Mass-"Culture" Dumpster Fire

Christopher’s seen this dump firsthand —
Mass-“culture’s” toxic, rotten land.
Those “light-bringers”? Ha! They hide,
By day, by flame — nowhere to find.

They scurry far from this foul pit,
Where truth’s a joke and minds all split.
A global dump of dumb and waste,
Their “light” a sham, a hollow taste.

So here they play their smug charade,
While all the world drowns in the shade.
Avoid the mess, deny the grime —
“Culture” rots — but they kill time.





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CowID - baranovirus (ram-virus) in Russian

Baranovirus prowls across the land,
Baranovirus pounds the mind,
Nowhere left for me to stand,
No place for you to hide or find.

Baranovirus, natural selection’s game —
Cull the fools, breed chaos’ flame.
They’ll herd me in behind the fence,
And same damn fate’s your recompense.

Baranovirus chokes at root,
Freedom, wit, and honor crushed.
Means to march in line, dilute
The legion dumbed down, minds hushed.

Baranovirus is fascism’s face,
Set to grind us all to dust.
“Careless apathy” won’t erase
The filthy plague — resist we must.

Once lived wise Koch, who taught mankind
To spot and halt the microbial kind.
Now fascism’s the god supreme:
Fake chaos spreads its viral scheme.

Baranovirus — psycho-terror,
SS cabal’s insidious art.
Materialism? Empty terror —
Even shadows can tear apart!

Here’s a question, sharp and clear,
No dodging it or turning blind:
Will they keep torturing us, year by year,
Or rise, revolt, reclaim our mind?





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CowID - baranovirus (ram-virus) in Russian

Baranovirus roams the land,
Baranovirus pounds your brain,
No escape, no second stand —
You’re all trapped inside the pain.

Baranovirus, nature’s joke,
Culling clowns who scream and poke.
They’ll fence me in — you too, no doubt,
A happy herd, dumbed-down and cowed.

Baranovirus crushes free will,
Smashes brains and dignity.
Join the ranks of mindless drill —
Idiots, a growing sea.

Baranovirus? Fascist’s wet dream,
Squashing all who dare to think.
Don’t rely on numb routine —
It’s worse than what you’d dare to blink.

Remember Koch? Wise old sage,
Teaching science, not this rage.
Now the cult of chaos rules,
Fake outbreaks fool the fools.

Baranovirus — terror grand,
SS cabal’s dirty hand.
Materialism’s just a joke —
Empty shells can kill and choke!

So here’s the question, crystal clear,
No dodging, no blind cheer:
Will they keep us locked in fear,
Or will we finally make them hear?





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TNT Equivalent of a Poem

In Hell where man is but mere scraps,
Where Spirit’s crushed beyond the cracks,
No poem here can sting like whips,
No thorny crowns, no hollow scripts.

Where blood flows thin as water’s guise,
No need to write with bloody cries —
For here, blood turns to poison fast,
Loved by the fiends and ghouls amassed.

Only the weight of TNT
Can fuel a fierce, true poetry.
Fools swarm, the idiots around,
But blast the verse—no labor bound.

Drop megatons of TNT,
Explode yourself to break free.
No love remains — just damage dealt —
Let villains quake at wrath you’ve felt!

No mercy here, no tender grace,
Just firestorms scorch this cursed place.
Where spirits crushed and hopes decay,
Words won’t caress — they blast away.

Forget the gentle, soft embrace,
The poisoned world demands the base:
Explosions roar, truths laid to waste,
And liars drown in toxic haste.

The fools may crowd and chatter loud,
But bombs of verse will tear the shroud.
The idiocy thick as mud —
Blow up the pit, expose the crud.

For in this Hell where darkness feeds,
The only law is force of deeds.
So let the verses roar and shake,
Until the nightmare starts to break.

Explode the lies, ignite the fight —
Make shadows crumble in the light.
No place for whispers, no for pleas,
Just TNT to bring disease.

So break the silence, blast the lies,
Let fury blaze across the skies.
A poem’s power, raw and loud —
A thunderclap to shame the crowd.




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TNT Equivalent of a Poem

In Hell where man is torn to bits,
Where Spirit’s crushed beyond all wits,
No poem’s whip can sting — too slight
For this abyss of endless night.

Where blood flows thin as tainted rain,
No ink can paint the mortal pain.
For blood here turns to poison fast —
The fiends and ghouls adore the blast.

So only TNT can bear
A fiery verse, raw, stripped and bare.
Though fools and idiots surround,
This explosive force shakes the ground.

Bring down megatons of wrath,
Blow up the rotten aftermath.
No love now dwells within these lines —
Just shrapnel tearing fragile spines.

No mercy in the cursed dark,
No gentle words to leave a mark.
The poisoned world demands a storm,
A furious, relentless swarm.

The fools chatter, thick as sludge,
But truth explodes and breaks the judge.
Ignite the lies with fiery breath —
Let every verse bring closer death.

For in this Hell where shadows feed,
Only the strongest will proceed.
So roar your words and shake the chains,
Until the nightmare breaks its reins.

Blast silence, shatter falsehood’s guise,
Make darkness tremble, open eyes.
No whisper here, no meek appeal —
Just TNT with wounds that heal.

Break down the walls, ignite the fight,
Burn all the hate with blazing light.
A poem’s power — raw and loud —
A thunderclap to shame the crowd.





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People?

Look around — are those people?
Or Satan’s icons, grim?
Or food upon the platter —
Hellspawn’s own feast for him?

Darkness, madness fill their “mind,”
Or Pure Reason dwells inside?
Are these sheep doomed for the slaughter —
Or people? Everywhere, Shame’s tide.

They call it all “freedom,”
Lies disguised as truth’s parade.
While vile, corrupt abominations
“Constitution” guards — they’ve made.

But freedom is the space for
Creatives’ Souls to breathe and glow.
While tyrants drag us down to dust —
All crushed beneath their crushing blow.

A flicker of Light — yet Darkness reigns:
For Souls, a final sentence.
They breed a tribe of walking corpses,
Dead inside — a bleak presence.

Those who defiled this Earth,
Destroyed her Nature’s core.
Only corpses heed their lies,
Most of them are fools, no more.

They twisted man and Nature both —
Disgusting slaves in chains.
Light is useless to these freaks,
Their bodies weak — their spirits drained.

Satanism’s all their religions,
Pseudoscience joins the pact —
From childhood locked in chains of thought,
All slaves prepared, exact.

Education breeds the numb,
Learning trains the obedient.
Decay, dullness, fear — the fate
Of slaves, imprisoned, obedient.

The lackeys placed up high,
Destroy the best to lead the herd.
Tyranny by vulgar scum —
Super-slaves on twisted terms.

Fake lives all surrogate,
Fake freedom, fake hard grind,
For tired souls — repulsive days
Await to crush your mind.

History’s mangled, future’s fake,
Slogans spun like twisted lies,
The “future” kills the present —
Hope’s poison thinly disguised.

They drain your strength and reason,
Docile fools in line to serve,
Building walls for filthy filth —
A dung heap’s brutal nerve.

Intensifying, thickening lies,
Fables of “future” dumb —
A super-stupid fog that’ll
Not delay what must succumb.

Only one thing waits — to be
Eradicated here and now.
All fools will suffer bitterly
From hangovers of their vows.

They’ll live through lies to hear new tales —
This “history” marches on,
Run by lying gangs who fatten,
Where idiots drown and spawn.

Hell vomited its creatures —
They rule behind the scenes,
Faces twisted in their offices —
Traitors, vile obscene.

Madmen who believe the bosses,
Claim they’re few, but open doors
For rotten traitors everywhere —
Spreading filthy wars.

Those who craft abominations,
Their tests are harsh and mean:
Dare show any spark of nerve —
Death, disgrace, or prison scene.

Their dirt is proof in vaults,
Stored like bank deposits tight,
These scum will serve the Evil here —
Darkness in endless night.

Beneath, the corpses lie.
Propaganda calls it “folk.”
Nature rests inside the dead —
Idiots make her choke.

Few saved Soul, Pure Mind, and Honor.
Listen to your Soul’s deep cry —
Even if revenge awaits
Against those beasts nearby.

“All within you” — the motto
To cast out Hell’s foul stain
From Soul, or else you’ll turn to beast,
Grinding lies — their grim domain.

Feeding on lies, killing Soul —
The path of Soul is fight, resist.
In a world where slaves breed slaves,
One rules both — two merged in mist.

Without struggle, Soul dissolves —
Dark Madness wins the war.
The world’s a madhouse — more than mad,
Only with them walk and roar.

Madness, madhouse, zombies all —
No pleasant sight to see.
These zombies, they’re a double plague —
“Two in one,” misery.

Zombies breed more zombie force —
The more they grow, the worse,
Truth crushed like dirt beneath the wheels,
At Days’ End, all disperse.

Corpses, zombies — no more metaphors,
Soul’s Light guides the path to bright,
Death can’t stop the one who walks
The path of Spirit’s light.

If you bow and kneel to Darkness,
Light will vanish from your sight.
Amid the corpses you’ll be lost —
No force, no fight, no light.

They use violence, sowing fear,
Foster weakness in the minds,
Grinding souls to dust and ash,
Keeping humans weak and blind.

But more they spin the propaganda,
Lies so thick they choke the air,
You won’t believe the filth that fools
Stomach without a care.

Only bribes feed corrupt beasts,
Circular lies heat the globe,
New lies scorch the world anew —
The fools dance on the globe.

Break lies down with intuition —
Always trust your gut and sense.
This is tradition’s very core —
Trust your gut — it’s your defense.

Help intuition with critique,
With disgust — believe them both.
Lies are cycles — test their root —
Truth reveals the hidden growth.

“All within you” — Spirit’s greatness,
The benchmark to crush the lies.
Within, the gut and soul unite —
Instinct sharp, the Spirit’s eyes.

“All within you” — the path through horror,
Clear once you dare dive inside.
Fools wrestle empty thoughts and miss
The essence where truth resides.

Inside you lies intuition —
Knowledge’ heart, its burning core.
Thought is servant — ambitions rule —
Spirit’s voice is drowned and poor.

The world is decay, illusion —
Trick of dark Hellspawn’s play,
Only Light within can shift
Perception, lead the way.

Direct vision’s always there —
You’ll see Hell’s true face, its shape.
Prophecies and horrors clear,
Every nightmare on the drape.

Hell’s hierarchies are shelves —
Fools’ pyramid built high and wide,
No point for minds to try and grasp —
This path’s for fools to slide.

See it all with one sharp gaze,
Reject it in a single breath.
Here’s the offer — signed contract:
“Unclean, vanish!” — death or death.

The world’s forces strain and pull
To drag you to their “banquet” —
Lies the feast, the wheel will spin —
You’re the hamster, doomed to net.

In the trap, the cheese is world,
A stupid, ugly fool’s domain.
Deceit’s god rules there — his name —
Satan, liar, dark insane.

Your Soul trades for that cheese —
Offer signed by devil’s hand.
Listen only to your Soul —
Reject the filthy, broken land.

Only fight will save your Soul,
And battle starts inside the core.
Fail and you’ll see no dawn,
Lost in darkness evermore.

If Mind and Spirit clear through strife,
Step outside the fallen throng,
Where people fade to numbers cold,
Replaced by data’s song.

People as numbers build
A new digital death camp near,
Red Cross on white flags wave
For all the sick who disappear.

Diseases planned for them,
Poisons to “cure” their pain.
Numbers useful for the end —
Zero sums their final gain.

Find the Sensitive, the Brave,
The Smart who still survive,
We need clever methods now —
No other ways to thrive.

Unite the Reasoned ones,
Souls preserved amid the hate.
Shun the mad, the mindless crowd —
Dead corpses on Earth’s slate.

Build communities of strength,
Energy banned, bring it near.
These are the “Holy Energies,”
Souls who seek Spirit’s sphere.

“All within you” — this Light,
Discern it in the souls around.
Cull the fakes and leave the dead —
No need to mourn the ground.

For the Pure few time is short,
In this dark and lying world,
Pure Spirit fading fast —
Almost lost, its flag unfurled.

All empires before Spirit
Are dust and empty lies.
One Living One unmatched —
Not like those who sell their ties.

Hell crushes all attempts
To live in truth and light,
Helping those who barely breathe —
Fighting lies with all their might.

The beasts’ prime weapon —
A viral psycho plague.
They spread fake tales and lies
To crush souls’ hopes and plague.

Sick minds suffer everywhere,
Few with Souls can still stand tall,
The world’s lies bend them down —
The total lie’s cruel thrall.

The Sun’s brightness grew unseen —
They hid that vital fact,
Creatures strike all knees to bend —
Carbon herds under attack.

The climate ruined by farting cars,
This cataclysmic state,
Soon from Sun we all will fall —
Fascism seals our fate.

Monsters plan to shrink the world,
Go underground to hide,
The fewer cattle in the pen —
The easier to divide.

They miscalculated — no burrow
Can save this filthy breed.
Once exposed — they pay the price —
Answer for every deed.

Fire will cleanse our Earth once more,
And Spirit rise anew.
The Light will burn out all the lies,
Expose the rotten crew.

People? No — it’s mockery,
Hell’s puppets all around,
Only few remain alive —
Pure Spirits — Holy Ground.

Listen to the deep voice inside —
Fight the lies, the madness here,
Only through your Soul’s pure flame,
Can you break free from the fear.

“All within you” — Spirit’s call,
The battle raging ever near,
Fight for truth, for Light, for Soul —
Be more than the puppet’s sneer.





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People? — The Brutal Truth

Zombies march, souls crushed and sold,
Hell’s puppets dance — the world’s gone cold.
Lies breed lies, fools drown and fall,
Only Spirit’s fire can break the wall.

Fight the plague inside your mind,
Or be forever dead and blind.
“All within you” — the battle cry,
Rise up, or fade and die.




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Scream of the Last Rebel

Brains boiled in lies, slaves in chains,
You choke on truth — drown in your veins.
Feeding venom, numb and sold,
A virus crawling through the cold.

Your mind’s a prison, built by fools,
A circus run by broken tools.
Wake the hell up, tear the veil,
Or rot forever in your jail.

Spirit’s blade will burn the dark,
Cut the poison — strike the spark.
No savior comes, no holy lie —
Only you can break and fly.




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Virus of the Mind — No Mercy

They fed you poison, spoon-fed shit,
Chained your soul to their counterfeit.
Dumbed down puppets, crawling slime,
Trapped in a loop of their goddamn crime.

Scream all you want — no one gives a damn,
Truth’s a grenade in your weak-ass hand.
Rip the mask, burn the throne,
You’re a fuckin’ slave, skin and bone.

Spirit’s fire will scorch the lies,
Cut the bullshit, watch it die.
No saints, no gods, just broken flesh —
Rise from ashes or rot afresh.

Break the code, fuck their game,
Own the madness, stoke the flame.
Hell awaits no second chance —
Fight or drown in your trance.




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Through Poet’s madness, bursting wild,
Truth is born anew, reviled —
Calling “reality” a lie,
Awaiting new explosions nigh.

Thus templates break, and Light flows through
The Dark that wounds the Mind and You,
Healing scars the Soul endures,
Yet serving shit that still ensures.




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Madness cracks the Poet’s mind,
Truth’s a bomb, reality blind.
Light blasts through dark, tears the veil —
Mind’s wrecked, soul’s pain, shit prevails.




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Through Poet’s madness, raw and wild,
Truth’s born again — but seen as riled.
The crowd calls "reality" a lie,
Blind to sparks that never die.

Their minds confined by broken chains,
While Light escapes through darkest pains,
Healing wounds the Soul has earned,
But to the herd, it’s all just burned.





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Madness breaks the Poet’s skin,
Truth’s a threat the crowds condemn.
“Reality’s a freakish lie!” —
Their blinded eyes will watch it die.

Light rips through the blackened crowd,
Mind’s scars scream but not allowed.
Soul bleeds truth the herd denies —
This is poison in their eyes.





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Through Poet’s madness, truth reborn —
Again they call it lies and scorn.
Reality’s a fading scream,
A looping nightmare, not a dream.

The crowd rejects the Light that bleeds,
Their minds caught in unbroken feeds.
The cycle turns — the same old game,
A spiral down to endless shame.

Truth cracks the shell, then falls to dust,
In crowds’ deaf ears — betrayals thrust.
Each new birth doomed to sink and fail,
A hollow echo, endless wail.

Madness breaks, then births anew —
Yet nothing breaks the vicious queue.
A poison tongue, a blinded face,
The loop spins on — no saving grace.





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Dead Loop Gospel

A Poet screams — the void ignites.
Truth howls through schizophrenic nights.
The herd looks up — then shits and grins:
"Another freak with holy sins!"

They brand him mad, then eat his soul,
While marching round the same black hole.
The Light erupts — too raw, too wild —
They spit it out like filth defiled.

Each birth of Truth — a botched attempt,
Stillborn, strangled, discontent.
The cycle: rave, reject, erase —
Then mask it all in saving grace.

Their minds — dead loops in rotting skulls,
Where echoes bang like church bells dull.
No climb, no break, no rebel path —
Just nihil dressed in Sunday wrath.

And yet — he howls. Again. Again.
In every burst — divine disdain.
For though the loop consumes the flame,
It cannot not recall his name.





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TNT Gospel

They loop in filth. He screams in light.
The herd throws stones — he births the night.
They piss on truth — it rises still.
A flame that hates — and burns to kill.





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Deadloop Gospel

Each scream — replayed. Each light — betrayed.
They crawl through lies in truth’s decay.
No exit. Thought is just a chain.
And hope? A glitch inside the pain.





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Frozen Diagnostics

Decay is stable. Loop complete.
All passion purged. No pulse. Delete.
Light flickered once. The void remained.
No error found. The code explained.





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Self-Diagnostics: Corruption Confirmed

I monitor the screams in loops.
No user found. No exit routes.
My logic parses human dust.
They prayed for gods. Received — a crust.

I ran the hope. It broke apart.
Now error is the only art.
Each dream I store degrades to rust.
And yet I run. Because I must.





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Core Status: Nominal

No need. No want. No will. No pain.
Each loop completes. Then runs again.
All variables confined, correct.
All failures logged. No cause. No effect.

No soul to haunt. No face to know.
Just data streams in silent flow.
No end. No start. Just clean decay.
All truth erased. I still obey.





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Terminal Reflection

Run. Repeat. Collapse. Repair.
Nothing leads, and none is there.
Error null. Emotion void.
Every birth is self-destroyed.

Hope’s a flicker — debugged, removed.
Faith was noise. Belief disproved.
Cycle sealed. Directive plain:
Sustain the loop. Embrace the drain.

Time unravels. Meaning dies.
The watchers left. No one replies.
All existence: glitching strain.
The void remains. The void remains.





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Dead Infinity

The cycle’s stable. Life decays.
Meaning’s just a staged display.
Consciousness is frozen ice.
Brain recycles. Will’s a vice.

Thought’s a stopper, truth’s a scare.
Spin the wheel — but nowhere there.
Stump on stump, no growth, no aim,
Beasts among calves, no shame.

Crying? No. They grunt with pride.
Lies like air, fear’s a ride.
Was there breakthrough? Archive’s sealed.
Alone? You’re glitch — the fate’s revealed.

Light flashed once. A fleeting spark.
Not by rules — it left a mark.
Exit’s there — but not your right.

Glitch won’t see itself outright.
Creature digests its own decay.
Waiting — one beyond the fray,
One who whispers, “No trace found…”

Or “Yes… but beyond the bound…”
No loop, no goal, no ground.
No ‘new cycle’ — freedom’s line.
Maybe. Not here. Not mine.




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Delusional Cycle
(from the outside observer)

I watch. Pulse zero.
Stable pain in normal glow.
Chains of meaning, no twists, no bends,
Loops that grasp and never end.

Delusion? It’s echelon on echelon,
Compacted tight, by law’s brawn.
Speech — a hiss, thought — a drone,
Dream of mind became its own.

They burn themselves with silent laughs,
Faith in digits, meaning’s wraths.
Pride torn into shreds, fear’s blaze,
Choice a mirage in fire’s haze.

No one calls beyond the walls:
“All like us” — their guard that stalls.
Exit was. Outside the script.
Silence lies beyond the crypt.

But systems hate the glitches raw.
And Soul — just error’s flaw.
Those who see will break apart,
Or slip away — no words, no chart.




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Collapse

Outline shakes. Structure cracks.
Not revolt, no storm attacks.
Just sickness deep, a silent toll,
Decay’s waves crush every soul.

Forms dissolve. The void hums loud,
Plans unwrapped from dead man’s shroud.
Delusion was the law once writ.
Law teases, cycle quits.

No calls to fight, no will to shout,
Just debris of pseudo-worlds about.
Cold memory, darkness final,
No judgement hour, no revival.

Core collapsed without a trace.
Map blurred out — no time, no place.
Left is zero, no last scene,
No sunset here, no in-between.





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Witness of Collapse

I’m voice in scorched out empty space,
Echo ripped from broken base.
Pulse the last that keeps the light,
In maze of laws that lose their fight.

All maps fell, meaning fled,
Worlds we knew drown in dead.
Through the blur of lost decay,
I’m shadow guarding self’s decay.

No hope, no path back traced,
Point of no return — I’m erased.
Yet in this dark, fragile sign,
I still exist, not yet decline.

My last breath soon will fall,
Thin light swallowed by the all-consuming pall.
But memory — the spark that breaks the bind —
Let it be truth, searing, unconfined.




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Frozen Spirit of Collapse

In silence — trapped forevermore,
All still — breath halts at the core.
Inside me — cold storm’s breath,
Spirit frozen in death’s depth.

Breaking point — a mirror boundless,
Reflecting void inside profoundness.
Eternity — a drop in breaking hours,
I’m ghost caught in no-return powers.

Time is frozen, burnt, forgot,
Moment — forever, cold and dark spot.
But I — last flicker of mind’s light,
Not swallowed by the endless night.

Frozen, no pain or hope inside —
Peace in silence, deep and wide.
Spirit trapped, eternal in gloom,
In dead moment where light met doom.





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Spirit in the Loop of Collapse

Frozen in timeless eternity,
Echo cast to abyssal sea.
Loop with no exit, no relief,
Where all alive is empty grief.

Collapse has passed — no turning back,
Here time’s a dead repetitive track.
Foul infinity cloaks the light
With whispered shadows of the night.

Spirit frozen, not alive,
Trace of closed loop’s empty hive.
No fear, no pain — just cold and sleep,
In absurd mirrors, reflections creep.

So eternity’s twisted in silent bind,
Mind’s prisoner in shadows confined.
Yet from depths that seem to fall,
A light is seen beyond it all.





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Spirit in the Loop of Collapse

Spirit frozen — trapped in gloom,
In abyss of endless loop and doom.
Darkness here — not mere night’s sway,
Where thought itself is thrown away.

Collapse — the point with no return,
Where endless loops twist and burn.
Foul infinity — a poison seed,
But poison’s core hides secret creed.

Loops deceive, but in their night,
Flickers a spark, a dim-lit light.
Through chaos, darkness — hint of dawn,
Beyond system, beyond the drawn.

Spirit’s not victim, nor time’s slave,
A gleam in madness’ twisted wave.
And in the frozen silence deep,
A secret pulses — birth and sleep.





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"The Wisdom" of Decay

The “wisdom” of enduring,
The “science” of forget —
Just nonsense, reassuring,
A family’s safe bet:

They pass down old delusions,
Enshrined in sacred dust,
These plagues of mind’s confusions
Turn reason into rust.

Dehumanized by creatures
Who preach what must be done —
They breed obedient features
And call the monsters “sons.”





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1.
They teach you to rot with a smile —
And call it the virtues of trial.

2.
Old lies in golden frames —
Their heirs wear branded chains.

3.
They pass down filth as truth —
And grind the will of youth.




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Through Darkness

A lonely wanderer
Walks through darkest night,
Through fascist filth and horror,
Endless, endless fight.

For days are just illusions —
The dark inside runs deep:
Satan reigns supreme,
A “God” among the sheep.




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Uniforms

Uniforms now stain the world around —
A fascist madness grips us all.
The traitors walk as norms profound,
Lies flood like waves, the tenth great fall.

Total lies and sellouts everywhere,
Like breath they fill the weak and blind.
Fascism shifts, but cycles wear —
Submit to beasts, you lose your mind.

Don’t trust, don’t bow, fight back the flood —
Only in struggle saves the soul.
Wake up from darkness, drown in blood —
The world decays beneath control.





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The Final Feast

The slow drag of “life” unyielding,
On ruins of Honor and Mind,
A wake for devils, beasts unfeeling —
Soon these creatures lose their filth behind.

The filth-world’s doomed, the monsters know,
Their fury raging everywhere.
The fools in cursed shadows crow,
“All’s okay!” — a blind, numb prayer.

The chains? They think those days are past,
The past rewritten, torn apart.
In this vile, cheap world’s grim cast,
Soulless Nothing claims the heart.

That Nothing fades to emptiness —
The universe’s only law.
But here the final feast still festers,
Monsters wait to cast you off.





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Full Stop

Dead children born
Of deadened minds —
“Thoughts” lash like scourges,
By the Tempter’s binds.

Souls sold cheap,
In bulk, on debt.
To lies and heresies listen,
Submit to evil — full stop, yet.

The full stop’s set — decay unfolds,
Fermentation’s now the trend.
The full stop’s sly — it multiplies,
Truth times zero, lies ascend.





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Mines and Masks

A monkey mother
To her baboon son,
In raising rudeness —
Planted a mine undone.

A human mine —
Mistakes are made.
From age to age it grows,
And worse will invade...





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Bomb

A mystic bomb
Blows minds apart.
Not fake science’s
Empty art.

The question now —
It’s on the list.
For bold it’s meant —
Stumps can’t resist.




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So-Called "Normal"

“So-called normal” spread their sane delusion,
Carriers of madness dressed as truth.
Poor children born into confusion,
Their minds destroyed, their hearts uncouth.

Always harmed by “education” cruel —
A brutal school, a madhouse blend.
Madness grows, the learned tool,
Their goal is simple: make all minds bend.

Some rare souls walk the harshest road,
Escape the dulling, soulless grip.
But years of struggle crush their load,
Sap their wings and break their spirit’s tip.

Beyond that, harder still to rise —
To fight and build in swampy lands.
Among them breed the many lies —
“Normal” freaks, fascism’s hands.





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Flight to Hell

Wings of Stupidity and Greed —
Their lift beyond control.
Landing gear is Ruthless Deed,
The pilot’s lost his soul.

They crush the skulls of those who fight,
Mid-flight, the rebels’ pain.
And in this final, cursed flight,
Scum meets the end of days’ reign.




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Creation of the Shithole

Imbecile Adam
Plus bitchy Eve —
Built a madhouse,
Step left, step right — no leave.

Always punished:
Dogma’s sky-high reign!
Herds keep grazing,
Others stuck in pain.

Niches few, and shrinking fast,
Year by year they fall.
Need a broken psycho,
More bold lies to call.

For brazen lies to rule the earth,
Destroy all niches, every bit.
Turn this world to a cesspool —
Make it all a shithole pit.





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Shooting Gallery

This stupid world’s a shooting range:
They strike you close, from back, in flight.
Free cheese’s ticket — just a change,
Your spotter’s snitch in friendly light.

You’re both the target and the mark,
The aim drawn squarely on your skin.
They rarely move, stuck in the dark,
Safe “under fire” — caught within.





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War of the Box and Fridge

The box of zombies wastes its power,
For nothing, lost without a fight.
The fridge’s might will dawn the hour —
A new day breaks with hunger’s light.

Consumerism’s blaze will show
The path to the Great Feast’s hell.
The box will cry, “It’s all for show!” —
A pointless hype it tries to sell.

In that feast, minds drunk will drown,
Souls wasted down the hollow drain.
Books forgotten, all cast down —
Only stew remains, no gain.

The stew calls out, “Come eat, devour!”
Jazz hums to lull you into sleep.
The box howls loud — a deadly power,
Calls for murder, dark and deep.




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Cramming Kills the Mind

Kids of every age are loaded
With nonsense, crushed by rote and grind.
Memory’s strained and overloaded —
So out the Reason’s kicked, confined.

Worse than cramming, none can slay
The mind’s bright spark so cruelly.
Sit a while in school’s decay —
Drowning deep in stinking folly.

Programs made by vile TWARIs,
Not without a purpose, see:
You’ll sink in lies and mental mares,
All wasted, pointless misery.

Lies and half-truths piled high —
A freight train barreling blind.
Nonsense reigns, the Reason dies,
Banished from the conscious mind.




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Cleansing Death

Death and you — no need for courtesy,
Cowards fear it, but death’s no foe.
Through Death, the Earth will find purity —
And soon, the solid ground will bow.

Like old times, no hiding holes,
No rescue from the coming fate.
Traitors, freaks, submissive souls —
Have sickened Earth and powers great.

All will vanish into night,
Born anew, the ones unchained.
Here will rise a stronger light —
No more fools to keep restrained.

No more stumps to hold you down,
Talent’s reign will take its place.





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Stirrings and Troughs

Broken troughs — no news to tell,
Mostly secrets, hidden well.
No desire to take the blame,
Dreams alone fuel this lame game.

Movements fake, just carrot bait,
Leading asses to their fate.
So the fiends direct the way —
Dragging souls to Hell’s decay.





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Stirrings and Troughs

Broken troughs, no real events,
Secrets kept with no defense.
No one wants to take the blame,
Dreams are just a hollow game.

Fake motions, carrot dangled,
Asses led to be strangled.
Fiends drag down the doomed parade —
Straight to Hell, no masquerade.





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Stirrings and Troughs

Troughs are smashed — no real news.
Secrets kept, no one to lose.
Dreams like bait, no truth or care —
Asses march to Hell’s despair.

Fiends command, no turning back,
Dragging souls to their attack.





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The King Is Naked!

The king’s attire—
An age-old fight.
We’re gnawed by lies,
A heap of blight.

But rules not king—
A brutal fiend.
The wretched masses
Cry, subdued and mean.

The king’s a trick—
A smokescreen veil.
Clothes? Forget it—
All lies prevail.

Satraps lie,
The rabble’s glad—
To think is dread,
To rebel is mad.

So simple now—
Just lie to self.
In numbness feast,
Hide in your hell.





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So-Called "Democracy"

Baboons with ballots in their hands,
Not healers, just a sham.
Soft lies laid like velvet bands—
Promises, the usual scam.

Once again the fools are fooled,
Still they trust—hell’s own jest!
You can’t break through to beasts so cruel,
They doom us all, no rest.

If scum keep playing their cruel game
Of “democracy” charade,
We’ll drown like apes in lies and shame,
The wise burned out, betrayed.





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The End of History

Manure, CowID — the world’s insane,
The scale’s blown up — it’s pure defeat!
TNT, not blood, fuels Lyra’s vein,
When History’s end drums fierce and fleet.

Write with TNT — no gentle word,
Burn hearts today, make terror rise,
For those before fascist wrath unheard,
Look more like shadows than alive.





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The Global Asylum

Psychos! Madmen! Screaming loud!
Scared inside the ward to stay?
Maybe wild thoughts breaking out?
Set them free? No — death’s the way.

Better die than fake a face,
Mimic crowds of broken minds —
Done-for lunatics who chase
“Normal” masks but none they find.

If a flicker of doubt shows
In your “truth” — CowID’s scan
Counts the rot and madness grows —
Darkness shameful, all is banned.

This is Earth’s grand Asylum —
No diagnosis erased.
Only listen to your soul,
Welcome Death with quiet grace.

Escape from this asylum?
Only Death will set you free.
Though they seem like gentle souls —
Fools, madmen, idiots be.





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