Fools gorge, Hell spreads its reign,
Yet your hands can break the chain.
Ideas blaze, the lies will fall,
Strike hard—don’t whisper at all.
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Hell spreads, fools perish.
Ideas blaze.
Strike—do not yield.
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Hell burns to ash.
Slaves fall silent.
Spirit strikes.
Chains collapse.
Darkness writhes.
Truth explodes.
Fools obey.
Hell consumes.
Light endures.
Lies ignite.
Masters choke.
Fire is free.
Ashes reign.
Spirit rises.
Hell obeys.
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Hell burns.
Slaves perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.
Fools obey.
Hell devours.
Light endures.
Lies flare.
Masters choke.
Fire frees.
Ashes reign.
Spirit rises.
Hell bows.
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Hell burns.
Slaves perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fools obey.
Fire frees.
Spirit rises.
Ashes reign.
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Hell burns.
Spirit strikes.
Few survive.
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Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains break.
Darkness falls.
Truth reigns.
Lies ignite.
Fire devours.
Few survive.
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Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.
Lies flare.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.
---
Hell spreads.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.
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Hell spreads.
Spirit strikes.
Few survive.
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Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains break.
Darkness falls.
Truth reigns.
Lies ignite.
Fire devours.
Few survive.
---
Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Darkness writhes.
Truth ignites.
Lies flare.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.
---
Hell burns.
Fools perish.
Spirit strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Spirit reigns.
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The Cat
A cat’s reality
Is never quite plain —
He sees much more
And will not bring pain.
Come to him with kindness.
But if you’re veiled in spite,
Don’t expect him to heal you
Or grant his gentle light.
He loves subtly,
Chasing illness away,
Putting himself at risk,
In his delicate sway.
Yet he knows his limits,
For living cats are wise,
Not naive little pioneers,
While humans are the guise.
Most have turned brutish,
In this triumph of wrong;
The cat remains sacred,
For he’s no fool among.
Dull sheep and cruel years
Surround with their lies.
Cats, like living angels,
Are gold to our eyes.
Dead are those sheep—
Crushed by shitty fascism;
Life’s mere illusion remains
As Reason meets the schism.
We dwell among them:
Dull minds and dead souls.
Only heed the cat,
Listen where he strolls.
If the dead abound
Amid Hell’s assaults,
So let it be.
Hail the cat: no false vaults.
For this, he earns
Food enough for himself.
Eat, sleep, cherish freedom,
Keep your spirit in health.
The sheep of fake lands
Love not freedom’s light,
But the cat lives truly,
And thrives in his might.
Let us glorify the cat:
They held him sacred, it’s true —
Those people were no liars,
Their reverence not askew.
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The cat sees all,
He spares no fool’s fall.
Love subtly, strike the lies,
Freedom lives where the cat’s wise.
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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom lives.
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The cat watches.
Fools fall.
Freedom thrives.
Fools obey.
The cat strikes.
Truth endures.
Dull minds perish.
Cats endure.
Life remains.
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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Cats endure.
Lies burn.
Fire devours.
Life reigns.
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The cat sees.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Fire devours.
Life reigns.
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Fascism
"Of course, the people don’t want war… But, in the end, policy is set by the leaders, and to draw the people in is simple, whether it’s democracy, a parliamentary republic, fascist or communist dictatorship… With voting or without, the people can always be made to do what the leaders want. It’s simple. All you have to do is tell the people they’ve been attacked and accuse pacifists of lacking patriotism and endangering the nation."
— Hermann Göring, Nuremberg Trials
History teaches nothing —
And a new Führer jerks off
Over hapless fools,
Used only to munch and scoff.
Accustomed to trust the creatures,
Opening doors to evil,
With the “mindset” of donkeys —
And so Evil persists.
Evil endures relentlessly —
The ghoul lives happily:
On new generations
No novel mockery.
How modern Goebbels seems,
While the plebs devour propaganda
Indiscriminately,
Rotting in their stinking burrows.
A lesson shown by the “Rashists,”
The new fascists today —
Their Führers speak smoothly.
Twins, they mimic swiftly.
All lessons forgotten,
Like fleas, idiots jump again,
Chasing luck in war.
But judgment will come anew.
Only widows wake up,
Perhaps even grandchildren,
For fascism is like science:
It lifts all that is vile
“Upward.” And the Devil’s with them —
With fascist spawn,
Hardly “noble” at all.
Rule of Satanism,
And therefore fascism,
And also “communism” —
A renewed enema everywhere.
Legacy of cretinism
Of nations… And Rashism
Already a cargo cult — peak idiocy.
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Evil endures.
Fools obey.
Propaganda reigns.
Justice will rise.
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Fascism thrives.
Fools fall.
Justice strikes.
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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Freedom strikes.
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Fascism spreads.
Fools obey.
Truth strikes.
Evil rules.
Sheep perish.
Justice lives.
Lies ignite.
Power falls.
Freedom endures.
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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Justice strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Freedom endures.
Lies flare.
Power crumbles.
Evil dies.
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Fascism burns.
Fools perish.
Justice strikes.
Chains shatter.
Truth ignites.
Power falls.
Freedom reigns.
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To Poets
A poet is a synonym of poverty
And solitude, when he makes
A vow to himself: to speak only truth,
No matter what the world forsakes.
The path is harsh, it gnaws at strength,
A truthful verse cuts sharp if rage resides.
The fools won’t value such a song,
And fools are many; rot walks among their sides.
When rot abounds, the Fire alone saves,
Yet only that Fire burns —
It scorches heart, mind, and poet alike,
Expecting nothing in return.
Expect not, believe not, fear not,
Nor plead — a hard road to tread.
Only answer to oneself in full —
That is freedom. Do not forget
The lessons of the past. Poets,
If sold out, descend straight into Darkness,
Fewer songs were sung, death prepared
For the mind by their betrayal’s harshness.
It struck them always, caught them fast.
Judas runs all the publishing houses,
Herding through them their flocks,
For these are pieces of propaganda,
Now totalized in media’s grip.
Sell out to creatures — you become filth,
Yet fierce verse cannot be held
By filth.
To hold a poem — that’s tension,
Here the conduit must bear it.
Otherwise comes the decay of Spirit.
Poet, your calling is Spirit, not verse.
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Truth burns.
Fools rot.
Poets bear Fire,
Spirit reigns.
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Fools sell.
Truth burns.
Spirit endures.
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Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit lives.
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Fools obey.
Fire strikes.
Spirit lives.
Sell out, perish.
Truth endures.
Poets burn.
Rot spreads.
Poets rise.
Spirit holds.
---
Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Poets endure.
Chains break.
Verse dies.
Spirit rises.
---
Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.
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Fools rot.
Fire strikes.
Spirit rises.
Sell out, burn.
Truth endures.
Poets live.
Rot spreads.
Poets fight.
Spirit holds.
---
Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Poets endure.
Chains break.
Verse dies.
Spirit rises.
---
Fools sell.
Fire burns.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Truth ignites.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.
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To Poets Befriending the Green Serpent
To drink — to create: few choose that path.
To drink — not live: the Soul is lost,
If you abandon the struggle in drunken rages.
To be a slave — and beg for mercy.
Do not beg, do not drink, do not believe —
Close all doors forever,
And bury yourself in papers,
Far from the rabble’s swill.
For humans are far worse.
Gather all your strength, my friend,
And explode in verse or song —
Let this Hell crack from Fury’s end!
Fury feeds and guides:
If you don’t believe — fool.
“Coo-coo” in the grim past,
But today, that’s vulgar!
Since History’s End approaches,
There’s no room for suck-ups:
Bowing before the crowd is fine —
Soon they will be EXTERMINATED.
Cataclysms are coming soon —
A reward for all the Judas’s.
The majority rules now in this world.
In the world — or in a rotten privy?
Drinking in the privy is base.
Better scrutinize carefully
The time you have left —
And EXPLODE; endurance is too little.
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Drink not, believe not,
Soul endures.
Explode in verse —
Hell cracks.
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Fools drink.
Souls vanish.
Explode.
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Drink kills.
Fools perish.
Verse burns.
Souls rot.
Green serpent feeds.
Explode.
Fools fall.
Hell cracks.
Spirit rises.
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Fools drink.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Serpent feeds.
Verse dies.
Chains break.
Hell cracks.
Spirit rises.
---
Fools drink.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Rot spreads.
Serpent feeds.
Verse dies.
Spirit reigns.
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Ivan the Fool
Ivan the Fool is strong only in fairy tales —
In reality, a wretched slave.
He is ruled by CREATURES. On command,
The creatures are ready for anything. Weak
From constant toil and endless battles.
Those battles rage among his neighbors.
A crowd of drunk fools will follow blindly,
Even if led against each other —
They obey all. Yet to lift the pitchforks
Against the CREATURES together,
They lack both mind and strength —
Fate only weeps and groans.
Ivan the Fool reaches happiness
Only in a foolish tale.
In reality, under work or helmet,
He vanishes foolishly before his time.
Ivan the Fool passes fear and dullness to children,
As well as obedience.
The children will meet, unarmed,
A corrupt little world. In it fades
Almost all Reason. Only a few
Remain its bearers,
And they perish like birds
From the Red Book. Nothing
Can be saved now,
And so Disaster approaches
For everyone. Understand it simply:
If the world is dull — its end is near.
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Ivan fools.
Souls rot.
Creatures rule.
Disaster comes.
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Fools obey.
Reason dies.
Disaster strikes.
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Fools fall.
Creatures rise.
Disaster reigns.
Ivan dies.
Reason fades.
Chaos rules.
Dull world.
Souls vanish.
End comes.
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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Chaos spreads.
Creatures feed.
Reason dies.
Chains break.
Hell cracks.
End rises.
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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Chaos spreads.
Reason dies.
Verse fades.
End reigns.
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Tall Tales
Tall tales: this nonsense drags on
For centuries. The fool
Has no strength to resist —
To throw all the trash away. Waves
Of falsehood follow wave of lies,
Evil forgeries — no salvation.
Only a few possess insight,
Who, seeing total nonsense,
Reject the Evil and seek
Other ways to fight the Dark.
The wicked continue to multiply
Lies and madness — CowID, wars
Have shown it all in full.
Fools are quite deserving,
If they believe in Evil of such DNA.
Fools among nations
Are the majority — no hope remains.
The world of bribed lunatics
Heeds Evil, multiplying MADNESS.
Hence, prospects are nil —
The whole madhouse will be destroyed,
Evil’s assets nullified,
Preventing wretches among fools
From rising even in their delirium.
Only a few
Will gain the Spiritual World.
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Fools rule.
Lies spread.
Evil grows.
Few resist.
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Fools believe.
Madness reigns.
Few endure.
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Fools lead.
Lies rule.
Few fight.
Madness spreads.
Evil thrives.
Souls resist.
Fools fall.
Chaos grows.
Spirit rises.
---
Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Chaos spreads.
Evil feeds.
Madness grows.
Chains break.
Hell cracks.
End rises.
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Fools fall.
Souls burn.
Spirit strikes.
Chaos spreads.
Madness grows.
Reason dies.
End reigns.
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Rashism, or Beneath the Bottom
The world has fallen beneath the Bottom:
Born into it — you’re lost.
In a terrible dream, war possible?..
Turns out, it’s not hard at all
To slander and send fools
Against their friends. Strength
Flows to fascism,
As minds melt headlong.
One goal — to slaughter “the people.”
Do the monsters even understand?
They heed only propaganda —
Killing their neighbors fiercely.
The main aim — the army of fools.
No country left: what was — has slipped away.
Only Kremlin filth and propaganda,
A gang of vile police.
Will grandchildren understand
That the army fights itself? Hardly.
No place for grandchildren in this hellish world.
Now we languish in a BEASTLY world,
Full of lies. Waves of genocide everywhere.
And FEW PEOPLE remain —
Fools have worn them all down.
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Total Slavery and Its Looming Horizon
A cycle eternal: enslaving the crowd,
Turning them fools — forever and proud.
They’ll guard themselves, they’ll kill and obey,
As long as you feed them a Lie on the way.
Spice it with terror, with numbness and shame,
Add "holy Allah" — religion in frame.
Add "science" distorted — it teaches the herd
How the world "functions", reshaped by a word.
Ideas are shining — on surface, all right.
But deep in their marrow — satanic blight.
So "communism", "heavenly bliss",
Rot on their way into fascist abyss.
Selection is vital — but twisted, reversed:
A thief or a dullard will always rise first.
Ready for anything — money the crown,
While wisdom is trampled and beaten down.
Doctors bring "healing" — but never the cure,
Symptoms they cover, disease will endure.
Children are poisoned with needles of "care",
Dumbed into cattle — betrayal laid bare.
Teachers — the fortress of Systemal rot:
Schooling Submission, Forgetting the lot.
A nursery of ghouls, obedience bred,
To join the Field of Rot ahead.
The Field of Rot is tilled by the press:
Sold-out vermin, who peddle the mess.
Journalist-scum, their filth is a flood,
Shoving down lies in the throat of the mud.
Police are essential — corrupted, too many.
Lessons are few, but for uprisings — handy.
The herd still believes: "They guard us, the Law!"
Yet laws hit the weak, for the strong — just a flaw.
The ultimate order: SURVIVE, at all cost!
Disasters are crafted — by Darkness they’re tossed.
By lackeys and traitors the torment expands,
Grinding the fools with obedient hands.
The scheme is old — they’ve mastered the ruse:
Problem → Reaction → Solution to choose.
Offer the fix that enslaves even more,
Fools rush to grab it — enslaved to the core.
Their filth expands with Overton’s Gate:
Bit by bit poison, digestion by fate.
For vomit in tons cannot enter at once,
But drip it — and swallow, obedient dunce.
A wise one once said: "My whole life I spent
To gain what was needed for life’s nourishment."
But slime never learns, and freedom is gone,
Slugs feed on poison, and gladly go on.
Deeper they sink — for stupidity thrives:
The "bright" past was slavery, stagnated lives.
The "new age" is darker, "divine" and insane,
Treatment eternal — with venom and chain.
The madness begins — with CowID brand,
Reason is slaughtered, Spirit is banned.
But wait! — Apocalypse breaks through the schism,
Sentence is cast for the World Fascism.
Those with Pure Spirit and Reason intact
May still survive the demonic attack.
The Abyss will swallow the slaves and their lords,
Rotten, enslaved — condemned by their hordes.
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Slavery rules, deception is law,
Rotten the system, devouring raw.
But Spirit unbroken will burn through the lie —
The masters of darkness are destined to die.
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Fools guard their chains, obey and applaud,
Kneeling to demons they worship as God.
But Truth is a fire — it shatters their scheme,
Burns down the nightmare, awakens the dream.
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The herd is enslaved, the prophets are fraud,
Science corrupted, religion is flawed.
Yet Spirit resists — through the ashes it fights,
Breaking the fascists with fury of Light.
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Fools guard their chains, deceived by the lie,
But Spirit unbroken refuses to die.
Through ashes and rot it rises to fight —
Smashing the fascists with fury of Light.
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Alchemy of the Soul
In depths of Darkness smolders Light unclear,
A haze of silence drifts, yet draws me near.
Through Sleep of Mind a whisper cuts its way,
It haunts my heart, it will not let me stray.
The night of thorns, deception and despair,
Leads into madness, thickening the air.
The world’s a prison, bleeding is my wound,
My Spirit longs for Stars not yet assumed.
That Light grows stronger, trembling into fire,
Revealing what was hidden in desire.
Yet walls of Evil tighten, vile and grim,
No Spirit pure can long abide within.
The Light expands — and now awakens Will:
Alchemy begins, the heart grows still.
When weary of existence’ heavy chain,
The Will breaks loose and lifts from Depths of pain.
It once had drowned in seas of grief and lies,
Resistance fading, hope without supplies.
But now the Light restored the Strength to fight,
The Mind awoke and echoed Soul’s delight.
Falsehood is sliced like butter by the blade,
Excalibur — the weapon Light has made.
And mind laments the years consumed in vain,
Among the rot, corruption, and disdain.
Alchemy in Fire — a blast untamed,
When once ignited, nothing stays the same.
Armed with the Will that bends to none on earth,
Fear disappears, replaced with Spirit’s birth.
The Darkness shattered, Vision pure unveiled,
No longer bound by words, no longer veiled.
Toward Eternity the Spirit soars,
The “mysteries of world” — mere echoing chores.
Illusions fade, their chains dissolve in air,
Deceptions turned to ash, dispersed, laid bare.
Then Revelation, Power, Inspiration,
The Sun of Knowledge — dawn of new creation.
You see: the dark is but illusion’s crust,
Concealing folly, weakness, greed, and dust.
The half-men blind will never find the Whole,
The Realm of Spirit, sovereign Light of Soul.
The Heart flies open, stars are drawing near,
They heal the wounds your Soul had carried here.
Your path is neither “higher” nor “below” —
It is the flight to Timelessness you know.
Alchemy of Soul — in Fire of Sight,
Where Purity ignites a newborn Light.
In that Light — joy, renewal, and release,
The Soul’s return to Source, Eternal Peace.
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From rot and night the Spirit breaks away,
Its fire turns the Darkness into day.
Alchemy within — the Soul is whole,
Returning to the Source, eternal goal.
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The Will ignites, illusions fall apart,
The Sun of Truth burns deep within the heart.
Through ashes rises Soul, reborn and free,
In timeless Light of pure Eternity.
---
Darkness was prison, but Light is the key,
Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free.
Through fire awakened, the Soul takes its flight,
Home to the Source, in infinite Light.
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Alchemy flames — the Spirit breaks free,
Darkness is shattered by Will’s decree.
The Soul takes flight through eternal Light,
Back to the Source, where all is right.
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Unconditional Resistance to Evil in the Cycle of Unknowing
We gathered, quarreled, drank, “hurrah!” —
And fell into Ignorance’s jar.
A cycle endless, ruled by gloom,
Where drunken nonsense fills the room.
The rabble reigns. “Intelligentsia” — hush!
They praise experiments, “beauty,” and such.
But “truth” they twist, discard, betray,
Their lofty meetings rot away.
To gaze with Spirit’s eye — absurd!
Within this cycle, lies are stirred.
The sickly broth of logic thin,
Feeds Ignorance, where all is sin.
The mind can’t reach the Spirit’s sphere,
It clings to books, to chatter near.
Intuition, silenced, banned,
Few dare to grasp her guiding hand.
The “gurus,” “yogis” — hollow frauds,
Blind to the battle against the clods.
If Evil’s left to rule the stage,
Their wisdom rots in narrow cage.
But few exceptions break the night:
The Path’s not captured all in sight.
First step: reject ALL thoughts, all lies,
Ideas — ashes in disguise.
Step two: within yourself you seek,
The answers strong, not borrowed weak.
Purge the mind of planted trash,
Or you’ll stumble, fall, and crash.
Step three: through Spirit, power flows,
Your strength will rise, your foe will know.
For Enemy of Man has reigned
Since time unknown, by blood sustained.
Step four: with might, pour outward flame,
Though fools won’t grasp, despise the name.
Seek not their help — their minds are dead,
They choke on lies the system fed.
The stubborn ego, “clever” shell —
No fire will boil in such a hell.
Go on alone, consumed, aflame,
The world of fools still mocks your name.
No miracles on Spirit’s road,
If bound in Hell’s deceptive load.
Resistance — pure, unconditional call:
Without it, the Soul is doomed to fall.
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Resist the Evil — or your Soul is lost,
Ignorance binds with a liar’s frost.
No halfway path, no easy disguise —
The Spirit survives when rebellion will rise.
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Writing a Fairy Tale
A tale of Friendship, Freedom, Love —
I thought to write. Absurd enough.
The "power" comes, they always say,
From "people" — duped to just obey.
For centuries they bow to might,
To kings, presidents, the brood of night.
Where should I start? Of course, "Free will,"
That word their fairy tales still fill.
They train the child to dream of "freedom,"
Promise it always, in every kingdom.
Amidst the poor, it works the best,
To hush all doubts, to stall unrest.
For ages they repeat the song,
Just change the tune, it drones along.
And harsher measures, slyly pressed,
To bring "Bright Future" manifest.
But should you question, drop the lies,
You’ll find what underneath it hides:
Rotten slavery — plain and bare,
While parasite words pollute the air.
And so it’s clear: slaves cannot friend,
Or chains would long have met their end.
And "Love"? Just lust, all smeared with shame,
A sickly, soulless, hollow game.
They mix it with their baby-talk,
Then wonder why their "love boats" rock.
It sinks in quarrels, lies, deceit,
Till "love" is stench of loss and cheat.
Of course, exceptions may exist,
But mostly — filth, too foul to list.
Amid oppression, rot, and fraud,
The pattern’s plain to eyes unshod.
The "fairy tale" of life they write
Turns nightmare soon, a plague of night.
For all is drafted, sold, controlled —
The ending’s always: lies, pain, cold.
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Their “tales” of Freedom are shackles in disguise,
A kingdom of rot built on comforting lies.
But Truth cuts through — no fairy tale song,
Exposing the filth they’ve preached for so long.
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From the Cocoon
Sudden thought strikes — a spark ignites,
I start to shift, to break old rites.
The law of stagnation rules the land,
And decay follows close at hand.
You’ll conquer murk if you entwine
Your Insight with creative line,
Rejecting chains the mind conceals,
False worries, trivial, it reveals.
All visions stem from Spirit high,
Beyond mere thoughts, beyond the lie.
Deceptions, nonsense, vanish there —
Their chains dissolve into the air.
From every side, you’re bound, constrained,
By worldly expectations, preordained.
Closed mouths bow in humble guise,
Submission feeds the grand disguise.
The cocoon surrounds — small mercy spared
For ears that dare the heresy shared.
But show resistance, and you’ll find
The world will push with force unkind.
The Evil’s tricks are old, refined,
A carrot dangled for the blind.
Cognitive dissonance they wield
To twist the mind, to make it yield.
But mind under Spirit, dissonance fades,
Harmony persists where decadence raids.
The world’s foundation, cyclic, deep,
A spiral of epochs, darkness to reap.
If you refuse the bottom’s call,
Declare your war on nightfall.
The world’s reversed, “progress” a re-guise,
Spiritual light in shadow dies.
The scum press stronger day by day,
Yet Spirit must lead the only way.
Do not expect quick victory here —
Decay runs rampant, nothing clear.
The Soul’s demand: fight to the end.
Wait for manna, your life will bend.
In stagnation’s grip, you rot and fade,
A monstrous husk, by fear arrayed.
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Break the cocoon, let Spirit lead,
Dissolve the chains, reject all greed.
Fight to the end — the Soul must rise,
Or rot in darkness, blind to the skies.
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Stupidity
Boundless stupidity, a rotten stream of lies
Washes away both mind and honor — fascism thrives.
It rules the world. Those who do not conform
Are crushed by the idiocy that normifies.
Nonsense haunts your dreams — petty whims of fools,
Trying to eat my brain with endless rules.
Wisdom is learned only in films, it seems,
While wretched mobs repeat the same old schemes.
Filth is hailed as “science” by the scum,
Studying the slave-brain, they’ve become.
Life turns a trick, a tedious bore,
Only a dull fool misses the rotten core.
No hope of waking — ignorance flows,
A torrent eternal, worldwide it grows.
To be a fool today is crime in disguise,
Destroying those nearby with dumbed-down eyes.
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Stupidity reigns, a worldwide flood,
Crushing the wise beneath its mud.
Fight the dumb, resist the lies —
Or watch the world rot before your eyes.
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Serve Poetry!
Serve Poetry! What else? —
All else is from the Devil’s spell!
Reject the nonsense — let only broken
Fragments enter verse. In this, excel.
So trivialities and evasions vile
Cannot invade a single line.
To fools, “roses,” “passion’s sigh”
Are treats; to minds, those roses shine.
They heed all twists and tricks —
Horror. Describe it true:
Though hard, though seemingly futile,
Poetry saves the Soul for you.
If even one soul you save —
Others follow, through the wave
Of Evil Time; direct its force
Against corrupt nonsense, true of course.
That filth expands like industry,
Wake up! Don’t be timid, be free!
Not by brute but by daring art,
Truth travels — through life, through heart.
Through poetry. The world’s deformity
Unveiled today, crush it with nobility!
Otherwise you’re poor, weak, and small.
Strike the shame! Verse surpasses all.
Poetry is brighter, stronger far,
If it does not shrink from the lie’s scar.
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Serve Poetry! Let truth strike the lie,
Crush the world’s rot, let falsehood die.
Verse is the sword, the Soul’s bright flame,
Expose the shame, defy the game.
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Splotch
“On Magdalene’s canvases,
A host of Madonnas, Venuses, Frins,
And all around — crooked spines
Of murky-eyed Akulins.”
— Sasha Chyorny, Lamentations, 1909
On Akulina’s canvases
It’s a vent, a fleeting breath.
The fools will find, amidst the filth,
Utter nonsense, in full depth.
They’ll even paint a jar
Filled with excrement, displayed apart.
That vial — a triumph for the scum,
A monument to their foul art.
Spin the shit — and talents
Are quietly pushed aside,
While mutants hailed as titans rise,
The world applauding their pride.
The goal is simple — drag low
The wretched herd, keep them in tow.
Not art, but stench; concern yourself —
And you are trapped within the show.
And the scum laughs: to spread
Rot everywhere, make it a craze.
Few are sensitive, wise, or grown —
The fools are easy prey to abase.
Picasso is proof enough:
How wretched is that splotch!
Yet millions in the gray world pay,
While true talent rots as botch.
If you get famous — talent’s gone;
As in politics, the same old song.
Once infants ruled, now experts lie,
Masters of bullshit, fraud on high.
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Spin the filth, the fools will cheer,
True talent crushed, but still appear.
Expose the lies, the frauds, the scam —
Art survives where truth will stand.
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So-Called “High-Level Meeting”
The TV crew did all their work:
Lights, prompters, all the junk.
Then came both CORPSES — no perk,
Speeches rolled out in endless spunk.
Five minutes in, with prompts in hand —
They drove away: the meeting done.
Special correspondents spin the strand
Of tales, a trunkful, every one.
Easy to unlock — just TV clowns.
The Zombie Box rules. This filth, by pay,
Will lie as needed, push it down
To the herd — convincing, or in fray.
Example? War, or CowID.
Who gives orders? Inhuman spawn:
This filth is hidden — you won’t see.
The lackeys grind heresy from dawn,
A psych for hire, sold utterly.
On screen, the provocateur
Sits “in government,” dictating lies.
Exceptional dictator? No, for sure,
The inhuman feeds them, in disguise.
If plutocracy must replace
A scarecrow, crush democracy,
And kill all “freedom” in its place,
They do it, blind to all but greed.
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