We just chatter, fools in line,
Chasing women, feeling fine.
Let the world be bleak and hollow—
Winning hearts is all we follow.
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Madness rules—it’s no mistake,
Darkness thrives where minds break.
Through sheer folly, fiends command,
Twisting souls with iron hand.
Lunacy secures their reign,
Spreading chaos, breeding pain.
In this world so crude, so base,
Fools keep fools in their place.
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The Mindless Herd
A mindless herd...
Will darkness be stirred,
Or led to the knife?
Fight for the light,
Or sink into night,
Lost without sight.
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A Chamber of Mad Slaves
A chamber filled with traitors,
With cowards, vile and sly.
They live for self and status—
The Earth can’t help but cry.
The Honest stand as shadows
In chains of fear and lies.
Who claims it’s just delusion—
Is blind to all he spies.
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The Soviet Mold
We chased a dream so grand, yet hollow,
While strengthening our chains each day,
Obeying beasts whose voices bellow
Of harvests rising on display.
Yet blind we were—ourselves the reaping,
Drowned in a sea of lies and shame,
Where minds and souls, through blind obedience,
Were sacrificed within the flame.
Dark powers mask their true intentions,
Deception spun with practiced art.
The Soviet's gone—now wail and mumble
Of "democrap" with bleeding hearts!
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"Concerns" Keep Growing
The "cares" keep growing—fools in power
Destroy the mind with gifts so sweet.
But when will tails and claws, once severed,
Grow back again? When comes that feat?
Will Earth turn beastly once and fully?
The answer—yours to seek and find.
But think it through, and think it truly—
Give in to fear, be left behind.
One day your tail will sprout unnoticed.
Through fear and "care," the dark designs
Breed soulless thralls—so few remaining
With human hearts, outside the lines.
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The Whip and Crumb
The dried-up crumb still draws devotion,
As once before—the whip still stings.
Yet now it bears a new promotion—
A "law," the slave believes it brings.
Old lies return with masks appealing,
Refilled to match the present day.
The wage-hand’s now a "freelance" worker—
Just empty words in sleek array.
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Progress of Decline
The progress of decline is growing,
And madness soars—an upward curve.
The sum is ruin, ever showing,
Yet lies conceal it—nerve by nerve.
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The Lies of Bonds
Your “closest friends” can grip your throat,
Their hands so firm, their smiles bright.
And family drifts—unless you float
With every lie and call it right.
For “friendship” often feeds on lies,
A comfort wrapped in soft deceit.
And families? Just thin disguise—
The stomach rules, the heart’s defeat.
Exceptions? Few. The world’s decayed,
Drowned in falsehood, slick and vast.
They “love,” they “care”—yet lies pervade,
Though not all show their masks so fast.
For blatant lies are but the tool
Of those who reign, devoid of grace.
Lie well—support the rotting rule—
And find your “happy” little place.
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Betraying Talent
No sin is worse than self-betrayal,
So cast distractions all aside.
Though trapped within a world so stale,
Create—let weariness subside.
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Propagandists
The cogs and gears of lies and malice,
Machinery of purest sin.
Their wretched souls, so lost and callous,
Are bound by contracts signed in grim.
They sell us out for crumbs and wages,
Deceiving minds already dull.
And lies, well-spiced with small intrigues,
They serve as treats to keep us full.
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The Empty Rhetoric
The blabbermouth’s no fool or clown—
His role is praised, his rank is high.
He paints a myth of great renown
For idiots who trust the lie.
And they, inspired, will spread deceit,
Believing all they hear and see.
So keep the rot—the beast must feed,
The line of falsehood shan’t break free.
For lies now govern, pure, complete,
Their grip too strong to slip away.
Through CowID, we have touched defeat,
New fools will dig a deeper grave.
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The Poet’s Crossroads
A pit ahead. To left—chains rattle.
To right—mad whispers call your name.
Behind—a path of grief and battle.
But Mandelstam first walked this flame.
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Crossroads
Straight ahead— a pit of sorrow,
Lies pile high above its rim.
Leftward— sheep led to the slaughter,
War revives at Führer’s whim.
To the right— the path of fading,
Yet the haze won’t linger long.
When decay and lies pervade you,
Choices left are weak and wrong.
But a spark of true creation
Lifts you past these roads of sin.
Step by step, it breaks damnation,
Wipes away the Goat’s dark grin.
Cursed this world— the Goat Supreme
Strangles all creative fire.
Yet the strongest won’t be beaten,
Won’t bow down to his desire.
Few resist— the crossroads call
Most to darkness, filth, and shame.
Breeding beasts, they flood the halls
Of a world consumed by flame.
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The Music Played
The music played,
The flattery flowed.
But she just swayed—
You're a zero, she showed.
No cash, no car?
Then you're out of the game.
That’s how things are—
Most folks think the same.
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In the Dark of Black Marks
Black marks flashing,
Seen without asking.
Luxury, status—
Hiding the madness.
Vile ones scheming,
Binding and weaving.
Countless, they smother
This wretched world over.
Black marks cover,
Lies make it suffer.
Few walk lightly,
Pure souls brightly.
White marks glowing—
Truth ever showing.
Honor must guide them,
So we can find them.
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Twisted faces, filled with rage—
Mad slaves seething in their cage.
When their "truths" begin to fall,
Then the "leaders" lose it all.
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Changes
Fools and tools,
Played by rules.
Masks are gone—
Helmets on.
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Childish...
Buzzing Fly
Darted by,
Landed in your ear—
Whispers lies you fear.
That’s the trick of spin—
Trust the beasts, you’re in.
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Satanism of False Faiths
Swing the censer, chant and pray—
Fools won’t see the Devil’s way.
"Eat His flesh"— the rite goes on,
Bless the chains and call it dawn.
"God’s own slaves" in every land,
While the liars rule, expand.
Temples rise at their command,
Praising shackles, tight and grand.
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"God’s" Slave
Weakened, broken, rich yet lame,
Still a servant, just the same.
Off to church—bow down once more,
Fill your mind with hollow lore.
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The Main Task of a Person is to learn how to think correctly
"To think right is more valuable than to know much."
— John Locke, 17th century
To THINK the RIGHT way—vital mission,
Else you'll drown in superstition.
Drowned in "knowledge," lost and broken,
Truth distorted, lies unspoken.
Yet intuition cuts through faking,
Lights the path when minds are aching.
Falsehoods crumble, frauds diminish,
Sharper thoughts will help you finish.
Doubt and question—stay demanding,
See how EVIL keeps expanding.
Same old tricks in fresh disguises—
Spot the pattern, no surprises.
Creativity’s the power
Lifting minds from darkness’ tower.
Only truth will rise and glisten,
Lies will rot—no need to listen.
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Goals in Holes, Minds in Drains —
Welcome to This World Insane!
Lies run wild, the trap is set,
Cheese is rotten, cold and wet.
Praise the world? A cruel jest—
Here, Deception rules the rest.
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To Those Left Frozen in the Cold
Frost bites,
Heart tight.
Trapped in lies—
Dark night.
Trash-fed delusions,
TV’s pollution.
Rotten and reeking,
Scoundrels are speaking.
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To the Outsiders
Not from here—if fools and liars
Choke your throat like jagged stones.
When their weight just grows and piles,
And all that’s left is burning scorn...
Off to wander? Maybe leaving?
Or another Hell instead?
Still, your conscience won’t stop grieving,
Still, you loathe each worm you’ve met.
Yet you fight, though filth surrounds you,
Though the madness grips the land.
Drifting on—let waves confound you,
But you never touch the sand.
For the bottom’s where the devil
Rules through lies and endless schemes.
He controls the blind and servile,
Feeding off their rotten dreams.
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To Pour Your Soul Into a Cause…
Pour your soul in—let it shine,
But if clumsy, falls to grime.
Satan’s filth lurks in disguise,
Masked as joy and sweetened lies.
"Kindness," "goodness"—all pretend,
Yet it leads to one dark end.
No ellipsis—mark my call:
Satan’s foulness taints it all.
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The Flight
All is empty if you’re trying
Truth through logic to define.
Heart must weigh the thoughts you’re flying—
Reason’s cold, but soul aligns.
There are visions—truths unspoken,
Melting fast like ice in spring.
Ponder this, let chains be broken,
Take your flight—unfurl your wings.
It’s a flight to Spirit’s mountain,
Yet a fall may lie ahead.
Without intuition’s fountain,
Mind alone may strike you dead.
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Decay
Tiny people, hollow nation,
Chained by fear and fed with lies.
Truth won’t spark their liberation—
Darkness rules, and reason dies.
Ages pass, yet still they follow,
Slaves to Evil, blind and weak.
Fools embrace the chains they swallow,
Lost in nightmares, mute and meek.
Break the chains? The world will shatter.
Ruins left—a grand collapse.
Rot devours, till nothing’s after,
End unfolds in its own traps.
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Animals
Beasts have souls, and minds as well,
Though their thoughts are weak and slow.
Strip the masks from those who dwell
In our world—you’ll see the show.
Not much difference—Earth’s a cage,
Just a realm of beasts refined.
Glimpses tear the false façade,
Show the emptiness inside.
Only those whose minds ignite,
Lift above the herds that stray.
Yet such sparks are rare and slight,
While the madness floods the way.
Thought is scarce, yet nonsense endless—
Cats outthink such fools with ease.
Yet they crown themselves as pillars…
What’s the end? A mind diseased.
Vile and cruel, they taint existence,
Harm both nature and their kin.
Monsters rule with no resistance—
Dawn won’t break this night again.
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Bombed with Lies and Fear
The blast wiped honor, mind, and soul—
A strike of lies, a storm of dread.
Yet “Soldier Zero” stands there whole,
By evil’s law he fights and bled.
He bombs, yet he’s the fallen too—
Corrupt exchange, a tainted game.
And so, for many, blurred and skewed,
The line between the good and shame.
A rotten mess—a stinking mire,
For filth will taint the sweetest well.
No need for war, no need for fire—
Lies alone will cast their spell.
The filth displayed, the wars have spoken,
And cast the world in darker shade.
The souls destroyed? They died unbroken,
For filth within will not degrade.
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Burrows. Blinders. Darkness near.
Truth is fading—choked by fear.
Lies now serve as whip and chain,
Goebbels’ tales seem mild, in vain.
Creatures learn—deceit perfected,
Spewing filth without a flaw.
Rot is set, the end’s projected—
Just a few more years to thaw.
On full speed, the storm is racing,
Bringing ruin, crushing ground.
Dust of man—pathetic, wasting,
Two-thirds fools among the drowned.
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The wounded bird
Still longs to rise—
A human soul
That never dies.
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Youth—
Old age—
Few escape
The void’s embrace.
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The Shift of Ideologies Over Time
"Blinders off!"—yet Darkness cries,
But just to swap them once again.
Thus, it shields us from the Light,
Keeps the dust from causing pain.
Dissidents still spread their haze,
Casting grime in every place.
Cure their curse in old-time ways—
Call our order but "disgrace."
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Light
Light shines only in the knowing—
Rarely breaks through blinded eyes.
Darkness yokes each new-born growing,
Bound by lies the Goat supplies.
"Light" they call their chains unshaken,
"Duty," "goodness"—words so sweet.
Yet the herd, so lulled and taken,
Fails to see the dark deceit.
Few can break the cursed binding,
Yet the crowd calls them insane.
Slaves see "freedom" so unwinding—
Freedom, chanted, forged in chains.
"Freedom reigns!"—their voices thunder,
"Free world"—terms they twist and smear.
Madness welcomes every blunder,
Like a sewer welcomes fear.
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All Is Propaganda
Truth is but scraps—mere shards remain,
While lies are cast through history’s frame.
They twist the past to mask the stain,
So ages ruled by evil tame.
Take, for instance, lunar stories—
They "walked the dust" with proud display.
Yet drowning facts in verbal glories,
They hide how rot still eats away.
The world decays, while chains grow stronger,
Each day they tighten on the mind.
"Freedom!" they chant—yet slaves live longer,
And those who see are burned alive.
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The Layered Cake of Lies
Lie on lie—to mask the traces
Of the old with something new.
Stacked like cakes through endless ages,
And... it’s quite a massive brew.
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Hammer and Sickle
They shear the herd and reap the gain,
Their "laws" just serve Mammon’s reign.
Scams run wild, while Nature bleeds,
Yet hidden hands still sow the seeds.
The sickle’s there to trim in stealth,
While hammers strike at growing wealth.
Each year the blows grow ever bolder,
Yet fools still fail to see the smolder.
Virtual goods, but real despair,
Inflation’s grip is everywhere.
And yet they claim, with grand display,
"The Sickle stands to shield your way."
A sickle’s slash, a hammer’s fist—
True global rule, where none resist.
With lies they weave a gentle veil,
To hide the fascist iron trail.
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A Skier on Asphalt
Summer nears, yet here I stand,
Skis prepared for sun-baked land.
As the world sinks ever low,
Drowned in lies that freely flow.
Soon this sight won’t seem so strange—
Madness sets the normal range.
Fools and lunatics decree
What is sane for you and me.
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The Road to "Success"
A rat race? A twisted ride?
Or just a chase where cheats collide?
"To the start!"—the call rings loud,
As fools are harnessed to the crowd.
Rushing blind for hollow glory,
Breaking rules without a care,
While the fallen tell the story:
"That road leads to sheer despair."
Only weaklings quit, defeated,
Or collapse along the track.
But with "doping"—once completed,
You just crush them, never look back.
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A "Mighty Bird"
A "mighty bird"—
How false, absurd.
The world’s reversed,
Where, at its worst,
A stubborn mole
Will reach the "height"—
By digging deep
Through filth and blight.
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Into the Abyss...
Mask or helmet—by command,
Down he falls at evil's hiss.
Not in life, but in a land
Lost in tales as dark as this.
Fools are countless—hence the chains,
Hence the fascist rule persists.
World obeying wicked reigns
Drags itself to hell’s abyss.
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"The Doctors"
Doctor Goebbels, Doctor Brown,
Doctor Mengele—the past.
They fell short, not sinking down
To the bitter end at last.
New “doctors” rise to take their place,
Through them, CowID took its flight.
Not as wicked—just a waste,
Lost all reason, lost all light.
First round struck—a grand success,
War became the next in line.
Wisdom weighed—so little left,
Now the world tilts past decline.
Third round waits—to drag it deep,
While the second rages still.
Old-school horrors haunt our sleep,
New disgrace just waits to kill...
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"Arguments," Not Facts
“Arguments,” not facts, they claim,
Spread their lies both far and wide.
Fraud and terror—tools the same,
Used to keep the mind confined.
Truth is scarce—a fleeting spark,
Drowned in falsehood, lost in mist.
Hope is fading, skies grow dark,
No true message from the Heights.
Only instincts, faint and weak,
Catch its echo—brief and low.
But deception reigns, and bleak
Is the world where falsehood grows.
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Evil’s No Joke
Make a joke, then brush it by,
Let your soul be veiled in lie—
That’s the path to grow so cold,
Turn to filth with heart of stone.
Mock the Evil right away,
Strike with sarcasm—make it pay!
Simple alchemy, yet strong—
Sharp and swift, it won’t go wrong.
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Dream
The death machine they plan to halt—
Those rotten fiends, so sly, so cruel.
They're sick of killing souls, at fault—
They crave a world reshaped by fools.
I woke. If demons haunt your sleep,
Their promises will soon appear.
Yet one thing demons always keep—
Their mission: spreading lies and fear.
This world’s a dream, the same old spell,
For centuries, blind faith obeys.
Deceived by filth, led straight to hell,
Its fate—serve Darkness all the way.
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Slavery
The wretched slave condemns the Chain,
Blames the world for all his pain,
Yet fails to see—his blinded sight
Breeds the filth he claims to fight.
Despising life, its wretched mold,
He is its root—both weak and cold.
And since the fools are all but few,
Decay rewards decay in due.
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With a Washed-Out Mind
With minds washed clean, with souls run dry,
Now fools are all—no questions why.
We heed the howling beasts demand,
Their voices spreading through the land.
That howl ignites a chilling fear,
The beasts delight—our doom is near.
Upon the block, we stand in line,
While scum declares: “All’s fine, all’s fine.”
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Independent Thought
A mad world ruled by ancient lies,
Deceit that’s stood the test of time.
It forges chains within the mind,
Ensuring reason stays confined.
Since childhood, all are trained to heed
The fool’s beliefs, the crowd’s decree.
And fools prevail—their thoughts take lead,
Through them, the beasts secure their spree.
But few will break this cursed spell,
With Truth their guiding light remains.
Yet most will fade, unseen they’ll dwell,
Lost in the war where Thought is slain.
Still, one must try—resist, defy!
A fight may yet the soul defend.
For if the spirit fails to rise,
This world will rot until its end.
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The "Social Ladder"
Trade honor, mind—just serve the slime,
And filth will lift you up in time.
In sewers, climbing brings its perks—
A larger scrap, a noble smirk.
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