"Greatest gifts," they preach and reign,
Feeding worlds with hollow dreams.
"Communism"? Just a chain,
Fascist care behind the scenes.
Show your pass—submit, obey,
Tolerance rules all around.
Yet the brave, in their own way,
Fight beneath where dark is crowned.
Few will see their silent strife,
As the fools embrace their fate.
Yet through hardship, wings take life—
Soaring high beyond the gate.
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Rotten thoughts will breed decay—
Bitter age will claim its due.
Never thought? Then fade away
As a slave, still blind and true.
Faith in nonsense, worn yet strong—
Church or Party, all the same.
Crushes minds and leads them wrong—
That’s the heart of Chatter’s game.
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Fights for the right to be enslaved,
All revolutions, blind and cruel—
Led by beasts, with power paved,
Under evil’s rule, we drool.
One alone, in thought, will drown—
A world where chains are just the same.
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Introspection
"It’s never too late to learn," they say—
A lie that clouds the skies each day,
A false freedom wrapped in light—
"Knowledge is power" for the fools in flight.
Master the art of self-reflection,
A challenging, deep connection—
If the light within is what you seek,
Break the molds, no longer weak.
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Cappuccino for the fool—
TV blares, the news unfolds.
"Real men!" they shout, so cruel—
Their minds are filled with empty goals.
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Six hours in the cycling race,
Athletes tire, they lose the chase.
But the commentator's prize—
Is the viewer's weary mind's demise.
Nonsense hangs like lead, so dense—
"Thought" drips down like a slow expense.
Wheels in their heads worn down, abused—
The madness reigns, their minds confused.
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The Ladder of Society
Futile toil, a mind so weak,
With "standards high" and future bleak.
"Climb" the ladder, but beware—
It’s heading down, if you still care.
A few break free, with daring will—
They bend not, walking still,
Trampling heads on their way up—
That’s how the chaos fills the cup.
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The Total Power of Interpreters
When you’ve seen the NAKED FACT,
That all is shaped by how it’s played,
Interpretations of ATTACK
Push fools to act, to strike, invade.
This is how the world’s controlled—
Evil’s witnesses erased,
When, in part, they’ve seen the cold,
And share some facts, they’re laid to waste.
Such is the "scientific truth"—
Interpretations run amok.
Among the liars, there's a proof—
Honesty’s rare, it’s out of luck.
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A tiny mind, with pride so vast,
It grows, a snowball rolling fast.
It comes with soullessness in tow—
A landslide sweeping all below.
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Metamorphosis of Imagination
The neighbor’s house was set ablaze—
A minor thing, yet brings delight.
Missed the scam in time to pay—
How disgraceful! Serves him right.
My son is young but drinks and smokes,
And chases girls without regret.
He follows me—well, that's no joke—
No better role model he's met.
I beat my wife—now she won’t nag,
No more whining, no more fights.
I'll drink life’s poison to the dregs—
No guilt, no sorrow, no insight.
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Smoke
Mediocrity’s hereditary—
For most, it is their fate.
To break the chains is scary,
So slaves just bow and wait.
They dare not take decisions,
Believe the lies they hear.
They live in self-delusion,
Deceit their only sphere.
They lie to self much deeper
Than to the world outside.
The honest grow much weaker—
Like smoke, the land subsides.
And when the smoke is scattered,
A prison will arise.
For courage never mattered,
There’ll only be their cries.
Too late to seek revival,
Too late to stand and fight...
And life’s grotesque survival
Has lost its will to Light.
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Sheeplevirus 2020
A nation strong—
Or just a herd?
The truth will dawn—
Recall that year!
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A Race of Rogues
The peloton is fierce and tight,
A ruthless, cunning game.
If you are there—then ride it right,
Break off and cheat for fame.
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The World Upside Down
We “advance” by stepping backward,
“Teach” while echoing the lies.
In this twisted, mad disaster,
Souls are trapped—no hope survives.
Fear is raging, lies grow bolder,
Treachery's a daily chore.
This infernal world smolders—
Soon it won’t exist no more.
Through cataclysms, fascist madness
Meets the fate it’s running to.
Days of darkness, days of sadness—
Satan’s reign is fading too.
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From the Pen...
At dawn, the sheep all march away,
To work, like every day before.
They fail to see—their world’s in chains,
That fascism rules them more and more.
If they knew, they’d break the cycle,
Stop the grind and change their fate.
Build new lives, new ways of thinking,
Talk, unite—before’s too late.
Self-sufficient, strong, informed,
Not deceived by state-run lies.
But tell them this—they'll scoff, ignore,
And rush to lunch with empty eyes!
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The Rattle of Lies
A rattle shakes from birth to gray,
For silence rots the fool away.
He cannot bear a world so still,
So lies must echo, loud and shrill.
Parents lie, and "schools" deceive,
To mask the chains we can’t unweave.
The media feeds the grand deceit—
And sheep just listen, nod, repeat.
A few who see, through years and strife,
Could never wake the herd to life.
Corruption thrives, and all obey—
They crave the lies, they beg to stay.
This twisted world, built up in fraud,
Will soon collapse beneath its load.
And when the bottom breaks apart,
The filth will flood—a work of art!
Yet fools will cheer, in blind embrace,
And call it "heaven’s promised place."
Such is the fate they choose to prize,
If joy still rattles, built on lies...
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They smear their violence in pitiful laws,
Where only repression is written with force.
They set up cruel and merciless flaws—
Thus rules the ILLEGITIMATE source.
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Breakaway!
In the race, so fine and bold,
You must break through the air’s thick wall.
If your body rings like gold,
You’ll break away and heed the call.
Light as air, you’ll climb the hills,
And then press forward, swift and free.
No shame in daring, no hard thrills—
The boldest riders, highest we.
In this grim life, take the lead,
Apply this trick, and break the chains.
They’ll not catch you, though they plead,
For most will crawl through dirt and stains.
To escape decay, break away,
Find freedom when the road’s too tight.
Lonely souls will find their way,
While lies and sludge consume the night.
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Pseudo-Science
Mathematics, static and cold,
Describes a world that's far too small.
The pragmatists march, loud and bold,
In pseudo-science, they rule it all.
With fabrications, lies, and plays,
They prop up the grand deceit.
In every trick, the truth decays—
The common goal is lies they feed.
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The Metropolitan
The archbishop keeps a watchful eye,
He checks on priests as they pass by.
How smoothly each one spins a lie—
The seeds of Satanism grow high.
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Cannon Fodder
Cannons hungered for some meat –
Fools were marched into the heat.
Such a tale brings little cheer,
Madness reigns both far and near.
Fascism shifts its mask and guise,
Yet remains as vile as lies.
But the end is drawing near –
Armageddon’s almost here.
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"Themes" to memes,
Nonsense streams –
Fools start shaking
In their dreams!..
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Feasting on lies –
Poison spread.
Fools have swallowed
Brains go dead...
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Phantasmagoria of Extinction
Like a gosling, lost and weak,
Baby mammoth tries to seek
Mom and dad—but all in vain,
Doomed to vanish, born in chains.
Leave your ancestors behind,
All their "wisdom"—never mind.
Truth is buried, hard to find
In the filth that clouds your mind.
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Being dumb’s a tougher trade
Than the verses poets made.
You must heed the twisted minds
And absorb the rot they find.
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Market Crash on the Soul Exchange
Hey, the market's shifting fast –
Psyche's price won’t long outlast.
Sell yourself without delay –
Dumping drives the cost away.
Souls are cheap, no mind required,
Crowds by media inspired.
Through their voices, camps arise –
Digital in their disguise.
On white flags, red crosses shine,
“Care” is preached in every line.
Yet the fiends who stage this show
Dream of herds that kneel and bow.
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Verbal Diarrhea of Propaganda
Brains get washed—what a catch!
Evil’s tricks still hold their patch:
If not Lenin, Christ appears—
Endless flood of hollow fears.
Schools will gladly aid the mission:
Preach that chains are just tradition,
Push the “greatest” of ideals—
Turn you into slave for real.
Chains can break, but not the lies,
For the fools will idolize
Every wretched, vile disguise
That their masters advertise.
Like a lifeline, they embrace
All the bile their rulers praise.
Sickened minds, corrupted view—
Now the world’s a "Soviet" too.
Once they jailed the sane in wards
For rejecting Party’s chords.
Now the flood runs even wider,
Drowns the world in filth and cider.
Modern media surpassed
Every scheme of tyrants past,
Even Goebbels looks in wonder
As they pull the masses under.
Fools and traitors lead the race,
Forming crowds of slaves, disgraced.
Demons steer them, dragging low—
Drop the filth, let lies all go!
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Closing Ceremony of the Paris Games
Devils and zombies, end of days,
After the rings, they’ll claim their praise.
A celebration of dark rites—
Beasts will feast in satan's sights.
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Quick step. — Where to? — Away from here!
I won't become a fool, I fear.
The chance is high to fall so low,
In this world, where lies will grow.
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Out of the Crowd
"Run among the still, stand with the fast!"
— Confucius.
The crowd knows not where they are going,
No pause to see what’s truly flowing.
Their “wisdom” bound by rot and ruin,
To be with them’s to be undone.
Where do they run? To "success" they race,
Past stops where tyrants hide their place.
Only fools can stand the game,
Where mindless joy is all the same.
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This World, a Journey from the
Stupid Hell to the Sheepish Paradise
"It's not what they've made of me,
But what I’ve made of what they made of me."
— Jean-Paul Sartre
They've dulled, they've cut away
All the soul’s movements toward the Light.
Everywhere’s a Hell of dismay—
Wake up fast, and take your flight.
Heal your wounds the best you can,
Seek and learn, find your own way.
For they always lead the flock to slaughter,
Shouting "paradise" to sway.
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Murder of the Mind by "Survival"
Cause and effect in this cruel game:
Life’s tough, so you’re to blame?
Or are you born a wretch by fate?
In this world, the lines are faint.
It happens both ways, here and there,
It’s not the monster, it’s despair.
Causes follow consequences,
Not for fools—who lack the senses.
There’s time, but also timelessness,
Yet nonsense drowns all mindfulness,
The fragile motions of the mind,
Lost in the Hell that’s blind, confined.
Hell’s true nature: pure survival,
Brains and souls for sacrifice—
In Hell, salvation costs your skin,
With death to Science, Culture’s end.
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The Dull Lyre
A bloated bug,
A filthy creeper,
The world’s a rug—
It digs in deeper.
The Lyre hums:
"Love, joy, devotion!"
The shame just numbs—
That’s all its potion.
The parasite
Would keep you sleeping:
"Seize the delight!"—
This world is weeping.
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False Faiths with a Stench of Satanism
A savage mask, a hollow fraud—
It’s Satan playing human god.
They wrote their myths, they spun their tales—
Now blind submission sets the sails.
Look Within—the truth is there,
Not in fables bred from air,
Not in scripts of twisted lies,
Where the soul is crushed and dies.
No fattened priest, no preacher’s game,
No sects that shackle you in shame—
Their nonsense bows the weak and frail,
A golden chain, a velvet jail.
These are fables meant for slaves,
A net where mindless fish behave.
Millions lost in blind submission,
Throwing gates to dark perdition.
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Grasshopper Stew
Masha gets porridge,
Vasya—a tank.
No way to dodge it,
Cyberpunk.
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The Limits of "Knowledge"
Blind to "knowledge," lost in dust,
The mind decays, consumed by rust.
The Heart knows more—so vast, so grand,
It stuns the fool who'd scoff and stand.
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The Burden of the Damned
A sack of lies, regrets, and blunders,
Of dreams that drift to dark, astray—
Doomed souls march on, torn full asunder,
And drag it down to Hell’s doorway.
The load grows worse, the road turns colder,
While fiends divide and lock the mind:
"Survive—just that!"—they scream and solder
The chains that keep the herd confined.
The end result?—Judas and fools,
Who'd sell their souls and never care
For Light or Truth, for heart-born rules,
For Honor lost in poisoned air.
And so the tale of Evil closes,
Its milestones counted to the gate—
Where every dream of virtue dozes,
And rot is all that’s left of fate.
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The Loss of Illusions
"Is losing illusions a profit or loss?"
— Stanisław Jerzy Lec
A loss—if you dream of success in the madhouse,
For fools hate the one who can see through the lies.
Here, fame and the filth are the keys to their triumph,
While chains forged of falsehood still dazzle blind eyes.
No profit—just space that is cleared for the seeker,
Who walks toward the Light through a path rough and steep.
Escaping the filth of this world grows much simpler
When roads aren’t so narrow, so twisted, so deep.
For all takes place in the space of the mind—
Illusions must die for the journey to start.
Few ever find what they're hoping to find,
But seeking itself is the god of the heart.
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The "Rational" Mankind
A withered branch
Of a sane creation.
Whips of Evil
Know no cessation.
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The Fascist Core of Every Regime
To twist the mind—their master play,
A fascist trick that rules the day.
No other filth is ever found—
The mob's "bright mind" runs false, unsound.
Add to that schools that breed decay,
And through the years, it stays that way.
The fool, once dulled, will rise and lead—
For in this world, the fools exceed.
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Fools and Scum
Fools and scum—don’t be deceived,
Satan’s hands have them retrieved.
Bought for trinkets, sold for vice,
Dragged down deep without a price.
To the bottom, fool—think fast!
He will own you till the last.
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The Writer’s Toil
This work’s like mining frozen stone,
A lonely, endless, harsh ordeal.
You need it—yours and yours alone,
Let others lie and call it real.
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The Soul's Perimeter in the World's Dark Veil
What's aging?
A fading,
A wasting,
A shading.
The circle shrinks tight—
Mind drowns out the light.
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False Freedom and Its Funny Signs
A statue stands—
"Of freedom," they say.
I stare at it straight—
Still fake to this day...
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Obelisk on the Place de la Concorde
Concorde Square—
A "shaft" in the middle.
Brought from the Nile,
Now stuck here, brittle.
Darkness is welcomed,
Crowds bow and kneel.
This they call freedom?
A myth—but it's real.
Rulers are twisted,
Masters of lies.
Here, truth’s resisted—
Fraud never dies...
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In Hell
No wonders remain—
This world starts to wane,
Like branches decayed,
As Hell took the glade.
Its roots burn below—
There's nowhere to go.
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Place de la Concorde
Concorde Square—
What a despair!
What’s to embrace?
Darkness in place?
Madness rules—
I won’t comply!
Lies stand tall—
I dare defy!
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Global Digital Prison Camp
Satan’s law, brute control—
Idiocy takes its toll.
Nothing new—just the same,
As the masses sink in shame.
Low is high in their disguise,
Twisted world of upside-down lies.
Soon, just numbers, none remain,
Human souls erased in vain.
A new Camp is drawing near,
Modern, digital, severe—
White flag marked with a crimson cross,
For the minds already lost.
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Fools and the Media
Strong in body, dull in mind,
Blindly following the grind.
In the war, they play their part,
Killing off the sacred spark.
Media—new god they serve,
Ruling all with twisted nerve.
Fools obey without a fight—
Long as fear stays out of sight,
They believe the promised light...
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Darkness and Shame
Wars and famine, all preplanned,
Monsters rule across the land.
Fake diseases, same old game—
Different age, but still the same.
CowID came, like past "plagues" did,
Silent culling, genocide.
Truthful ones are left half-dead—
Rot, and Darkness, Shame widespread...
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