no fate to seek,
And the slave will justify, much stronger,
The collar that they dare to speak.

Excuses call for reason’s sway,
But “philosophers” just lead astray.
In misery, they find their end —
The failures only have one friend.



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City or Garden?

A garden, where the butts stick out,
Turnips for heads — buried in the dirt.
Scratch your feet, and, with a shout,
A sprout will pierce the earth.

Lies are spread, and they proclaim
A new breed’s grown in the field —
The peoples serve, in fear and shame,
Respecting CowID's sealed yield.

Marching off to war, they stand,
Veggies in neat array.
To shout out? That’s a distant plan —
The Führer hears the beast, they say.

The agents still, all in their line:
Foreign ones and such — it’s time
To build some statues, cold and fine,
Of asses with their helmets, prime.

In the media, filth will rise —
A lie so simple, just like piss.
They’ll grow it bigger in disguise —
Then harvest it with glee and bliss.



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The honey’s fake, but still they eat.
A century or two ago,
It used to taste of golden sweet —
Now worse is all we seem to know.

The Law of Shrinking takes its toll,
All things degrade, all things grow thin.
Even grains have lost their soul —
Less good stuff now lies within.

What once gave life is drained instead,
And no, it’s not some madman's tale —
These facts are clear. All life is led
To walk a slow, declining trail.

Add GMOs and poison sprays,
Add E-codes, filth you’d best forget —
It doesn’t just evolve this way:
They breed a brand-new man — “Meh.”

Then came CowID — what a feat!
The sheep all stood in perfect line.
Now reason's nearly in retreat —
The world’s gone mad... by "grand design".



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It’s not the madness of commands —
But zeal from blindly serving hands.

The overdrive of fools,
Ruled by twisted tools,
Stuns the sane and wise —
Hope fades from their eyes.

What struck me most in CowID?
Not the orders from the breed,
But the lies embraced with pride,
And the eagerness to ride.



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Steam

“Politeness is a tacit agreement to ignore and not highlight each other’s moral and intellectual poverty.”
— Arthur Schopenhauer


Curse loud, be rude, unleash your spite!
Cool down — then shout it out all night.
The world has sunk to Hell’s own floor —
Just filth and madness, nothing more.

Through war and CowID, minds decay.
The soulless beasts now rule the day.
No shame, grotesque, nor bitter jest
Can slay the monsters or their fest.

It won't undo this freak parade —
But steam must out, or you'll collapse.
So scream against the whole charade —
Be fierce, be bold — don’t hold it back!



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What Matters More — A Friend or Truth?

“Plato’s my friend, but truth I cherish more...”
In time, the fools — their masks, the tired décor —
These “friends” in form, but hollow at their core —
Disgusted me, though I had fought before.

With such as these — the “close,” the “dear,” the “known” —
You ask no more; the deeper truth has shown.
You smell the lie, no need to weigh or measure —
You turn within — where truth becomes your treasure.



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It’s Just in Your Nature!

"Habit is second nature."
— Aristotle


Habit? It’s the only kind.
No deeper nature will you find.
But culture—cheap, corrupt, and fake—
Calls lies and madness “nature’s sake.”

We're used to lies, the world’s insane,
Like fish who don’t perceive the rain.
What’s hell to us, to sheep feels fine —
They graze and never see the sign.

But you — you are a spark divine.
No cage of “nature” can confine
That light within. It’s not some flaw —
It’s crushed by those who fear its law.



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No Choice!!!

No choice at all — fate carves the track.
"Freedom?" A joke — the slave stays back.
School is the start — where minds are dulled.
Too late to save... just lies, retold.



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Farewell to Dawn

TOTAL INSANITY:
You won’t say “No!”,
Won’t walk the path alone and grow,
Won’t face the questions life will throw,
Or think it through,
See truth in you,
And draw your strength from deep inside —
But if you nod and drift with lies,
Then hope is gone.
Farewell, dear Dawn.



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Steam and Sear

Chronicle of days:
Idiots set ablaze —
Clinging to the lies
From hell in bright disguise.

Fake wars, fake disease...
Step aside with ease.
Leave the wretched crowd,
Wait without a sound

For the age to die —
Fleas beneath the sky.
Then comes cleansing light,
Then the magma’s bite.

Sun will steam the land,
Fire will make its stand.
Don’t complain or cry —
This world earned goodbye.



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Disease Prevention

A sick man needs a tender care —
A doctor's care? No, his despair!
Help nature heal, with simple ways,
No need for pills or doctor’s praise.

With this, two-thirds of ills are gone,
The rest? Run out — just keep on!
Leave the cage of sickness, free —
Run to health and liberty!

Make prevention your new fight,
For health, for strength, for future bright.
Repeat the run — you’ll soon be whole,
With wellness as your heart and goal.



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The Choice of the Oppressive Majority

Think or believe?
See or just dream?
Open your heart,
Or leave doors to scream?
The choice is clear: believe and eat,
Become a beast — accept defeat.
And care for nothing... ever more.



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History

A tale of nightmare,
Madness everywhere:
All think they’re free,
Yet fools they’ll always be.

A few have sense,
But even they dispense
A lot of foolish talk.
In the end, it’s all a walk...

To nowhere. All is lost.



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Lethargy

Drop, drop, drop —
Lies like rain,
Snore — from the grip
Of sleep, you’re slain.

Into the grave,
So long the wave,
Mind is gone —
Madness, the grave.



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The Work Is Done

The work is done —
I’ve had enough, I’m sick,
Of life so vile, so weak,
With Satan where the god should stick.



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The Nursery

To believe is not to think,
Obey the power, let it sink.
Hear the lies and quietly munch,
Breed in silence, in the crunch.

People, or a breeding ground,
Ruled by beasts without a sound?
Heirs to foolishness, they stand,
In a vile, deceptive land.

The average man —
Few others can.
The world, so used to chains,
Feels free, but still it pains.



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The Poet's Harsh Practice

A poet’s craft is tough indeed,
When not for crowds he plants his seed.
A fool he’ll be, his work dismissed —
While slaves consume the filth they’re kissed.

But in the world of fame and gold,
True gems are lost, their worth untold.
What helps? Just jokes, and sharp disguise,
Sarcasm in the face of lies.



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The Dimming of the Mind

The traces of dulling thought,
In this world so vile, distraught,
Are everywhere, they spread like grime,
A sign of this degenerate time.

Half the loss is just the mind,
But kindness too is left behind.
The artist now a freak to see —
For beauty's elite, a rarity.

For the crowd, it’s lies and fluff,
Food, drink, and stuff enough —
And they rot, "happy" in their state,
As long as money fills their plate.

Once, we had chains to bind us tight,
Now money rules with stronger might.
They've gone deaf, blind, and mute,
As history nears its final suit.

That end is near, though none can tell,
For stupidity won't break the spell.
They’ve sunk so low, there’s no more fall —
We’ve hit the bottom, lost it all.



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Heart and Atria

Has the heart and its chambers
Worn down to the core?
Increase your efforts,
Leave the madness once more.

With the task complete,
You’re valued by deeds.
Don’t rush — be discreet,
Balance is what it needs.

Can grief destroy the heart?
What then? It’s part of the flow.
Dilemmas won’t depart,
But let your wisdom grow.

Increase your intuition —
To balance out the fight.
Make rest a tradition,
For the heart, it's light.



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More "Knowledge" — Less Belief

More "knowledge" means less faith,
"Knowledge" turns to faith again.
Blindly trust the "pioneers,"
In the lies that science spins.

This filth begins to spread,
With "Inquisition" in its tread.
Know for yourself — such daring feat
In a world where lies repeat.

Only a few will stand apart,
And that’s why the world’s a broken art.
It won’t revive, it’s doomed, you see —
When beasts make laws, there’s no decree.



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Like the "Secret Services"

The cocaine lord —
A heavy price he’s scored.
But the "services" of fake states,
With drugs, they claim their noble fate.

Escobar’s gone, but "services" thrive,
They’ve taken it all, they’re still alive.
Murderers, worse than any thug,
"Services" — a label for the drug.

The beasts serve the ones who hide,
Madmen running wild inside.
They’ve watched the movies, seen the show —
Where heroes are the filth below.



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Ass Shaker — A Million Views

An ass-shaker — a million views,
A poet? None, that's old news.
A world of fools, that's how it’s told,
Where poets are as good as old.



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Almost Bookkeeping

The "balance" is closed,
The end — in the "passive" line,
The chance to live’s been lost,
To thrive — no longer mine.

The rest is trash,
A build-up of lies,
The saving of souls
From total demise.

The chance is gone,
"Assets" worth nothing now.
It's all decadence,
With reserves wiped out somehow.

Well then, bankrupt,
The world falls deep,
Humans like cattle —
End of life’s steep.



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