Stray Souls
A house cat, tossed into the wild,
May change—but won’t be lost to time.
While man, once cast aside, defiled,
Will rot like trash, left to the grime.
For beasts, instinct remains intact,
Far stronger than in human kind.
Yet still, this world is cold and cracked—
If even mad souls lie confined.
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The Global Circus on a Wire
The circus struggles—times are dire,
New clowns have caught the crowd’s desire—
A politician on the screen,
A flood of jesters, bold, obscene.
They’re paid so well! The grand charade—
One show for all—CowID displayed.
A world-wide act, the filth receives
Its cues from masters in the eaves.
The Horned Clown rules—their guiding hand,
Directors, writers—his command.
And every actor in the play
Must spread the filth without delay.
Each script more mindless than before,
A grotesque show—a rotten core.
The crowd won’t see the blatant lies—
A few protest, the rest comply.
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A Question for the "Medical Minds"
We've got a surgeon, doc, and shrink,
For every pain, for every kink.
But where’s the fool-ologist, pray tell?
The world’s infested—can’t you tell?
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The Crooked Path
Dead ends are where the roads will lead,
But twist the path—no need for speed.
Just make the turns a daily norm,
And miss the crash amidst the storm.
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Permanent Fascism
The coffin nails are weak and cracked—
The Beast returns with strength intact.
Revived from slumber, bold and sly,
It calls old Hell the "New" and "High."
And fools will cheer, they’ll take the bait—
No tyrant shouts, "I bring you hate!"
If first he feeds, they’ll trust his charm,
Then lies will lock them in his arms.
Deception leads where slaughter waits,
For bloodshed is the fraud’s real fate.
And "foes" will soon be named again—
Picked from the lands of "neighbor-men."
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A Miraculous Escape
A secret way to hide, you say?
An island passed to you one day?..
Or better yet—let Muse decree,
And follow art to set you free!
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Sketch
A plundered land, a hollow scheme,
Fear and nonsense—like a dream.
Truth means nothing, wealth is king—
Such is life in everything.
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The Ram and the Brake
Once again, the ram’s misled,
Trusting liars, bold and sly.
Had he brakes to halt their thread,
He’d be free, not left to die.
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The Miracle of Nonsense
A wondrous trick—how grand, how neat!
They spew their filth, the crowd drinks sweet.
"A gift from heaven!"—they proclaim,
And point above to hide their shame.
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Heart, Not Will or Mind
Listen close—let Heart be guide,
Not cold Reason, not dull Pride.
Gold and glory pass you by,
Yet your voice will reach the sky.
Strength and power—let them grow,
Shaped in verse, in prose, in art.
Not for “fame,” just let it flow,
Light and free—your truest part.
Thoughts weigh heavy, press too deep,
Crushing dreams that long to leap.
Drown in logic, force your Muse—
All you’ll make is empty ruse.
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The Fierce Sarcasm of the Abyss
Wit is weak, a petty sting—
A gnat that bites a beast, unseen.
Evil thrives—it rules the ring,
So load your rage, let scorn grow keen.
Fierce Sarcasm, forged in fire,
Keeps you breathing through the stench—
Through the rot of their empire,
Through the lies they proudly clench.
Trained since childhood, minds are chained,
Propaganda rules the land.
School—designed to keep you drained,
Work—a shovel in your hand.
Fury stands as separation
From this world of filth and grime.
With each rising generation,
Less of Soul and less of Mind.
Dull and spineless, lost in masses,
Marching blind to crush the few.
War on Thought—the breach collapses,
Soon the pit will break right through.
Fierce Sarcasm shields your spirit,
When they cast the Beast away.
Hell replaced, yet can’t you hear it?
Darker Hells are on their way.
Satan’s "fragrance" creeping lower,
Through the cracks—a wretched tide.
Tyrants rise, the bombs fall slower,
Madness swells, and war’s applied.
Darkness sells its "Super!" slogan,
Rotting minds beneath the spell.
Wit alone is far too broken—
Scorn explodes, and cracks the shell.
For the ones who stand unyielding,
Who refuse decay’s cruel game—
Only Rage will give them shielding,
Only Fire will feed the Flame!
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A Fabricated Tale and Modern Nonsense
The "ancient glory" haunts again
The minds of slaves—depraved, insane.
It keeps the youth in restless chains,
Yet truth is Shame, Decay, and Pain.
What glory, then? The cause is dire—
A rotten loop, a doomed affair.
From shadows, ruling with its fire,
The soulless beast directs the herd.
Their fate? The slaughter, endless shearing,
As once before—no change at all.
History—venom, dark, deceiving,
A lie that pulls you down to crawl.
From Depths to Abyss—one direction,
The course of mankind through the years.
And foul deceit, in its infection,
Transforms men’s souls to beasts of fears.
Behold! The Abyss, reeking, endless,
And War—a shadow in its wake.
Think for yourself, defy the senseless,
See through the Nonsense. Hell’s at stake.
Behind the Fraud, the Devil’s grinning,
Too vast to notice, clear as day.
For sheep—new gates, yet none are winning,
Just empty space and void decay.
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Almost a Daily Sketch
Lazy dumplings, days so bleak —
We’re slaves to hell, absurd and weak.
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The Question
I take black paint and start to trace
A portrait, landscapes, lines unclear.
Some faces seem so out of place—
At times, their meaning isn’t near.
Then crimson ochre joins the night,
With blood and darkness mixed anew.
Amidst this world so dull and trite—
Have I not grasped a single clue?
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Rat Race
The rat race is spinning.
Grow fatter! Grow fatter!
The vile rise to winning—
More ruthless, more bitter.
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Sea of sorrow, thoughts are none—
Is the dreary path had done?..
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Crisis of Genre
When "strangeness" yields to lies instead,
And praise is sung to all things dead,
The fleeting world is not your key—
Stay true to strangeness, let it be.
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Faith is Sulfur, Mind in Lies
Deceit's prevailed, the mind's astray—
And sulfur burns where faith once lay!
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The Last Drops of Humanity
"A drop of humanity is worth more than all the rules in the world."
—Jean Piaget
Squeeze them out, drop by drop,
Seal them in a grand display.
Step on rakes, let lies not stop—
Deceit must lead the way.
New laws written, forged with hate,
So demons reign and rot consumes.
Humanity fades—this is our fate,
While darkness laughs, the void resumes.
Few drops left—CowID has shown,
The lowest depths we’ve plunged beneath.
The masses fell, their shame now known—
A global fall, a fate of grief.
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Komsomol-Fascist Truth
The worm of doubt is dead—destroyed,
By "truth" in poison, thickly spread.
The Führer speaks—his truth is law,
Doubt it once, and you’ll be dead.
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The Light of True Wisdom
True wisdom’s light must find its way
Through science twisted into lies.
But walls of falsehood block the day—
Soft light alone won’t break their ties.
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Dreams of the Future
To dream of days that lie ahead
Feels pointless when the now is bare.
Not just despair and fear we dread—
Delusion hangs thick in the air.
Cause and effect: the course is set,
Tomorrow sinks below today.
You'll wake to find your world beset,
Where rubbish leads—and you obey.
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Phantasmagorias of Pseudoscience
"The progress of knowledge requires constant reformulation of previous viewpoints."
— Jean Piaget
To rewrite theories—what’s the use?
They’ve turned to specters, lost in haze.
No longer serve the mind—abused,
A tangled web of hollow maze.
They serve but evil, clear as day—
CowID has shown the world this plight.
And progress withered, slipped away—
Too many parasites to fight.
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Degradation
To blend an actor with his role—
A warning sign, a troubling mark.
This way, the world will lose control
And soon descend to rot and dark.
It happened once, yet now we see
The agents push them more and more—
"Stay in your script, let life agree!"
Both on and off the film set's floor.
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Pseudoscience Is a Curse
A cunning game, a wicked scheme—
It buys the crowd with market wares.
Then floods the world with hollow dreams,
And nonsense reigns, yet no one cares.
They mix in “proof” to prop the lie,
So Creatures thrive in grand deceit.
The fools believe—don’t question why,
For “science” serves to bring them heat.
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Movie Stars
No bright life to live—
They stare at the screen.
Think your light can give?
It’s long gone, unseen...
Reflections remain,
Fake shine in its stead.
That's the price of shame—
Spirit left for dead.
Choice was sold for dust,
No strength to say "no."
Stars are dim in trust—
Their films? Hollow show.
Madness, dull decay—
Slavery at core.
If no light remains,
Feed on movie lore.
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Coal and Diamonds
The world is filled with empty chatter,
A flood of words without a mind.
Yet fools keep speaking—does it matter?
A diamond’s voice is hard to find.
And few will hear its rare reflection,
For coal is valued far above.
A gem, squeezed out through pure compression,
Is prized by those whose wealth is love.
The ones who treasure thought and reason—
True nobles of the soul and wit.
But fools prefer the void's cohesion,
For nothing clings to nothingness.
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The Smoky Lamp
"Some speak with grace, yet void of thought, their words but empty air.
They light a fire—not for warmth, but just to fill the room with smoke."
— Peter Abelard, 12th century
A smoky lamp of hollow talk
Has wrapped the world in ashen haze—
A vast, unending vault of mock,
Where idols set the air ablaze.
Through choking clouds, a light may gleam,
Yet barely flickers through the night.
We suffocate in fumes of scheme,
Till dizzy heads confuse the right.
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Effort
Nothing is lost, though all may seem
Defeated in the human eye.
Only when the soul gives in
Is all forsaken, left to die.
No effort—then comes helpless strife.
Fight till the end, resist the wrong!
But first, expose the web of lies
That made you blind and led you on.
Too often, you will chase the shade,
Wasting strength in aimless flight,
Wandering down the hollow ways,
Lost in dreams that blur the light.
Yet fate is false—a mindless thread,
No law can bind the spirit's will.
Defy the dark, and fear will shred—
Deception fades when movement's real.
But bow before the chains of spite,
Then you're no more than dust and grime.
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Virtual Sailors
Goebbels-media took hold—
CowID, then the Russian threat.
We have sailed where darkness rolled,
With minds polluted—drowned in debt.
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Head Against the Wall
The world’s a prison, cell by cell.
Heads keep striking stone in vain.
The Jailer sleeps, immune to hell—
No knocking breaks the iron chain.
A storm must tear these walls apart,
For that’s the only path from pain.
Few will reach a world restart—
The ones who shunned the dark domain.
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Proportions and Final Sums
The doubtful ones are far and few,
The blind believers crowd the way.
And so, in lies, without a clue,
Pseudoscience fades away.
Doubt was cast out from the masses,
Propaganda rules supreme.
Now the world, ensnared in ashes,
Feeds the Beast’s eternal scheme.
Filth has shown its face unshaken,
War now writes the next grim page.
Fools embrace the doom awakened,
Slaves to madness, vice, and rage.
Few remain whose minds aren’t taken,
Doubt’s the cure, but thought is banned.
Evil’s reign is now unshaken—
That’s the sum, as fate had planned.
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The Path of Doubt
Doubt leads the way—rejecting lies,
Relying on your mind alone.
You’ll leave the fools, the blind, unwise,
And find the light of thought your own.
Don’t seek the sane in herds that cower,
Obedient to evil’s call.
Their only goal—preserve their power,
By wrapping fear in lies for all.
And those who dare to doubt and see
Are rare amidst the mindless throng.
Yet now the word spreads endlessly—
That such as they don’t quite belong.
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About Predators
A barracuda isn’t worst—
There’s one more vicious, cruel, and vile.
It walks the earth, its soul accursed—
A Judas lost to truth and bearing guile.
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Subspecies
A Judas, a fraud,
A word-twisting lord,
Far worse than Pol Pot—
Sends fools to be shot.
With lies they command,
The beasts rule the land.
Through filth and through war,
Their words kill much more—
Yet fools march along,
For “safety” they’re gone.
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The Path to the Pen
Read to escape,
Watch, drift away,
Don’t interfere—
Let scum betray.
They rob, they lie,
Yet none resist.
The fall is nigh—
A fate unmissed.
The price—your mind,
Your soul in pain.
Honor declined—
The sheep remain.
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Opinions
Self-regard is still opinion,
Fleeting all, they fade away.
Entropy brings decomposition—
Rotting stumps still dream of may.
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The honest science fades away,
But ads are sharper than a knife—
Those bastards fool us every day
And dumb down almost every life.
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To seek a fool’s acclaim is vain,
For talent, it’s a deathly snare.
So die alone—but soar again,
And leave behind the world’s despair.
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The taxman is the devil’s blade,
Dissecting all with greed displayed.
He takes his tithe—no less, but more,
Yet idiots endure the chore.
He carves the world, a lifeless heap,
And tears off chunks to hoard and keep—
All for a rule where slaves obey,
Schwab-style, in the modern way.
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Breaking the Bottom as a Global Sport
The sport of hitting rock bottom's thriving,
More loved than football, far and wide.
No ranks, no borders—none surviving.
The final set. Match point. Decide!
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Faith in the Kind Intentions of the Reigning Evil
Winds of "change" arise,
Sweeping old world ties.
Evil shapes it all—
Trust it, and you fall.
Lies will guide your way,
Toil or death to stay.
Choices? None at all—
Satan rules with thrall.
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The new Ruling Sharps
Suits won’t show, the game's unfair,
High cards lost without a trace.
Yet they swear—no tricks, they swear!
Just new cheats now run the place.
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Burning the Nonsense
It’s time to burn—this filth and grime,
This wretched sludge, this waste of time.
The rabbit hole is packed so tight,
And He who made this world of blight
Keeps pressing down, a ruthless force,
Blind to the limits of this course.
The Lord of Lies, lost in his game,
Has surely gone completely insane...
But then a distant glow arose,
It stirred the Sun—its fire grows.
Its mighty light will cleanse the stain,
And burn the madness once again.
What comes next? None can say.
Yet as the End draws near, don’t stray
Into self-deceit and lies—
Then you may see through their disguise.
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Feminism, or Our Masha
Masha’s mind is in a haze,
Not from malice—just her ways.
Poisoned thoughts, a bitter blend—
"Trained to labor" till the end...
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Our Masha
Masha dreams of kids and gold,
Hunts a goat both fat and bold.
Plenty goats are roaming near,
But the gold? It’s never clear.
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The True Original Sin
Greed?
Take heed—
If bright, sincere,
No bows, no lies, no trace of fear—
Then wealth won’t come, but neither shame,
For lies and gold are much the same.
Deceivers thrive in markets grim,
Where truth is sold for profit’s whim.
A poet starving stays divine—
He won’t commit that primal crime.
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Almost Chess…
A knight’s move—
Chance to prove.
One step more—
Checkmate’s shore.
Darkness nears,
Ends all gears.
Mind will fall,
Shadows call…
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Deadly Shame
Thunder roars—
Rain then pours.
Lies the same—
Death in name.
Fraud runs deep,
Nations sleep.
Like CowID,
Shame can bleed.
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Strike, Don’t Cry
Strike—don’t weep,
Let fate decide.
Ignore the heap—
God will judge, not pride.
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