The Motherland hears,
The Motherland knows —
That people like mice
Lie, fail, impose.

That traitors rule fools,
Doctors punish with spite,
Darkness enslaves all,
Dulls every light.

It’s poisoned the whole,
Made all minds blind,
Souls killed in their chains —
Here’s where we find...



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“Director of Himself”...

Carve wooden blocks, make puppets,
Record the nonsense line —
Surround yourself with shadows,
Call them “close” and fine.

But those who stand beside you,
Hardly differ at all:
Strings pulled by wicked demons,
Satan’s grand hall.



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Idiots feast on endless lies —
Spewing madness, vile and stark.
Where’s the country? Just disguise:
Decay, the stench within the dark.



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Original Sin

Illusions forced upon us,
From childhood all made numb.
With lies they cloak the surface —
Free thought they’ve struck down, dumb.

Only in the rarest hearts
Burns a reason pure, untamed.
Lies like sarin poison starts —
This first sin bears the blame.



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Original Sin

They planted lies inside our minds,
From youth they crushed all sense.
With falsehoods twisted all the signs —
Killed thought, made dull, immense.

Only few still hold the flame —
Reason clear, untouched by lies.
But poison gas of falsehood’s claim
Is that first sin that never dies.



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Nonsense and Heresy

Nonsense, heresy — heresy, nonsense —
How to break through to the soul’s defense?
Nonsense serves to cloud the mind,
Drag it down, sink deep, confined.

An ocean of lies above you swells,
No barrier — deception dwells.
Followed by madness, wild and grim,
In nonsense’ grip, the lights grow dim.

Madness too is ocean vast —
Nonsense, madness — shadows cast.
The master knows how lies increase,
His sentence: kill with falsehood’s lease.

Lies will be the weapons made —
Nonsense harsher, sharp as blade,
To hold all lies of fiendish breed,
The devil’s spawn in darkest deed.



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Endorphin “Heaven”

Vitamins, endorphins —
Runner’s high, a kind of rush,
But hypersensitive, not a beast,
In feelings we’re given much.

It’s tricky — the “crash” returns,
The “withdrawal” after the thrill,
Yet grip of wild neuroses
Starts to weaken, fade, and still.

Those neuroses summon beasts —
If not a neurotic, then a fool.
The tyrants’ power only grows,
Draining strength from the sensitive pool.

But strength can be reclaimed —
Heal your nerves with running’s pace.
At first it’s hard — but once you’re warmed,
You’ll leap like an elk through space!

But don’t overdo — too far, too fast,
Body’s wisdom must engage.
Stay in bliss, embrace the flow —
Endorphin’s “heaven” lights the stage.



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The Reapers

Pathetic bastards,
Reapers of total lies,
Dumb as wooden blocks —
To Darkness they baptize.

Used to bowing down
To any fool’s command,
So here madness lingers —
Shame spreads across the land.

The cuckoo’s still crazier —
Madness grows inside,
More brazen is the falsehood,
A sickness none can hide.



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In this foul pit, lies will thrive,
Darkness feeds on fear alive.
Everything’s drowned deep in black—
One true way remains: BURN IT BACK!



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In this cesspit, lies run wild,
Fear and darkness choke the child.
All is lost, the world’s ablaze—
Only one way: BURN THE HAZE!



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This "world" is nothing — pure disgrace,
Beasts rule tight with fear’s embrace:
Lies, pressure, stench from media’s pit,
Where morals rot and fires spit.

In this state of bestial grime,
We drag the world to waste and time,
And so the ugliness extends,
A reign of filth that never ends.

More filth, more hate, a ceaseless blight —
A hellish void, no end in sight.
This kingdom’s nothing, dark and cold —
A soulless pit where lies take hold.



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Pitiful minds,
Under lies' harsh crush,
Poisoned books,
Mirages rush.

Those mirages shove—
World’s brazen stink,
More fools each day,
More slaves to drink.

Few are beasts —
Spirits barely count,
It’s vile and sick —
Burn the madhouse out!



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The Party of Condoms —
Everywhere, all the time.
Fools parade in their columns,
Spreading heresy’s crime.

Often one big cash pot,
Though platforms clash and fight.
The masses blindly believe —
’Cause most are fools outright.



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Pathetic roads, a foolish plan,
Keep moving—just a little more.
The final stop for any man—
Is Hell itself, its fiery door.



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Both are one — a sick fusion.
The whole world reeks of contamination —
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Original Sin

They fed us illusions, trapped in lies,
Since childhood blinded, dulled our eyes.
All thoughts of freedom cast aside—
That pure free mind was killed inside.

Yet in the few a spark still gleams—
A mind unchained, untouched by schemes.
But lies like sarin spread their breath—
This only sin, the primal death.



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The Lie of the Global Zoo

A zoo’s a balm to dead men’s ears —
A “blessed news” that numbs our fears.
Neither cold nor burning heat,
Yet violence and vengeful cheat.

Catastrophes, terror's reign —
All the stench must feed the pain.
For the world’s fascist regime,
Fear’s the crown, the final gleam.

They’ll amplify, then sum it all—
Reason, Spirit, Honor fall.
What remains, they’ll crush and smite,
Beasts’ weapon forged in night.



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Sheep and Fools, Just Sheep and Fools

Sheep and fools, pure fools and sheep—
Where are humans? Where’s the mind?
But all around is lies so deep,
Rot spreads out, no hope to find.

Seems like humans lie in graves,
Buried ‘neath this world’s decay.



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Life’s Affair — A Worm at Wake

Life’s affair — a worm at wake,
A funeral for Mind’s last breath.
Come on, Sun, bright flare and break,
Bring death down to all filth and death!



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The hollow weight of this pathetic earth —
It rots within, a joke devoid of worth.
A "two-in-one": free cheese and pitch-black lies,
With maggots squirming where the truth once dies.

It’s full of holes — collapse is drawing near,
Deserved decay, corruption crystal-clear.
Not just poor taste — it's worse than one could dream:
This CONSUMER shames the cosmic scheme.



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Flowers of Evil

"The city's coming, surely.
The garden soon will bloom..."
But when the scum rule poorly,
You harvest steel and doom.

The scum have built before us —
The Soviets made their bed.
Now new betrayers swarm us,
Like Judas, born and bred.

They’ll plant their seeds and gather
A camp — for human clay.
But now they lie and slather
Without a hint of shame.

With CowID came the slaughters,
Then war — their great delight.
To sink us in black waters
Takes lies, not even might.

And at the sunken station,
They’ll raise their camp once more —
Red cross of degradation,
And dumbness by the score.



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Corruption as Core

Corruption crowned as greatness —
That’s what this world adores.
While mind and truth and straightness
Are crimes it now abhors!



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Corruption reigns —
And courage chains.



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The "Yum-Yum" Herd

The "Yum-Yum" herd is easy to erase —
Just dress a Goat in fleece and twist the phrase.
He screams out "Wolves!" while grinning through the lie,
As bloated beasts keep feeding till they die.

Their “minds” are wrecked — it’s fear and fake control.
With lies and dread, you dominate the whole.
Goats proved it well with fake CowID crusades —
This world now chokes in shame the cosmos hates.



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Lies

Degenerates, decay, disgrace —
Behold the "new world" in your face.
Lies are money, bold and bare —
Truth can’t even breathe the air.

Lies now rule the power game,
Lies alone will bring you fame.
Lie a lot — you’ll rise, you’ll thrive.
Tell the truth? You won't survive.

If you don’t lie — down you go.
This world’s a sewage pit below:
The bigger the turd, the higher the seat —
The filth floats up. That's their elite.

The pressure builds — pure lies, pure stench,
A nonstop stream from every trench.
Not a day without that spray —
It grows. It floods. No plug, no way.

With no more clogs, the filth now flows
Above our heads, it overthrows.
Now EVERYONE has hit the floor —
And this rock bottom? There’s no more.



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The Worship of Mammon

Forget all nature, truth, or sense —
Mammon now earns reverence.
Refuse to cheat, refuse to steal?
The beasts will call you weak — not real.

The scum all bow to Mammon's name,
Their god of greed, their holy flame.
What rules the world? Just cash and lies —
In megatons, beneath gold skies.

No truth remains — just fraud and fog:
Behold the Throne of Lies — their goddamn log.



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Stupidity and Sloth

Sloth and dumbness.
Dumb and slack.
And again! Again!! Attack!!!
All it breeds is rot and shame —
A world disgraced, a crawling flame.



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Sloth! Stupidity! Encore!
That’s the rot they all adore.



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Stupidity’s Old Game

Dumbing down is nothing new —
Idiots made, that’s all they do!
Once the pen, now cameras choke,
Spewing filth with every stroke.

For the masses, "info" lies,
"Education" — foul disguise.
Only few still guard their mind,
While the herd goes dumb and blind.



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More Insight

More insight, less “thought” —
Other minds’ nonsense caught
Feeds decay — rot’s embrace,
This world’s logic’s fallen face.

Logic reigns — the world’s in dust,
Scum sow lies and fear and lust.
They preach their rule, they cast their spell,
While media breaks the mind to hell.

But heart is insight’s spark,
Mind’s decay is cold and dark.
Heart and mind in strict command —
That’s salvation’s final stand.



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Doubt Means Enemy

Who doubts is always labeled foe —
That’s how all lousy “-isms” grow.
Built on lies, a twisted scheme,
Communism’s no rare extreme.

Each “-ism” hides a fascist core,
Murder’s second layer, more and more.
At base it’s pure idiocy —
Human scum, a travesty.

It’s all around, the bottom line,
And soon we’ll burn this cursed spine.
But not by “-ism” shall it end —
Some other fate will break and mend.



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The Earth’s Disgrace

Man who babbles,
Wildly patient,
Is he truly wise?
Among the evil,
Dull and complacent...
He’s the Earth’s disgrace — no lies!



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The Weight of False Knowledge

The weight of learned lies drags down,
Or pulls you to a sinking ground.
But once you ditch that nonsense whole,
You’ll find relief for body, soul.

That rubbish haunts — a second pit,
Where sharpness dies, where senses quit.
By day and night it weighs you down,
A plague of “sciences” that drown.

These ticks have latched, they cling and suck,
So cleanse yourself — get free, get struck
By truth instead — break off those chains,
And leave behind their pointless pains.



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The Zoo

From birth you get your "gifts" in heaps,
All useless, like dead men’s keeps.
Consciousness lost, a vacant shell —
For many, fools who sink and dwell.

The mass is dumb, the schizoid’s might,
A fascist stronghold, ruling blight.
They pour their filth with force extreme,
A torrent drowning every dream.

This pressure sweeps the soul away,
A sentence passed we bear today.
From birth you got these "gifts" galore —
Throw them out! They’re zoo fodder, poor.



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The Global Pleasure Grinder

They grind their taste buds day and night —
The “elite” in sellout’s spite.
Hours spent in fancy halls,
Is this elite, or just their thralls?

The world’s drowned deep in murky slime,
That rotten realm drags us in time.
Honest, brave — a rarity,
But Grinding Pleasure’s law we see.



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Dumb Boxer in a False Fury

In welterweight, a dumb brute fights —
“Average” heights provoke his sights.
His vision’s clouded, lost in haze,
From many blows that blur his gaze.

The ring’s soaked deep in raging lies,
You didn’t walk — you fought for prize.
Evil set the trap in youth,
Hooked you in with stolen truth.

Run off the ring before they strike,
An uppercut, a swinging pike.
Lies punch hard, they never quit —
Total falsehood’s brutal hit.



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Average Temperature in the Asylum

The fever’s rising through the ward —
From here comes pain you can’t afford.
A nightmare haunts us all in sleep,
But waking’s hell — too dark, too deep.

Is this a mental ward? It snores,
Farts stink, it breathes foul stench outdoors.
A madhouse? No — it’s no delusion,
Call it what’s true: a place of Ruin.



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Tedious,
Nasty, vile.
Is it hard?
No — just hostile.
Dull and poor,
Sickening, sore.
How wretched all,
So base, so small...
No god here?
Is He dead?
Or never near?
Or mad instead?
Evil reigns —
The final thread.



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Europe

Is it rotting, burning bright,
Scorched beneath the furious light?
Few can grasp the whole truth clear —
Dulling minds grow year by year.

Once, kids painted suns in red,
Yellow rays above their head.
Now the sun’s a pale white ghost —
Last days come for all the lost.

And the dead here crowd the skies,
Chaos calls — to dust, all flies.
Those alive, with souls not mice,
Soon will stand before the vice.

After death, a rising flame —
New world where the Spirit claims.
Before the end, resist they must —
This alone remains in trust.



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Ambitions, "Honor"

Ambitions, “honor,”
Desires, striving,
Positions, pride—
Claims colliding.

Around, there’s empty space—
Hands drop down low.
But not just giving place—
They break from boredom’s blow.

There’s only one way through,
One feat to own:
Deceive your fate,
Keep moving on.



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Analyzing Your Failures

To analyze your fails is key—
Only then can flight begin.
In this bleak, corrupt debris,
Fools repeat the same old sin.

They step again on traps well-known,
So sort your own, and others’ too.
Or else your sharpness turns to stone—
Without it, madness breaks through.

The mind becomes a plague instead,
Deceived on every side and bent,
Fear drives beasts to wars they dread,
Dumb sheep to slaughter, blindly sent.



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Maximum Intensity

The plague of this wretched world
Will kill — no chance, always so:
Your consciousness raw and uncurled,
Intensity almost too low.

Intensity plus reason’s strain,
Years long, all else just a haze —
The only way to break the chain:
Beneath the crust, the horror stays.

Only few can bear this weight;
Chance is fickle, many fall—
Like seabirds lost to oil’s fate,
Trapped within the toxic sprawl.

The plague of this broken sphere
Spreads like oil across the ground.
Free cheese from oil they engineer—
We’re taught to suffer, chained and bound.

Evil trains us from the start,
Calling it good as it grows.
Intensity’s the sole true art
To keep us from becoming those.



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Another Road to Another "Bright Future"

Another road
To "future"—so hollow!
Got a headache?
A quick escape to follow!

The herd, they’ll bait —
That’s how they control.
A fool like a mule,
With blinders on patrol.

A veil across the eyes,
A carrot just ahead.
The future’s a lie —
New blinders instead.



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Bullshit

Annoying filth of a mad, insane world —
“Shield yourself,” or in shit you’ll drown and twirl.
Your mind may be lonely, cold, and bare,
But in that crap you’re a louse or parasite rare.



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Crapworld

Shield — or drown in filth and lies.
Stay sane — or be the bugs they prize.



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The Murder of Mind

"Much learning does not teach understanding."
— Heraclitus


It doesn’t teach — it kills instead,
Chokes reason’s roots inside your head.
They cram your memory by force
To breed a slave’s insane discourse.

The overload, combined with lies
(Where evil's "knowledge" always hides),
Will blur what’s simple, clear, and true —
Then fear will break the rest of you.



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Herd Instinct

The arrogance of fools so bold,
Unbridled greed you cannot quell,
With blind faith and hearts grown cold,
And cowardice — the herd’s own hell.



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The Proper Little World

(Based on Bertrand Russell's quote: “To live right means hypocrisy; to think right — stupidity.”)


"Proper" means obeying
Rules that rot the mind —
Templates for betraying
Truth you've left behind.

"Motherland" compels you,
Masked in noble cause,
To suppress what's real in you
By its savage laws.

Soulless, dull compliance,
Dream, consume, obey —
Bow to those in triumph
Wallowing in decay.

Each year grows more twisted,
Lies more bold and loud.
That world — rule-enlisted —
Will die without a shroud.



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How Long Will We Moo “How Long!”
(While swallowing filth with a grin…)

How long will we moo out “How long!”
Yet swallow this vile little game?
In this pathetic life-singalong,
Only Death will untangle the shame.

She’ll draw the last line, mark the coward,
The soul that stayed true — and the fraud.
The end’s not far off: life’s devoured
By madness… The flames now applaud.

For the Sun — growing wilder, more searing —
Will burn what was bright to the bone.
Just look out the window: it’s clearing…
By morning, you’ll see what’s been shown.



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How long, you cattle, will you moo —
Yet lick the boots that trample you?



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