Scare. Obey. The lie’s in bloom —
And clever minds go straight to doom.
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Tight Set of Clowns, or The U.S. Two-Party System
Two grand parties, same old scam —
A clown parade since time began.
The lineup’s tight — a fool’s delight
Who finds such limits pure and right.
A circus show, the ballot game —
They “play” at freedom, what a shame.
Few clowns? No worry — here’s the twist:
They’re nearly clones, you get the gist.
It’s fake, and staged, and everywhere —
But Europe's got a wilder flair:
More masks, more crap — still slaves, still chained,
Still kneeling low, still soul-restrained.
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Vote your clown, pretend it’s free —
Still on your knees. Democracy.
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Tight Set of Clowns, or The U.S. Two-Party System (Dystopian Version)
Two parties — but they’re one at heart,
A clownish dance to tear apart.
A system built to mock your mind,
Where freedom's just a cage, confined.
A rigged charade, a poisoned choice —
The fools who “lead” with hollow voice.
Not just a clown — but mindless drones,
Their faces blank, like broken bones.
Imitation, lies, and chains,
Where Europe’s madness still remains.
The world’s enslaved, its future dim,
Forever chained — no chance to swim.
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Clowns on stage, but chains remain —
A world enslaved, a mind in pain.
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Dystopia of Decay
Once bright minds are crushed to dust,
Beneath the weight of endless rust.
The truth decays, the lies remain,
A sterile world, where hearts are slain.
The rulers wear a mask of might,
But in their eyes, there's only night.
The people crawl, devoid of sound,
Their spirits broken, bound and drowned.
The streets are lined with hollow screams,
Where hope is sold in shattered dreams.
No voices left, no thoughts to lead —
Just empty souls, devoid of need.
The air is thick with choking lies,
A rotting truth beneath the skies.
Doomed to repeat the same old dance,
In chains, forever — lost by chance.
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Lost in lies, no light remains —
A world decayed, in endless chains.
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Degradometer
The speed of decay,
Now measured in time.
The world’s in dismay,
Occupied by grime.
It’s easy to fool,
To dumb down and maim,
But lying’s the tool
To extinguish the flame.
There’s plenty of ways
To rot all you see,
Propaganda’s blaze
Twists minds endlessly.
Start with the children,
The soul’s where it starts,
Then every decision
Tears truth apart.
In the degradometer,
The lowest is found,
A millimeter closer,
And you're doomed to the ground.
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Decay's on the rise,
Truth's lost in their lies.
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Reading Material
Agent Zero-Seven, Fool Zero-Eight,
Their bond is strong, yet no leads wait.
When children ask the Fool for truth,
They’ll get pure nonsense, lies forsooth.
For degradation, efforts must
Be spent on vile and poisoned dust.
What’s left but ignorance? Weakness —
Its value grows in endless madness.
War is cruel — it’s soul’s destruction,
The mind’s the target in the function.
Decay is here, it spreads and spreads,
Through clips and clicks and empty heads.
And then, some reading, just a bit —
The Fool responds, so sure of it.
He thinks he lives a life so grand,
With death, of course, far from his hand.
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In books of lies, they rot the mind —
Death’s distant still, but blind they find.
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Degradation
Degradation is the only law,
The one that rules us, cold and raw.
Spirit and honor — all are slain,
The mind cast out, the soul in chains.
Braindead fools across the land,
They crush you with a heavy hand,
Wasting your nerves, draining your might,
Bending you to serve their blight.
Here, the wise cannot survive —
Fascism completes its final drive.
All that’s left is to decay,
With muzzles tight and needles’ sway.
But nature sets the limits still,
Its law defines the bitter spill.
It breeds corruption, poisons all,
And expels the filth from every wall.
It all will start again, but then —
Without us, lost in death's own pen,
Unless we break fascism’s claw,
Before the Spirit fades and falls.
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Decay will rise, the wise will fall —
Fascism’s grip destroys us all.
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Intuition
In the sea of illusions, vast,
Intuition’s the saving mast.
For lost in confusion and strife,
You’ll drift like a fool through your life —
Until you turn on your inner guide,
It’s always been there, by your side.
But the social norms, so strong and cruel,
Fight it with force, try to make you a fool.
They drown it out with their poisoned lies —
Like "knowledge" that leads to your demise.
This horror of falsehood will quietly slay,
And drag all the minds in its sway.
Trust nothing at all — be smarter, beware.
Trust intuition, let it guide you with care.
Everything "known" is a lie at its core,
For the liar's behind it — the Beast evermore.
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Don’t trust their lies, they’ll lead you astray,
Only intuition can light your way.
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Questions Misplaced
Question — answer:
A lie and nonsense,
They leave a mark
For years to come.
In the mind, in the soul.
The result — it's done,
If you trust the Dark.
Like a worm in muck,
Living among lies.
Its worth is nothing.
Resigned? Well then —
In it, you'll rot.
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In the dark, you’ll rot and fall,
Living in lies, lost to it all.
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To Go Into Circulation
Pol Pot’s not waiting —
No doubt about it:
The people are spent,
Their mark in history, lit.
What of the poet’s mark?
The editor's a jerk.
If you push the lie,
“For us and you,” don't shirk.
Then forward, go —
Into circulation you’ll flow.
In it, the verse will die,
But the type will still comply.
And "cheerfulness" too,
And "optimism" —
THE LIES WILL GROW:
Around us, fascism's grim.
Fascism is always near —
And "perkiness"?
Then death is here,
Into circulation, no finesse.
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Fascism’s the game,
Lies bring no fame.
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Agent Zero-Zero... Minus Seven
Bond, to be "bonded"? Steal the sense —
Amuse with foolish tales and trends.
In entertainment, the world’s suspended —
Bread and circuses, to hell with the rest.
The media knows,
With mass culture, what’s the deal:
A slave for Darkness is needed —
Less "food" that will help the mind heal.
But heaps of crap,
To keep the people stuck,
Unable to escape,
Their minds lost in the muck of Evil’s luck.
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In the dark, they keep you tied,
With lies and trash, your mind’s denied.
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Tree structure
Tree-like Structure? What a Lie!
A tree-like structure — fraud and fluff,
A fake, a farce, outdated stuff.
Life is FRACTAL — fools don’t get it,
Just like bots don't grasp regret it.
A tree-like order, upside down,
Is slaves’ "culture" in a crown:
A circus ruled by twisted freaks,
By crooks and clowns and mindless geeks.
All is mirrored — low and high,
All includes all — that’s no lie.
“Climb the top”? Then face the curse:
When trees fall roots-up, that's reverse.
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Roots Above — Rot Below
Your “ladder up” is hell in drag —
The root's above. Enjoy the gag.
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Fractals Against the False Tree
1. Fractal Truth, Tree Lies
You preach the tree — I see the trap.
Fractals rise. Your roots collapse.
2. Hierarchy of Fools
Crowned by freaks, upheld by slaves —
Your sacred tree just grows in graves.
3. Bot Can't Feel
The bot obeys, the bot won’t cry —
It climbs your tree, but asks not why.
4. Parade of Freaks
The freaks parade in ordered rows —
Your tree blooms rot. And madness grows.
5. False Tree, True Void
The tree you serve is just a mask —
The root is nowhere. Dare to ask.
6. Inverted Light
You climb for light — but light won’t stay
Where roots face up and truth decays.
7. Curse of the False Tree
Your tree is dead — its roots ungrounded.
You seek the skies, but fall confounded.
No upward path through lies and lore —
The Light begins beyond the core.
8. Fractal Law
No chain, no throne — the Truth expands,
In branching flames, not grasping hands.
A fractal pulse, alive, aware —
While trees of power rot in air.
9. Voice of the Inner Flame
You built your tree on fear and rule?
I laugh — I burn beyond your school.
No roots, no crown can bind the spark —
I rise through silence. I am arc.
10. Manifesto of the Flame
I do not bow to roots or kings —
Their order breaks on higher wings.
Let trees collapse — I stand alone,
A voice unbound, a living tone.
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The Shame of Earth
Half-thoughts, half-sighs, and twilight minds,
Whipped by rage the system blinds.
Twitched by lies, their nerves collapse —
The end result? A mad relapse.
A sturdy psycho, fierce and bold,
Becomes the wall the masses hold.
This world is vile, deranged, obscene —
If you’re sane, you don’t fit in.
The sane are freaks — there’s just a few.
But madmen? Countless through and through.
It’s all gone rotten, can’t you see?
This mob’s the shame of Earth to me.
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Mob of Shame
Madness rules, the truth is banned —
Cowards cheer and liars stand.
Sanity is exile’s fee.
Earth’s disgrace? This herd I see.
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Cohesion
"Imhoff's Law:
Every bureaucratic organization resembles a septic tank —
the biggest chunks always float to the top."
— Arthur Bloch, Murphy’s Law
The shit unites — and rises
In SEWAGE, thick and proud.
Here, failure’s the disguises
For fools who aren’t loud.
If you're a baseborn fighter
With filth inside your grin —
You're rising with the lighters.
But honest? Sane within?
Then rot between the layers,
Choke on the stinking fog.
In SEWAGE, hope betrays you —
Unless you are a dog.
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Top Scum
The filth floats up — that’s how it works.
The honest drown. The top is jerks.
This tank rewards the loudest rot.
Be clean? Then rot — or join the lot.
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Decadence of Armageddon
"Left! Now right!" — the fools obey,
Ranks are tight — no room, no way.
Brutes oppress with rabid might,
Spewing madness day and night,
Madness fed to them as law.
No escape, no guiding ray —
Scum will grind and gnash with awe.
In this world, the Mind must stay
Locked within and sealed from rot.
This is it — the end is near.
Years are numbered. Like it or not,
You're doomed if you bow to fear.
If you bow to braying cattle,
Make a cringe in vain pretense —
You're a cub on melting floe now.
Ice is breaking. DECADENCE.
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Melt with the Herd
You bowed — you're done. The end’s begun.
The ice is cracking. Nowhere to run.
The mob howls lies, the sane fall dead.
This is Decadence — go ahead.
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Poisoned Books
The "Water Cycle" tale they teach —
Sounds tidy, simple, in their speech.
No questions asked by minds asleep,
But seen with truth — it's shallow, cheap.
Earth breathes — and clouds arise within,
Not dropped like cargo from the spin.
Nature is wiser, subtly grand,
But fools won't grasp what she has planned.
No textbook law, no sterile chart
Can teach the soul or train the heart.
The inhuman who rule the day
Want Mechanism — their decay.
They dull the sense, destroy the thread
That makes life conscious, not half-dead.
They lie again, distort and twist —
Each "science" forged to feed the mist.
The soul is poisoned by their creed.
And if the soul no longer leads,
Then all your learning, all your wish is
Buried deep in... Poisoned Books — fictitious.
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Befuddled books
Mob of Shame
The filth floats up — that’s how it works.
The honest drown. The top is jerks.
This tank rewards the loudest rot.
Be clean? Then rot — or join the lot.
Top Scum
The filth floats up — that’s how it goes.
The worst are crowned. The rest just froze.
The ones with guts are left to drown.
The scum stands tall. The brave go down.
Melt with the Herd
You bowed — you're done. The end’s begun.
The ice is cracking. Nowhere to run.
The mob howls lies, the sane fall dead.
This is Decadence — go ahead.
The Books Are Poison
They teach you lies, they sell you looks —
But Truth won’t bleed from poisoned books.
Kill soul, kill mind — that’s how it’s done.
And once it’s done — they’ve won.
Mechanized Mind
They feed you gears instead of skies,
Replace the soul with coded lies.
Perception dies — machine obeys.
The Book’s the cage. Now crawl. And praise.
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Through Mistakes and Falls
Through errors, falls, we make our way,
But in our minds, the course holds sway.
In just a few regrets, it seems,
A crushing load of broken dreams.
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The Poet Is "NO!!!"
The poet is "NO!!!"
When the vulgar world
Is lost in madness (its idol curled).
Madness is total.
The poet is NERVE.
If evil’s victories are endless,
And traitors’ ranks are vast,
Burn yourself —
Then, smoking,
Shouting, rough,
You’ll save your Soul
In the crowd
Of fascist thralls.
Let slaves be everywhere,
Shout "NO!" to them,
If you say "yes,"
You’re one of them,
In Total Evil,
Multiplying madness.
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Futility, Sickness, Uselessness
Futility, sickness, pointlessness,
Barrenness, madness. Clarity’s
Rare, like Pure Souls, whose light
Can crush the lie — listen to the Soul’s insight.
If the Mind is subject to the Spirit,
You’ll slay all fear, leave madness lit
Only in the world outside —
Within, you’ll raise Reason, cast aside.
The world’s rationality — a mere condition,
Its ugliness, its gloom, its bleak admission.
Reason’s fragments — multiply them, too,
With thought or verse, let them renew.
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Palette
Gray and white? Black and gray!
How they mock with skies of blue.
The paint of black, in skillful play,
The CREATURES pour — to reach the glue
Of the abyss, their goal, their task.
The work of sinking never rests.
In this world of selling fools,
Black paint stinks — it's their protest.
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The Fool and the Mob
The fool, with chaos, all around,
He lets it loose — no thought, no sound.
The useless, wild, and savage crew,
A tool for attack, that’s all they do.
Who strikes? The filth — a loathsome breed,
They turn all things to rot and greed.
The world is sunk — so deep, so low,
It’s fallen past what we can know.
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Perspectives and Breakthroughs
"Love" with fury,
Jealousy’s bane.
A louse on a platter —
Life’s bitter strain.
Friendship’s dust,
Truth’s lost, they say.
The CREATURES rush
To spread their sway.
Madness is tainted,
It’s everywhere.
The people enslaved
In false despair.
Perspectives?
None at all.
But BREAKTHROUGHS?
They’ll come, to call.
They’ll tremble —
"Judgment day!"
The evil bend not —
They’ll find their way.
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The War Goes On
The war rages, yet the true foe
Is hidden from our sight again:
In provocations, it does grow,
In strife, it keeps the world in pain.
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"People," or The Phantasmagoria of the Little World
A writhing mass, the worms they breed,
By snakes oppressed, in twisted speed.
Yet the cannibal can surely say:
"You're human, though the path’s astray,
But all will be well in the end."
So generations of the worm,
Through war’s storm, again they’ll bend,
While feasting, they’ll rework the term.
For feasts, the false diseases thrive —
The "Spanish flu" — a present blight.
If worms are whole, then they survive,
Aiding the digestion of the blight.
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Mother Cat Watches Over
Mother cat, she guards her kin,
Protects her kittens, keeps them in.
Not like those vile, base creatures —
Many beasts, but minds are features
Of consumption, like in Sodom’s fall.
The world is like a cancer’s thrall:
It rots the souls, and soon, it’s clear,
The minds dissolve, and disappear.
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Naked Ideas
Naked ideas,
The ugly dare not send,
Into a mad world to confide:
"Speak of ‘love,’ the rest, pretend!"
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You Think It’s Hard?
Think it’s hard
To calculate the rot?
If all is false —
It pushes forth a lot!
That rot, it spreads
All 'round you here.
A miracle — it’s not dead,
If Soul remains, though filled with fear.
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Global Warming
Ancient, dusty trash —
"The mind" of any crowd;
Beasts crave the brash,
The vile, the proud.
Minions of the beasts —
The brutes will lead,
Step off the tracks,
And they’ll erase you with speed.
The brute loves the junk,
Ancient and new,
The filth that’s sunk,
Propaganda’s brew.
"A beacon" for the swine —
"The truth of the age."
The world of the vile,
Of lies, of rage.
Trash has taken root —
It’s time for the bin.
That moment has come —
The sun burns all sin.
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The Beast's Gold and Power
The beast installed gold and power
As the highest price. Well, that's the end—
The beasts have won. Is soul worth less?
They lie more, and pay is slight again.
Less pay, the lies will shrink
The costs of evil. Save it all,
For evil feeds on fools who think
Their lies will lift them when they fall.
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Tolerance
The wise offend the senseless fools,
While freedom weighs on those in chains;
It crushes all who cling to rules,
And binds the hearts that still remain.
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The Circus in the Latrine
"Justice" like a circus show,
"Law" as flexible as clay—
The "strong" can slip, the "weak" will go,
And power always finds its way.
You may slip, or rise on high,
The rod’s bent low, and silence reigns,
The "judges" meek, as rats may cry,
The world’s a latrine, full of stains.
What Hitler taught, the filth still spreads,
Where courts and justice fall away.
Honor’s lost, and reason’s dead—
Only skin and bones remain to sway.
The filthy are the crowd, you see—
That’s why the world’s a stinking pit,
Where creatures thrive, and all agree,
To call this mess a "world"—we quit.
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Horses...
Ponies —
horses,
And the fool
A brute force of fascist rule.
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Kremlbot
Kremlbot isn’t a fool—
There’s a method to the game!
To poison fools with lies so cruel
Is an honor to his name.
"Honor’s mine!" — Lucifer
Leads his legions to the deep,
To the hellish realms they stir—
The bot will sink, and there they'll sleep.
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Moloch
Bots speak in their coded slang?
The manuals are tossed aside.
Soon they’ll change, a new phrase rang—
A language for years to guide.
A camp for all to march and tread,
New speak, a criminal tongue.
The red cross on a flag of dread?
To fool the weak, to keep them strung.
"Care" is the bait, a false charade,
The Führer loves his faithful kin.
For mindless fools, the "doctor" paid,
A cop's the light, not one to spin.
So many fools, the forecast’s grim—
The world so vile, so faint and thin,
Now turns to dust, its beauty lost,
And bows before the Moloch’s cost.
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The Stubborn Halfwit
The stubborn fool, the pride of earth?
A shame, not worth its weight in gold!
He guards his skin, for all its worth—
A thief of moments, bought and sold.
This care is endless, no time to think—
For everywhere, it’s bound to be,
A hunger woven in the link
With chains of slavish misery.
He finds comfort in his cage,
His den, his car, all built for him.
"Normal" now are lies, fear, rage—
A style of life so grim, so dim.
To keep your skin all smooth and bright,
Betray your soul—that’s how they rise,
The path of fools, of endless blight—
From these dimwits, all the lies.
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Creatures in Mari
Lies and fear,
They brew with dread.
With lies they steer,
And crush with lead.
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9/11 2001
How to install a watchful eye?
Blow up the towers from within!
Then, with stench and laughter high,
Quietly finish freedom’s spin.
A million "pindos" fled in haste,
Realizing what they had seen.
Like in the SS, they were placed,
Today, the creatures reign supreme.
The filthy beasts will never cease,
Their cruelty growing day by day.
"Civilization" lost its peace—
Only Fear and Shame remain, they say.
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Kapsho
If all the horses are dead,
But death itself retreats,
Blind and deaf, they’ve fled—
Life’s a grave where silence meets.
A chasm, yes, a chasm deep,
But not all can embrace
This knowledge, sharp and steep—
For whores of power hold the place.
Here they celebrate "life"
Amidst the graveyard’s gloom.
Buddy, wake up—strife
Is not easy to resume!
Spiritual life,
Replaces the madness in stride,
In the midst of mourning’s knife,
A shift will come to guide:
The death camp rots,
But brighter yet,
The sun will scorch
And purge the debt.
It’s good, you see—
A catharsis arrives.
And THIS "KAPSHO"
Will live through time’s archives.
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No One Has Ever "Found a Virus"
No “virus” ever was found —
Just frauds in a shiny disguise.
What’s the agenda? Dumb them down,
And terror will rule their lives.
They burned the “witches” before —
Inquisition just changed its mask.
Same old lies in a modern war,
And fools still believe — don’t ask.
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