The foolish sheep, from twisted schemes,
Will never break free — luck’s just dreams!
If gluttony’s his only art,
He’s blind and mute, with no true heart.
Born a beast, this sheep’s a fool,
No need for praise for such a tool.
If you hope, you’re just a clown,
In this poor world, it's all “down.”
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The stinking scum, the vile beasts,
Sold all in lies, in a world deceased.
The outcome's clear — all freaks must go,
Only the drunkard didn't know.
Bastards ANYONE, who don't fight the Dark,
If you don’t, you've lost your spark.
Is this the majority? A reason for shame?
To stoop to the level of this corrupt game?
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Saving money's foolish, I’ve spent it all,
Greed is a sin, a fatal call.
Add stupidity to the mix, you see,
A fool, a puppet, that’s what he’ll be.
Controlled by bribes and laced with lies,
He stands before us with vacant eyes.
He knows how to chew with his head,
But devours greed, never dead.
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Cops are asses with big ears,
Serving BEASTS, fooling peers.
They boss around, ignore the uprisings,
Holding back with idiotic disguisings.
The rest is just excuses spun,
They love to add some colorful fun:
“Fighting crime is our true task...”
In between, for monsters to bask.
For them, the goal is to suppress revolt,
Crime? They don’t care—just a remote.
Cops pretend they’re on the case,
Finding something in their chase.
They fool the fools with lies untold—
In films, a cop’s noble, bold.
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The black cat purrs more sweetly, you’ll find,
When you carry food of every kind.
It seems that visions in black are strong,
Don’t touch the black cat, fool, you’re wrong!
It often crosses the road, unaware,
Of a fool’s problems, beyond repair.
They’re of a subtle, twisted kind,
While idiots stumble, dull and blind.
In this world, all is BLACK, you see,
The black cat’s a symbol pure and free.
If you grow a bit more sensitive, you’ll know,
You’ll see the blind crowd stumbling below.
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A world of lies that clings and claws,
Where clouds are shadows, dark and raw.
Here, they brand with filth and grime,
A cursed cross for all of time.
Baptized, you’re pushed into your pen,
You must earn your food again.
If you're a traitor—beastly brew,
The sycophants will circle you.
Like goats that lead the sheep to slaughter,
Here, they march, no sense of water.
A genocide, a vile disgrace—
This world is doomed, no saving grace.
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The freaks of Nature, wild and bold,
Dream of taking bites untold.
Madmen hack the tree away,
To carve their future from decay.
But little's left to claim or hold,
And soon they’ll swing, their fate foretold—
A branch that’s new, a bitter test,
As Death draws near, and takes its rest.
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Heresy is driven forth by Evil's grin,
With false science as its deadly hymn.
Sensitivity, wit, and courage, too,
Are vital to keep your mind in view.
Lest darkness fall and blind the soul,
The beast's the path, the final goal.
Their task is to decay both Spirit and Honor,
With Conscience in their sights, a hunted goner.
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On your mark! Attention!! STOP!!!
This world’s always the same.
In it, lies are crowned as gods,
And fools, the first to feel the shame.
Tear apart the mindless throng,
Destroy their power, drag them along.
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Madness grew — the fools all bent,
But finally, they woke, and then
They saw that Doom had come to stay,
Embracing them like father’s way.
He’ll lead them to the gates of Hell,
The fools, once more, will swell and yell.
Call filth “honey,” they’ll devour,
Not seeing chains, they’ll feel no power.
Call Hell their paradise, they’ll cheer,
And drown the world in blood and fear.
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Obedient Nonsense-Mind
“Pedagogy”—a word so clever—
“Logic” fed from heights above:
Kill the mind that dares be ever
Free, and cage it like a dove.
There’s the flaw in all their teaching,
Rigged and rotten to the core:
Brutes they need—uncouth, unpreaching—
Rot in lies, then beg for more.
Crammed with junk until the swelling
Blasts the memory to dust—
Any thinking, any yelling
Gets erased. Obey, you must.
That’s the standard. That’s the measure.
Paved in grey, the dismal route.
Only drones receive the treasure:
Those who swallow lies and doubt.
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Kill the mind and train a fool —
That’s the core of every school.
Truth is banned, and lies are fed.
Think too much — you’re better dead.
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Obey, consume, and never ask.
The school is just a brainwash mask.
They cage your mind and feed you dirt —
And praise you most when thinking hurts.
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Dumb on cue — that’s school’s ideal.
Facts are fake, and lies are real.
Think too loud? They'll call it sin.
Shut your brain — that's how you win.
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Thought is crime.
Dumb is prime.
March in line —
Waste your time.
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Learn to crawl, not think or see.
Swallow trash — get your degree.
Truth is dead, but grades are gold.
Be the puppet. Do what’s told.
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Donkeys on the Road to Hell
The old one reeks.
The new one stinks!
But the fool still speaks
Of "fate" — how it links!
A genocide slow,
Through centuries spread.
So your fate? To bow
And die half-dead.
It’s all a farce,
This “glorious” day.
If you count as “stars”
The filth and decay.
Dreams, they say,
Will light your track —
But dreams just pave
The road to black.
And we — the donkeys, blind and tame —
Are whipped ahead with hopes... and shame.
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You dream — they lead.
You doubt — they feed.
Die in line.
That’s their design.
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March with hope, obey the bell —
Donkeys dream their way to hell.
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“Fate,” they say — while you decay.
Dream, obey, then rot away.
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Same old stink in a fresher shell.
Dreamers die on the road to hell.
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Free Yourself from All the Crap
Free yourself from all the lies,
Live with calm, let thought arise,
Save your soul and clear your mind,
Leave the fear of beasts behind.
Fear and madness fill the land —
Only solitude can stand.
Peace is rare — the world’s a fraud,
Ruled by demons selling God.
All creative sparks are dead,
Choked by what the devils spread.
Those who drag “goodness” through the slime
Are hollow now — and past their time.
They serve the fiends, they keep things still,
No longer human — just goodwill
For filth and rot. So bear the strife —
But never bow to shit in life.
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Free your mind, escape the lie.
Live for truth — or just die.
Serve no beast, bow to no filth.
Face the world, and claim your will.
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Escape the junk, break the chains.
Feed your soul, not their gains.
They sell you hell, you sell them life —
But never kneel to death or strife.
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The world’s a trap, don’t feed the lies.
Stand your ground, or lose your mind.
Fight the crap, with every breath.
Never bow to filth or death.
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Drown the lies, let silence scream.
Don’t obey their poisoned dream.
They thrive on lies, you fight the beast.
Never bow — stand for the feast.
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Hasten to Understand in Silence
Hasten, grasp the truth in quiet,
The essence here, this hellish land.
Fail to see — you’ll lose your riot,
Your chance for grace, your soul unmanned.
Do you wish to rot in Hell?
If you don’t get it, you will fall.
Soon the flames will rise and swell,
As reptiles feast in evil’s thrall.
Decay, it lingers. You can see
The limits of this twisted state.
Only he who’s brave and free
Won’t let the filth control his fate.
You’re a fool if you tolerate
The lies, the mockery they deal.
Doesn’t sick you — vile, cruel hate?
The lies they spin, the false appeal?
Then your life was wasted, friend,
To call it life would be a jest.
Bow to beasts, and break or bend,
Thank them for the lies they blessed?
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Bow to lies, and rot in hell.
Life’s a joke — you played it well.
Stand and fight, or bend and break.
Truth or lies — choose what’s at stake.
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Lies, they live, and so do you —
Dying slow, and thinking true.
Stand your ground, or bow to rot,
Choose your fate, or rot a lot.
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If you stand for lies, you die.
Don’t kneel to filth, or wonder why.
Choose to fight, or rot and burn,
Truth is all — you’ll soon learn.
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You live in lies, you die in shame,
Thank them for your rotten game.
Bow to beasts, you’ll never win —
It’s hell they sell, it’s hell you’re in.
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Liquefied Delusions
Just recently, I caught some chatter —
More nonsense for my growing pile.
Inheritor of minds that shatter,
A humble lunatic in style.
Here lies and drivel fill the weather,
But I’m no bird — I am a shell.
Too late to dream of soaring feathers,
Yet in decay, I’m doing well.
Delusions melt into a river —
An ocean rising, thick and wide.
A copper lid will soon deliver
The death of eagles in their pride.
But shells are made for such a broth —
I’ll add more madness to my trove.
Though reason drowned in lies and froth,
Its market price is far too low.
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Emptiness, Estrangement
Estrangement, loss — a sacred token:
The soul departs decay and dust.
Its ties to rot and ruin broken,
It seeks — perhaps — a path more just.
It won’t abide in dread or madness,
But hunts for Light through darkest haze.
Few find it — yet defying sadness
Means more than basking in its blaze.
For searching is the soul’s true nature,
More vital than the light it seeks.
If stilled, content in falseful stature —
It sinks in phantoms, lost and weak.
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The Inevitability of Failure
(After a quote by Mark Twain)
“It's hard to believe one lives a life
Without, at heart, declaring it a loss.”
He knew the world: its noise, its strife —
A stacked-up game where fools are boss.
We drown in fear, in lies we're raised,
This vile little world’s the stage.
A pyramid of dullness, praised,
That cages thought and stirs up rage.
This madness — vast, industrial-sized —
Will wear down even strongest hearts.
Alone we drift, dehumanized,
As evil pulls the world apart.
And soon comes end — a grim parade —
Where all attempts to shift the tide
Are just more failures, retrograde,
Especially if hope’s applied.
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A fool-built world on lies and fear —
No soul breaks through, no truth draws near.
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The Priests
They sell you "Heaven" like the Cup —
Finals of some holy game.
Buy tickets high, then mark them up —
And sell your soul to chase the same.
But lies have cost — Hell takes its due.
And if you sell yourself for gain,
You serve the Devil — dressed in black,
Where blind submission keeps you chained.
No room for Spirit. Mind? Forbidden.
Their sacred texts are slave-made fiction.
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War on Reason and Humanity
Unchained, unhinged — that’s how to live,
Or choke beneath the weight of lies.
The rot is thick, and they won’t give —
It’s falsehood used as battle cries.
Corruption floods from every screen —
A weapon in the Creature’s grip.
The filth is vast, the stench obscene,
It chokes the soul, it makes minds slip.
Only the fierce, the wild, the clear
Can cast this madness off and see.
But docile sheep will cling to fear —
And die in blind captivity.
Their goal? To kill what makes us true —
All humanness erased by lies.
This war’s not waged with swords — but through
The soul’s slow murder in disguise.
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They wage a war through poisoned screens —
To burn the soul, destroy what means.
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1.
Obey or rot — that’s their demand.
Truth dies beneath a liar’s brand.
2.
They flood the world with toxic lies —
To crush all thought and cauterize.
3.
The soul’s on fire — they call it peace.
But truth begins where chains release.
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The Storm Within
A storm within is not despair —
It means you’ve cracked the leash.
You feel the lies stripped layer by layer
From off your soul and flesh.
They train us young to trust the fake,
To swallow lies as fate —
It’s how they teach the mind to break,
And keep you in their state.
Like spinning spokes, the fear and lies
Flash in the hamster cage.
And truth? It flickers, barely tries...
Just dust and dread — this stage.
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1.
The storm inside is not defeat —
It means you're breaking from deceit.
2.
They spin the wheel with fear and lies —
Obey, go numb — or start to rise.
3.
A soul that storms is not yet dead —
But one that sleeps is led — and bled.
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Agony of the Luciferian System
The System’s last and final fight
Is with the remnants called “the People.”
Blind sheep, mute, shackled tight,
Under demons’ iron steeple.
The fragments cannot join or stand —
So everything will be erased.
No clear mind can understand
The truth when lies have been embraced.
It draws its own conclusions blind,
Cut off the cords of cruel deceit —
That keep the herd locked, chained, confined,
Controlled by fear, and lies repeat.
The System’s agony displayed,
By CowID’s harsh, revealing light:
Falsehoods, fears, memes dismayed —
A pitiful, disgraceful blight.
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Umka loves to crunch her fish.
To fools, lies taste like honey sweet:
Satan will cradle all with tricks —
Wild lies will drag you to defeat!
CowID showed the battle’s core —
Deception strong, a brutal force.
Only scum obey the lore,
Fools get banished, lost their course.
Analysis? Long dead and gone.
Critical thought’s beneath the floor.
Hysteria reigns, emotions spawn —
The rabble’s lost its chance for more.
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Apocalypse
The tyrants reign, the madness spreads,
A world consumed by endless fear.
They strike where fragile spirit threads —
The soul is thin, the dust is near.
The rotten world is sharp and coarse,
Its grains cut deep, the truth is clear.
It’s time to end this cruel farce —
The answer to the dark is near.
We’ll live within the Subtle Plane —
Where souls find grace, their true estate.
But liars, scum, in Hades’ reign —
Shall lie to devils, sealed their fate.
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Shaitans act like masters,
In this pitiful small world.
They strike the Heart with cruel blasters,
Through lies, fools are swiftly hurled.
The fool becomes their weapon,
And fools form their cruel horde.
Their fictions, lies — the deadly lesson:
A call to kill, their word.
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An Alternative to September First
A holiday for Thought’s own skill,
On some September day:
If falsehoods fill your mind to spill,
Then all “learning” fades away.
Memory overloaded with trash
Kills living thought inside,
And twists the soul in foolish rash —
You join the fools’ dull tide.
To Evil dullness, school’s a base,
Its roots sink deep and strong.
Be sharp, be brave—refuse to place
Your faith where lies belong.
Only Thought can sift the trash,
Cut through the fog, move on.
Though fools around in slow-motion crash,
Falsehood won’t consume the strong.
Now lies are weapons, clear and grim—
As CowID revealed.
In this deceitful, sinking brim,
Independent minds are nearly killed.
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High-Carbon Lies
Forged deep down to core and base,
The alloy’s made of lies.
Bound tight in that deceitful case,
Just add a spark — it dies.
The core will crack, the bones remain,
A skeleton exposed.
They chant the same dull, twisted strain
For years, in cycles closed.
Now everywhere, bare skeletons stand,
Meat gone, replaced by lies.
Bones like daggers in Reason’s hand —
The Mind with fear complies.
This scene throws all in trembling dread —
An Armageddon’s face,
Of wretched fools long banished, dead,
And Spirit lost from place.
The last small step to Darkness near...
If you surrender here,
Your soul will break, the end is clear —
No light will reappear.
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A Sufi Tale
Fears of Darkness —
News of Light,
Plus the Shackles:
Wild madness’ blight.
Yet it scatters,
Saving Spirit’s flame.
News blows fresh —
The tale’s the same...
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Kicked-Around Life
No fun without the football game —
Hard to spot “ours” in the fray.
In a world of lies and shame,
Only fandom keeps the gray.
“Life” — a sickness; football’s cure.
It’s so simple, if you see
This realm as a kingdom pure —
“The Realm of Nonsense’ spree.”
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To the Bottom
Like stone, I sink into the deep —
Drowned in lies that never sleep.
No escape, no place to run —
Herds stumble blind into the sun.
To break the BOTTOM — fiends’ design,
This Earth’s been chained by hands malign.
Just a step from depths so cruel —
Forget the “spark divine” and rule.
Beneath the BOTTOM lies pure Hell,
Where stupid fiends and demons dwell.
Soullessness — their twisted prize,
In Hell, the only true disguise.
Prepare, for countless soulless spawn
Await where light is dead and gone.
If you forsake the goal above,
You'll reap the “cauldrons” and the “shove.”
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