The Wachowski Sister-Brothers
Brothers once — now sisters proud.
Trends demand it. Shout it loud!
Questions? Trash them. Truth is banned.
Lie with style — that’s what they planned.
Simple lies? That’s just a start.
You need clout to play the part.
Dare stay honest? Here's your fate:
They’ll stamp “madness” on your slate.
In this madhouse, if they brand
Your true work as “out of hand,”
It just reeks of higher vision —
And they know — those built on fiction.
Trends bring profit, fame, and power.
Truth brings noose and final hour.
Freaks devour rot like kings —
Earth is weeping at these things.
Truth means quake and revelation,
Doom approaching every breath.
Trends are tools of new damnation,
New-fascism — dumb peasants' death.
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Trend or Truth?
Trends bring gold — and lies that burn.
Truth brings death. No one will learn.
Feed the freaks. Let Earth be cursed.
New-fascism wears a rainbow first.
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Conscience Gone — Then Comes the Scheming
First goes conscience — then comes guile.
Guile dissolves the mind in style.
Tiny “wins” bring petty cheer,
While the truth stays far from clear.
Worldly noise keeps thought in chains,
Blocks the spark that might remain.
Yet the fool, in full display,
Feeds like king — and leads the way.
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Rot Rises
Kill your soul — then fake your brain.
Fools get fat. The wise are slain.
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They’ll Tear You Apart!
A trembling slave
Clings to his cave —
His “precious” trash,
Already ash.
He cannot see
That tyranny
Designed this pit —
The world’s unfit.
His trash decays,
His soul betrays —
Rot to the core,
A fool, a boar.
And fools like him
Fuel fascist whims,
The coward herd
Obeys each word.
One pinch more fear,
One whisper near —
They’ll tear you down!
The lies still drown...
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Fool's End
A slave in fear is fascist clay.
Add one more lie — he starts to slay.
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In the Pen
Is the piglet slightly muddied —
Or deep-smeared from snout to tail?
Still, the pig can’t grasp it fully:
Lies are god — and truth is jail.
Filth and waste define the pen,
Bathe in slop — then eat again.
Trust the swineherd! Hear his preaching —
There’s your “truth” and final teaching.
Swineherds serve to keep you fed,
'Til the slaughter claims your head.
All the myths of sty and glory —
“Feast and sing” — that’s their whole story.
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Swine Truth
In filth they feast and praise the knife.
The herd calls slaughter “truth” and “life.”
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Obey. Get Slaughtered.
You eat their lies, you cheer their whip.
You trust the hand that drains you drip by drip.
No thought, no truth — just grunt and chew.
They kill — and call it good for you.
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Truth for Swine:
Eat. Obey. Die. Hooray.
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Degrade in Crap of Evil
Crap — the Shadow of Evil:
Too lazy to think —
You’re just a stink.
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Rot and Stupor
Evil’s crap — no thought remains.
Brain turns stump, mind dies in chains.
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Little Folk of Lying Land
Little folk of Lying Land —
Dragging on through war and sand.
"Path" they call their dull routine,
Lost in fog, in mud, unseen.
War for what? For soulless schemes.
See the gates — the Beast still dreams.
Look around — just lifeless meat.
Cowards kneel and call defeat.
But the few with Spirit's fire —
Warriors! Their hearts don't tire.
Alone they stand, but never bend:
To serve the dark? That’s not the end!
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Just meat obeys. The Spirit fights.
One torch can burn a thousand nights.
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Greed and Whining,
Stuck Declining:
Then — comes Dullness,
Spineless Muteness,
INFERNAL SICKNESS.
Freedom? Lost it.
Herd — now worships
Ass-fed rules and slimy gossip.
Not a world — a creeping CESSPIT.
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Herds kneel low —
while maggots grow.
Your "world"? A cesspit, soaked in woe.
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Patriarchs of Zen
Not some saints in marble stories —
Crack your skull if you play dumb.
Scorned the world with all its worries —
Dust and noise, it all must numb.
Spirit — pure — their sole endeavor.
All else? Trash, a passing lie.
They knew well: the proud, the clever —
Preach and babble, then they die.
Now the verse becomes their staff,
But the Patriarch is gone.
What remains? Just broken paths,
Endless questions, LIES — and yawn.
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No Zen remains — just echoes lie.
The staff is mute. The fools still cry.
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Dragging burdens,
Dull and dead,
Plus a pack of
Lies you fed.
Find your fury,
Drop the load —
Burn it, bury —
Hit the road!
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Trash the lies —
and let soul rise.
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Lengthwise, crosswise — shred and sever
Truth and honor, mind and pride.
Freedom? Slashed. And now forever —
Rotting scum takes joy in lies.
Endless filth — and no resistance.
Local herds just grunt and nod.
What a hell! It stinks with distance.
What a wrathful, raving God!
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Truth is flayed — and none protest.
Welcome, Hell. You know the rest.
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Crosswise, lengthwise — all dissected:
Truth is torn, and honor wrecked.
Mind and freedom — all rejected,
By the rotting scum's revenge.
Day by day, with no defiance,
Wretches take the stench as norm.
Madness reigns, and foul compliance
Feeds this Hell in perfect form.
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Truth is butchered — cowards cheer.
Welcome, Hell. You're already here.
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Victory
The rashist scum
Will pay in full.
Their filth will come —
Then meet the Bull.
The Spirit fierce
Will clear the way,
And tear their curse
Like rot from clay.
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Fierce is the Flame —
and scum will burn.
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The Deeper the Woods...
The deeper the woods — the lazier the fighters.
The bigger the lie — the worse the broken fibers.
The smarter the tech — the faster it will crash.
The stronger the fear — the deeper comes the slash.
The clearer the "system" — the slicker the chain.
The stronger the Spirit — the sharper the brain.
The simpler the path — the easier to block.
Believe in the sludge? You’ll die like a mock.
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Truth gets sharp when Spirit wakes.
Mute and dumb? The darkness takes.
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No More Cartoon...
Winnie licks the final honey,
Piglet snivels, small and weak —
He’s the “people,” sweet and funny,
But he only dies offscreen.
In real life he’s grown and bloated,
Spirit’s gone — a soulless swine.
All the tales have been demoted —
Only STUPID FEAR survives.
Cracks are spreading through the framing,
And the “cartoon” fades to black:
Not just gangsters — beasts are reigning.
Slaves enrich their vile pack.
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The cartoon’s dead. The beasts are real.
And slaves just fatten up their meal.
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The End of Wonderland
Wonderland is ruled by jackals —
Dodo’s gone, the Rabbit’s dead.
Cheshire Cat, once sly and crackle,
Fled — now fleas bite Dove instead.
Mad March Hare’s a bureaucratic,
Hatter’s now a lab-coat pawn.
Even Gryphon’s turned fanatic —
Fairy tale? It's long since gone.
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Wonderland has bled to dust —
All that’s left is fear and rust.
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Reflection Method
Traitors smeared, obedient chained,
Freaks of Darkness hold the reins.
Only bribes give meaning now —
This is how they keep the vow.
Sarcasm’s sharper than a joke,
In the verse their madness spoke.
This is how the world reflects —
Broken down, it hit the depths.
Rot before, now only slime —
One big pile, a frozen crime.
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Traitors crawl, the fools comply —
All this world’s a stinking lie.
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The Clock Is Ticking
Tick-tock, tick-tock — the world’s a bomb,
Drop the quarrels — fool, stay calm.
Inside the blast, there’s TNT,
Monsters armed with cruelty.
Fools devour lies like food,
Never full, they breed the mood.
Lies are just the bomb’s thin shell,
Time runs out — no place to dwell.
Soon will come the final mark,
Darkness swallowing the spark.
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Lies are fuel, and fools run blind —
Countdown’s done, no more time.
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Time’s Fatigue
Tick and Tock have worn out ticking—
Time itself is running thin.
Speech is tired, just meme-clicking,
Chaos set to crash and spin.
When all breaks down, it’s entropy—
That is death’s relentless breath.
Sing the songs you left incomplete—
Soon will shake the Earth beneath.
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Time is bleeding, tick and break —
Death arrives with each quake.
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“Climbers”
Bound by lies like twisted ropes,
We’ve all become “the climbers” folks.
Everest of lies so vast —
Climb with them, or cut down fast.
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Lies bind tight — no room to choose.
Climb their peak, or get abused.
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Phantasmagoria
Editors like tractors grind,
Crushing fresh and new each time.
Like strange attractors blind,
Talents fade through years’ long climb.
Into the world, through chaos’ press,
They tried to bring a spark of light.
No voice was theirs — they'd only stress
The “common nonsense” of the night.
Only few could read the game,
Heard Aesop’s whisper in the haze —
Sprouts survive amid the shame,
Growing through the tangled maze.
But tractors crush those tender shoots,
Fascism’s rule is plain and stark.
Simple factors, cold pursuits —
Dehumanized, devoid of heart.
It’s time for stories to conclude,
Their ending dark, obscene, profane.
Rot festers in this phantasm, crude —
Where NEW is doomed to break in vain.
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Tractors crush the new and bright,
Fascism’s grip denies the light.
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Involution
Swift’s great house lies torn apart —
Who needs it now? The rabble’s heart
Prefers a world where lies are king,
Soulless scum that poison spring.
They feed and breed, they drag us down,
This realm into a burning drown.
Monsters rule, all crude and vile,
They want a slave with broken smile.
Involution’s raging deep —
Wisdom’s rare, and honor’s cheap.
In the blaze of falsehood’s fire,
Truth’s a scarce, exhausted pyre.
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House of Swift is torn and dead —
Lies and scum now rule instead.
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So-Called "Rational Mankind," or The Endgame
Reason?! Only sarcasm fits—
Man’s a plague that must be hit!
Light is stronger—Sun will save
Earth by burning all to grave.
What of those not stupid, then?
That’s a question hard for men.
In a world where Spirit gleams,
At the end of days and dreams,
Few will stand — the “Overkind.”
This is real, not just in mind.
There’s a path that leads on high,
Beyond the chaos, past the lie.
And to depths of Hell and Hate—
Fools will fall to their cruel fate.
So the final curtain’s drawn:
This is how the game is gone.
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Reason’s dead — plague stays to rot.
Sun will scorch the idiot’s spot.
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Respect to Pol Pot, praise on high!
To the New—hail, bow low, comply!
March ahead, the herd obedient,
Slay the foes who doubt the gradient.
Faces sharp, genocide’s disguise,
With fascism in centuries’ ties.
Once called “communism” — a farce,
Deceit’s the trap to break the sparse.
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Pol Pot’s shadow, dark and deep,
New lies herd, no time for sleep.
Kill the doubters, crush the weak,
Truth’s dead tongue—no one can speak.
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Don’t let your life end tragically—
No poet’s needed where
Lies, fear, and madness spin cyclically.
When will you shout, “Not there!”?
To all this cruel dementia,
You’ll hear but cold “Get gone!”
For cunning bastards’ conscience
Is haunted by their wrong.
No rescue comes, no turning—
You’re lost, as if you’re naught:
What’s left to shoot? You drag behind
The madness they have wrought.
It grows more fierce, relentless—
The world’s lost all its mind.
Fascism’s gloom, relentless,
A plague for all mankind.
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Don’t end your life in tragic shame —
Scream “No!” and break the devil’s game.
Madness spreads, the plague is near —
Fight the lies, refuse the fear!
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