Train to Hell
With Dante at the ticket stand,
The train to Hell is nearly boarding.
The Ninth Circle — high demand,
A traitor grabs his seat, self-lording.
The station roars: its name is "Home",
The crowd is tense, the timing brittle.
Departures roll in clouds of chrome,
The board still says, "To Our Saint’s Little."
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To Hell
With Dante there to sell the ride,
The train to Hell is almost leaving.
The scum all scramble, eager-eyed —
The Ninth’s a deal, if you’re deceiving.
All seats are sold. All faith betrayed.
To spread their filth, they’re boldly surging.
Success of swine — the price we’ve paid:
Our moral core is slowly purging.
And Reason’s dead, or close enough —
Perhaps the devils might restore it?
Let’s rush to Hell! Full speed and rough!
Outsin the fiends — we’ll learn, ignore it.
The "Satan's icons" now are men,
Low creatures once from "Mother Russia".
The demons groan in lower den —
These sons outmatch them under pressure.
The war has shown what’s underneath —
Now Hitler spins inside his casket.
This land has touched the floor beneath.
What’s lower? Hell. Lead on, you bastard.
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Woodworking
Freight trucks on the highways,
Lumber runs in byways —
Planks and logs, they haul them,
As if people — fallen.
Not a thought of reason,
Conscience out of season...
Thick-skinned, barely human —
Bark-like in delusion.
Oaks are processed roughly,
Raw and loud and gruffly.
Not for any filing —
That’s what they call schooling.
Then they send us, stunted,
To the jobs — undaunted.
“Do with us whatever —
Lie as much as ever.”
Bent like marionettes, we
Bear our fates regret-free.
Papa’s name is Boss-Man,
Mallets in his crosshands.
Beat us, lie with power —
Every single hour.
Promise us the keyhole —
Turn us into weasels.
Bribes and threats in measures,
Dreams and plastic treasures...
Heaven’s just a cinder —
Needs one match to hinder.
Will the flames defeat us?
Will the foe unseat us?
No — the fire's fated
For the damned, sedated!
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Sheeplevirus
The Sheeplevirus hunts across the land,
It drills into the brain, it eats the mind.
There’s nowhere I can run from its command,
And soon you'll find there's nowhere left to hide.
The Sheeplevirus, Evil's cruel test—
A purge of fools in panic and alarm.
They’ll drive me out, like all the not-like-rest,
And soon you'll feel that same cold, closing harm.
The Sheeplevirus chokes out thought and grace,
It strangles honor, freedom, every spark.
To march with idiots is now the place—
A sea of dumb, a million-strong and dark.
The Sheeplevirus smells of fascist schemes,
Designed to break us, crush us into dust.
No “cool indifference” will redeem our dreams—
This evil won't be slain by passive trust.
There once was Koch, a wise and steady guide,
Who taught the world to trace what spreads and kills.
But now, it’s noise and fear that rules with pride—
They make their “gods” from hype and lab-made thrills.
The Sheeplevirus is a war of minds,
A cult of power dressed in SS gray.
What use is “matter” when the soul’s confined?
Even a void can steal your life away!
The question's simple—clear, and sharp as flame:
Will we resist, or bow and live in pain?
They’ll never stop unless we end the game—
So do we fight, or let them win again?
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CowID
In Bedlam, madness isn’t new,
But THIS is stupid through and through!
The minds collapse, all sense erased—
Pure Lies like poison fill the place.
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They've twisted minds in endless strife,
Where wretched chaos rules the life,
And turned the souls to frozen stone,
While bowing down to Evil's throne.
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Don't waste your days awaiting wonder—
This tale is grim, yet all too real:
The vile ones rise, they pull us under,
And rot becomes the grand ideal.
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Degradation in Delusions
"Mankind has long been lost in lies."
— Laozi, 5th century BC
The ages pass, yet false beliefs
Keep growing stronger every day.
So cast aside imposed deceits,
And let your Soul, not mind, hold sway.
The mind is shaped by fiends from Hell
Through "culture," "laws," and life's cruel game.
Yet thinking still is vital—well,
If reason’s free from drunken shame.
Intuition is your guide—
The Soul and mind in harmony.
Or else the world, in downward stride,
Will drag you back to misery.
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Race to Hell
"A lame man on the rightful way
Outruns the swift who’s led astray."
— Francis Bacon, 17th century
The world is racing—cash and fame,
A senseless chase, a deadly snare.
And many crash—while fiends proclaim
Their joy in others’ grim despair.
So walk, or crawl, or run if able—
Hell’s road is not your path to tread.
A step toward Light, though small and frail,
Will save your Soul and lift your head.
Fulfill your duty—Spirit calls,
All else is filth, a hollow lie.
Give up your flesh if darkness falls—
The herds don’t race, they’re led to die.
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False Religions
A service held in Satan’s hall—
They praise the weak, they crown the small.
A "slave of God"—their proud refrain,
For feeble minds bring greater gain.
The schools instill the art of sleep,
The preachers lie, the strong mislead.
Propaganda seals the deal,
And blind submission shapes their creed.
Thus, a MAD ENSLAVED MACHINE—
Hoards of filth, deceit unseen.
Greed and falsehood rule his days,
Trained to serve the Dark’s embrace.
Call it "good" a hundred times—
Will that cleanse the world of crimes?
If you trust the painted lie,
You're diseased in heart and mind.
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"Scorcher," or the Resilience of Ukrainian Troops
A thermobaric blast ignites—
The Russian fiend its fire lights.
Yet soldiers stand, unbowed, unbroke,
Their will as strong as iron oak.
And so the beasts will fail again,
Their fury spent on helpless men.
Civilians burned in cruel spite—
Genocide, in naked sight.
But justice waits—its time will come,
Each butcher’s name will soon be "sung".
No lie can wash their crimes away—
For Russia drowns in dark decay.
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Today’s Poet—A Sign of Decay
They fund the cripples, priests, and frauds,
Fake “science,” art that’s made for sale.
But not the poets—what a shame,
A world where truth is doomed to fail.
Want to publish? Pay the price!
Culture’s dead, it’s all a game.
Madness spreads in waves of lies,
Corruption crowned in rot and flame.
For a poet shows decay—
No craft is held in higher grace.
Yet the beasts demand a pawn,
A fool to lead the doomed like slaves.
Driving herds straight to the slaughter,
Draped in “goodness,” robed in lies.
But, in truth, they’ve earned no better,
Bowing low to Hell’s device.
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My Poetry
They’ve torn my verses, line by line—
A spark of vision, it would seem.
Yet what they truly value’s mine:
I never served the vile regime.
But higher still—this battle fought
Against the Rot that clouds the sky.
For words strike harder than a shot,
And thoughts outlive the bullet’s cry.
No hand will lift my voice to fame,
Yet I have done what must be done.
And hope? A fool’s deluded game—
The blind kneel to it, one by one.
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Chem in Food, and Lies on Air
ChemTrust.
LieNews.
Just look around —
Obedient fools
Eat poisoned ground,
And cheer the rules.
A world so bleak,
Where madness reigns.
If thought’s not weak,
Then break the chains!
Withdraw within —
Your soul, your shrine.
Don’t bow to sin —
Let truth align.
The final storm
Will cleanse with flame.
Farewell, deformed
Fascistic game.
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Chasing the Carrot
In a world turned upside-down,
Fools keep marching round and round.
Burdened, dazed by life's "great mission" —
Endless loops of blind ambition.
"Seek your happiness!" they cry...
"Try again!" — the same old lie.
But repetition, said and done,
Is the sign the mind is gone.
Each new try, a fresh torment —
Nothing gained, just punishment.
Only fools believe the tale
That through pain, joy will prevail.
Like a donkey, chasing dreams,
Fed on lies and shallow schemes,
While the Goat, all sly and slick,
Leads it to the final trick —
To the slaughter, blind and still,
In this world where truth is ill.
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Fu-Kung-Fu
Your kung-fu? More like Fu!, my friend —
The stink is strong on every end.
The filth that rules from way up high
Makes all this madhouse multiply.
And down below? There’s sludge galore —
This world’s a mask, a shape-shifted sore.
Step wrong, and you’re knee-deep in slime
Unless you purge the rot in time.
That rot wears such a lovely face,
All dressed up in charm and grace.
But shame is gone — it's not the trend;
It rides its wave right to the end.
And that wave wants to swallow all
In oceans where the liars call.
To truly live and make it through —
Your shield must be Fu-Kung-Fu.
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A Song About “Happiness”
I’ll soon write a song —
Full of peace, full of light.
Where I rise from the wrong,
Cling to good, hold it tight.
But that song will be born
With a needle in hand,
In a ward — mind all torn —
In a world gulag-planned.
Genocide everywhere,
And it’s not even new.
Try to grasp joy — if you dare —
In a storm made of untrue.
All this “truth” is a lie,
All this pain — by design.
Monsters rule from on high —
And call madness “divine.”
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The Press
Life slows to a crawl,
Like a press that grinds —
Bleed, or feel no fall?
Bleed — and maybe find
Not death, but a spark,
While the bloodless fade —
Zombified and dark,
Flatlined and afraid.
Pressure’s rising still,
Till we’re dust and bone.
Not “a little chill” —
No. Just fear alone.
CowID gave a taste
Of what’s yet to come:
Fascism embraced —
And the press rolls on.
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So-called “Feedback”
“It reached the top!” — that worthless pest
Will “fix it all” at their behest.
Not fighting rot, not taking stand —
Just greasing slides to filth and sand.
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Voluntary Disposal
It’s not that painful, if you choose:
There’s war and junk to light the fuse.
Without the fools, Earth takes a breath —
Insanity just breeds more death.
They want us gone — it’s "for the best!"
The wicked lie, more well-dressed.
But now it’s not just lies — it’s slime,
Fed to fools in filth and grime.
The beasts grow bolder, day by day,
Their truth? Obey — or fade away.
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"Common Sense" Is Killing Us
"Common sense" is what we’re taught —
But with patterns, minds are caught.
Heart forgotten, lost its voice —
That shuts down the deeper choice.
What’s beyond is sealed away,
And without it, minds decay.
Heart grows weak, and so does soul —
Emptiness becomes the goal.
Feelings fade — replaced by schemes.
Fools push "logic" over dreams.
Blind and broken, they persuade —
And torture others in the trade.
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The Track of Destruction
A life of stripes, so dull, so gray,
Where black and white both have their say.
The price of motion, clear to see:
In shadows deep, you’re bound to be.
You fall into the darkest night,
And think that gray’s a hopeful light —
But in the gray you’ll disappear
If you don’t shout the word "No, here!"
To schemes of Hell, to motions planned,
Laid out in lines, throughout the land.
The final stop — "Decay’s design,"
Erasing fools through grand design.
Through madness, they have found their way,
As "CowID" marks the break of day.
The mind is crushed, the truth undone,
The track’s been set — the race is won.
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"The One" — A Hassle
The "one true love" is such a bore,
It's worn out in films, it’s all a chore.
Where are the fiends of wicked ways?
Where’s the thrill in their wild craze?
The ego of some foolish girls
Has grown so tiresome in this world,
That only Addams’ joy and cheer
Can pierce through all the whiny fear.
The rest is just a hormone rush,
A youthful thing — a fleeting crush.
The real intrigue’s in the low,
The ebb, not high, the way we go.
Breakdowns, tragedies, and snide —
In these, life’s meaning seems to hide.
Can’t even catch a single phrase
In "love will find us" endless maze.
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Thoughtlessness
Thinking’s hard, and thinking’s scary —
It shatters the image you’ve grown.
If you think too much, they’ll carry
The tale that your mind’s overthrown.
A world of thoughtlessness and decay,
Degradation’s now the law.
Surrounded by fools? Then away!
Run fast before they make you raw.
From all the ties and obligations,
Be touched by thought’s clear, shining light.
There are no “good” circumstances —
The world is doomed, it’s lost the fight.
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Religion
Born from fear, a shielded need,
A death for Reason, dreams that bleed.
An empty hope, a fleeting call,
For in its grasp, we lose it all.
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Idolatry
We bow, we kneel — it's all the same,
In ashrams and this world's cruel game.
Without idols, we are left to stray,
For fools are lost in empty sway.
A Führer twin with empty news,
The void has sunk to its lowest views.
There, we'll embrace the lies we find,
As idiots wade through filth and bind.
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Don't listen to the "voice of reason,"
If you're unsure, don't heed the season.
If by the virus of the mold,
Your mind's been caught and bought, it's sold.
Any effort's doomed to fail,
When a dull template leads the trail,
Wounding all the clever schemes,
Driving clarity from dreams.
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In Hell
Endeavors all are vain,
Clarity’s but murk and stain,
Each step a march toward death's embrace,
Your path from Dread to DREAD’s own place.
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A guessing game for clueless minds,
Tests at school — what’s left behind?
Endless toil, then pour a drink,
At nightfall, the world’s on the brink.
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Economic cattle
Money, money, money, money —
Savage, vile, a void inside:
If you’re lucky, it’s neurosis,
If not — you're just a lower guide.
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Independent thinking as opposed to borrowed knowledge
If you won’t think, just take the noise,
A flood of info, dull and cold,
Your spirit weakens, mind decoys,
And wisdom shrinks, its power sold.
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Political clowns and the so-called "army"
A general and a clown: the fight,
The clown’s the one who takes the lead.
The people fail to see the blight,
Of systems, herds, and all their greed.
They worship strength, though misguided,
Loving "business talk" so grand.
Through the ages, still divided,
Bringing ruin with each hand.
Clowns will inject their vile concoctions,
Stronger than the CowID tide.
A hundred Hiroshimas, in their actions,
When reason’s dead and truth’s denied.
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Negative selection
Separator of whipped cream,
Or in the sewage, dark and grim?
What remains when all is drained?
Perhaps life's meaning, unchained?
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Vanity of vanities
Vanity of vanities brings,
Nonsense to the mind it clings.
A mindless fool, corrupt through and through—
Run for cover, it's the thing to do.
Though the media will find your hole,
Fewer fools will lose control.
The fascist's creeping, vile and sly,
He'll flush us out—but not tonight.
Global fascism's drawing near,
"Vanity of vanities" disappears.
The world has turned to a madhouse place,
In lies, in fear, in crude disgrace.
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What will happen after CowID?
Doctor Mengele, idolized,
Will soon be praised if this survives.
What’s left of this world’s disguise?
In madness, chaos slowly dies.
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Queen of Queens
Queen of the Infernal Realms,
Total Lies sit on her throne.
The High Priest—Lucifer,
Mind and honor, both overthrown.
The Queen cannot be replaced,
She’s ruled since the world began.
Without deceit, no life to face,
Not even the fool or beggar man.
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No great honor it is, ‘midst the twisted and blind,
To be called a "thinker", "enlightened and clever".
If you’d rather let struggle and hardship refine
Your pure craft — then be sold-out and soulless? Never.
Push the mob to the back of your mind and be done;
It’s but fuel for satire and barbs that you’re hurling.
That parade of buffoons, that grotesque marathon —
Flee their praise — it’s as filthy as sewage swirling.
Their threshold of madness keeps rising each day
Like Bubka’s old records at peak elevation.
These are no longer people — just herds gone astray;
You’ll fulfill your true work only in isolation.
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Uniqueness, like a virtue's claim,
The Path will wipe mistakes away,
Where conscience fuels the burning flame,
Its goal: the fear, the world’s decay.
Few will leave this foolish place,
And even fewer, when you see,
Reach that point — they hold a trace
Of gods, in their divinity.
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Destroying Independent Thought by Overloading Memory with Lies and Nonsense
Repetition breeds submission,
Deceit’s the father, dullness—queen.
Trapped in “schools” of false traditions,
Soon no mind will dare be seen.
Fools collect their load of madness,
Reason fades—a few survive.
Lies spread fast, like rotting fungus,
Boundless, growing, still alive.
This process knows no final stages,
Layered weight will crush the rest.
Like a press in endless motion,
Stamping minds with flawed pretext.
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Shifting Proportions in Mind, or The Oily "Kindness" of Beasts
Can too much oil spoil the porridge?
Drown the grain, and taste is lost.
Only slaves, in lies submerged,
Fail to see the heavy cost.
In their minds, so dim and hollow,
Reason’s grain is hard to find.
Lies and horrors darkly follow,
Drowning souls in grease refined.
Lose your edge, ignore your senses,
Let them preach their “gentle” creed—
Like an abscess, it condenses,
Bursts within, and makes you bleed.
Soon your Soul and mind will wither,
Drowned in poison, drowned in gloom.
Grain is lost—just scraps that linger,
Smothered nine to two in doom...
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By Stealth or by Force?
By stealth they creep, by force they strike—
A "mighty choice," or so it seems.
But once you're trapped in creatures’ vice,
Your will is crushed beneath their schemes.
Expand your mind—there lies the way,
Not to shatter all their chains,
But to rise above decay,
Not rot in cells with thoughtless brains.
This world dissolves in filth and lies,
And slaves will rot within its frame.
Bow your head—you'll be despised,
The wicked mold you to their game.
But those who fight, who see, who rise,
Will break beyond this poisoned sphere.
Through Spirit’s light, beyond the cries
Of madness that will end it here.
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Evil’s Long-Term Plans
Through the ages, fools obey—
Tricked to think they have a say.
Yet the ones who rule the land
Are but clans with schemes well-planned.
Obvious? It’s clear as day.
Still, the blind look far away,
Trust the clowns who sit on high,
And when they’re gone, they breathe a sigh.
But monsters lie—deceit refined,
They swap the masks, but not the mind.
For every puppet in the light,
A hidden hand controls the fight.
Their craft is rot, passed down through time,
Decay refined into a science.
Through the ages, they endure,
To shape the slaves, to keep control secure.
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The Blind, Deaf, and Cowardly Fools
Blind, deaf, mute—
No greater theme, no deeper root.
Except for folly, fear, and vice,
The cowardice that feeds the lies.
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The End of the Historical Cycle
Banzai charges—motorbikes,
Rushing straight at guns and strikes,
Machine guns roar. The Cycle ends—
If minds are dull, all will descend.
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The End of the World and the Transition to Another Realm
A ragged crowd in "Transition"?
A new Hell waits their admission!
Once more they burn the world away—
Only a madman won't see the fray.
The honest soul, where will it go?
In time, we’ll know—I’m out of flow...
Everything else is mere disguise—
The Light’s a flash, gone from their eyes.
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Conquering New Worlds in Science Fiction
Galactic Fool—an honored name,
Advance! Pursue your endless claim.
You’ll gather skins, and countless more,
While countless lives you’ll tear and floor.
The whole Galaxy will shudder,
At slaves unknown, beneath the smother.
Lucifer will sharpen skill,
Exporting FEAR, LIES, and CHAINS at will.
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A Merry March to Hell
The boors march straight to Hell’s domain—
They’ll call it Heaven, all in vain.
No need for lies to bind the fool,
Stubbornness his only rule.
Yet in his mind, there’s empty space,
A problem in his thinking’s place—
Soon enough, he’ll meet his fate,
And find his soul’s a rotten state.
To heed the heart? That’s no delight,
In a world of need, where greed takes flight.
The Spirit dies, consumed by strife,
In the last turn of their cursed life.
And so, the fools arrive, at last,
At Hell’s gate, their die is cast.
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On Flags
Hell’s "joy" is lies that "serve the cause."
A red cross on a white flag’s jaws,
Completes the grim and painted scene—
Bowed down, they bend to CowID’s "sheen".
The hippo’s plague will come around—
"Quarantine!"—they scurry, all unwound!
The fools still trust the creatures' call,
With media leading, ever tall.
If they believe, they’ll build the Camp,
A digital one, beneath black’s lamp.
A deep, dark minus marks the cost—
It’ll strip their minds, a final loss.
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The Search for the Normal in War
A frantic rush—messages fly,
Searching for the "normal" under the sky.
It’s hard to find, as deep woods grow—
A devil’s easier to spot, if we bend the hook just so.
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Believing Everything the Beasts Say on the TV
A total fool,
Believes it all, no matter what they say.
Easier still, that beast will fall,
And turn to NOTHING, day by day.
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