Jackals bark, the poison flows —
The Goat’s dark grip still tightens woes.
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Media Targets and Sacred Lies
The Kremlin’s war has set its goals
Above all strategy and sense.
Rashka’s sons are fools, with roles
That crack the minds in wild offense.
Propaganda is the key,
For this insane, world-crazed crowd.
Dead are cheap — just debris
In fascism’s gray cloud.
This gray fascism reigns worldwide,
But slaughter’s just a side act played.
When sanity is cast aside —
It’s worse to kill with pawn parade.
More cruel than war’s own bitter cost,
Is hunger’s grip, more grave and vast.
The price of fools is dearly lost —
Few will survive this cursed blast.
If gray means fascism’s face,
These vermin wear it worse, no doubt.
Their Rashism’s shame — a vile disgrace:
Their “sacred” tales all torn inside out.
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Gray fascism spreads its lies —
While sacred myths disguise demise.
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Idea-less
A blow to the head,
A strike below —
The whole wide space.
Hell’s seed is spread
Everywhere you go.
If you’re not mad,
You’ll see the show —
Nothing but deformity,
No path but pain.
You serve the chaos —
Hell’s domain.
No ideas here — just herd,
Lies stuffed in every mind.
To trust their sham is shame,
Serving devils, cruelly blind.
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No ideas — just lies and chains.
Serving devils, all remains.
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In Memory of Osip Mandelstam
"No, never was I anyone’s contemporary,
Such honor’s not for me.
Oh, how I loathe that namesake’s lie —
That was not I, but he."
— Osip Mandelstam, 1924
What hell’s this “near” or “far” degree?
It’s just a troop of monkeys’ spree!
No joke — the fault’s profound, not small:
A flaw within both soul and all.
And so all Mandelstams are doomed,
Wherever, whenever they’ve stood.
Surrounded by the ruffians’ brood —
On ruins of the fallen wood,
They hunt the poets, minds that think,
Other souls who dare to blink.
The smart ones’ fate? The song’s been sung —
They’ll kill them all before too long.
For they build a global death camp’s frame.
What Mandelstam? It’s all the same!
Let "Red Cross" fly on white’s embrace —
The herd sees nothing but disgrace.
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Mandelstam dies, unheard, ignored —
While beasts build walls with hate and sword.
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So-Called “Hopes and Dreams”
Unforgivable to waste
Your life on hopes and dreams.
The key is to be chaste
With feelings — hiding schemes.
Only in your art can
The Spirit breathe and blaze.
If fate you sum that way,
You’ve still got brains to praise.
Don’t plan to be approved —
That’s just a chain, a wall.
In madhouse, Spirit’s doomed —
Without it, you will fall.
Walk on — don’t cling to hope —
The path itself’s the prize.
Laugh at chaos, don’t mope —
Decay won’t last for life.
Cataclysms will sweep away
All rot and dark abuse.
Dream only of the Soul’s sway —
Fascist hell will lose.
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No hopes, no dreams — just Spirit’s fire.
Walk on the path, and rise up higher.
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Ivan the Fool and Wanka-Wake-Up
Ivan the Fool,
And Wanka-Wake,
The fool’s stuck fast —
Wanka’s fate is harsh to take.
Bloody bath awaits —
Don’t trust, but seek your way.
Answers lie with minds awake,
The door’s for those who stray.
Fascism needs obedient fools,
They rise on every call,
Believing lies, devoid of souls.
They’ll die for lies, and that’s their fall.
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Fools rise to lies, no soul to save —
Wake up or drown within the grave.
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No Fear...
When the snitch sells you out,
The traitor turns executioner’s hand,
Be proud, don’t bow or sell your route.
Fascism’s death rules this land.
Through death — the righteous way —
You may step into life anew.
So fight, don’t bend or sway:
Submit, and rot alive will do.
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Face death strong — don’t kneel or bow.
Fight or rot — the choice is now.
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To a Would-Be Suicide
Use the rope like a noose —
For enemies, not you.
To kill yourself’s a ruse,
A flea’s escape — not true.
This fight’s the last with freaks,
Not many stand this way.
Though beaten down by grief,
Fight on if you’re not prey.
Use the rope like a noose—
Or better — machine gun’s roar...
This world may not heal soon,
But don’t march with its war.
Walk guided by your Spirit,
Not the lies and schemes they spread.
This truth’s no rumor — hear it:
Darkness fades like smoke — dead.
So every fighter counts,
Who battles evil’s face.
If you dare the noose,
The foes will meet disgrace.
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Use the rope to choke your foes —
Fight on, and watch the darkness close.
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Under the Moon and Underfoot...
The world beneath the moon —
A dirty feed for fools.
All people on this noon —
Cheese cut from rotten rules.
It’s free — a feeding pen,
Where lies ring loud as law.
They’re deafened by the din —
Don’t laugh, the horns you saw.
A horned king rules the land —
The ultimate Goat’s throne.
With beasts that mock and brand —
Evil’s seeds are sown.
Here darkness holds command,
Sucking on vile lies.
The underfoot, the banned —
Where rotten falsehoods rise.
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Under moon, the fools are fed —
By lies that chain and fill with dread.
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“With Regards”...
A joke:
A prison priest steps in to see
A thief, a bear-robber’s plea.
“Don’t lose heart, my son, I’ll try
To help you when your time is nigh.”
“Thanks, holy father,” said the man,
“But theft’s a craft that needs a plan —
Complex, refined, not just a game,
It takes real skill to stake your claim.”
Like fools, the dumb priests babble cheap
Their “truths” from lies that run so deep.
Dogma rules, customs decree —
Any “pioneer” can follow blindly.
For life’s hard trials, cheap advice
Is worthless, even for the nice.
But if you’re freak or “with regards” —
Go to priests, their flock’s the same regards.
Blind leading blind — that’s how they teach,
With dogmas that just push you off the beach.
They build a chasm, dark and wide,
Between the Real World and the idiot’s pride.
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Priests of lies, blind guides of fools —
Build walls that trap and break all rules.
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Majority and Minority
The majority votes dull,
A yoke for asses, souls turned null.
The herd of fools controls the day,
While wit and reason fade away.
The majority—idiots blind,
The minority—mad minds.
Darkness of traitors rise in force,
Satanic strength sets hell’s course.
Soon hell will come, its grip is real,
The wise few fade—apart they kneel,
Glittering ghosts beyond the fray,
“Above the fight,” they fade away.
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Fools hold power, the wise recede—
Hell’s shadow grows on blind mislead.
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On the Ruins of a "Country"
Cargo wars of cargo-führers,
Cargo lies and hollow lies.
That fake double’s smoking fever —
Kremlin herds the blinded flies.
With reckless lies they flood the ground —
The bottom cracked in this deceit.
Dead grasp of fascism’s wound
Chokes all life beneath their feet.
Satan’s pages plot and scheme
To crush the “country” to the dust.
Wounds uncounted, measures mean —
Drenched in shit and broken trust.
No cure found, just mountains rise
Of filth and lies, Everest.
Carry your cross in these demise —
On ruins of a “country’s” rest.
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Cargo lies and fascist grips—
The "country" falls, drowned in their shit.
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Patients
To make a patient out of... a patient...
In school and college, just a case —
A fool they shaped you, no complacent,
Till work’s a madhouse, no escape.
The loss of reason—thin, so sly:
Once gone, your worth is small and slight.
You’re at war — from cradle, lie
The fight for mind, the costly fight.
The price you pay for every move
In battles they call “life” today.
If you stand still, refuse to prove,
Therapy will grind you away.
This therapy serves Reason’s call,
Where Pure Spirit leads the way.
But war’s a world where reason falls,
Ensnared in Satan’s dark array.
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Lost reason makes a patient’s fate —
Stand strong or fall to war and hate.
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The So-Called “Deep People”
Deep-rooted herd mentality —
The ancient “bond” that fools uphold:
Where dullness, rudeness, debauchery
Make fools their kings and tyrants bold.
Among the captive souls in Ukraine,
The wise are few, so hard to find.
Beasts breed beasts — what honor’s gain?
Spirit crushed, and reason blind.
That monstrous spawn of womb’s decay,
A relic freak, grotesque and vile.
On it fascism clings today,
While fools endure their shame and guile.
For years they’ve borne this undead plague —
The Kremlin’s puppets, lies they drag.
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Where fools rule, and spirit dies—
Deep people live in shadowed lies.
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The So-Called “Victorious War”
“Victorious war” —
When a “country” hits the bottom stone,
Ruled by beasts, by Satan’s throne,
The price you pay is all your soul.
If the beast is deemed “good” as whole,
Though masked like scab and skin decay,
Only lice will bear such toll,
While honor, reason slip away.
No longer humans — just the lice,
No honor, reason, or a soul.
Outside their ranks — rush to the fight,
At least write out your rebel role.
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Beasts rule where souls are sold—
“Victory” is death untold.
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Controlling the Herd
Controlling fools is simple work:
Hire traitors everywhere you see,
Stir dumb propaganda’s murk,
Nothing else is needed, really.
Care for people? Just a bit —
Shut the quick, kill or imprison.
But mostly lie, lie without quit,
To purge all truth with cruel precision.
Total lies flood madhouses wide —
Half-wits call these lands their own.
Legions of traitors spread and hide,
Soon the last wise minds are gone.
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Lie, control, and silence all —
Watch the herd soon lose and fall.
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Neo-Fascism
Bunker moths — vile Kremlin scum,
Hordes of fools, a stench, the media’s drum.
How much rot? How long the lies?
Every traitor there—neo-fascist guise.
Defeat will come, then swift collapse,
No more breeding such dull traps.
Ashes spread, decay’s dark breath,
Reviving Reason will be death.
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Neo-fascists spread their blight —
But ruin comes to end their night.
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The Kremlin Scum
There’s just a whore,
But then there’s Kremlin’s core —
Satan’s vile concubine.
That whore must be wiped clean,
The war’s chief mastermind.
That super-whore
Will sell your mother too,
Her soul half-bought and sold.
They sold the people down the drain,
Or stake the whore — all won’t be killed, it’s true.
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Kremlin whore, vile and cold —
Sells souls cheap, betrays the fold.
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The Herd
The herd drives fools to slaughter,
A final fight for fascist might.
All sheep are blamed for failure,
Though chance was there — not quite in sight.
The horned beast shines once again,
Your fate is sealed, the herd’s undone.
Huge masses fall beneath its reign,
Fascism’s grip grows fierce and won.
They’ll make you vile, a twisted pawn,
And breed more fools to feed their spawn.
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Herd of fools to slaughter led —
Fascism’s fight for mind and dread.
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Putler
A "moped" old fool,
A filthy double’s tool,
Spewing nonsense dread —
Fascism’s stinking spread.
That “moped” will kill kids,
While “bonds” are just skids —
Simply utter trash,
A bottomless crash.
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Putler raves, a stinking blight —
Kills kids while sinking out of sight.
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Generators
Hamster in the wheel —
A simple power source.
That’s what we all feel,
While vile dictators force
Feeds of lies and filth —
For beasts that never tire.
The system’s near its tilth,
The bottom cracks, entire.
The wheel spins fast and wild
Into hell’s deep abyss.
The hamster, meek and mild —
Just stomps without a miss.
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Hamsters spin, dictators feed —
The wheel falls fast to hell’s deep greed.
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Zombies and Fools
Zombies, zombies — thinking’s lost,
Their minds have rotted, gone to waste.
Once fools they were, but poisoned most
By books and speeches, lies misplaced.
The “leaders’” words, the broadcasts vile,
Turned wells of truth to filthy pits.
From human realms, they drained the smile,
Souls sucked dry—no life admits.
Without a soul, just walking dead,
Zombies roam, a cursed swarm.
Yet efforts rise, and soon instead,
These zombies form a deadly form.
Warrior zombies, armies dark,
Satan’s tools with minds erased.
Not just their brains, but souls they bark—
Yet speeches flow with bitter haste.
Obedient and fierce they stand,
Aggressive, stubborn to the core.
Where are you, fools, “our guiding hand”?
Like angels near the abyss’s roar.
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Soulless zombies, fools entranced—
Before the abyss, angels stand entranced.
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Ashes
The sky has torn,
Hell's gates are wide,
Fools stay mute,
While fiends preside.
Fascism, filth,
Fool, zombie too.
Bet odd or even —
All turns to ash, it’s true.
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Sky ripped, hell unleashed —
Fools silenced, all to ash decreased.
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Rashism
“Communism is Soviet power plus electrification of the whole country.”
— Vladimir Lenin
Rashism — power of vile beasts,
A country’s mind turned dumb and dead.
Those monsters’ mouths have long consumed
All scraps they crave to shred.
They need a war to crush and rip
What little’s left — mere bones and tails,
The bits they failed to swallow whole,
Like fishbone stuck in scaled-up trails.
Yet fools heed those disgusting fiends,
Marching to slaughter like it’s work,
They’re pillars of fascist force,
For them, the lies relentlessly jerk.
A thousand lies will flood the air —
“Attack!” the fools rush blindly in.
The sheep-virus was once upon,
But sheep won’t live to see the win.
This scum is set to wipe the flock,
Add lies a bit, then lies will kill —
The final act of falsehood’s mock,
The end of truth, the deathly chill.
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Rashism feeds on lies and hate —
Sheep march to fascism’s gate.
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So-Called “Progress”
A joke:
“Progress made outlets off-limits—
The brightest kids are dropping off.”
“Progress” is a press —
You’re squeezed like lemon peel.
From youth, they crush your zest —
Demons preach their broken spiel.
When pure and lively mind
Is useless to half-men,
Stupid fools stay confined,
Grasping twisted trends.
Ideas fed through that press,
Imprinted in the leaking brain.
For humans, it’s regress,
For demons, a toxic gain.
How to dumb down everyone?
Crush all minds with lies so lame.
Success for fiends is won —
Satan nearly rises again.
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Progress crushes minds like fruit—
Demons laugh, the fools commute.
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Mesozoic Era
Woodpecker-apes and hammer-brains,
Führer-lizards, zombie-drones,
Scavengers small, rivers of lies,
Into seas of madness flow and moan.
There “higher minds” pretend to rule,
A zealot priestess screams her part.
Gnomes and goblins, a false folk’s tool,
They mate a centaur with a wanton heart—
That vile freak becomes a god,
A cursed god in sick disguise,
Born from chaos, lies, and fraud,
A monster worshipped by the blind and wise.
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