The "Employment" Medal
Listen close, and you will find,
A reward of the simplest kind:
"Give the fools more work to do!"
That’s the medal given to you.
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The Horseman of the Apocalypse at the Paris Olympics Opening
The strongest... fool, indeed:
Games to please the "crowd's" greed!
The beastly Horse he did display—
But may this madness fade away.
They still believe, as always done,
In what the masters say is "won."
The flag he bears, it’s all a joke—
Turned upside down—yet none will choke,
For what is wrong, they won’t see clear—
It’s just a "mistake," they cheer and jeer.
The world’s gone mad in this decay,
The fool’s the sport, it’s here to stay.
But the fool, so strong and tough,
Will run and fight—just can't get enough.
And soon enough, he'll race his way—
Straight to Hell, where fools will stay...
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Modern Cain and Abel
Cain’s the master, Abel’s slave,
The world’s grown weak, the spirit’s grave.
Mind’s a wreck, a shattered glass,
But who cares? Just stack the cash!
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Branded Cattle
Branded stock—
A world of fools to walk.
Where to go?
From here, just let it go...
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TNT Equivalent of "Ideas"
A bullet’s blind, but "ideas"
Strike with force and sharp precision.
Now enslaved are all, defeated,
By a horde of blind submission.
For generations, we've been taught
Foolish lies to keep us caught,
Torn away from what the Soul
Whispers, trying to keep us whole.
But for madmen, "thoughts" bring healing—
Madness stronger, more appealing.
Floods of nonsense drown the wise;
Trust the LIARS—you’re despised.
Hear your Soul and doubt the preaching,
See how Evil keeps repeating.
In those "truths" its cycle shows—
And you’ll know their worth is close to zero.
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Olympics in London
CowID agenda—
It must be displayed!
The same old "defenders"
Work hard, undismayed.
Their duty? To warn us,
To spread it beforehand,
No riddles to warn us,
No twists—just a plain hand.
The hag, grim and clever,
Declared with no shame:
"A new age—forever...
The drama's endgame!"
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To Fall or Not to Fall?
To survive, to play it right—
Fall to Hell, embrace the night.
Better yet—just chase the throne,
Serve the SHADOWS, not your own.
Fade away—or dare to shine,
Speak your soul, let wisdom climb!
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A World Distorted by False Science
A twisted world, a broken view—
False "science" makes it seem so true.
Its goal? To raise a mindless fool,
And if you trust—you're just a tool.
They feed you lies, erase the Soul,
Blind the world—divide, control.
Their scholars bow to those who rule,
Deceitful servants—cunning, cruel.
See the beasts, their minds confined,
Like Pavlov’s cattle, trapped, resigned.
Faith in falsehood shapes their fate—
Marching dumb to science fake.
Truth is gone—who needs the proof?
Dogma reigns—no need for truth.
Reason lost, they heed the call—
Two-legged beasts devour it all.
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Pskov Paratroopers in Ukraine, 2014
Pskov’s troops went rolling in,
Crossed the line in wool and tin.
"Just a break," they said—"Alright,
What a perfect place to fight!"
Shooting’s fun—until you fall,
Bullets don’t ask names at all.
"Leaders" lie with all their might,
Turn the TV—see the sight:
"Nazis here, a threat so grand!"
Pure deceit—a sleight of hand.
Thus were born the brainwashed horde,
Slaves to lies, to "Z" adorned.
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Petro Poroshenko
Poroshenko, years ahead,
Was a creep—enough was said.
Lies and filth—his heart's delight,
And the mob just cheered him bright.
Mob or people? What's the score?
When they vote a boxer—mob.
Trash floats higher—rules the floor,
Freedom? Never. Just a fob.
Yet that trash is pre-arranged
Not by crowds, but those unseen.
From the lineup, fools deranged
Choose the liar they call king.
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Tokyo Olympics
Games postponed, yet here they stand,
Masked-up "athletes" on demand.
Even Orwell, sharp and keen,
Never guessed this wild scene.
CowID rules—absurd, extreme,
Darker than a nightmare’s dream.
Minds are buried, reason’s gone,
Sheep-lined world—marching on.
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Sleep Deprivation Kills
Lack of sleep is worse than pain,
Drains your mind with each new strain.
Step by step, as strength declines,
Dreams will fade, lost to time.
Rest enough—don’t push too hard,
Creativity’s a spark
Only lit when you’re renewed,
Bringing change with power true.
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The Allegory of Show Jumping
A horse of grace, a fool astride,
Yet for the crowd, he’s praised with pride.
But time will come—just wait and see,
He’ll take the fall—inevitably.
The world’s a course, absurd and grim,
Its folly neither new nor dim.
Riders hollow, cold as stone—
The BEASTS rejoice—they're on the throne.
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A Garden for Firewood
"The homeland’s smoke is sweet and bright!"
— A. Griboedov
Souls run empty, cold inside—
Bread and circuses provide.
All they see is dull and grim,
Like the stench of choking brim.
Smoke, like poison in the air,
Burns the heart beyond repair.
"Bow to madness, bear it all!"
Fools are taught since they are small.
Shun the "saplings"—grow alone,
Blossom in the wild, unknown.
Planted there to fuel the flame,
They will burn—to ash, to shame.
Soon the sun will set it right,
Fire rising, smoke in flight.
Let it smother—let them choke,
Time to think—forget the smoke!
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With Every Year
With every year, the task grows tough,
To clear the lies, to call their bluff.
As ignorance spreads, it grows more vile,
And beasts grow bolder, worse in style,
Driving the world to depths below—
The lies, the fools, they steal the show.
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To Drag and Keep
Drag them down, don’t let them rise,
Pull again, with bitter lies.
To deceive, without a care—
That’s the mark of those in power’s snare.
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Rest for Body, Rest for Mind
Rest the body, rest the mind,
Honor Nature, you will find
That when you push yourself too hard,
Your goals will fade, your strength will guard.
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The Scum of Real Shadow Power
"Free press" is silenced, all of it tight,
In the CowID era, spreading false light.
Politicians-clowns — no power to wield,
Just scum beneath, with nothing to yield.
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The Corrupt "Subculture"
Editors, chief,
Ministry's belief—
All are for sale,
A twisted tale.
In Evil's wheel,
When skins reveal.
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The End of the World
We draw the line:
The world’s decline,
And all will fall into the flame,
For two-thirds are blind to shame.
Soullessness spread like a disease—
And we, in truth, are none but fleas.
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Propaganda
Stop! It's trash—
Beasts' loud clash!
That’s the media,
Believe it? Fool, you are.
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Zombie Warriors
The macho rides
Towards his foe.
Who’s the enemy?
The media will show!
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Versification
The opening line must strike with might—
Then all the verse will burn so bright.
Or at the least, stay true, sincere—
Without that fire, none will hear.
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News of the Coming Digital Chaos—Or Rather, a Camp
Honor or bread—
Soon the test.
Hear the news:
World's a mess.
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Fatigue
Drained out—
No doubt,
Fire’s out.
Wait till
Strength returns,
Then fight and burn—
If you’ve got will.
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"Sages"
These "yard-born sages," wise and grand,
Think like sheep—don’t understand.
Led on leashes, blind, they go,
Slaughter-bound by those they know.
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Two Paths
"Life’s no field to simply cross."
— Old proverb
Crossing life like field so wide?
Just jump in place—enjoy the ride.
Dare to walk beyond, go far?
The mob will call you a fool, bizarre.
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Changes
What comes next?
It’s hard to tell...
In plain words—
A fool as well.
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Fencing
A dulled-off blade, yet swift it flies.
The first to strike—the first who's right.
As for the one who bravely dies?
Forgotten soon by cautious might.
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Total Slavery
You can leave—at least it seems,
So is slavery just dreams?
But escape? Now that's a trick—
The world’s a prison, walls too thick.
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The Abyss of Satanism
Standards matter—goods must last!
Schooling? Now that’s just a laugh.
Dumbed-down minds, no guiding form—
Fuel to feed the abyss’s storm.
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Running in defiance of sex
No troubles haunt your private life
If you avoid its heated thrill.
More space for thought, much less of strife,
And peace that bends to steady will.
Hormones can rest—let miles inspire,
For running’s faithful through the years.
It won’t betray like burnt-out fire,
Unless excess brings pains and tears.
Fights cut much deeper than the track,
And claims can wound more than a fall.
No shame from treachery attacks—
Just herbal tea instead of all.
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Cadres decide everything
Schools of Pol Pot and informers' brigade,
Goebbels' own studio, lessons in hate.
Doctors like Mengele—monsters are made,
Crafted to keep us all under the weight.
Geniuses? No, that’s too much of a task—
Raising new Hitlers is harder to do.
But turning a thug into one with a mask?
Just start him in law enforcement crew.
Hitler once shouted of nation’s great need,
Branded a villain when all came to light.
Now the same monsters are learning his creed—
“Health” and “progress” their banners in sight.
“Health” won the war on CowID they spread,
“Progress” has lit up a battlefield’s flame.
Fools nod along as they're easily led,
Fighting and "healing" in ignorant shame.
Now there are legions—too many to save,
Hope for this world is fading to none.
It crumbles to filth, a fast-rushing wave,
And Satan stands as the last worshiped one.
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The Carrot of "Knowledge"
The fool sees knowledge as a prize—
Pass all your tests, and soon you’ll be
A learned ass in foolish skies,
Content in hollow company.
But dare to add a bit of nerve,
And you will lead the blind along—
So long as you know how to serve
The "duce" keeping your herd strong.
That truths are bent, that lies run deep—
Such things don’t bother donkeys' minds.
They only crave what they can keep—
The promise of their petty finds.
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Masks and Fools
The foe appears as a kindly uncle,
Yet in deeds, he's ruthless, cruel.
But for ages, fools adore the masks,
The simpletons and jester’s tasks—
"Real men," they say, "the golden rule."
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Sacred Grounds
The cross shines brightly all around,
Gold gleams with beauty, pure delight!
But to the soul of a bound man,
It pulls with force, though not so right...
For the Free Spirit, it’s dark and grim,
A life of toil and weariness within.
To them, any place is blessed and true,
Where Enlightenment comes without the view.
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"He who doesn’t work, shall not eat"
In those words, slavery’s no disguise.
But that's old news. The new "test" we greet—
CowID’s the trial for the broken lies.
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In ignorance, there’s peace of mind—
Like cows in stables, calm and still.
Enlightenment is not a bind—
It’s alchemy. The fate, the will.
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To Die for the Global Asylum
"Live, be dead, be truly dead. Do all you wish— it will be well."
Bunan.
The splinter of this shabby life
Lodges deep within your mind.
Pull it out— let it burst forth,
Shame and misery intertwined!
As though you were dead,
But not a heap of waste—
The Spirit’s borders erased,
And with it, war is chased.
The war’s fought by the twisted ones,
Who made you their slave.
And all the troubles you face,
Are artificial, misbehaved.
Expand your mind, so simply—
That’s the way to go.
Otherwise, you'll perish a fool,
Propping up the Asylum's flow.
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Crooked Comparisons
A fascist, like a leaf,
Falls into the Autumn's sway.
But the CREATURE, like a worm,
Gnaws at all that’s in the way.
The fascist, a CREATURE,
Grows upon the tree of doom.
The king is formal,
His enemies in the womb.
Winter comes,
The CREATURES will survive.
But the fool,
Once more, won’t stay alive.
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Chipollino is the Only Man
Chipollino’s the only man
Among the veggies, standing tall.
The cucumbers will find a plan
To heed the rulers of them all.
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The Ram’s Hell
Fears and lies on every screen,
Yet the rams still heed the scene.
They can't break free, they can't awake—
The Ram's Hell goes on, for their sake.
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Enslavement by "Ideas"
The fascist’s talk is sharp,
The humane, so meek and mild.
Like a blank sheet,
The people beguiled.
Not enough for all—
Give them "the idea,"
To bend the fools,
And rule them forever, in fear.
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The Pendulum of a Creative Soul and the Struggle of the Mediocre
Struggle's not a pendulum,
But a slide down low—
A monument to foolishness,
A triumph of madness’ glow.
The pendulum swings—
Light, Knowledge— Dark.
The creative never falters,
Or madness leaves its mark.
The pendulum swings to Dark—
Close your mind, retreat.
But when it swings to Light—
Create, and life’s complete!
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Metamorphoses
Kalashnikovs—pencils bright,
Drawing wars into the night.
But the soul's true revelation,
To hell with it—world's damnation.
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Dreams in Dreams and in "Awake"
"Life and dreams are pages of the same book."
— Arthur Schopenhauer
You keep turning through the pages
Full of nightmares, lies, and pain.
Wake up "conscious"—fool for ages,
Just to fall asleep again.
Yogis train to dream while knowing,
Yet it's hard—the gods still sleep.
That is why this world keeps glowing
Like a festering, filthy heap.
Be a god! Don't fear the ending,
Burn the rot down to the ground!
Stop decay—no more pretending,
Let the flames consume the mound.
Sunlight helps—it sees the reason,
Burns the bottom year by year.
Each new season, with more treason,
Sinks still deeper in the smear.
Spirit’s realm will rise thereafter—
There, a god must take his throne.
Dice in hand, you'll play with laughter,
Crafting worlds to call your own.
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Easier With Time
Hour by hour, it feels less dire
Swimming hard against the tide—
For the Soul. Yet some require
Struggles measured, pain applied.
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The Petition System
Vote and cheer—no real choice.
Blind and deaf, the people stay.
Idiots, rejoice! Rejoice!
Now it’s you who rule the day.
Pick a puppet—just a token,
Spun by one corrupt brigade.
Madmen march to chants unspoken,
Drummed by lies their masters made.
"Pay your debts"—the cry is spreading,
"Citizen" must heed the call.
War or "sickness", self-unthreading,
Dying’s duty most of all.
Media beasts control the masses,
Guide them like a mindless horde.
Fools are glad to serve as glasses
For the talking head they’re poured.
Yet they claim it's "good"—how clever!
Only few can see the game.
Darkness rules the world forever,
Bound by Evil’s endless chain.
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"Imperial Spirit" of a Rotten Colony
In the marshlands, fools are rushing,
Craving war without a clue.
Ruled by scum, their world keeps crushing,
Sinking deep into the blue.
"Imperial faith" is choking,
Binding all with iron chains.
Few rebel, defy the yoke, and
Face the wrath of mindless brains.
No bright future—none in sight,
Stupor drags them far below.
Brave ones fall without a fight,
Death has come to steal the show.
Judgment's near—the scum must perish,
Clean your house, rebuild anew.
Only peace is worth to cherish,
Else you’ll march to Hitler’s doom.
Cargo-führers play their roles,
Clumsy puppets, petty trolls.
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The Herd of Turtles
Shell of lies—you bear it proudly,
Thicker grows it every day.
Scoundrels shaped it, stacking loudly—
Truth? It’s long been burned away.
If your mind is dull and hollow,
Reason lost without a trace,
Soon your shell will feel too shallow—
Then they’ll lay you in your place.
And the others, creeping, crawling,
Won’t break free or drift apart.
They will march where lies are calling,
Herded turtles—what a art!
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