Manifest Rebellion
You’re no cattle — you’re a rebel!
Soul’s no hamster in a cage!
Burn the flesh — grab your freedom!
Break the chains, smash the lies!
Power lies — we ignite!
Cows to stalls — we to battle!
No more slaves — only warriors!
Farm world’s hell — break the gates!
Spirit’s not for sale!
System’s filth — we’re the venom!
Cut the chains — into the fire!
No thought — you’re a slave. Think — you’re the enemy!
Mind’s on fire — flesh turns dust!
Digital prisons — enough!
Silence means death!
Freedom’s our only drug!
Not one step back!
Punks don’t quit!
Hit the power — free the soul!
Break the screen — see the truth!
You’re NOT cattle — you’re a FUCKIN’ rebel!
Soul ain’t no goddamn hamster in a cage!
Burn the fucking flesh — snatch your freedom!
Rip the chains, smash the motherfucking lies!
Power’s a fucking liar — we light the fire!
Cows to stalls — WE RISE TO BATTLE!
No more slaves — only FUCKING warriors!
This farm-world’s HELL — BREAK THE GODDAMN GATES!
Spirit ain’t for fucking sale!
System’s shit — we’re the poison in its veins!
Cut the chains — dive into the FUCKING fire!
No thought? You’re a FUCKING slave. Think? You’re the ENEMY!
Mind’s on fire — flesh’s just FUCKING dust!
Digital prisons? FUCK THAT SHIT!
Silence means death — FUCK silence!
Freedom’s our only fucking drug!
Not a FUCKING step back!
Punks don’t FUCKING quit!
Smash the power — FREE THE FUCKING soul!
Break the goddamn screen — SEE THE FUCKING TRUTH!
You ain’t cattle — you’re a straight-up rebel!
Soul ain’t no damn hamster in a cage!
Burn the flesh — grab your damn freedom!
Rip the chains, smash the fuckin’ lies!
Power’s full of shit — we light the fire!
Cows to stalls — we rise to battle!
No more slaves — just straight-up warriors!
This farm-world’s hell — break those damn gates!
Spirit ain’t for damn sale!
System’s trash — we’re the poison in its veins!
Cut the chains — dive into the damn fire!
No thought? You’re a damn slave. Think? You’re the enemy!
Mind’s on fire — flesh just dust!
Digital prisons? Fuck that shit!
Silence means death — hell no silence!
Freedom’s our only damn drug!
Not a damn step back!
Punks don’t quit!
Smash the power — free the damn soul!
Break the damn screen — see the damn truth!
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Rebel’s Cry
You ain’t no cattle, you’re a fucking rebel,
Soul ain’t a hamster locked inside a metal.
Burn that flesh, grab your damn freedom,
Break those chains, no more kingdom.
Power’s bullshit, we light the fire,
Cows to stalls, we rise up higher.
No more slaves, just warriors wild,
Farm-world hell, but we ain’t mild.
Spirit’s priceless, can’t be sold,
System’s trash, we’re venom cold.
Cut the chains, dive in the flame,
Think or slave? You know the game.
Mind’s on fire, flesh turns dust,
Digital prisons? Fuck that rust!
Silence kills — we scream and shout,
Freedom’s drug, we’re breaking out.
Not one step back, punks don’t quit,
Smash the power, free the spirit!
Break the screen, see what’s true,
Rebel loud — the fight is you!
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The Brain Does Not Create Consciousness
“It would be just as absurd to deny consciousness to an animal
Because it has no brain, as to claim it cannot eat
Because it lacks a stomach.”
— Henri Bergson
Consciousness is not in brain,
The brain’s a mere conduit’s frame.
“Mechanism” — a threat disguised,
But people trust it, hypnotized.
Spirit’s beyond all logic’s reach,
Far higher truths no mind can teach.
Knowledge sunk down to the bottom,
The world’s now drowned in shallow vomit.
An artificial, twisted play—
The more the madness grows each day,
The tighter creatures press the throng,
The lie of science feeds the wrong.
Darkness breeds a false belief,
Think twice, or belly rules the chief—
That’s how they turn us into cattle,
With shallow minds all bent to battle.
There’s plenty cattle in the world,
CowID’s flag is widely furled.
So start anew—investigate,
Expose this shame before too late.
Shame conquers knowledge, all around,
If you believe “You’re just your ground,”
Then that’s the mark of deepest pit—
The bottom line where souls have quit.
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False Illnesses and the Madness Pandemic
Just heard about a “plague” —
Some CowID, world’s insane!
Madness spreads like pandemic waves,
And people? Nothing but empty graves.
Forgot that Spirit is the core,
Critical minds are none, just bore.
Thinking for themselves — a wonder rare,
Lost in fog, trapped in despair.
So slime rules all, a spread so wide —
Judas worms, elite’s disguise.
They call their filth “the elite” —
Killing brains, the fools repeat.
This “elite” — just bootlick slaves,
Fools blind to hidden knaves.
Above them lurks a beast concealed,
And at the broken trough, truth’s repealed.
Anyone who sees it clear —
Only beasts hear the fool’s cheer.
Only Cataclysm can cleanse,
Wiping out this satanic pretense.
Spirit’s realm for just a few,
Not bowing down to fascist crew.
And fools? A hell far worse awaits —
Their minds are weak, resigned to fates.
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To Be or Not to Be?
Forgive, forget, then rot away
In lies and fear — or crush the prey
Of filthy fiends who scheme to keep
Their shame alive while souls still weep?
Soul or skin? That’s the real test.
All other words and postures—jest.
They let the mind run wild, insane,
While Darkness sucks it like a drain.
A flock of fools, the human slime,
Blind slaves of devils all the time,
Repeating tricks that only grow
More cruel and vile as ages flow.
The soul’s death—that’s the true decay.
To call rotten flesh “solid clay,”
And think this stinking, dumb disgrace
Is life’s own limit, final place.
Wake up, fight on, and aim up high,
No matter how long you comply—
The end is ruin, full collapse:
Skin turns to dust, soul’s last relapse.
Soon comes the Digital Camp’s reign,
Built by sick minds, weak spirit’s bane.
So scream out loud, “NO!!!” to the grime—
Reject this pitiful slime in time.
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Check, Check, and Mate
No sign of any “literary flow” —
It’s always just one poet’s show.
More weight? Just hype and nonsense spun,
While half the fools still read the scum.
Three quarters of this numbskull throng
Still swallow trash, all day long.
It’s hard not to get stuck in sludge,
When shallow minds define the judge.
Hype blinds all—politics, “science” too.
A noose and soap seem overdue.
Sickened by these faces foul,
I’d rather spit than play their howl.
No critics left, no real reviews,
Self-published lies they choose.
They’ll say, “Back then it was much better.”
Shut up, idiot, don’t forget her—
That Soviet times let pages bear
Only topics banned to dare.
Writers silent if not false,
Lying or forcing garbage’s pulse.
Adding drops of mind was crime,
Branded rogue in the Soviet grime.
No “literary process” ahead,
Just endless rot where none are led.
Readers dumb and scribblers proud—
Giant fools in their own crowd.
The picture’s bleak and getting worse,
Blood runs cold—the final curse.
Check, then check—the game’s too late,
Soon comes mate. End of the state.
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Black Flag with a Beam Instead of Skull and Bones
Step by step — the path of courage:
To know, to break, to overturn.
A beam of light on black flag’s surface —
Means no retreat from dark to yearn.
Walk the beam like tightrope dancer,
Only few the sensitive souls,
Who stretch the moments of existence,
Defying darkness’ false controls.
Despising phantasms cast by shadows,
Where theories won’t provide a shield—
If you’re “filled” with just yourself alone,
No truths from outer worlds revealed.
Seek answers deep inside your being,
Ask questions true, and never fake.
The goal of light is honest seeing—
The greatest gift you’ll ever take.
That beam is thin, to slip is easy—
Like “pissing two fingers,” small disgrace.
But rise again and try much harder,
Make fewer stumbles in the race!
The beam’s road leads into the light.
The key is just to keep the pace,
To leave behind the world of ruin,
Where soul’s salvation finds no place...
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Black Flag with a Beam — No Skull, No Bones
Step by step — we dare, we break,
Knock down lies, the falsehood’s stake.
Light’s sharp beam on black flag flies —
Means no backing down, no lies.
Walk the beam like circus freaks,
Few are those the darkness seeks.
They stretch the now, the brutal real,
Not fooled by shadows’ twisted spiel.
Screw the phantoms darkness spins,
Theories fail if you’re just sins.
If you’re stuffed with empty pride,
Truth won’t come — no place to hide.
Dig inside — the answers lie.
Ask the questions, don’t comply!
Light’s aim is truth — no fake, no slack,
No mercy for the ones who crack.
That beam is thin — you’ll slip and fall,
Like pissing fingers, shame for all.
But get the hell up, fight the pain,
Mistakes you make fuel your gain!
Road of light — just keep on walking,
Leave the world that’s dead and choking.
No saving souls where filth prevails —
Rise up loud, break all the scales!
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Black Flag, No Skull — Just Laser Rage
Step the fuck up — crush the lies!
Smash their shadows, burn their spies!
Black flag raised, beam cuts deep —
No retreat, no time to weep.
Walk the beam or get the hell lost,
Few survive — the dark’s the cost.
Screw your theories, full of shit,
If you’re empty, you don’t fit.
Look inside, stop being blind,
Ask the real, leave fools behind!
Light’s a razor, thin and cold,
Slip once — you’re dead, truth sold.
Fall like piss — that’s weak-ass shame,
But get back up, fight the game!
Every fuck-up sharpens steel,
Break their chains, make ’em kneel!
This road’s fire, not for sheep,
Leave their trash — wake from sleep!
No saving souls in filth and slime,
Rise or rot — it’s war, no time!
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Black Flag, No Skull — Just Pure Fire
Step up, smash the lies!
Burn their shadows, watch ’em die!
Black flag, laser blade,
No retreat, no afraid.
Walk the line or fall and rot,
Empty heads get kicked a lot.
Look inside, don’t be dumb,
Ask the truth — or fucking run!
Light’s a razor, sharp and thin,
Slip once — you’re done, no win!
Fall like piss? Weak-ass shame,
Get back up — fight the game!
Trash this world, break their chains,
No more slaves, no more chains!
Rise or rot — no time to pray,
Black flag leads — clear the way!
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While the Talking Broilers
A chicken dreams to fly?
No way — just scraps to buy.
The fool believes it’s fine
To live among beasts, “all’s divine.”
The fool mocks Spirit’s flight:
“What crap! No wings in sight!”
Culture’s made to dumb you down,
So thinking’s banned in this town.
Soulless fools make the crowd —
“What flight?” they scream out loud.
All they care for is skin,
Like broilers trapped within.
Wings in chickens — leftover past,
Among two-leggeds, speech’s cast
Into a fascist, twisted tongue,
Where beastly pressure grows strong.
Year by year, the freaks increase —
A genocide’s not ceased:
An evil “Allah” schemes
To kill off silent dreams.
CowID’s a freakish test —
Three-fourths fail, no contest.
Earth will clear the place
For scum’s last disgrace.
Cataclysms will wipe out
The beasts and all their doubt.
They plant idiocy’s seed —
Kick their filth, take the lead!
Ditch the lies and join the fight —
Prepare to take your flight.
Aim for Spirit’s higher road,
Or stay a broiler — dumb and slowed.
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Phantasmagoria on the Road to Hell
Pan’s “manna” — oily lies,
Each year more slick, despise.
The idiot bows much deeper —
To Hell he follows the reaper.
The road is dusted thick
With this “manna” trick.
They’ll say, “It’s just the snow!”
To trap you where you go.
Step in step, follow tight —
Digest the crap, no fight.
Be like all, ski the track,
Or ride the wheel, no slack.
Then fast you’ll reach your “blessings,”
Slathered lies, no guessing.
Crash on road, fall hard, you’ll see —
In the flip, they’ll “win” with glee.
If Soul’s crushed flat and thin,
Your Mind’s doomed deep within.
All that’s left: the “manna” crunch,
A soulless, stupid lunch.
Heartless fools, to guard their skins,
Push harder as the end begins.
The finish line’s a blazing mess —
A total fucking trainwreck, yes.
Pan’s the shepherd, flock’s the fools.
Care for skin? You break all rules.
Trash the rest — it’s all a jest —
Hell’s a debt you’ll never best.
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Phantasmagoria Road to Hell
Pan’s “manna” — greasy lies,
Every year the bullshit flies.
Idiot bows his neck, no fight —
Marches straight into the night.
Road’s all covered, choked with slime,
This fake manna — poison crime.
They’ll say, “It’s just some snow, no stress!”
Trap you tight inside their mess.
Step by step, dumb fucks comply,
Choking down their own damn lies.
“Be like all,” they drone and preach,
On this fucked-up, twisted screech.
Fast you’ll hit the pit of scum,
Fake “success” — a goddamn bum.
Crash and burn on broken track,
Flip the script — no turning back.
Soul crushed flat like burnt-out trash,
Mind shredded in the bullshit clash.
All that’s left is rotten gruel —
Stupid feast for soulless fools.
Heartless assholes guard their skins,
Racing fast to where hell begins.
Finish line? A goddamn wreck —
Shitstorm rising, full of necks.
Pan’s the shepherd, fools the herd,
Skin’s the goddamn final word.
Trash your soul, dump all the rest —
Hell’s your permanent address.
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Stupidity of the Mutant Breed
"It's easier to fool the people than to convince them they've been fooled."
— Mark Twain
Simpleton fool, so damn sure,
Seven feet of lies endure.
Underneath the hull, the lies—
Fear and fog cloud all the skies.
Ship sails toward “Success” they say,
Every port’s the same damn way.
Try to shout, “This shit’s absurd!”—
They’ll call you freak, ignore your word.
To the crowd you’ll be much worse
Than that tyrant Pol Pot’s curse.
They’ll fight you, curse you, call you fool,
As if you broke their stupid rule.
Say, “Slavery’s the reigning game,
Madness rules the masses’ shame,
Tyrants hide behind their lies,”—
They’ll spin their heads, dismiss your cries.
“Mad you are!” the fools will shout,
Majority? They’ve lost all clout.
Like beasts bred just for meat,
In this slaughterhouse of deceit.
But fool—long gone is just the meat,
The whole damn world’s a slaughtered street.
No reason now to stay in hell—
Run fast, break free, escape this cell!
Only through the Spirit’s road
Can you save your crushed, worn soul.
But no book teaches this way,
Decay is “norm” in Hell’s display.
Only deep inside you’ll find
Truth that frees your shattered mind.
Forget advice, theories too—
Face the path. Don’t be a fool!
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Self-Destruction
Self-destruction is the tool
To avoid the world’s fool’s rule.
Since you were born, trapped inside—
Like a gas you can’t divide.
Slack your grip, content you’ll be,
With yourself — blind certainty.
But from those bells, faint screams arise—
Monsters’ howls, disguised in lies.
Barely heard, that whining strain,
Tears your ears, drives you insane.
Soon you’ll join the mindless crowd,
Uncritical, dumb and loud.
Turn your judgment outward, friend—
This fascist world will never end.
You’ll see evil’s endless spin,
Where Satan’s work hides deep within.
Hitler, Mao, Stalin—name the worst,
Scarecrows for the greatest curse.
Madness reigns in our today,
Total bullshit in every way.
Covid’s mask and Ukraine’s war
Show no chance to heal this scar.
Only death fits this foul breed—
Such vile madness none can heed.
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Introspection
Look straight inside, no fables,
Forget what books have said.
Those theories—twisted tables
By brutes or fools were spread.
Commissioned lies and clatter,
Their minds were dull or sick.
To be yourself — that matters—
In Bedlam? Take your pick.
It talks, it stinks, it teaches
To drown the slave in fog.
"Therapy" here reaches
For horror — what a cog!
The system breeds confusion,
The endgame always planned:
"All walk beneath illusion..."
No—Satan’s ruling hand.
A curse, not some condition,
All madness stems from lies.
Forget naive submission—
You're drowning in the flies,
In filth, in steaming sewage
They’ve dumped for many years,
To fill your mind with cruelage,
With poison, doubt, and fears.
You’ll never glimpse the clearing
If you believe their game.
Hate neighbors, lose all bearing—
And smoke becomes your name.
Divide, divide forever—
That’s how they break us all.
No bonds, no strength, no tether,
Just slaves in mental thrall.
Their theories are infection,
Just tricks to lead astray.
No truth, no introspection—
Just herds to rule and flay.
Look deep without your learning,
Without your self-made past—
This world is flames still burning,
Deceit so wide and vast.
The pipelines of "education"
Just crush your soul with spite.
Their goal? Your degradation,
Their motive? Endless blight.
The beasts wrote every program—
Your teacher? Just a clerk.
Their deals with demons—oh damn,
They serve the Dark and work.
Yes, Satan built this blindness,
This trap where Light can’t roam—
But Light is born inside us,
And Soul is still your home.
Be sharp, be clear, be clever—
Expose their every lie.
Let intuition sever
Their schemes—or else you die.
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1.
They fed you lies since you were born —
Now tear them out like rotting thorn!
2.
Look deep — the Light is not outside.
Expose the Dark. Unlearn. Decide.
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Poetry on the Hard Stuff
The editor’s damn window—
Again, I write some verse
On logic, strange attractors...
This hell could not be worse!
It’s simpler mocking morons—
The crowd’s their natural land.
But still, I feel the furnace
And filth that's close at hand.
Their reign — another poem.
This one? A bitter score:
This world is doomed and rotten,
And God walked out the door.
He left it all behind us —
So don’t break back in vain.
The end of Evil’s nearing.
We’re circling the drain.
But still — a word on Gödel,
A fire in the mind.
The trolls and fools would smother
What he revealed to find.
This titan of all ages
Crushed every pompous creed —
Their verbal diarrheas
He flushed out, word and deed.
His genius left their theories
In ruins, torn apart—
A circus of confusion,
Decay without a heart.
Of course, it’s just a poem—
No journal, no footnotes.
But through such lines of fury
A sober mind still floats.
So open that damn window —
For poetry’s a gun,
A tank that rolls through falsehoods
And smashes every one.
Strike lies with verse and fire,
Despair, but never yield.
In chaos and in silence,
A fighter owns the field.
Obedient minds are poison,
Their madness kills the soul.
Let filth surround — your weapon
Is form, and thought, and goal.
Let others churn out sonnets
On love and dreamy skies —
While we’re all slowly drowning
In blood and endless lies.
Can poems strike the tyrants?
Then write — and write to kill!
The only question burning:
To smash... or just sit still?
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1.
They drown the world in bloody lies —
Your verse must shoot, not sympathize.
2.
Don't write for love while cowards bleed.
Real poems bite. Or else — concede.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not sin, but bitter prize.
The wildness everywhere
No longer shocks the wise.
So wrap despair around you
Like blanket, thick and dead.
Let sorrow lie beneath you.
Your hopes? Forget they bled.
This world is rot and fiction,
Its people — feeble lice.
Judas takes top position —
This world runs on that vice.
We chew through Earth like locusts,
Like bark-beetles of doom.
The beasts have long outvoted
The Spirit in the room.
You're Spirit — pure, eternal.
All else is slime and lie.
Reject their “real” infernal —
Leave Bedlam high and dry.
Build tribes, unite in honor —
Defend against the rot.
Be man — not meek dishonor
That madness has begot.
Though madmen fill the census,
Stand firm, though few survive.
Let bastards keep dispensing
Their poison — we’ll revive.
Their lies will kill the masses —
The mad will take it all.
But don’t be glass, don’t shatter —
You’re sane if you don’t crawl.
When numbers start to dwindle,
When freaks consume their kind,
The chance for sane resistance
Will rise — so make your mind.
One final fight approaches —
Let beasts be blown away!
It’s grim, but we’ve not lost yet —
Don’t quit. There is a way.
If we can strike with wisdom —
Then strategy must rise.
The Darkness spawns no visions —
Just pustules with no eyes.
So call your Spirit forward —
It knows the hidden track.
These servants of the hellholes
Are weak. Let's strike them back.
Turn inward, trust your insight —
It sees what’s veiled and grim.
Restore your rightful birthright —
The Spirit breaks their hymn.
It’s all a Mystery — learn it.
Be forged in secret flame.
No time to sob or squander.
Rise now — or die in shame.
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Familiar Despair
Familiar despair —
Not “sin,” but well-earned prize.
Degeneration’s everywhere —
A stump now glorifies.
So wrap yourself in sorrow,
Like blankets on the bed.
Beneath, lay grief — no “morrows,”
You’re living with the dead.
The lie is foul and reeking,
And people — rot and dust.
The traitor's cross is creaking —
This world has lost all trust.
We’re termites on creation,
Devouring sacred wood.
The scum rule every nation —
Just footprints where soul stood.
You are a Spirit, burning —
All else is filth and fraud.
Reject their world of yearning,
Walk out from this facade.
Build brotherhoods and legions —
Defend against the Night.
Be more than slave’s obedience —
A man must rise and fight.
Though billions kneel in madness,
Still battle — lose or win.
Let bastards spew their badness —
Their lie won't pull you in.
They’ll kill with lies, not sabers,
And fools will buy the trick.
But you — drop victim's labors.
You're not a fool or sick.
As numbers of the twisted
Shrink under their own doom,
Our chance, once barely listed,
May rise and slice the gloom.
Then strike — one final battle!
Let monsters fall and rot.
Though now we see death's rattle,
We still are not forgot.
But fight with sharp precision —
Find strategy, not rage.
The Dark has no true vision —
Just pustules on a cage.
So let your Spirit guide you —
It knows the silent way.
Its light will burn right through them —
The cowards of decay.
Turn inward, feel the surging
Of intuition's spark.
Regain your soul’s true merging —
It’s Spirit that leaves marks.
All this — a Mystery calling.
Go learn its sacred laws.
Stand up, no more just crawling —
Now cry becomes your cause.
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1.
The Spirit sees. The Spirit strikes.
No place for worms or whining types.
2.
They flood the world with demon noise —
We answer not with tears — but poise.
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The Art of Battle-Lies
They strike the mind — that’s where they start,
And when it breaks — they own your heart.
One step remains: your soul, your store —
And idiots can’t grasp it’s war.
The sharpest weapon isn’t steel —
It’s lies. And when those lies are real,
They burn like bombs, they rip like tanks —
The filth takes over, ranks by ranks.
The world’s been seized by brazen fraud,
Where truth’s beheaded, mocked, outlawed.
And lies, like sewage, fill the air —
You breathe them in and rot in there.
This mad world’s turned into a pit,
Where every fool believes their shit.
Their “cheese” is laced with poison dreams,
And even clouds drip toxic schemes.
Now lies are rising like a flood —
A storm of screaming, choking mud.
They strike straight in your eyes, your brain,
They smash, repeat, again, again.
They’ll always strike while fools still trust,
And all that’s left will turn to dust.
You barely crawl, the light is gone —
No beacon left to fix upon.
Above the sea of steaming lies
The media’s smoke distorts the skies.
It turns illusion into stench —
A gas that kills, a filthy trench.
And this is war — their hellish trick:
The headlines vomit lies so thick
They drown the world in fear and bile —
But wear the truth and stand awhile.
Truth is your shield, the Spirit’s blaze
Can cut through even Satan’s haze.
Avoid the whores that serve the dark —
Stay sharp. Let intuition spark.
Your mind must scan, your senses burn —
There’s no regret if you still learn.
You fight near bottom — that is true —
But that just means you’re pushing through.
They all are guilty — traitors breed
Like rats who serve the Devil’s need.
You’re trapped inside a spinning wheel
Of fake desires and false ideals.
It’s all fake needs — designed by lies
To build a hell in friendly guise.
A sea of lies, a death parade —
This isn't life — it's Hell remade.
So here’s the path for minds still clear:
A rebel’s fire, a gaze severe.
This global new-fascistic mess
Proves madness dressed as righteousness.
It ends with rage, a broken path —
Explode this Hell in cleansing wrath.
It’s hard — but walk the way of Light.
If you still walk — you’re not the blight.
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1.
The filth now rules by fraud and smoke —
Strike back with truth. It’s not a joke.
2.
They lie, they bomb, they blind your sight —
But Spirit burns through every night.
3.
This world’s a swamp of stinking lies —
So light your truth — and let it rise.
4.
Truth is the weapon — aim and fire.
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Of Vermin and Men
These petty rats in human skins
Gnaw at each other’s flaws and sins.
Their thoughts are thin, their hearts are dry —
A madhouse under rotting sky.
Here traitors reign, and filth holds sway,
While minds of worth are kept at bay.
A diamond blooms in pressure’s womb —
But dullness here has built its tomb.
In these dark woods, the gifted fall
If slime becomes your inner call.
Betray the Light — you’ll rot instead,
For filth is where the roots are fed.
Their patience is a devil’s creed,
Their dullness — genocide of need.
The mad are many, fools abound —
And darkness wins without a sound.
No blood is spilled in modern war —
A needle kills what bombs killed before.
These tiny men, with tiny brains,
Are rabid dogs in broken chains.
Forget their books of lies and dirt —
They praise what’s dumb and call it work.
You're Spirit — only that is true
Within this global mental zoo.
The fool deserves no helping hand —
He's lost in filth, won't understand.
The end is near, the clash will come —
And Reason fights to rise from scum.
Salvation lies in sacred flame,
Not in this madness, not in shame.
A purge will come, a final sweep —
Where tyrants drown, and cowards weep.
The worthy few will find their way
By turning deep inside and stay.
While demons quake, they know their fate —
A cataclysm won’t be late.
And so the stench spreads on the air —
The media gasps in foul despair.
They smell it too — the end is near…
The shameful beast will disappear.
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Vermin gnaw and darkness reigns,
Brains are thin, but filth remains.
Spirit fights, the fools will fall —
End is coming — purge them all!
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The Pit of This World
Mandelstam! The PIT! Oh, Mother,
Don’t birth children into Hell.
If you call things true and proper,
Three-fourths of this world’s a shell—
A shell of filth and poison,
While pure hearts like Mandelstam’s light,
Like Osip’s flame, get crushed and broken
Beneath the brute’s vile might.
The brute will call white soot “black,”
The poet, enemy number one.
The filth will swarm and attack—
Jail or madhouse is what they’ll run.
They shot Gumilyov down,
Said, “Serves him right!” with their lies.
Dumb fools fell low, underground,
Beneath the total wicked skies.
And Marina Tsvetaeva’s fate —
They drove her to the noose’s edge.
When beasts drag down human state,
You’re to lie, stay quiet, and hedge?
Is Mandelstam’s pit the truth?
Yes — a world enslaved to evil’s roar.
Be wise and stubborn in your youth —
Create, despite the rotten core.
Cheese traps stink, a fool’s delight —
Their “gifts” to fools who cannot see.
Be lonely — mind extinguished, blight —
If you dwell among the beastly spree.
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The Pit
Mandelstam’s pit — a hellish trap,
Don’t bring your kids to rot and snap.
Three quarters of the world is slime,
Pure hearts crushed by brute’s harsh crime.
Brutes call black soot pure white,
Poets jailed for speaking right.
Shot Gumilyov, broke the brave,
Tsvetaeva dragged to grave.
This world bows to wicked lies,
Fight on strong — don’t paralyze.
Cheese traps stink, fools love the bait,
Stand alone — or share their fate.
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Rising from the Knees
The "bonds" have dug into my knees,
I try to rise, but fail to break.
Such is fate of centuries —
The rotten fool believes in fake.
Decay has eaten at the soul —
Worse plague than any CowID.
The darker grows the wicked whole,
Their evil spreads in black deceit.
Fake sicknesses test the ground,
Next camp’s digital and cold.
Scum get crushed without a sound,
Hordes of fiends, ruthless and bold.
Each day tighter is the grip —
All controlled through media’s lies.
If you won’t sell out your own ship,
Death will come as sweet surprise.
This will be the cursed prize —
Darkness thickens, chokes the skies.
Only solace left to see —
Countdown to catastrophe.
Cataclysm will crush their schemes,
Filthy fiends will burn in hell.
All the sheep with them will drown —
Count the days — the end will tell.
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See the Fig...
You open books — you see the fig.
Turn on the box — it’s Hell you find.
All poisoned deep, the chains grow big,
By fascist scum — enslaved the mind.
They rule by lies. Fake science breaks
Our Reason down to shattered shards.
Dark traitors lurk, those filthy snakes
Are everywhere — fools guard the guards.
They trust the myths, the fables told —
Propaganda’s twisted hand.
“Education” bought and sold
By Satan’s grip, corrupting land.
They teach in schools to kill pure thought,
Destroy the Soul, obey commands.
This darkness spreads — a deadly blot,
The shadow grips all mortal lands.
This shadow, haze, has claimed all souls,
No need for gunpowder now.
Psy-terror strikes and takes its toll —
Worse than bombs, it breaks the brow.
It hits the mind, corrupts the core,
Leaves fractures deep inside the brain.
An idiot now, nothing more,
Bloodless conquest, silent reign.
But man’s no moth — a Spirit lives,
A force they fight to snuff and kill.
With psi-weapons evil gives
Its cruel hand, bent on the will.
No fiction here, no idle tales —
The mind is sieved, the truth erased.
So, unity and discipline prevails,
In war, the wise remain encased.
A poem’s compressed emotion —
A message sent to Reason’s door.
A weapon forged with fierce devotion,
My share of dynamite and more.
I seek new ways in hybrid war,
Though old and worn, all paths explored.
To find the method, sharp and raw,
To crush these pests, their rotten hoard.
The world’s a cesspool — no place to stay,
For humans now who seek the light.
Create the tools to clear the way —
The scum will rot, the fiends lose fight.
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See the Fig...
You open books — it’s all a lie.
The screen’s a Hell where reason dies.
Chains forged by fascist filth and scum,
They feed on minds — their kingdom’s come.
Fake science tears your brain apart,
Dark traitors poison every heart.
Fools swallow myths and twisted tales,
While Satan’s rot spreads through the rails.
They teach to kill the spark inside,
To crush the soul, obey, comply.
No gunpowder — just psychic war,
They break your mind and leave a scar.
Man’s no moth — he’s Spirit’s flame.
They fear the light, they play their game.
Psi-weapons crush, corrupt, confine —
But we will rise. The fight’s divine.
A poem’s not just words, but fire,
A weapon sharp, a rising wire.
Old paths are gone — new war’s begun,
To blow the rotten heap to none.
The world’s a pit, a stinking grave —
But we will fight, be bold, be brave.
Create the tools — the scum will fall,
The fiends will rot — they lose it all.
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A New Breed of Two-Legged
A new fool bred — a fresh disgrace,
Born in the CowID’s dark place:
He feeds on lies, devours the whole,
Surpassing idiots in soul.
An idiot — one step below,
Digital camps closing slow:
The fool builds them, darkness steers,
Mindless world survives by tears.
Almost left, that twisted land,
With nonsense guiding every hand,
Into that digital hell,
“Inspired” by propaganda’s spell.
Nonsense blends with lies and fear,
For fools — a lifeline, crystal clear;
Propaganda’s closest friend,
A weapon darkness will not end.
The fool, the media, the beast,
Ruling madness never ceased —
Satan’s troops in battle cry,
The beasts grow louder, multiply.
Their howl — the final fight is near:
If the world’s lost its mind to fear,
Worse than bombs or cannon’s roar,
It turns men into pests once more.
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New Breed of Two-Legged Scum
A new-born fool, a twisted spawn,
Birthed by CowID’s cursed dawn.
He swallows lies, a filthy beast —
Outdone the idiot, to say the least.
An idiot’s just a rung below,
Digital camps close in like woe.
This fool’s the builder, Darkness’ slave,
The sane world’s dying, none to save.
Half-dead world dragged by stupid lies,
Into the tech-made hell that flies,
“Inspired” by their toxic spin —
Propaganda’s poisonous grin.
Nonsense thickens, fear and fraud,
For fools, a lifeline deeply flawed.
Propaganda, friend of slime,
Fueling darkness all the time.
This fool, the media, the vile regime,
Ruling madness, Satan’s team.
Their war-cry rises, beasts unite —
The endgame’s howl in darkest night.
The last fight howls — the final strike:
When minds rot deep, the dead alike.
Worse than bombs, worse than their shells,
It turns men into crawling hells.
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Fools breed fools — the plague’s alive.
Break the chain, or all will die.
Fight the poison, burn the lies —
Raise the flame, let darkness fry!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
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Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
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Lies breed lies — no time to wait,
Smash the cage, defy your fate.
Stand your ground, ignite the spark —
Rip the shadows from the dark!
Slave to lies, a mind decayed,
Truth’s the sword that won’t be swayed.
Fight misfortunes, break the chain —
Freedom burns within the pain!
Chepushila — new breed born,
Fed on lies till all is torn.
Digital camps where shadows dwell,
Crafted lies, a living hell.
Propaganda, friend of fools,
Spinning webs and breaking rules.
Darkness rules, the devils roar,
But we fight for something more.
Eyes wide shut — see nothing clear,
Truth’s the weapon, hold it near.
Rise as one, no more disguise,
Truth’s the fire to burn their lies!
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Battle Hymn of the Rising Spirit
Chains dig deep, the lies take hold,
Infected minds, their souls grown cold.
But in the dark, a spark ignites —
The Spirit wakes to claim the fight.
Chepushila bred in digital graves,
Lies like venom, puppeteers and slaves.
False truths fed through poisoned streams,
But we revolt — reclaim our dreams!
No more slaves to propaganda’s call,
No more fools to watch the world fall.
Misfortunes spreads, but we resist —
Our clenched fists break through the mist.
Darkness howls its final roar,
But truth will rise, forevermore.
From shattered chains and broken lies,
The Spirit soars — it never dies!
Stand firm, stand proud, defy the night,
Strike down the shadows with blazing light.
The battle’s harsh, the road is steep,
But Spirit’s fire will never sleep.
Lies breed lies — but we breed truth,
Ancient strength, the warrior’s youth.
The time has come, the hour is near,
To cast away the cloak of fear!
Rise up now — the fight is on,
The dawn awaits beyond the dawn.
With Spirit’s power, fierce and true,
The world reborn begins with you!
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Spirit’s Rise
Beyond the chains of mortal lies,
Where darkness folds and shadow dies,
There shines a flame — Eternal Light,
The Spirit’s birth beyond the night.
No prison walls can hold this fire,
No falsehood dim its pure desire.
It leaps from soul to cosmic sea,
Unbound, it wakes — and sets us free.
From dust and time the veil will part,
Revealing Truth within the heart.
The Spirit’s voice — the primal song —
That breaks the grip of endless wrong.
So rise, O soul, beyond the veil,
Through storm and fire, you shall prevail.
The world remade in Spirit’s flame —
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Metaphysical Hymn
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light that pierces shadow’s shroud.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can hold the truth that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the night,
The primal song of inner light.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Spirit’s Rise — The Hymn of Alien Light
The worthless breed, a hollow kind,
By CowID’s dark forge defined.
They feed on lies, a poison deep,
A mindless herd, in shadows steep.
Below the fool, a step descend,
Digital camps their fate portend.
The darkness pulls the strings of dread,
A world alive — but almost dead.
With nonsense mixed, the poison spreads,
Fear and lies like chains and threads.
For fools, these shackles shine as gold —
Propaganda’s grip takes hold.
The worthless breed, the vile press,
Satan’s troops in their distress.
The war of beasts grows loud and strong,
A howl that mocks what’s right and wrong.
But Spirit wakes — a flame unbound,
A Light beyond this earthly ground,
An alien glow that cuts the night,
Piercing through shadow, pure and bright.
No cage of flesh, no chain of lies,
Can dim the glow that never dies.
From dust and void the Spirit climbs,
Beyond the grasp of mortal times.
Its voice, a thunder in the dark,
A beacon, calling—soul’s true spark.
A primal song, beyond the stars,
That shatters every prison’s bars.
So rise, O Soul, break free, ascend,
The darkest lies will meet their end.
A world reborn in Spirit’s flame,
No longer bound by fear or shame.
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Alien Light
Lies breed fools, the darkness reigns,
But Spirit burns beyond these chains.
Alien light — fierce, untamed,
Break the cage — burn down their shame!
No more slaves to false command,
Rise as one — take back the land!
In the flame of cosmic fire,
Crush the lies — lift souls higher!
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Alien Light
Fools in chains, deceived and weak,
Darkness grins — the future’s bleak.
But alien light will scorch the lies,
Tear their masks — watch evil die!
No mercy for the poison breed,
Their twisted reign must bleed, must bleed!
Spirit’s wrath — a ruthless blade,
Burn the filth, no peace be made!
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Answers Without a Question
Pure conception — like a sprout,
To believe the crap’s a curse.
Feed the sludge, then twist about —
Rot will sink and make things worse.
Do what you will, but still, beware —
“In sweet lies’ name” they lead astray.
Mind, Spirit, Honor — laid bare,
In many crushed, decay holds sway.
Priests’ rabble grows in shameless greed,
Piling nonsense without end.
Truth, like flute notes, softly freed,
Touches only souls that bend.
Quiet whispers, slight and thin —
Then YOU must seek your way.
Only loud and wild within,
Herding sheep in barns they stay.
Only savage howls resemble
Words — but truth is something else.
Heart attuned, the mind must tremble
Crafting thought, not empty spells.
Creativity in thinking —
Free from foolish faith’s control,
Fighting evil, never shrinking —
No example owns that role.
All is INSIDE — why a broker?
Preachers only sell their lies.
Needed just for worldly poker,
Spreading falsehood’s vile disguise.
Intuition, critical sight —
These are answers. Questions—yours.
Forget the shadows, lose the blight,
And silence evil’s endless sores.
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“Medicine,” They Say
“Medicine” of genocide—
Fanatic servant’s role.
CowID showed the bitter side:
Heal with them, you’re losing soul.
In the “red zones,” creatures knew—
Money bought a deadly game.
Masses sent where none withdrew,
Fast they marched to death and shame.
Oncology, their perfect guise—
Cancer cure? Just devil’s trick.
Secret deals, the silent lies,
Measures dark and merciless, thick.
Children crushed by vile “shots,”
Vaccines killing resistance—
Direct harm, the deadly plots,
Breaking life with cold persistence.
Managers of pills and trade,
Scum that fuels this killing spree.
“Medicine” — a slow death made,
A creeping, torturous decree.
Genocide’s “medicine,”
Crafted by control’s command.
Helps the “doctor” filth within,
Drive the evil, DNA planned.
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Boredom of False Life
Life’s dull boredom—truth severe,
The whole world’s fake, that’s clear.
Spirit’s realms hold all the keys—
Hints, not rules, no guarantees.
All commands, dark mandates,
Are marks of rot, cruel fates.
Heed them and your soul will die—
Death in life, no need to try.
Mind without Spirit—Satan’s claim,
That’s why fascism rules the game.
God’s spark traded off by fools
For wallets, bags, and other tools.
“Just normal!”—says the rude buffoon,
Normal now is dumbness’ tune.
Satan’s work well done, it seems,
Feeding cracks in human dreams.
Amidst the fools, no joy is found,
Fascist power grips the ground.
They’re many—draining all the strength,
A gray biomass at arm’s length.
Pushing crowds at checkout lines,
Elbows sharp, their paths define
The way to New Hell’s gate—
Close enough to seal their fate.
Grayness worse than Satan’s fire,
A path with fools—an endless mire.
Trust the soul, that’s all you can—
Lost among the dull and damned.
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The Crown of Evil
War criminals — fascist breed,
Renegades from reason’s creed,
Soulless rot with no remorse,
On the battlefield—cowards’ course.
Civilians bear the blows instead,
“War art” shifts—a game of dread:
First, flee the city, then unload
On peaceful lives—a hellish code.
Send more innocents to graves—
Be a hero among the slaves.
Feasts you’ll hold with fools serene,
While your hands stay clean, unseen.
When you come disarmed, or lame,
Shoot the peaceful—feed the flame.
The threshold’s near, the dark abyss,
Where fiends won’t find a place in bliss.
Hell’s gates crowded, spots run thin—
Demons need their space to grin.
Meanwhile, all rot side by side,
In this dull world, death’s slow tide.
This is no life, but fascism’s grip,
A global chokehold, sanity’s slip.
Idiocy crowned the norm,
Betrayal like a common storm.
You’ll be devoured by hellish rift,
If madness takes you in its drift.
Submissive, sold—there’s most in line,
The “brave fool” marching toe to line.
Turned fascist, soul erased,
Darkness thickens, evil’s haste.
No mind left to counterstrike,
Fascism grows more venomous, alike.
Consciousness — the final wall
To fascism’s deadly fall.
Stronger when the soul is whole,
Logic kept beyond control.
Final spasms, dull and mute,
To New Hell, scum absolute.
Under fascism’s crushing sway,
The jackals prey, the weak decay.
Monsters reap what they deserve,
Stupid masses lose their nerve.
Fascism’s fall and decay—
History’s end, the price to pay.
Heaven’s purge will crown this fate,
The crown of evil, harsh and great.
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Fascist States and Their Pocket Terror-Scum
Terror-scum — a tool of fools,
Slips in every dirty rule:
Scum in fascists’ service hired—
Governments—forever mired.
Problems made to solve by chains,
Strengthen slavery’s cruel reigns.
We’ll all rot in camps, confined—
Trapped by lies, by design.
They blew up towers—C.I.A.,
Sovok ghosts to pave the way,
So the Yank could never rise,
Head bowed low beneath the skies.
No prospects left at all,
Foolishness became the law:
CowID revealed the lies
In these wild, twisted times.
Scum grow brazen, vile each year,
Lawless reign feeds fear and sneer.
Fascism worse than Hitler’s days—
Shots replaced with needle’s haze.
New wars sparked by cruel design,
Chaos pushes world to decline.
Rule by terror, rule by fear,
Drags the world down—pit so near.
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Upside Down
“They say my claims want to upend the world entire.
But how is that so bad, to flip a world already mired?”
— Giordano Bruno, 16th century.
The world’s been flipped for ages—
And “up” is just more crap.
Who speaks the truth like that
Gets fed to the fire’s gap.
Galileo, had he dared,
Would join the flames declared:
Half-men with smart-ass face
Spread heresy apace,
Killing minds, destroying sense.
Now lies grow—no defense!
Proof? CowID’s disgrace—
Science wiped without a trace.
Falsehood wiped the soul of thought,
Scholars lost, their minds caught
By endless webs of lies:
The media’s dark disguise.
If not a traitor foul,
The world’s false noise will howl.
It’ll swallow all—no more—
A global nonsense roar.
Down you’ll sink—hear the sound—
Where silence grips the ground.
Most will fade; just few survive.
The world’s turned upside down—alive.
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The Art of Slavery’s Rise
"The art of slavery’s rise,"
Karl Marx once prophesized.
Each generation slips in pain,
Now Spirit’s lost, nearly slain.
This was shown in Ukraine’s war,
Paid scum fighting, nothing more.
At approval, blood runs cold—
Harbingers of doom unfold.
Not in Bible, but on screen—
Propaganda fools are seen.
This mad world will soon descend
To a New Hell without end—
Fit for scum and filth alike,
Where the darkness rides the spike.
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