Police Dramas

Police shows—like Soviet syrup,
Sticky, slow, and dull in tone.
They need a drink to wake them up,
To snap out of their endless drone.

Immigrants all say it clear,
The Soviet’s back, it’s here to stay.
No need for talent, just the fear,
As lies oppress and lead astray.



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Filth

"Simple is worse than theft."
—Proverb


Filth is praised as joy, not sin,
Purity's called "simple"—win!
They claim it’s worse than stealing gold,
Perverting nature, truth’s grown cold.

Generations follow suit,
The obedient fool now absolute.
A twisted norm—what's left to save?
As horned "god-father" digs the grave.

He turns the Earth to Hell’s domain,
A corrupt majority reigns in vain.



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The Scavenger Good

Robin Hood was good, no doubt,
But true wealth is in the mind.
Few will take the hard way out—
Wade through filth the vile left behind.

Darkness crowned the fools as kings,
Blinding reason, spreading blight.
Now the stench of evil clings,
Drowning wisdom out of sight.

Let a New Hood rise and fight,
Sweeping lies from where they brood!
Rot and falsehood choke the light—
Oh, how shameless creatures feud...



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Goebbels' media all around,

The scum have crushed the world, unbound,
And the obedient fool
Falls, used up, as a mere tool.

CowID, the war, and soon,
The digital death camp's doom,
Cities fall beneath their reign,
Crushing moths in endless strain.



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Iron Man

Swimming’s better, when you can,
Than running on a hard terrain—
The road is tough, but water’s span
Is always soft, a gentle gain.

With running, micro-injuries,
You’ll often face, no matter what,
But after, bliss is hard to seize—
And that’s not always a sure shot.

Run too much, swim too long—
A combo’s not the perfect art;
Better drift, if metal’s wrong,
When weary steel begins to part.



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Upside Down

The world is long since turned around,
"Up" is just a heap of sound.
Who speaks of this, without a care,
Will find themselves in flames laid bare.



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Patriotism

The crap is OURS!
Be proud, stand tall!
That sour curd,
Turns into gall.

That sour curd,
Is the nation’s mind.
Strike! Not ours!
To the flames, we bind!



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Prison of the body, soul’s despair,
The mind, like chains, is trapped in snare!
From here, escape with all your might:
No peace—just hopelessness in sight.



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Cycling and Beyond

Climb the hill—there’s no one near,
The descent’s empty, or so it’s clear.
The ones ahead don’t even see,
The group is small—just fly and be free!

And life’s the same—false peaks arise,
Then crash, as you fall from the skies.
So go alone, and you will find,
Where the Top is, and where’s behind.



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Nonsense

Nonsense rules the world today,
Growing bolder, come what may.
And the people, less than kind,
Darkness spreads, with twisted mind...



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Delusional Independence

Independence… Do you believe,
You fool, in this, so naive?
This world’s a fiery, hellish place,
Who rules it? Silence fills the space.

CowID showed the cruel truth clear,
No nations left, just void and fear.
Fools are lost in lies they spread—
The ones that lead to thoughts of dread.



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The Power of Darkness and Its Changing REGIMES

A regime built on lies, it stands,
Once swept away, more lies demand,
Laying the base for chains anew,
Yet call it tyranny—nothing true.

"Republic" is the word they use,
To hype their "reforms" in the news.
"Reforms" are masks, while deep beneath,
Dark power reigns—who needs belief?

"Parliaments" in the CowID age,
With mouths of filth, in their dark cage,
They sit in silence, all comply,
To creatures' rule—no questions why.



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A Global Madhouse, Like North Korea

Like North Korea’s order,
Be shocked at what you see!
Or soon the madhouse border
Will claim your sanity.

Koreans never tasted
The filth in full display,
While masters of deception
Drove all the world astray.

Now North Korea's madness
Seems rational and bright—
For fewer are resisting
The creatures void of light.

And all of "education"—
A global Juche scheme:
It masks the degradation,
Sows lies within a dream.



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Mob and Propaganda

Brains are rotten—
Fear-begotten,
Drowned in lies by vile deceivers,
Fed with orders from receivers.



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Dull and Crude

Vulgar crowds are dumb and hollow,
Hope is lost in shadows swallowed.
No salvation, none remain—
Only rot and slow decay.



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The Search

A room draped in darkness, a cat lost in black,
Dead now, its stench marks the path that you track.
Stumbling blindly through shadows so dense,
Till at the doorway—a Horse lies, past tense.

Off leaps its Rider—Death’s herald so grim,
Fate had forewarned you, now drink to the brim.
Only your soul’s voice in Hell should obey—
Stay out of rooms where the Darkness holds sway.



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Almost Cycling

The ultimate race—
A game full of grace.
With strength running dry,
Through miles you must fly,
Pace wisely, endure—
Then sprint to be sure!



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"Wooden Medal"

The top three vanish, out of sight,
And I’m left trailing in the fight.
No mistakes, yet here I stand—
Empty hands… how harsh, how bland!



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Fatigue of "Wisdom" and of Age

The weight of age, the years worn thin—
A prize for life so dull within,
For youthful folly, blind and vain,
For lies that wrap like slime and stain.

And when you're drained to your last breath,
With only cure found deep in death—
A fate for those with gifts unchained,
Who walk the path alone, untrained.

A path through madness, chains, and rot,
This "world" where souls are sold and bought.
For Bright Ones' cries will sound absurd
To fools who sneer at burning words.



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Democracy—So Brief a Play

A fleeting game—democracy,
A prelude to tyranny.
Then mobs arise, then rushist rule...
What’s next? Beasts forged from man, so cruel.



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Sing, oh song, across the plains
Drown the fools in drunken strains!
Thieves in power, lies in store,
And the traitor leads the corps.



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Hamlet Mumbles Rotten Lies

In this Hell, none grieve or cry
Save the fools who don’t ask why.
So rise and fight—no more taboo!
Crush the world’s decaying goo!



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Running in Circles

You pace in circles—then, behold!
A "brand-new" bike, just like of old.
A tweak or two, a shift, a spin—
Now none will call it mad again.

But deeper thoughts? A downward track,
A circle dragging you to black.
The further on, the worse you grow,
Your sickness thriving as you go.

A mind diseased—its world is tight,
Three-fourths will never see the light.
Deceived by crowns, by hollow schools,
Led round in loops like herded fools.

False science spins the same old reel,
Break free—don’t let it shape your wheel!
And don’t, with sweat and toil and guile,
Invent again the motor’s style.



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Forward, Then—Play Your Song

Come on, let's move—your verse, your tune,
The patience wanes, the end is soon.
Away with swine, we’ve had enough—
No more this filth, this crap, this bluff!

To write of swine in verse, you see,
Is part of every fight to be.
With strength spent, light as a breeze,
I’ll leave this Hell, where slaves still freeze.



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A Brief Word on the "Heroes"

A "hero" 'mongst the sheep so meek,
He strains the blunt, the lost, the weak.
He brings the end, the final test—
Through them, the storm, the world’s last breath.



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The Rot of “Classics”

A "classic"—born of banners loud,
Where truth is banned, but lies allowed.
A flash of light? They’ll tear apart—
For “classics” dull both mind and heart.

If boredom strikes, take it as fact:
It’s poison dressed in highbrow tact,
A sugar-coated tyrant’s plea.
Throw out that plague-born filth—be free!



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The Great Meat Factory, or Experts and Brave Men

A hero stands among the sheep,
A skilled expert, sharp and deep.
He builds their pens with utmost care,
And runs the slaughterhouse affair.

He sways them—"This is paradise!"
Fetches orders, swift and nice.
Like a dog, he plays his part,
A darling with a sheepish heart.

If a poisoned shot’s required,
He’s the wolf they all admire.
Drives the herd with ruthless pace,
Never daring to retrace.

Though his masters give him crumbs,
Still, with pride, he beats the drums,
Guiding sheep down heaven’s lane—
To the factory of pain…



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The “Intestinal” Lyre

A Worm within the world's deep gut
Drains all the finest juice and blood.
The Lyre soon will stink of rot—
Its fate is clear, the verdict's cut.

To shine a light like proctoscope,
Dig through the filth, expose the lies,
To stall the Reaper’s hanging rope—
A task that breaks the strongest minds.

Yet madness lurks in filth so vast,
No choices left—just drown or wade.
The Worm has swelled too large at last,
Its toxins fuel a fevered plague.

And CowID proved, in full display,
The world’s deranged beyond repair.
You thought the Beast would stay at bay?
The Madhouse thrives—you placed it there.



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The Vacuum of a Worthless Life

A vacuum roars without restraint,
It swallows dust, it knows no chains.
Clench your teeth—resist its fate,
Or be consumed with all that drains.

With dust will vanish all around—
The noise, the lies, the empty haze.
Yet do not grieve for what is drowned—
Decay now spreads in endless waves.

Corruption creeps through every street,
It spares no soul, it taints the core.
If filth is all you ever meet,
You’ll rot like all who lived before.



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The Chaos of Compliance

They nod along to every lie,
Agree with all—no second thought.
And madness spreads, runs far and wide,
When fools are blind and words are naught.



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The Nonsense of Social Media

Like whips, the networks strike with force—
Censorship masked as "what’s endorsed."
And "grown-up" children take the bait,
Consuming lies at every rate.

They hyped up CowID’s twisted play,
Made wars seem righteous all the way.
The fools have sailed, they own the scene—
Where liars rule, the truth turns lean.

But honest minds can’t break the chain,
Their voices lost, their fights in vain.
A world insane, a false pretense—
Where freedom’s just a hollow fence.



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Nonsense Everywhere

There's nonsense piling up so high,
And garbage floods the endless sky.
While reason drowns without a trace
In filth and vulgarity's embrace.



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Convulsions of Evil

These surges of evil won’t stop or subside—
Too much to endure, nowhere left to hide.
See how the "nations" have fallen so low?
No depths remain—just Death below.

Corruption follows every fall,
Decay now rules, consuming all.
With each new age, the minds grow weak,
And deeper sinks the world we keep...



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Rulers and Their Flock

Half-demon, half-fool, a twisted breed,
With half a mind, and half a creed.
The goal: to feast and hoard it all,
While casting spirit out to fall.

He hinders joy, he blocks the way,
And slaughters all that leads astray.
So let’s praise decay's grim reign—
The people’s used to it by now—insane!



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The Poet

From verse comes "freedom" true,
Or troubles that will follow you,
Or weary, worn-out days,
Or decay in endless maze...



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Facing Death

Face Death—believe, she'll set things right,
She'll mark the end, and end the fight,
For the foolish squirrel in its race,
Caught in the wheel, it can't escape.



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The Bike Race

"The Vuelta." Heat. "Global warming,"
The racer fumes, his years well-spent.
Not a race, but self-consuming,
Ice on his neck, and water sent

To flood him—inside, more and more.
A simple case. What’s next in store?
No chance the Sun will burn less bright—
It'll keep blazing, taking flight...



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Achieving High Status in Society

Comrade Nebelmesov, of mighty weight,
Rose high by serving Beast's cruel fate—
The ladder’s for those who don’t delay,
And now he’s chief of the Stink Brigade.



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"Civic Lyric"

“Civic lyric”—a dog's absurdity,
“Serving the homeland”—like a kennel decree.
To march to the slaughterhouse, for pennies to toil,
To bow to the Beast, with its lies to embroil.

The cudgel's the tool that keeps all secure,
In madness, the homeland’s lost, that’s for sure.
No country exists, for Satan’s embrace
Leads all to total slavery, no war to face.

War's just a relic, seen clear in CowID,
The test wasn’t passed, the truth left denied.
Three-quarters of people—obedient fools,
Fascism rises like Everest's rules.

Above a worthless world, doomed to decay,
That death creeps closer, the sun’s harsher ray.
The world is ablaze, but don’t trust the vile—
Save your soul, though the pain lasts awhile.



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On the Garbage Heap

A click for nonsense, likes for lies,
A comment—"Wow!"—to our demise.
It kills the soul with every breath,
A vile, foul stench that smells of death.

The masses catch this toxic waste,
Spread it fast, there's no restraint.
To fight this evil’s daring grace—
A rarity, unless a saint.



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Religion and Propaganda

Tell the slave that he is free—
Then do with him what you decree.
And if you add, "The Lord's domain,"
You’ll turn him to a mindless stain.



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The Dry Leaf

The dry leaf, a metaphor for dullness,
Unknown 'til now, it shows its face.
More often like a tractor’s sluggishness,
Or a tanker stuck in shallow space.

The leaves fall down in scattered heaps,
Satan gathers, his harvest deep.
Soon, the end—no heavenly grace,
Just the stench of a priest's disgrace.



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Total Power of Satan

Satan says: "We've reached the deep,
Yet still they chant, 'A god to keep.'
Everywhere, the war with reason—
If god exists, he’s weak and treason.



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Light and Delirium

Lead me on, Delirium Vast!
The Path to Light is dreams recast.
Does Light exist where Shadows spread?
A flicker... Path? Through filth we tread...



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Rest in a Rush!

"Attack" on your rest—just drop it a bit,
The toil and the struggle—relax and submit!
A cat finds no need for a pointless endeavor—
In Foolish World, all work’s useless forever.



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The New Global Madness

"Monkeypox" is sweeping apes,
The cause is clear—no big escape.
If the mind is cracked and bare,
A new "disease" is always there.

"Hippo clap" will strike next round,
And we’re all just sinking down.
For the fools make up the crowd,
Pressing forth—relentless, loud.

Darkness grows, the world declines,
Spinning faster, losing time.
Soon the Camp will call the roll—
Fools lined up to pay the toll.



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Fascism marches, set to kill,
With fury, striking all around.
And Cretinism backs it still –
That’s why the world is breaking down.



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Fools are swarming, lost and blind,
Like a herd led to the knife.
Strong in body, weak in mind,
Empty souls with hollow life.

That is why the vile and sly
Lure them in with poisoned bait.
Though it's rotten—still they'll try,
Rushing gladly to their fate.



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Pray on—pray in vain,
The horned god won't hear.
Awake and regain
The lesson made clear.

The Light dwells inside,
Its glow faint but true.
Yet even denied,
It still shines for you.



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What they’re taught, the kids embrace,
Fed with nonsense, forced to bow.
Few will rise and break the chains,
Questioning the lies somehow.

Slaves raise slaves—it's all they know,
Blind to all beyond their cage.
Madness thrives, and down below,
Hellspawn revel in their rage.



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