Tale of the Mob-Ages
A broken slave —
The mob’s own breed:
Spirit crushed low,
Words left to bleed,
Mind is killed —
As conscience dies.
Fear, shame, and guilt —
The whole tale lies.
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The Kremlin Filth
The "Putin" collective,
Like all Kremlin scum, —
Embodiment of terror,
And idiot’s drum.
From those vile creatures,
Expect fresh pain and dread.
Their lies are simple—
Mostly wild nonsense spread.
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"Peace" — A Shooting Range — A Toilet
Darkened minds and souls forgot
In a "peace" that’s soaked in lies,
Betrayal piles like filth and rot —
Long since turned to toilet skies.
We’re rotting, not alive,
Yet call this hellish “peace.”
Add madness, violence thrive —
Three-in-one: the shooter's lease.
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Torment
Trust your Heart —
Sometimes your Mind.
Always check —
Don’t fall behind
The lies that swarm,
Easy to see,
If you keep
Your clarity.
Beasts lie crude,
Ruthless, coarse —
They spread the fear
With brutal force.
The world will drown
In lies so vast —
This torment comes,
Their wicked blast.
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Circle of Collusion
Circle of collusion —
Cops and quack docs,
All are corrupt bastards,
Liars, and crooks.
CowID’s the proof —
Hard to count the good.
Cop or doc? — A traitor!
To hell with honor and blood.
Circle of collusion
Spreads through many fields.
It means decay,
Where no one yields.
A world of vile snakes,
United in lies.
No exceptions matter —
Shoulder to shoulder, rise!
Serve the Darkness, stuffing
Their pockets full tight,
Killing souls slowly,
Dragging the world into night.
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The End of History
“Vets” and fascists,
Masters of the total lie,
Thieving clerks and financiers—
These types we all despise.
CowID madness, endless war,
A parade of lies and traitors’ game.
Not peace—just one sick asylum,
Where being cattle’s not a shame.
Almost all are lost to this,
Only few kept mind and pride.
Norms and bounds have disappeared—
Corrupt beasts no one can hide.
For these fiends, it’s all the same—
As long as pay is on the table,
They’ll accept the brutal fascism,
Any beast they’ll make their slave.
Their reckoning won’t wait for long—
The end will come, their final fall.
It’s happened many times before—
The ruthless End of History’s call.
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The End of History
Manure, CowID — the world’s gone mad,
It’s off the charts—total damnation!
TNT, not blood, inks this ballad,
Marking History’s devastation.
Write with TNT, not mere words,
Burn hearts today, let fear ignite—
For those who bow to fascist swords
Look more like demons than the light.
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The History of Brave Deeds
“Nobility’s rare born from valor’s light;
Valor from nobility—still rarer sight.”
— Francis Bacon, seventeenth century’s call
Centuries of traitors breed the scum,
A rotten elite in a shrinking world.
With piles of cash, they justify some
“Valor”—faith in fools unfurled.
Great in schools, they teach the tale
Of “brave deeds” made by false parade,
But hide the crushing, brutal veil
On those whose truth and courage stayed.
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The Trap, or Choosing Slavery
In Earth’s foul trap, where Evil reigns,
All stills—Creation, Thought decays.
The rabble turns to lifeless frames—
Reflect on CowID’s harsh malaise.
The breaking point lies deep inside,
Not out, but choice to wear the chain.
Brave souls, free minds — in madhouses hide,
While evil uses corpses’ pain
To crush and kill with ruthless hand.
Creation too becomes a threat,
Unwanted in this cursed land—
The breaking point? The deepest net.
A sign of cataclysms near,
That judge long-suffering Satan’s reign.
All else is noise, just empty fear—
A tiresome lie, a ceaseless strain.
Save your soul by sharpening doubt,
And crown intuition’s throne.
These cataclysms come round about—
Drive out evil, cast off the drone.
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Valley of Fear and Rot
The slime of media fools,
Turns all to mindless drones.
Only beasts need such tools—
Corrupting souls with lies and bones.
"Upbringing" and "learning,"
Atheisms breed wild decay.
Like bacteria, spurning
Truth, you rot and fade away.
School, the press, and daily grind—
Steps down into the pit,
Where docile fools you’ll find:
A valley where all life will split.
Fear and rot in endless flow—
This is the world they grow.
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UN’s Approval
UN’s stinking crew approves
The vile plague of pedophilia—
Rotten fools just swallow lies,
Soulless sheep, they pass the "law."
Then every fake-state follows suit:
No shame remains — that time is gone,
Too few awake, just bleating herds
Feeding on the filth with greed and brawn.
The Overton window swings wide,
Then breaks a path—a brutal breach.
What’s left of reason buried deep,
While darkness they declare as “good” to preach.
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UN’s Sick Approval
UN’s rotten gang endorses
Pedophilia’s foul plague.
Rotten fools endure their lies,
Soulless sheep who drag their plague.
Fake states follow in their tracks —
Shame’s long dead, the time is gone.
Bleating herds of brainless sheep
Devour filth, their minds withdrawn.
Overton’s damn window cracks,
Then crashes down—a brutal breach.
Reason’s corpse is buried deep,
Darkness crowned with evil speech.
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Bears of Many Kinds, Including Figurative
“High thoughts” on fools’ dull lives
Always shatter on thin ice.
Be sharp — cold mind must gauge decay,
The mainstream rot of this whole age.
Not brown, but white should be the sign
Amid the hell that’s swallowed time.
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It matters not where you arrive — honor the striving:
Strive toward Light — and rot you’ll be outliving.
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A stone won’t stay a stone — just slime instead.
The slime of "bonds." Wake up from lies widespread!
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Gangrene of mind replaced — no chance to flee,
By digital chains comes ruthless tyranny.
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Dogmas
To live in sin — to serve the foolish dogmas,
That includes the chains of binding vows.
Dogmas form within the soul like clots and thorns,
Stuffed full with lies, deceit that darkly ploughs.
Slavery surrounds, and customs blindly hold
The pillars of those systems built on chains.
Long lost are true values, crushed and cold,
Beneath the hellish web of twisted brains.
Dead schemes, dead souls — a feeble spawn of dead,
The dullest fools obey those lifeless rules.
They’re essence of all madness, all that’s bred —
The prison walls for all the thoughtless fools.
Only awareness breaks the curse’s grip —
Face truth, decide for self, don’t let them bind.
Or dogmas will devour all your soul’s script —
So sharpen sense and wake your inner mind.
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Cargo "Empire"
Imperial airs,
Colonies—what say you?
First came the masks,
Then helmets—shameful view!
A double-faced Führer rules,
Lawless, full of shame.
And Goebbels, Hitler, Müller—
Outdone in their vile game.
The cops are worse
Than Nazi torturers’ hands.
Ears withered from lies,
Judas among “doctors” stands.
Imperial airs—
A savage cargo cult’s guilt.
Not people, but bugs—
Their minds? A vacant hilt.
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Cargo "Empire"
Empire’s swagger,
Colonies enslaved—what’s your say?
First came masks,
Then helmets—disgrace on display!
A double-faced Führer,
Lawless and vile disgrace.
Goebbels, Hitler, Müller—
All crushed by this rogue’s face.
Cops worse than Nazi fiends,
Lies have rotted their ears.
Judas among the “healers,”
Spreading hate and fears.
Empire’s swagger—
A savage cargo cult’s curse.
Not men, but crawling vermin—
Minds dead, brains immersed.
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Cargo "Empire"
Empire’s swagger — chains and chains,
Colonies crushed beneath their reigns.
First masks, then helmets, all disgrace,
A dirty, ruthless, venomous face.
Two-faced Führer, law’s disgrace,
Goebbels, Hitler? Overthrown in place.
Müller’s lies? Now they just choke,
This thug’s worse — the crown of crooks!
Cops more vile than Nazi fiends,
Lies have rotted all their means.
Judas doctors, snakes in white,
Selling death, betraying light.
Empire’s swagger — cargo cult’s hate,
Not humans here, just vermin’s fate.
Brains are dead, and souls are crushed,
In this swamp where reason’s hushed.
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Cargo Cult’s Rot
Empire’s lies, a rotting plague,
Cops worse than beasts — truth’s betrayed.
Judas docs with poisoned hands,
Brains gone dead — their kingdom stands.
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Pain
Drowned in pain — to fade, to cease,
If will is gone, and beasts hold peace.
But only through the FIGHT —
You summon pain to light.
You’ll perish — self undone,
To Pure Spirit, you will run.
The stench of madness — shameful world,
No longer can this hell be hurled.
Worse than any filthy pit —
Here dwells Death that won’t quit.
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A Crying Shame
Clinging to dead forms of being —
A pit where minds and souls are drowning.
The madness of the stuck and seeing
How Earth beneath fools keeps on frowning.
The universe weighed down by shame,
While idiots chew lies with pleasure.
“All’s fine,” they say — they feed the flame
Of treachery beyond all measure.
The fools are many, wise are few,
That breed itself is fading fast.
Consciousness has dropped below
The floor — a shame that will outlast.
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Stupidity
Confident stupidity —
A crop bred for slave control;
With gullibility and cruelty,
No need for whip or toll.
Forget the prisons, hangmen’s rod:
Just drown them in their greed—
And endless deals, a “super” fraud,
Will chain their slavish breed.
You might thin them with a war,
Or lies like plague and CowID.
This wretched world’s become a madhouse,
Where Spirit dies and Mind is freed.
The few who stand against this pain
Will vanish soon, as evil grows.
Leftover Homo sinks in shame,
Beneath the shadow of the Super-Goat’s throes.
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Rot and Lies
Europe’s rot, Russia’s stench,
Decay from overseas.
They say all people’s good and blest?
No verbal shit, please!
This filth has flooded every town,
Cities, lands alike.
The crowds’ dull ignorance enrages—
Only scum heed their strike.
At best, it’s faults of just a few—
But monsters know it well.
Hell’s no dream, they fry their lies,
Instead of truth to tell...
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Dialogue of Fools
— "Free world," they say, is somewhere found?
— In some American-made show...
— They preach "party’s sacred ground"
To crowds with spirits low.
— Yes, yes, they preach. Freedom for gays,
And all that foolish stuff.
— Just propaganda, worse these days
Than old CPSU’s bluff.
Wash out your mouths and ears — be bold,
And toss this crap away.
The world’s no better, just more cold,
Killing Mind and Soul each day...
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The Dead Walk
The fool of “living” dead remains —
A coffin frame so tight and small.
Here sheep outwit, and weeds gain,
More use than those who heed the call.
The dead surround us all around —
The world’s a crypt, a madhouse grim.
The scum that nurtures dullness bound,
Wields poison sharp and chances slim.
The dead will kill the living souls,
Though few remain to stalk the night.
The ghouls who send these dead on roles
Are scarce — but vast is their dark blight.
You’re born like targets in a range,
A toy for aim, a mark to shoot.
The weapon’s just a lifeless stump,
Yet fools still fight with broken truth.
The fool of “living” dead, no soul,
No face — just dumb disguise it wears,
And Reason battles for control
While empty minds are caught unawares.
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YouTube
Videos of gluttons
Grab a million views,
Then it gets worse—
Wild fools amuse.
They’re comfy in their slime;
A wise one tries to find
A spark inside that mess—
Better just leave behind.
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Glitter and Lies
They soothe us with their glitter, lies —
But comfort’s gone, the time has passed,
When everywhere, the rotten fascist flies,
A shameful sheep, Earth’s outcast.
So many sheep — where are the people?
They fade away, a dying breed.
Trapped in lies so total, feeble,
Their spirit crushed, no chance to lead.
No mind has ever truly grown —
Just what the monsters force and feed.
One marvels only at the drone,
Madness blooms, alive with death’s seed.
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Wings of Passion
Passion’s wings — when pure they soar,
Cast off weakness — seek much more.
Beauty opens to the strong,
Feeds the fire that drives along.
In this world so sick and vile,
Hard to keep your soul awhile.
Wings of passion, mind in flight,
Lift you swiftly from the night.
Leave behind the sickening lies,
Madness where the falsehoods rise,
Bastards ruling, mind betrayed,
Soul enslaved and dreams decayed.
Be relentless, brave, and wise,
Fly above the darkened skies.
Death in flight — your soul’s release,
Earthly sins dissolve in peace.
Endure not evil’s crime,
Fear no foe, transcend all time.
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Outward?
"An ancient man once said:
"Only a fool performs work aimed outward".
— Linji, ninth century.
Go only INWARD —
The herd is mad,
Cast off terror,
Madness' bad.
There’s the Pure Spirit,
Mind without lies.
Don’t be deaf
Among dumb sheep’s cries.
Don’t be blind —
Within you’ll find
The Light that’s true.
This world’s a pit —
A bottomless pit of lies.
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Nothing Left to Pay
"If you want to know, you must give up something.
If you want to know it all, you must give up everything."
— George Gurdjieff
You must pay with life —
To grasp the madness’ core.
But life is gone! So how to pay?
Is life this plague, or more?
Pseudo-life in evil’s grip —
Go INWARD, seek the truth.
Don’t care for the beaten donkey
That suffers close, uncouth.
There’s no end here, only hell —
This world’s lost its mind for sure.
They kill the messenger alone —
No one hears, silent and poor.
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Run When You Feel Like It
Who wakes the earliest, gets the fridge,
No other handouts — no need to bridge.
Sleep as you wish, then take your way,
Run when it suits you — not at break of day.
That morning running craze is lies,
A pile of nonsense, thin disguise.
Don’t buy the myth that dawn’s the call —
Run on your time, or not at all.
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False Religions
Pure nonsense, a trap too thick,
To bear the endless, nagging trick.
The hook is fear — death’s anxious bind,
Fear it — a sweetened answer you’ll find.
They’ll sell you “life forevermore,”
Claiming truth, but lies they store.
Other creeds all cheat and lie,
While you just swallow their soft lie.
Such foolishness’s hard to bear
If you’re sensitive, aware.
Only Light can quell that dread,
Death’s scarecrow stalks the beastly dead.
Moment by moment, here you die,
And rebirth strikes in the same sigh.
Look straight ahead — dissolve and see,
In Death, pure springs of clarity.
Snow will melt, if you can keep
Your soul intact when Hell runs deep.
Into the world of Will and Mind,
And Honor’s path, you just might find.
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Bio-Waste
Slave bio-waste—how thick it grows!
And all the filth the darkness sows.
So many fools and traitors here,
Scum ruling with a grip severe.
The world’s a hell incarnate,
Where Lyre dies, and minds grow late.
Honor crushed beneath the spite—
Cursed chaos rules the night.
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The Power of Today’s Media
“Give! Give!! Give!!!” — the sheep all cry,
“Here, here, here!” — the fascists lie.
But that damn Führer fools again,
Like earlier, the Reds’ cruel reign.
The one true truth here is to die,
The rest’s distraction, empty lies.
Had Goebbels seen this stench today,
He’d freeze in shock, just fade away.
The power of today’s media,
Beyond all bounds — no room for doubt.
Few stay clean, most turn to scum—
The bottom’s reached; decay’s about.
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Vinegar and Doom
Vinegar tastes sweet for free,
While lies chain slaves in misery.
They bind the sellouts tight and fast,
Their faces sickening to last.
Like drinking vinegar’s harsh bite,
An essence sour, sharp as night.
Scream, groan, twist — lies turn you beast,
A prison zoo, a cursed feast.
They’ll build a pen, a zoo, a cage,
Where lies run wild and feed the rage.
So is this doom for one and all?
When falsehoods rise, we all must fall.
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Beasts Run Wild...
Fools and drones —
Bonds all bent,
Rusty chains, a dark descent.
What’s unfolding, few can see,
Not the weak, but those who’re free.
True weaklings — very few,
The venom of vile lies grew,
Killing slowly mind and soul,
That immortal, shining whole.
Save the Spirit — all else’s fake,
Beasts rage on, their lies they rake,
Dulling brains with brazen lies,
Killing conscience, honor dies.
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Creation
Explosive the force that creation ignites —
It shatters the question of “how to survive.”
But it leaves the half-wit alone in his fights
If it chooses to live — as a beast still alive.
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Creation explodes — and survival is dead.
It leaves the fool grunting, half-living instead.
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To Hell!
No critique can break or shatter
These insane, obedient flocks —
Idiots, and whining chatter,
Slaves not bound by years, but locks.
It’s forever when corruption
Is the greatest, foulest sin.
Honor? Courage? Pure eruption —
“Empty bragging,” judged within.
Bragging beasts — among the vermin —
That’s a fate of bitter scorn.
Truth is stabbed, and minds are burning —
Is there one not bruised or torn?
Lies like Everest are soaring,
Built from treachery and rot.
If no place for Worth and Glory —
Then to Hell — it’s what they’ve bought.
Priced it out. Misjudged the bargain.
Sold the soul — for what? For smoke.
Now they’re lost, corrupt and darkened —
To hell en masse. Forever broke.
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Lies piled high like mountain stones —
Cowards kneel and trade their bones.
Sold their souls for empty breath —
Hell is home. The price is death.
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"Somehow, Maybe?"
“Somehow, maybe” — that’s the motto
Of a bastard’s worthless breath.
Just survive — no more bravado.
Now it’s DSpirit... or it’s death.
For betrayal, for distortion,
For the vermin’s meek consent —
Even logs will face abortion.
Earth will breathe, and filth — repent.
If you're Spirit — let disaster
Crash around. You'll stand, unmoved.
Feasting fascists rising faster?
They will die. Be killed — and proved.
Only song and pure creation
Give you right to truly be.
Will you rise in new formation?
Will the flames burn tyranny?
Yes, they will — no second chances.
"Somehow" fails in what's ahead.
Only Spirit makes advances —
All the rest is walking dead.
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“Somehow” fails. The world is burning.
Spirit speaks — while beasts are squirming.
Rise through fire, or fall like lead —
Truth survives. The rest — are dead.
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The Essence of Hell
To speak with clarity and fire —
Is that an art? No — it’s your fate.
Don’t lie. Don’t sell your soul for hire —
That’s how you break the slave-born state.
This world is slavery. You're a fool
If Hell’s true nature stays unknown.
But grasp it once — and take the rule:
Burn all chains. Tear out the throne!
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Know Hell — and start the war today.
Burn the chains. Don’t look away.
Truth is sharp. No time to dwell.
Speak — or stay a slave in Hell.
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Not of “the People”
They’re clearly a different kind —
With Honor, with Mind, and with Pride.
Not part of “the people” you’ll find —
The mob wants them crucified.
They're hated by all, without pardon,
Alone, for they see through the lies.
Truth isn’t welcomed in gardens
Where filth is what loyalty buys.
The slaves don’t hate chains — they hate truthful
Voices that shout what is real.
The vulgar rejoice, loud and youthful —
And Reason gets crushed under heel.
With Reason now dead — what's the question?
The rest doesn’t matter at all.
Charge forth through this dark retrogression —
When death comes with no bugle call.
This planet will kill off the vermin —
Earth doesn’t need soulless brutes.
The joke’s over — demons are burning.
All die. That’s the end of the Spirit’s dispute.
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Not from “the people”? Then run — they hate.
Truth marks you fast for the mob’s blind fate.
Earth will rise. No soul shall fake —
Spirit ends what filth won't break.
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Deal for a Soul
No escape key works when you’ve cheated —
Or traded your soul for some cash.
Far better to break, be defeated —
The soul is a deal: bash for bash.
You gain only ashes, in madness,
Still thinking you’re mighty — a king!
But who in the herd feels that sadness?
They chew — and don’t feel a thing.
Work only with minds that are sensing,
Seek sparks in the Dust of the Whole.
Let trials be cruel and tensing —
What matters is guarding your soul.
Tune in to your inner ignition —
That thread is the truest guide.
Make truth-crushing your tradition —
Or perish — enslaved by the lie.
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No deal for the soul goes cheap.
Truth cuts hard. The fake won’t keep.
Bash for bash — or fall asleep
In lies too dead for even grief.
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