Lies parade —
Truth stayed.
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Steel grips —
Dark scripts.
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Toy factory —
Hell’s drafty.
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Toy factory hums —
Souls on strings.
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Robots grin —
Chaos wins.
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Puppets old,
Stories cold.
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Glue of lies,
Childhood dies.
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Steel and code,
Hearts corrode.
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False delight,
Darkness bites.
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Toy factory world —
Spirit hurled.
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Listen close —
Escape those ghosts.
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Toy factory grinds —
Souls confined.
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Robots laugh —
Humans daft.
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Glue of lies —
Childhood dies.
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Strings snap —
Spirit trapped.
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Toy world burns —
No return.
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Toy factory hums —
Lies become drums.
Children entrapped,
Souls tightly wrapped.
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Strings and wires play —
Life stripped away.
Robots grin wide,
Humanity’s slide.
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Glue of deceit
Covers small feet.
Playroom of hell,
No one to tell.
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Plans so absurd,
Voices unheard.
Mindless parade,
Spirit betrayed.
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Toy world burns bright,
Dark replaces light.
All is controlled,
Souls bought and sold.
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Toy hell roars —
Souls on floors.
Kids trapped tight,
No end in sight.
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Strings snap fast,
Humanity’s past.
Robots grin wide,
All hope denied.
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Glue and lies,
Silent cries.
Playroom burns,
No one learns.
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Plans obscene,
Minds wiped clean.
Parade of fools,
Broken rules.
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World of toys,
Stolen joys.
Darkness reigns,
Spirit chains.
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Clever cat strikes —
Sheep just bleat.
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Cat prowls wise —
Sheep fall for lies.
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Cat sees, sheep bleed.
Fools follow — meet the greed.
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Sheep bleat, cats smirk.
Chaos reigns — fools at work.
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Without Measure
“Know your measure” — in the gray,
Gray as world — so dull, so small.
From their icons sulfur drips,
And the brazen rise, who brawl.
“Up” is DOWN — all lies, chimera,
Little sense to rot in line.
Scorn their “measure,” burn it clearer:
Only burning makes you shine.
If in fire of creation
You ignite and blaze away,
You won’t fester as damnation,
Only silence makes you clay.
Genocide has long been soaring,
Stupidity the law they preach.
Hammer, anvil — both imploring,
That’s the fate of those who reach.
So then strike without a measure:
Die, yet save your soul from chains,
Where new Pol Pots build their treasures,
Breeding lies in zoo-like plains.
Zoo — the world became its copy,
Stacked as “beast on beast” it stands:
Savage, wretched, bleak and sloppy,
Rotting under tyrant’s hands.
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Burn without measure —
Silence is rot.
Die for the Spirit,
Or live as a blot.
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Up is down, their gods are lies —
Only fire makes you rise.
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Hammer strikes, the truth is raw:
Burn — or rot beneath their law.
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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains, or be the feast.
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Only fire makes you rise —
Smash their lies, or burn alive!
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World’s a zoo of beast on beast —
Break the chains — or be the feast!
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The Quality of Assholehood
“Quality”? — It’s assholehood!
The fool just spits out trash.
The idiot in servitude
Swallows lies for cash.
“All is fine,” “progression,”
Stuffed into their pants.
Pressing lies’ obsession
Fuels the warlike dance.
Sharper than a launcher,
Propaganda roars:
Crowds enraged like vultures —
Thrown into the wars.
“Quality,” “health measures” —
Spells to keep you dumb.
CowID showed cattle’s treasures,
Truth as icy numb.
Only lies have “quality,”
Goebbels is outdone.
New deceit’s monstrosity
Chokes minds one by one.
Brains dissolved in masses,
Or is it just herds?
Vegetables with horns for “gods”
Bleating empty words.
“Quality” on farmland —
Newest narrative.
Putler’s fine, they’re all glad,
Idiots still live.
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“Quality” is shit in gold —
Cattle bought, and cattle sold.
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Progress? Lies! A tyrant’s feast.
Wake — or die a branded beast.
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Goebbels’ ghost is overrun —
Putler smiles — the herd is done.
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Health, “progress,” sacred chants —
Chains for slaves in cattle pants.
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So-Called “Patriotic Poems”
“At four years old we give the child a flag,
and he enters our processing,
which continues until his death.”
— Hermann Göring
A preschool girl in uniform,
Reciting “patriotic” verse —
That fascist sting becomes the norm,
The propaganda’s mad, perverse.
Its howling tide floods every mind,
Worse than gallows, worse than rope.
Drowning there, no soul you’ll find,
Death alone would give you hope.
Execution saves your soul,
But bowing down to slime — you’re lost.
Serving filth becomes the goal,
And damnation is the cost.
Goering, Hitler, Goebbels, all —
Have been surpassed with ease today.
Mindless masses heed the call
Of a counterfeit decay.
This rabble mirrors Hitler’s crowd,
But smaller, meaner, fouler spawn.
What remains of Spirit’s proud
Is chased away — defiled, withdrawn.
Until the soul is but a fly,
Buzzing over dung and waste,
Trampled, twisted, left to die,
All its honor laid to waste.
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A child with flag — a soul enslaved,
By lies of tyrants, darkly paved.
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Better die upon the rope,
Than bow to filth and kill your hope.
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Their “patriotism” reeks of war —
It’s fascism, rotten to the core.
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Spirit’s gone — the herd obeys,
Buzzing flies on dung’s decay.
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Pain Management
Spread the pain of loss in layers,
Salt of life through even days.
Want to rise above the players?
Rule your fate — not pain’s decay.
Pain’s the core of all directing,
Far too much to bear alone.
Turn again, again, reflecting,
To the Heart — not to the throne.
Heart discerns the pain from falsehood,
Selfish roots of every fall.
Chains of ego, masks of false good,
Drag you downward most of all.
Shock is lethal — leads to breaking.
Learn to strip its mask away.
No, you won’t unmake their faking,
But who cares what herds obey?
In this upside-down world’s measure,
Keep the Heart’s clear wisdom whole.
End the fate that breeds displeasure,
If creation fuels your soul.
That alone is goal and meaning,
All the rest is empty sound.
Vermin grind their lies unceasing,
Killing herds that crowd around.
Vermin, herds — their pain is towering,
Once you see, you understand:
Only through creation’s flowering
Spirit breaks the iron hand.
Scrape the layers, fuel the fire,
Turn despair to gift, alive —
From infernal hell’s quagmire,
Comes the Heart’s fierce BREAKTHROUGH drive.
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Pain’s no prison — make it flame,
Turn despair to Will’s true name.
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Scrape the wound, ignite the fire —
From the pit, break out, rise higher!
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Only Heart can cut the chain —
Mind just multiplies the pain.
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Vermin preach, the herds obey —
Create — or rot and fade away.
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The Kid Goat and the Digital Camp
There once was a cartoon, cheery,
Every beast was counted fast.
Panic swept them, dumb and weary,
But the numbers saved at last.
Counted — yes, that much is certain.
Saved? Of course not, don’t you see?
Digital camp locks the curtain,
Prison dressed as “security.”
Simple fools expect devotion,
CowID showed them the lie:
First cartoon prepared the notion —
Next time herds are tagged to die.
“Plagues” were drills, rehearsals, fiction,
Idiots convinced with ease.
Chewing lies without restriction,
Begging, “Master, feed us, please.”
Further grinding, harsher, faster,
Regression speeds its grim finesse.
World is sinking into bastard
Depths of fraud and sham’s duress.
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Counted, tracked, a digital pen —
Prison hides the fool again.
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Cartoons train the herd to kneel —
Feed the lies, forget what’s real.
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CowID marks the weak, the blind —
The camp awaits, their souls confined.
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World grows cruel, deceit runs deep —
Resist, create — don’t rot asleep.
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Clinging and Slaughter
"It’s not your self that binds you in Samsara, it’s clinging."
— Tilopa
Lies and horror — do you cling
To this filth? Go on, embrace!
With false hopes you’ll maul the mind,
Drive the last wit from its place.
That’s the outcome, clear and stark.
The world insane, almost all.
Satan reigns as god of dark,
Praises lies and pride’s cruel thrall.
You’re proud, you’re lazy, if you trust
The infernal, foul abyss.
The fool is lucky, first to lust
In this shit — the clown’s own bliss.
Only pigs enjoy their feed
Laid in dung, a simple chunk.
But you cling to bottom’s creed —
It’s called madhouse, foul and drunk.
Global madhouse, clinging, schizo,
All consumed by its own rot.
It ends in slaughter — CowID shows,
Its plan partly, now you’ve got.
Further still, the chaos grows,
Most are victims here, it seems:
“Epidemics” stretch, war flows,
Triumph of vermin, crushing dreams.
Cling — and you’re a partner then
In fascist power, vile and sly.
Or simpler — just a wretched,
Pathetic, utterly doomed guy.
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Cling to filth — you feed the beast,
Join the slaughter, feast by feast.
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World’s a madhouse, lies run free —
Cling, and you’re part of tyranny.
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CowID shows the plan is done,
Cling — and you bow to every scum.
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Pride and laziness enslave,
Cling, and you become the grave.
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Disposal of Fools
War approaches — and CowID,
The “country” crawls, half-dead in mind.
Two-thirds are fools — the mask shows it,
Is death the cure that fate designed?
The disposal drags on, long and cruel,
A year gone by — when comes the end?
Even hell’s veil lifts, breaking rule —
Apocalypse nears, no chance to mend.
Cataclysms blaze — the Sun grows bright,
Fascism shoves enema thought.
Fools receive them in their fright,
Countless, cruel, all carefully taught.
Cows fart, fools “accelerate,”
Multiplying CowID’s reign.
One enema — science will justify,
The crowd consumes it without strain.
Disposal of fools — the wise left thin,
What grows instead? Tyrant’s might.
Fascism shakes the corrupt world in,
Dragging all into trembling fright.
The remnants of the smart may last,
Darkness can’t reach them yet,
Cataclysm speeds — the die is cast,
And fascism’s folly will be met.
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Fools are counted, fools are fed,
Apocalypse marches — the smart aren’t dead.
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CowID rules, the herd obeys,
Fascism thrives through endless craze.
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Cataclysms blaze, the Sun grows bright,
Fools get enema, minds in fright.
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Dispose the fools — the tyrants rise,
Only wisdom may survive their lies.
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The Carrot
How many times has Death passed me by?
Countless — the sum eludes my eyes.
Pseudo-life bent me low to try
To reach the “norm” — the very bottom’s lies.
Here the bottom is the “norm,” the scum
Rule the madhouse, global, vast.
But subtle Reason stands apart,
Those sane are rare, exceptions cast.
The madhouse aims to kill the soul,
If true, the world’s a sarcoma spread.
Only fools can claim a role —
Living here is living dead.
I’ll send pseudo-life to hell —
No more bending to their dung!
I turned my mind to guillotine,
The blade resides where it belongs.
Destroy your clinging to the pit —
All else is nonsense, all is taint.
Will you find “joy” in this? A trick!
The CARROT, gentlemen — quaint.
Not a carrot, but Pure Spirit’s light
If you’re illumined, take the stand —
You won’t die a dung-fly’s blight:
Resistance is the Law at hand.
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Bend no more to dung and lies,
Strike the pit — let spirit rise!
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Pseudo-life be gone, I swear,
Carrot’s trick? Resist, beware!
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Madhouse rules, fools crawl and rot,
Stand with Spirit — take your shot!
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Death may pass, but I remain,
Pure will breaks the tyrant’s chain.
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Retribution
Nine lives a cat may hold?
But vermin poison, kittens fall
Like flies, their fate cruelly told —
Scum, your reckoning will call!
The fiend shall die, return no more
To human world’s deceitful throng.
Fiends belong in shadowed floor,
The Shadow World endures too long.
This world creeps back upon the Earth,
To idiots, rotten Satan’s king:
In forms diverse, insane, perverse,
They crown the filth, and praise the sting.
Decorate the rot, they’ll call
It holy — madness in their sight.
Uproot the stumps, sow something whole,
That’s the task the Cataclysm writes.
If fascism wins, the Light prevails,
Its power shatters dark’s disguise.
The Sun grows stronger, none assails —
Though asses rage with angry eyes.
Intuition yet remains alive,
Stumps burn, the old decay removed.
When rot recedes, new grass will thrive,
And life restored, the world renewed.
The world’s decay — the kittens show,
In hell of evil, fools shall pay,
Blood and retribution flow,
For those who in the darkness stray.
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Vermin die, the cats survive,
Shadow world won’t hold the wise.
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Rot decorated fools call “holy,”
Cataclysm strikes — the world turns solely.
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Fascism falls, the Light prevails,
Kittens live while evil fails.
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Stumps will burn, new grass will rise,
Blood for fools — the just despise.
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The Second Shameful War
It wasn’t folk, nor sacred fight,
But pitiless, rootless scum.
It set the white tribes alight,
For them, our blood was merely some.
White races stuck like bones to throat,
They crave biomass, a handful of fools.
Russians, Germans — nightmare they wrote,
They want only natives to fuel their tools.
Strike the best in the planned-up war,
Soon the hovels teem with filth and scum.
A world of fools, rotten core,
Where fascism turns all to dung.
Fascism — not just Hitler’s hand,
He’s but a puppet master shuffling the crowd.
The rabble, always ready to sell their land,
Will exterminate anew, unbowed.
Now this rabble dons a coat —
A teacher, doctor, all the same.
Ever ready, plotting note,
To finalize the dull world’s shame.
A world ruled by fascist lies,
Will be slain by fake-virus scourge.
Stupidity — the outcome’s prize
Of the next silent war’s dirge.
Poisons spread, weak and slow,
DDT and filth in tons were cast.
Not the pests, but humans to overthrow,
Brains poisoned, minds made vast.
From this wax, a camp can rise,
A digital hell, no guns required.
Masks on fools, amidst the cries,
Injecting death while panic’s fired.
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Strike the best, the fools remain,
Fascism thrives, the world in pain.
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Poison brains, mold waxen men,
Digital camps will rise again.
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Masks on fools, injections spread,
Panic fuels the living dead.
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Stupidity rules, the rabble thrives,
Only Heart and Spirit survive.
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Shit
No trace of human form remains
In this valley long ago:
Centuries of hellish chains,
Endless suffering made man into shit below.
This shit spreads everywhere,
Destroying nature, soul, and sky.
Here total control is laid bare,
Not over men, but over all that lives by.
The few who dare to rise and fight
Can do no more than scattered spokes.
Like wheels unseen in endless night,
Their tiny sparks are all that hope evokes.
We are all guilty, each and all,
For breeding fools, for servile cheer,
For bending always at the call,
For pretending chains aren’t near.
We like the petty, tame, mundane —
The comfort of towns, the city’s cage.
We harbor grudges, feed the pain,
Mocking those who see the stage.
We cannot grasp that slavery here
Is long the core, the basic law.
Thus vulgarity spreads far and near,
And the world goes mad in awe.
Don’t claim the best have always known,
Fought to make a brighter day,
Refusing fate’s malicious tone —
Roses in a vat of shit, they say.
The threats unseen by all but few,
For in number lies the tyrant’s power.
“Big numbers” — all that counts for you,
The roses drowned in filth, they sour.
Even in nature, it occurs:
Where walruses dwell in polar night,
No flower grows on ice that blurs,
No garden thrives in barren blight.
The shit knows no such law,
Its scope unchallenged, wide and grim.
Animal order rules the psyche’s maw,
Humans rare — the rest are dim.
And when the cesspool finally dries,
The Sun asserts its might.
Hence the fight with fake-virus lies,
The scum trembles, shaken by the light.
The inhuman dread the coming end,
Hoping to cut down the herd of slaves.
They cannot hold them, cannot bend,
Too few subterranean caves.
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Man is shit, the fools abound,
Sun will rise, the truth is found.
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Chains break, the cesspool dries,
Scum trembles under brighter skies.
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Few resist, the rest enslaved,
Animal order, minds depraved.
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Roses drown in filth below,
Only Spirit makes them grow.
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