Ass-Kissers

Ass-kissers all with endless greed—
Demand the juiciest treat.
Feed their backsides, then proceed
To climb the ranks, elite.

Find a better ass, you’ll rise—
In politics you’ll play.
But lose your own? You’ll pay the price—
You vanish, fade away.

They’ve got a nose for shit and lies,
These freaks who crawl so far.
Their gut’s their guide, their star that flies—
A dark and fetid star.

In world of asses, guts, and slime,
The stench is everywhere.
And brains? Just jelly every time—
If climbing up’s your prayer.



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So-Called "Professionalism"

There, the soul’s distortion’s guaranteed,
Through templates all they see, and heed.
They force the world to fit their mold,
And chaos reigns—madness uncontrolled.



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How to Become a Sheep...

“Afraid to be someone, at last I became no one.”
— Emil Cioran


False goals steer —
Choice’s a lie;
Fear from cradle —
Nothing’s nigh.

Fear and lies,
Faith in a beast;
Everywhere sheep —
Serving the feast.



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Squeezing the Third World Dry

Third world drained —
Flushed down the drain,
Every drop sucked out,
Left only pain.

Back again —
Third world’s deep pit,
Toilet’s hold —
Where hopes all sit.



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The Path and Drivel of a Gray Mare, a Citizen

Fed with nonsense,
Spurred by fear,
A path in darkness —
To scum adheres.



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The Essence of Tyrants’ Rule

To rule —
To crush
All who oppose,
And turn the rest to fools
As strength bestows...
Look! Two-thirds are idiots, froze!



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Constant Lies

Tick-tock tank —
Armor forged in lies.
A mass assault of fake,
Not a world, but shit disguised.



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Explosive Work

Keep your lines sharp, like knives,
End each rhyme with pointed strikes.
If your verses lack the bite—
Slash your veins, pour out the fight.

Now the blood is thin as water:
Crush some TNT and slaughter
All that dullness—let it burn,
Explode the poem—no return!

If your strength is running low,
Fuel with thermonuclear glow.
Let your lines spit venom fast—
Weak and tame won’t ever last.

Blow yourself up with your verse,
Or in Hell you’ll be immersed.
To blow the whole damn Hell away—
The crucial task—why wait today?



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Goals run aground;
Thoughts drowned in lies —
They babble nonsense,
Multiply your rise.

Strength of Spirit —
Here’s the core:
If no luck found —
Devour the gore.



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They beat our own! But not quite there —
On screens they lead the beasts to dare,
False trails for all to blindly chase —
The box of lies, the root disgrace.

The traitors strike from high above,
Their wretched days, their lies they shove
Into fools forced to slave and bleed,
Sent off to war for darkest greed.

One goal — to drag them down below,
Beneath the depths where nothing grows.
The floor is cracked; no shock will bend
The triumph of that cruel end.



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So-called "the people"—
Zombies, fools, and traitors,
Monsters skilled in theft and greed,
The bulk, they call the masses.

If this is truly "people,"
Then all is truly bleak:
Destroy this rabble—
For Earth, like fleas on a cat, they’re weak.



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Rashist Newsfeed

Rashist news — a slaughter’s chant,
Propaganda’s endless rant.
Watch that crap — you’ll turn to wood,
Worthless oak, no good at all, you should.

Worm-eaten oak, a cheap disgrace,
Made into plugs to clog the place.
Once mere "cogs" in "happy" times,
Now the filth in power climbs.

The box of lies—now Führer’s throne,
Commands flow only from its tone.
They’ll saw the oak, strip off its bark,
No shame to wallow in the dark.

And it’ll serve as plugs instead—
To stop the pot from bursting red.
Where the matches? Where the fuel?
Hey, Chief-Zomb-Goat, what’s your rule?



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Labels and "Isms"

Generations full of sloth and crap,
A bloody trail of dumb collapse.
Decay and fools in every head—
In “consciousness,” just nonsense spread.

Only sparks, few grains remain
Of true awareness through the pain.
Not dreams or thoughts that fade away—
The whole damn mind’s ground into clay.

Genocide lasts through the years;
Fascism rules, confirming fears.
Yet rotten fools bow down and praise
Each “ism” in this sick malaise.

New or old — the “ism’s” game,
Communism, or human’s name—
Labels hung in madman’s gaze,
Fascism wears them all the same.



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Filth on Screen

The bacillus of films twists the facts,
Distorts the truth till it all cracks.
Films worse than terror’s cruel attack—
Poisoned lies fed to billions back.

They shove it through the stench-filled streams,
Through schools, through rest—no place for dreams.
Hybrid wars inject their schemes,
Instead of bombs, these toxic memes.

Not just the victims, armies built
From docile fools, by fear and guilt.
Fascism rises, sows the pain,
While believers fuel its reign.



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The Cuckoo

Cuckoo, how long will you keep tocking
In this mad, corrupt, forsaken place?
Killing soul and mind, soul-blocking —
Enduring vile disgrace with grace?



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Like Christmas...

Mad fools bring all the troubles here,
A twisted, broken, ruthless crowd.
Years drag on, like worn-out gear,
In fascism’s grim, triumphant shroud.

They shaped us with the fake CowID,
Then tested us with brutal war.
Few honest minds remain to see —
The scum who never think, deplore.

The worst enemy by far, these pests,
Through them will come the grim “reign,”
Of genocide — their vile guests —
They’ll greet this horror like a gain.



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The Groundhog Age

The Groundhog Age — destruction, wars,
And endless rule of iron hand!
If slaves you are — then bear the cause,
The vile worm’s who rules the land.



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Simpleton Fool...

Simpleton fool — is it fate,
Or just genetics’ cruel bait?
No, it’s Doom — the world will die
Through their hands, a slave and lie.

Madness rules, and all they do
Is wild chaos, nothing new.
But impossible by lies so vile
To make truth bend for a while.

Lie must be pushed, bold and loud,
Through the ages, thick as cloud.
Fears must spread, a filthy seed,
Sown forever — madness’ creed.

Simpleton fool — the mass around,
A madhouse whole, no soul is found.
Conscience, honor, spirit slain —
They make beasts out of the sane.



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Ivan the Fool, Western Style

Billy bullied, beat him down,
With wild lies, a vicious crown.
Crafting this new breed of kind —
Where the mind’s left almost blind.



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Bullshit

So much bullshit, little sense,
Like a storm of nonsense dense.
Bullshit makes you crippled, blind —
Castrated fools of every kind.



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Path of the Fighting Sheep

Alma mater —
A dull and bitter grind,
A stubborn prick —
Love’s cursed bind.
Lost in faiths,
A fool’s hobby spree,
Wives, girlfriends,
Friends, neighbors — pitiful debris.

Endless struggles
To forget death’s game,
A stupid ram,
In fear and shame,
Marches to labor,
Marches to slaughter —
Ruled by a tyrant,
Hell’s own author.



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Fake Life

Rest, corpse, calm! —
The end is here, the final bomb.
To the grave — with worthy tone,
And let the beasts be overthrown.



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Not just booze and wild affairs —
They call it "Olympus" there.
Also "royal" salted fish...
Stuck deep in the "kingdom’s" dish...



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Autumn leaves are swirling round...
On air, a ceaseless stonefall sound:
Lies pour down on heads like rain...
Live soul, don’t touch the box of pain!

There lies like steel or hardened stone,
Strong enough to crush the bone—
It drives out reason, leaves the dead,
The madness of attacks widespread.



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So-Called “Advanced Yoga”

Relaxation,
Realization —
Buzzwords in a toxic blend.
Fraud and fear and fake salvation,
Laziness that has no end.

But awareness of damnation
Is a thing they never teach.
“Give us bliss!” — the blind ovation
From the herd that tyrants preach.

Face your Hell before you’re burning,
If there’s fire left in your soul.
Wake the f*** up! Truth is churning —
Not some dream of being “whole.”



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Delusions

If you dare not face the madness
That has nested in your core,
You'll be crushed in Hell’s own badness—
Where the mind exists no more.

We’re at threshold. Hell lies open.
Crowds are swarming, wild and loud—
Scum all pushing, blindly hopin’
To be first among the crowd.

From our youth, the rot is growing—
Only few will stand and fight.
Most are wrong, and barely knowing—
That alone’s a bitter might.

“Education” means sedation—
Drills for cogs in slave-machine.
Madness passed through generations—
Is the finest cage they’ve seen.



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The Rant of False History

They say history repeats —
Wouldn't progress do the same?
No — it crawls through wild deceits,
Spurred by madness, press, and shame.

Lies decay us, deeply rooted,
While "the past" becomes a tool —
Used by "scholars", dull, deluded,
To control and to befool.

“Less is worse,” they preach of chains —
Twisting truth to fit their schemes.
Tyrants' filth in old domains
Now gets sold as noble dreams.

Was there ever darker slavery
Than the one we now endure?
CowID proved, with grim bravery,
Just how deep the filth can lure.

It’s the same old madness spinning —
Nothing new beneath the sun.
Only sarcasm feels fitting
For this circus they call “run.”



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Almost a Joke

Tricks bring pain —
Life’s a stunt.
Less you strain,
If you're blunt.

More of fight,
Less of noise.
Dare the light —
Not fate’s ploys.

Tricks are chains,
But you’re free
If you chase
Love’s path — see?

Walk, don’t juggle.
Truth is near.
Jokes may struggle,
But without them — disappear.



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Rewards and Reliefs

A bagel's hole — your grand reward
For seeking truth and staying bold.
Oblivion is the just accord —
This mad world’s promise has run cold.

The past will peel, the “new” will fade,
For nothing new is ever real.
It’s all a weary, cheap charade —
Just wait for Death to sign the deal.



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A Hole for a Crown

A bagel’s hole — that’s all the prize
For poets, writers who won’t sell.
The whores in suits, with glossy lies,
Are crawling everywhere like hell.

Add countless traitors to the game,
And all the weak who kiss the boot
Of thugs who rise through bluff and shame —
Their “honors” soon will just pollute.

But here’s the twist — in days now gone,
At least they read. Today? Not much.
Now in this century, the pawn
Is tested by a viral sludge:

A stream of memes and TikTok reels —
Their minds were flushed by viral feeds.
The truth? Replaced by shouting deals
From armies selling junk as creeds.



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They sell you rot, then call it gold —
You speak the truth? You're bought and sold.
The prize is nothing, just a hole —
While lies devour the public soul.



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The Future of the Global Madhouse

Three-fourths here don’t deserve to breathe —
These bastards feed the coming lash.
Because of them, the fiends beneath
Will grind us down — no joke, no flash.

CowID paused — a war on hold.
New plagues are planned by wicked swine,
For empty minds do as they're told,
Still drunk on fear and fed with lies.

This herd of fools, in full decay,
Will drag us into chains and hell.
The beasts are betting all will pay,
Since drooling mobs obey so well.

They’ll grind us down with false alarms —
Just feed the filth to vacant brains.
What lies ahead brings no calm charms,
Just storms, just pain, just choking chains.

Yet there's a joy — a final spark:
This madness will not last too long.
The madhouse burns — and in the dark,
The sun will rise to right the wrong.



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Challenges in the Circles of Hell

Let challenge meet the challenge face to face —
Not by denial's sterile repetition,
But honor clashing clean, with no disgrace,
No fear, no doubt, no cowardly submission.

Hell's spirals twist, and trials there abound.
What once was wild, rebellious, blazing bright,
Seems tame the deeper down — where fools are crowned
For trading truth for comfort in the night.



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False Time of the Luciferian System

Is it a test of time — or weight?
Time’s worse: it feeds the Dark's domain.
We call it "time", but what we hate
Is slow decay of soul and brain.

This "time" is rot — a masquerade,
A cloak for entropy and lies.
And still the Beast is served, obeyed —
Both then, and now, beneath dead skies.

It isn’t time — it’s time’s disguise.
Above time dwells a higher sphere,
But we, the spawn of sunken minds,
Have made it custom to adhere

To lies — from priests and pseudo-thought,
Who cripple Space and Time with rules.
They sell their souls, then sell what's taught —
A creed imposed by mindless ghouls.

Don’t trust. Go deep. The path is yours —
Within you dwells the light, the key.
Let intuition open doors,
But keep your mind alive and free.



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The Union of Truth and Sludge

A mix of essence, filth, and grime —
That’s how verse crawls through modern time.
In worlds of sleaze and creeping dread,
Our nerves burn out, the soul half-dead...



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Expanding the Bounds of Knowing — Together, Without False Science

The self — a cycle stuck in place,
A dull routine we all embrace.
Critical thought? They chase it off —
No space to question, all is scoffed.

The “atom” world — a beast’s design,
Born from lies fed as “divine.”
More cheese to trap, more filthy lies,
A bait to blind collective eyes.

Together only Hell’s escaped,
But all asleep — world’s night draped.
Will dawn arise? There’s just one light:
That Dawn will burn the shame, the blight.



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Information War

Tanks don’t fear the mud or grime.
But "divs" of leaks are primed to strike —
You must fight "divs" with cunning crimes,
Or lies will finish what they like.

Pour the sludge into the net,
Crush the dumb lies, no regret.
Bravery’s needed just the same,
Even if the pay’s so lame.

Fight as guerilla, free,
Anger’s fuel for victory.
All the fiends will get their due
When the world’s last hours are through.


(Note: “Div” — a block element that marks a text fragment.)



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Create!

Create — don’t rot or fake.
Strive — don’t dream or break.
Wither, die, if forced to lie—
Truth’s the only way to fly!

Oceans drown in lies and slime,
Sold-out fools in darkest time.
CowID’s cult, the fascist reign,
Praised by scum, a vile stain.

But harsh justice draws its line —
Everyone must pay in time.
They’ll burn the madhouse to the ground,
Build new Halls of Lies around.



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The Purifying Fire

The Devil’s mark is branded here,
On all, it burns, sharp as a spear.
Fiends strike lies like scorching flame,
They scorch, they kill, they spread the shame.

They brand the souls with ruthless spite,
Bold, sly, they thrive in darkest night.
But now the game comes to an end —
A fire burns to cleanse and mend.

A different flame will purge the stain,
Bring joy to souls freed from their chain,
Destroying fiends in fiery sweep,
Awakening the pure to keep.



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Fair Winds to Your Stern…

Fair winds beneath your keel, take flight —
Escape this Hell, abandon night!
This Shame will vanish, fade, and fall:
Each vile fiend will answer all!

They’ll pay — even those who cower,
Silent, trembling, lost their power.
Salvation lies in flight alone —
So leave this Shame, this Hell, this Throne!



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Tales and Dances

Tales and dances, all rehearsed —
Wind-up fools, forever cursed,
Even old, the masks remain:
Puppeteers, the scum, the stain.

Clumsy lies the liar spits,
Only fools believe these bits.
Crude, absurd, a tyrant’s grin —
“Kind uncle” hides the sin.

Axes drawn ‘twixt good and ill,
Sew white threads to scare and kill.
Anything they’ll justify,
Pseudoscience to crucify.

CowID’s “science” fools the herd —
More such “wonders” will be heard.
This vile breed, a bitch’s spawn,
Knocked at heaven — now it's gone…
Hell rejoices — demon’s dawn.



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Like a "Dream Factory"

So many films on cops and law,
But art? Almost none you saw.
The cabal sets the scene that way —
Gloss on freaks to make them sway.

Then “four-eyes” or “geek” in frame
Looks like fool to madness’ game.
Sheepish, dumb, sold-out in suit —
Like Holmes or heroes in old route.

Work goes on to "normalize"
Those who lose their sanity’s prize.
A “normal” label stuck on queer —
Nonsense from that dream factory here.

Souls derailed, humanity drained,
Reason turned to babbling, insane.
Watch that stew — pure carelessness:
Leaves a bitter soul’s distress.



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Lie and Finish Off...

Fuss and pointless strife,
Strife that’s never just —
Fuss feeds lies to life —
The end: a total bust.

Focus just on survival —
Kills the mind inside.
Lie and lie, revival?
The soul crushed by the tide.



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Cramming, Zeal, and Discipline

Youth’s bright fire burns to ash,
In cramming dull, petty stuff,
And zeal misplaced, a crash —
Not thinking’s roughest bluff.

But copying vile false gods —
Made just to drag you down —
Such fate for many clods.
If bold, you’ll see the clown.

To kill talent’s no great feat —
Make "nothing" idolized,
Lie shamelessly, repeat,
And with discipline, despised.



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Horseshoes for the Donkey

Jehovah’s just a horseshoe
For a two-legged ass,
He died — they forge anew
For all their worthless mass.

These donkeys—backs all cracked—
Drag pointless loads in vain.
A carrot dangled, sticks cracked,
Calm seas hide all the pain.

If you’re not a donkey,
They’ll hunt or cast you out.
These devils rule the money,
Slap horseshoes all about.

A real God is creation —
He needs no slaves or fools,
But died in witch’s nation,
Bound by their cruel rules.

For two-legged donkeys only,
Horseshoes hold such weight.
The normal ones walk freely—
Protected by their fate.



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Fertilizing with Ash

Don’t waste your breath on fools —
They’re lost beyond repair.
Just kindling for their tools,
They’ll burn it all to air.

But after night, at dawn,
The world will bloom with ash.
Like children, hearts will spawn,
Not minds that only clash.

If heart and mind align —
Then balance lights the way.
But how to teach the blind?
They’ll never understand, no way!



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System Corruption

Once you’re inside—the game is known;
No way to dodge decay.
Blind, mute, to speak is to lie shown—
Truth dies, replaced by sway.

Negative selection’s rule,
The system’s famed decay.
Once thieves were plain—now lies the tool,
Master deceit’s the way.

Each one’s bound tight with dirt and shame,
Control by blackmail’s grip.
Avoid it—every nation’s lame,
Fascism’s tightening whip.

We’re stuck so deep, no way to win—
The road ahead’s descent.



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Mirages of Corrupt Stumps

Spin your tales, Emelya, not empty lies —
No use in this world where falsehood thrives.
All empty talkers lay soft disguise —
But falls hurt deep, where mirage lies.

Their falsehood’s weak, can’t cushion the blow,
Their goal’s just to push you down low.
Truth here is moss, old and slow —
You’re mossed yourself if you call it woe,

And value fools who sell cheap breath,
Spin or believe — you’ll save your skin’s death...
For now... but you’ll vanish, lost in the fray —

“The soul must toil,” or waste away.
No mere illusion is Hell’s decree:
It’s mirages from corrupt dead trees.



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Failing...

The collective farm, "A Hundred Years No Yield" —
A metaphor for mind’s lost field.
The mind keeps failing, failing hard,
Soon all will vanish, leave no shard.

Total lies and dumbness spread,
An "industry" of fools ahead.
To bear this filth is crime so grave,
Yet ages pass — the cursed wave.

So here we stand, the end’s in sight —
The farm’s a desert, dead of light.
Those who don’t fight, they’ve lost their fate —
The fiend will send them to death’s gate.

The fighters may fall, yet save their soul,
While foul disgrace consumes this whole.
World rotten, vile, damned to rot —
Your time is done, your fate is shot.



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The Core of the Chaos

The core of Chaos — deeper dread:
A world torn loose, by lies misled,
Where best among us falls and dies
Beneath deceit and dark disguise.

Lie bolder, sharper, full of spite,
Spread fear to choke out all the light.
Let fraud grow vile, more cruel still —
Corrupt the soul with poisoned will.



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