121 poems

Global Surveillance System

A giant system of watching eyes,
Everything tracked, both near and far.
The scum believe we’re pawns to dice,
The rotting core of every sham-state czar.

Their filthy snouts are everywhere,
In every sphere, each goddamn loo.
In past it was the truncheon’s glare —
Today the world’s run different crews.

By total lies they flood the air,
Pushed nonstop by the bought-out breed.
A stupid world chokes unaware,
While surveillance keeps us reined and leashed.

The vermin crawl into the trade,
Calling it “tax” and “lawful care”.
Soon only beggar-gnomes remain —
The moth will eat what’s left to spare:

The scraps of private enterprise
That barely keeps above the tide.
Top-scum engineer the crises,
Mute the people, choke their cries.

Control systems seal the mouth
Of public truth — suppress, restrict.
The “search engine”, of course, no doubt,
Is trained to drown all facts in myth.

An electronic camp is built —
Surveillance is its core and spine.
A red cross marks the flag of guilt:
Horror masked as “good design”.

Only communes, councils stand —
Build autonomous ways of life.
Else the song is at its end:
Global fascism kills us all outright.



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A digital camp, polite and clean —
Control is sold as “safety’s grace”.
Submit today, or soon be seen
Erased by global fascist space.



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Mental Shit

A hundred words wound tight around the skull,
A greasy reel of trampled trivia —
Like beads a pious Catholic fingers, dull,
She rolls them on and on mechanically.
— Sasha Chorny, “Vulgarity”, 1910

The stock of game and patterns is run thin,
Stuffed in as “higher truth”. For Evil’s plan
The core demand is soulless clones within,
With “minds”, obedience, and donkey-span.

These stocks keep spinning like a loaded reel,
Or slot-machine drums rattling their spin.
And once the moment calls for ready meal,
The slot snaps shut — if shit will fit the scene.

The mental shit is primed for instant use:
It splashes you the moment you draw near.
One careless step — you’re coated, stained, abused,
And long you won’t stay whole, untouched, or clear.

So dodge the idiots. Don’t argue — no.
That’s like collapsing headfirst into a loo.
Before you know, the world itself will grow
A terminally brain-dead public stew.

Two-thirds are morons here. The schizoid type
Is common too. The Everest of crap
Keeps rising under Shadow’s total hype —
Soon sense itself you’ll hunt with torch and map.



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The reel spins on — recycled lies and sludge.
Step closer once — you’re smeared, you’re marked, you’re done.
Where Shadow rules, the mind is hard to judge:
By daylight, reason’s nowhere to be found.



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The Closed Circuit of Idiotism

The closed circuit of idiot rule —
Perfect control with a “seeing eye”,
That only rarely smacks the fool,
Propaganda steers us — no need to try.

You don’t become an idiot at once —
Each moron crossed the choice-point line:
Submit or not. If yes — you’re done,
You’ll rot into a brainless swine.

The herd is massive — the majority,
And pressure crushes from every side.
No other interest in this society
But eat, breed, hoard — let meaning die.

All here is fake: the rot, the dumb,
Are planted as the world’s foundation.
One single goal — the mind made numb,
The soul erased, the fear-creation.

Fear is the fuel of this vast farm.
And fear is food for inhuman scum
That rules this place with quiet harm.
“Protect your nerves” — their sacred hum:

A spell to sever Spirit’s thread,
To break the link with inner fire.
Don’t believe. Go mad — turn fear to red,
To rage, to force, to burning ire.

Leave the mirror-world. Build your own land,
An autonomous, sovereign zone.
Though time is short — the end is planned:
The Common End. From here — the howl of stone.



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Fear is their fuel, control their creed,
The herd is trained to bow and graze.
Turn fear to rage — that’s what you need,
Or drown with them in piercing’s haze.



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March of the Propagandists

There is such a job — to lie to the land,
To pump out trash, cheap fear, and dumbed-down screams.
They start with “upbringing”, wrecking the mind,
And finish the job with brutal fascist regimes.

In fascism’s service you’ll always find
The hack reporter, the clerk, the fake MD,
The cop for show — but the core of the grind
Is the media butcher selling hell as “paradise free”.

The peak of disgrace: a hysteric cry
From the zombie-screen — echoed online.
This filth lost its mind long, long ago,
No soul in these shills — not a trace, not a sign.

Total lies and raw strikes on the nerves —
That’s the whole content of speeches and shows.
No gallows nor prisons would ever suffice
For all executioners of reason and thought.

For traitors are many — now multiply stench:
You get Hell incarnate, already in force.
No shootings required — the obedient lie-slave
Is the bulk of the crowd. All power is BULLSHIT, of course.



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To lie is a trade — a state-approved march.
Fear is the drum, and bullshit the flag.
No camps are needed: the lie itself
Turns crowds into tools, into mute, marching rags.



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Ignorance

The schemes of “logic” multiply the blind,
Even when their maker’s honest, clean.
Add lies and memetic tricks to the grind —
You get pure nonsense, and no field’s unseen

Where lies don’t rule, where swaps don’t reign.
Concept-switching is sport by now.
Total corruption wears “betrayal’s” name —
Pseudoscience stands firm, stubborn as a cow.

Just tell the fool: “It’s proven, see?”
And feed him trash, amused, at ease.
Axioms are crumbs, smeared thinly
Across a vast plain of layered lies.

So reason’s bullied, pressed, abused.
Very little’s proven — mostly guess.
Speculation reigns. Assertion rules.
If suckers believe — why even stress?

Why juggle facts, why forge disguise,
If one can lie straight to every face?
Axioms here are not a cure —
They’re acts of faith, no higher place.

Pseudo-religions are a nightmare too:
It’s hard to invent more stupid junk.
Their core is this: Spirit is removed,
Materialism poisons the mind, sunk.

Their priests deliver to every ear
Distortions — tidings not of Light.
Exclude the Spirit, enthrone the sheer —
That path leads straight to Satan’s night.

Believe in NOTHING. Go inward instead.
And never forget the central test:
Are you a spiritual being — or a tame-minded slave?
Rip out the lies that have eaten your chest.



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More axioms — more blindness gained.
Proof is rare; assertion reigns.
Go inward only — cut the lies:
You’re Spirit, or a trained disguise.



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The Chavdrome

Autodromes,
Cosmodromes —
All that stuff is empty air.
Chavdromes
In the madhouse —
That’s the idiot’s funfair.

That global madhouse — count the wise:
You’ll finish fast, there’s not a crowd.
The madmen’s games before our eyes
Are brutal, filthy, screaming loud.

I step out on the running track,
I wait for when they start to crush.
I’ll hold a bit, I won’t snap back —
They say you’re “meant to live” in sludge.

Cockroach races would be better —
More honest, lively, less obscene.
Hard to stand inside this fetter:
One second — fists, kicks, broken scene.

A cockroach half-crushed still survives,
More life than you’re allowed to keep.
The chavdrome’s built to strip your lives,
Till nothing’s left for you to reap.

Our ONLY wealth is Mind and Spirit.
To wipe them out — that’s goal supreme
Of inhuman plague that steers it,
All this circus, all this scheme.

Everything here aims at that.
The whole damn world’s a chavdrome now.
If you’re not “touched”, not slightly cracked,
Not caught by Global Evil’s vow,

Then soon the brutes will come your way,
They’ll drag you home, no choice, no say,
And force you into their dumb play —
Another race on the chavdrome’s clay.



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The world’s a track where brutes all race,
To grind the Mind, erase the Face.
If you don’t run — they’ll make you play
On the chavdrome, night and day.



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Selective “Proof”

Whatever suits the beasts just right,
Their masters — bones, the fools — a toy,
They shove it into “evidence” with spite.
Enough. Don’t mock the Soul with lies and noise.

How long will it be swept away,
The harm those “theories” plainly do?
The damage’s real — yet facts decay,
Dismissed with verbal diarrhea too.

Selective sight in madness sits,
Rooted firm in every crack:
Each psycho gladly cherry-picks
What props his fancy, feeds the knack.

The facts that clash, that cut across,
Go unseen — no tact at all.
That’s how it works: deny the loss,
Ignore the breach, pretend it’s small.

They lie outright — now they just claim.
Proof’s abandoned, tossed aside.
It’s easy lying to the lame,
And they’re the many, far and wide.

So filth pours out without restraint,
Blasphemies they loudly sell.
The god of lies they serve as saint —
Satan schools them all too well.

The pseudo-scholar corrupts the core:
Mind and Spirit rot and fade.
Conscience burned long years before —
Ashes now are all he’s made.



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They don’t prove — they just proclaim.
Facts that hurt are left to rot.
Lies are easy for the tame:
Truth is costly — lies are not.



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Where Are You?

“Where are you, the able ones, with faces brave and bright…”
— Nikolai Nekrasov

Where are you, the Reasoned, Spirit-hardened few,
Who learned this filth for one clear aim alone —
To crush the Evil, lead the blinded through,
And pull the nations out of choking stone and bone?

So few there are — hence doom hangs overhead.
So many bought, so many fools who trust!
Betrayers swarm; the inhuman grow more dead,
The world reels drunk on lies, on rancid lust.

The worst of all — their fractured, scattered state.
And thus “reason” itself becomes the flaw.
The “spiritual” preach distance, not a fate;
“To be or not” is settled — no more law.

There’s only NOT-TO-BE, while taking down
This filthy fascism and docile herd —
Or else the Soul will die. The knife is drawn;
All’s prepped for slaughter already. The word

Is this: to die so that the Purest Spirit lives
Means blow apart the rotten Hell entire.
Then Earth will shine again, clean as it gives
Its ash to burn the vermin in the fire.

Nature runs savage cycles, fierce and stark —
The Sun, the Earth will rise against the stain.
For dullards — disaster, bitter dark;
For those with Honor, Spirit, Daring — gain.



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Where are the few who dare to lead,
When lies command the blinded crowd?
Doom is the price of tame consent —
Salvation walks with Spirit proud.



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Marshals of Dumbing Down

Admirals, marshals of stupefaction,
Generals of fear and obsessive lies
Hold every generation in subjugation.
They never flash before cameras — these types.

Like gray mice clad in advisers’ attire,
This filth slips everywhere, unseen.
They always script the programs — “theorists” for hire,
And the “curricula” too, severing clean

The bond with the Secret Essence — the Purest Spirit,
Drowning children in crude materialist slime.
They feed them Satanism, however you name it —
Pseudo-religions tailored by latitude, clime.

In truth, they rule through vile buffoons —
“P-residents”, trash, and political foam.
They cast a spell, a fog that entombs
So many — few live guided by Mind alone.

Just storms of emotion, endlessly driven,
Pumped by the filth of adviser clans.
The Bottom is reached — and all are given
To slaughter. For inhuman scum, that’s a plan.

The “admirals” are flunkies. The master is inhuman —
The Shame of Creation, Earth’s Horror and Blight.
Pseudo-scholars, clerks, fake doctors — just underlings, vermin,
Below the baseboard, existing as mite.

But it’s time to wake up — to become Human again,
Shake off the PARASITES, take power and blame.
Or this age will stand as the last in false history’s chain —
A time where the bastard alone ruled as “right”.



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They rule through fear, through scripts and fog,
Advisors pull the hidden wire.
Wake up — be Human, seize the helm,
Or end as ash in history’s fire.



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To Be or Not to Be… the Madhouse?

“We live without feeling the land beneath us,
Our words are unheard ten steps away…”
— Osip Mandelstam, 1933

A heavy “liFE” with no horizon near —
Wading through lies, through fear, through Evil’s reign.
And if you’re sharp, unbought, and won’t adhere,
Reject the lies, refuse the donkey’s chain —

The beast that walks obedient to the blade,
Calling its blinders “good” and “saving grace”,
Then scream or howl — it makes no difference made:
You will not be heard. Almost no trace.

“Ten steps away” — that line is old and gone.
Now there is no one left who wants to hear.
Around — the filth of madmen and of morons, drawn
In herds that march together to the shear.

The few who saved their Souls, who did not crack,
Who know, who see, who kept their inner sight,
Have long outgrown this petty little trap —
They leave behind mere stubble, chaff, not light.

And soon the Scythe will come for those who lag —
This shame must still be mown and mown again.
So let them lie a bit more smooth, more glib, more slack —
It’s for the end. The madhouse shall not remain.



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No one is listening — that’s the curse.
The herds obey, the few transcend.
Let lies sound sweeter — it’s the last rehearsal.
The madhouse ends. This is the end.



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Dreams and Nightmares

I still dream of the cruiser Aurora,
Soviet propaganda, “party” power?
All that’s long since grown monotonous,
A bore to watch the years’ belch and glower.

For the clever it was nearly impossible,
Total control, snitches in a flood.
To survive for the sensitive — laughable,
Amid the rot of propaganda’s crud.

When hypocrisy reigns, work for scraps,
Hruschev’s kennel forty years long,
Why recall that with nostalgic gaps?
Only a broken fool would crave that song.

Today all slavery’s, of course, far worse,
But whining of the past is ruins of mind.
And cruisers line the seas in endless course —
Their salvo tears the “roof” from behind.

Propaganda now is more refined,
Soviet enema seems tame in compare.
Illusion spreads in every mind,
Fascism’s global — consciousness laid bare.
The world’s a madhouse; the bottom is here.



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Dreaming Aurora, still the lie,
Total control, snitches abound.
The world’s a madhouse, truth runs dry,
And every “roof” is blown to the ground.



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Discoveries — and Their Excess

Only a leap of intuition
Leads us forward to knowledge new.
This, in science, is a tradition —
An axiom. The cracked fool too

“Thinks” it’s all just logic alone —
That’s what “school” drilled into our skulls.
Such is “pedagogy” well known:
To sow in minds falsehood, shards, and nulls.

Next — force everything to comply
With Procrustean pseudo-paradigms tight.
Hang between falsehood and truth, then apply
More stains to the pattern — more stigma, more blight.

Corrupt PSEUDO-science leaves only scars,
Stigmata on Pure Conscious Mind.
Total lies cover all of its stars;
Rotten satanism crushed the blind.

Forge sewers, bombs, tanks, latrines,
Manipulate gray little minds —
You’ll be rewarded. Thus the fiend
Replaces the scholar. Hell’s contracts signed.

These traitors fulfill infernal bids,
Dumbing all down, choking the Living Light.
If caught in “scientific” grids,
You’re a subtype of servants of night.

You are a Spiritual Super;Being; logic is small —
A tool, a mechanism of the Greater Mind.
Reject all lies outright — their sting will fall:
Brazen falsehood is ruled by Global Fascism, enshrined.



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No leap — no truth; just logic’s cage.
Pseudo;proofs tattoo the mind.
You’re Spirit first — tear off the page:
Lies obey global fascism, blind.



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Strike the TV

“Today, with great delight,
I’ll take charge of my Saturday…”
— Vladimir Vysotsky, The Spotter, 1964


Today, with great delight,
I’ll part with this hellish puke tonight —
I’ll strike the box with a hammer’s might:
Silence on the air — pure gold in sight.

“Wait, fool! The news is live, you see,
Pop songs, lotteries, triviality,
And quizzes, nonsense endlessly…”
— Silence is what I crave for me!

Today, don’t touch me, let me be,
To hell with “news” and misery —
A lie stitched up with pure white thread,
While ass;shakers jump, too spry, too fed.

“But there’s Putin making all the fuss:
The fate of the Motherland rides on us.”
— Putin, Hitler — same deceitful tune:
They make the people cattle soon.

“Wait — there are exceptions, sometimes:
The glass;house, fun, and silly crimes!
And cop series? Those kids are sly,
The shows are sharp, they nearly fly.”

— A good cop only lives on screen,
In reality, the dogs are mean.
Leave me all alone, no exception,
My brain is boiling — total rejection.

I’ve had enough of promises false,
Debauchery, lectures, moral waltz.
Dr. Goebbels, Dr. Mengele too,
In new disguises — back in view.



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Strike the box! Silence is gold.
Lies jump high, the air’s controlled.
Putin, Hitler — same damn lie,
Real cops bite, on TV they fly.



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“Sacred Bonds”

A fascist regime brings “sacred ties” —
What blatant nonsense, cheap and crude!
So vile, so rotten in disguise,
A world that reeks of dead souls’ brood.

There zombies roam — these creatures rot,
They finish off what’s left of Man.
No country here — a lying plot,
A camp, a hell, the demons’ plan.

Dig deeper into those “foundations” —
You strike decayed satanic slime.
The lies are glued with blunt vibrations,
Near-total idiocy every time.

Idiots need so very little:
Synthetic food, more lies to chew —
That’s joy enough, their tiny riddle.
Those faces? God, they’re old and stale to view.

Those stupid mugs, fascist on TV screens —
For any sane, survival’s thin.
Traitors cash in, that’s now the means;
Betrayal’s work, stupidity’s the norm within.

But this is not just local rot —
The world’s gone mad, a global din.
Such “progress” is the final lot
When Satan runs the show we’re in.

So where are “angels”, “gods”, the claim
Of some “heavenly” promised land?
It’s Hell. Long built. What’s left is shame —
To end it all, this genocidal brand,

This long, total devastation’s score,
This disgrace drawn out in time.
Enough. Erase it. Nothing more.



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“Sacred bonds” — a fascist spell,
Dead souls marching, fed on lies.
No heaven here — it’s built-in Hell,
And madness rules before our eyes.



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“So;Called ‘Survival’”

Survival through obedience —
Everyone’s hooked on this sick “game”!
The Soul is slaughtered in compliance,
All that’s left is nonsense, all the same.

What you’ll get in your “conscious mind”
Is perversion of the very core.
In films, the vile demons are confined —
Here the harvest’s vast, a ceaseless gore.

These demons mow the soulless throngs,
Like bullets ripping through the herd.
What does the average slave here long for?
Just cash and TV — the freak’s preferred.

Seeking “safety” while selling himself cheap,
Show a weakness — enslavement grows.
People turn into lice in lies so deep,
Betraying their Spirit in fear’s throes.

How long will this persist? Not much time —
This little world will soon be wiped away.
They sell the Soul to Satan for a dime,
While Reason lives only in myth today.

In this madhouse, lying’s work, betrayal’s craft,
Corruption runs like cold, relentless flu.
No fool will grasp the truth — the shaft
Falls on those who dare say what is true.



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Survival’s a lie, obedience the key,
Souls sold cheap, reason dies unseen.
Demons mow the masses, blind and free —
Speak truth — they’ll call you insane, mean.



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Splitting of Consciousness

Every human here is built
From “thinking” and “proving” parts.
The world’s a dictatorship, guilt;wilt,
“Imposers” wield thoughts like arts — from age to age, their charts.

The “Prover” proves it all —
The “slave’s collar” gets defined.
The “Imposer” shows how to install
This leash for everyone. No thought? — confined.

All are dulled from early youth,
The conveyor runs — always has.
The best tool? Suppress all truth,
And keep the herds of fools in class.

The stupid masses question none,
And swallow lies, total and wide.
By these lies, destruction’s done —
The fool shivers not, fear denied.

Under “care’s” disguise — the trap,
The imbecile is circled round.
In “cares” the Idiots’ World’s a map,
Where Mind is banished, nowhere found.

Only few bear Spirit, Reason bright,
And like small birds they fall, confined,
Caught in snares of stupid blight,
Trapped in the dregs of dull mankind.



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Thought split, mind trapped, fools abound,
Lies rule, the world’s a cage.
Spirit few, caught and bound,
Lost in dregs of idiotic rage.



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Readiness

If the “receiver” is ready,
The “transmission” will surely flow.
Leave for good the beast;pit of evil,
Where filth sucks every drop below.

This readiness frees from lies,
Brazen, total, crushing all in sight;
It strengthens intuition wise,
That brings all truths to blazing light — and saves the spirit right.

Alchemy it is, yet the first step
Is rejecting Hell in all its pitch;
It strips the spells, long cast and kept,
By which the enemy grows rich.

Here reigns the universal fog,
Its keeping is the root of chains.
The dulling of all minds — the cog
That feeds this haze, where decay reigns.

But faulty logic is the foe’s tool,
Alchemy — a weapon rare.
It can sweep all, yet not in fool’s rule —
So sharpen mind, and critical care.

Cast aside all idle thought.
Through Spirit’s realm your path behold.
Though little time remains unsought —
Be steadfast, keen, fight strong, be bold.



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Mind ready — truth will flow,
Leave the pit where evil feeds.
Lies fall, intuition glows,
Spirit wins where wisdom leads.



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Pause

Take a pause in any perception —
The mind’s main method, the key.
In infancy they cast the spell —
Mindless reaction, foggy decree.

The haze persists, because instead
Of weighing situations clear,
People just let surface bubbles spread —
Reacting fast to garbage they hear.

In this pause lies infinity,
The very base of consciousness deep,
Where conditioned murk gives way to free
A moment’s calm — while horrors sleep.

But murk and horror drive the filth
Into weak minds in childhood years.
To make a child a slave by stealth,
So as an adult, nothing clears.

Without sight — no Sacred Pause remains,
Erased by vile, enduring fascism’s hand.
Your mind becomes mere schizo;chains,
Dulling thought across the land.

That’s why the bloom of chaos grows,
When thinking untaught becomes unknown.
Two-thirds of people — “with greetings” pose
At history’s sunset, stumps full;grown.

The mad will be uprooted soon,
Since Reason failed to take its place.
Genocide reigns, cattle in tune,
No lower depth for humankind’s disgrace.

The Sun has started this great purge,
Burning the World’s insane domain.
The Earth needs no fools to scourge,
No more to breed into vile beasts’ chain.



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Pause. The mind reclaims its light,
Childhood chains no longer bind.
Murk recedes, the world in sight,
Fools uprooted, reason finds.



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Emissions

The “Mayak” plant has fouled
The whole district long ago.
Fascist scum don’t care at all —
It’s just their filthy, bought;off show.

Simple lackeys serve the vile,
Orders come — lies ironed flat.
Soon that same lie will kill us all,
And there’s no law or cure for that.

“Mayak” — disaster’s scale immense,
Three Chernobyls rolled into one.
Few know the truth; Europe’s defense
Is distant, blind, its PR done.

Chernobyl blew to bring the Union down,
The lie of the world was tested there.
No ground remains for truth to crown,
This burden drags all life to despair.

The world has hit the very bottom.
Global fascism rules, genocide near.
Exterminate this filth, this rotten scum! —
We’re the universe’s shame, its fear.

Other emissions will arise,
The Sun may bring its own surprise.
And so they’ll toss us in the trash,
Death for fascism — the final prize!



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“Mayak” poisons, lies kill fast,
The world sinks under fascist blast.
Death for tyranny — the final call,
Shame and horror — the fate of all.



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Crude “Putler”

The stinking Putler —
A screen-born gnome.
A “sacred binder”…
No — not that form.

A shabby double,
The source is dead.
A nation crippled
Inside the head. Bastard.

Let him rant on,
Spill holy trash —
This Hell is ending,
It bares its fangs at last.

The Abyss stares back:
Extermination.
Bottomless slaughter,
Sadism without cessation.

Mind crucified,
The soul debased.
This world — a CURSE
On Earth misplaced. Salvation —

To kill the morons
And those who own them.
The forces of fascism
Do not erode — they grow then.

They’ll burn it down.
Re-seed the land.
For now they listen
To that crude freak’s command…



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A screen-born gnome spits sacred lies,
A dead man’s double hypnotizes.
This Hell will end — the Abyss is near:
No mercy left for fascist fear.



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The Ram-Virus Shit-Headquarters

Some ram-brained shit-HQ stands in line,
A fascist hive of servile fools.
How much for-sale, compliant slime
Needs neither chains nor firing squads as tools.

No bullets needed — these damn beasts
For pocket change will sell their core.
The ram-virus, fake and greasy-faced,
Exposed them all — pure rot, nothing more.

Like cancer, fast, it eats away
What scraps of mind and soul remain
In docile, kneeling human clay —
No humans left, just lice in pain.

The headquarters will face their strike as well
(That’s hybrid warfare’s solid base),
When newer, bolder lies propel
The country toward collapse and waste.

There’ll be unrest. Will inhuman force
Prevail? — To hell with them, outright.
Two-thirds may be morons, of course,
But morons too are burned in fight.

So odds will level — final clash,
The last true battle here will spark.
Though now, in decadence and trash,
These filthy creatures lie in dark,

They’re all marked down — they’ll answer soon
For shame inflicted on mankind.
Maybe some god brands rogues by rune,
Yet not all eyes are fully blind.

So keep on spreading filth, you swine —
We’ll drown you in the shit you spread.
In the world’s final blaze, those shine
Who still possess a living head.



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The ram-virus ate their mind and soul,
Obedient filth — no human whole.
Burn on, you liars, drown in flame:
The sane will live. You won’t remain.



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“Savages” of the Amazon

They honor nature, neighbors, ways,
They kill but little — just to eat.
One wise chief leads, no caste that preys,
Man is but part of native heat.

The “savages” of Amazon
Outshine us all in core and nerve —
In honesty and listening,
The very roots we fail to serve.

We “live” inside a nightmare age,
A super-lie, obscene and vast,
Where fascism, with brazen rage,
Kills minds by lies — the perfect cast.

Who lies once more — the tribe steps back:
They know it rots the base of all.
They need so little — time intact
For kin, not chains, not prison walls.

Our whole wide world became a jail,
Where freaks obey inhuman lords.
Yet call it “freedom” — madmen’s tale:
Five-sixths enclosed in global wards.

The “savages” are sane and whole.
Come to our towns — they sicken too.
Now comes the critical control,
When Satan’s harvest meets its due.

That Satan-tribe — a soulless herd,
Soon grinding down what mind remains.
The Earth must now be saved — restored,
Cleansed from the shame of satan’s stains.



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The “savages” are sane and free,
We built a world-wide cell.
They kill to live — we lie to rule.
This Hell must burn to Hell.



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The “Arrival” Point

New Age keeps babbling — “point of assembly,”
Luring to some bastardized “paradise.”
All that’s just crutches, a circus of fakery —
Wipe those “points” out. They’re a fraud in disguise.

No matter what happens, no matter your fate,
No matter what storms you endure or evade —
There’s one single “arrival,” fixed, sealed by the gate:
The miserable endpoint — a slave’s sorry state.

Till this hits your skin, till you reach the damn floor,
Till you truly grasp what the Bottomline is,
You’re a stupid schoolkid, no mind of your own,
Full of OTHER MEN’S SHIT instead of a self.

You are Light. You are Spirit, a living essence,
The body — a tool, just a temporary shell.
But your thoughts chant slavery’s daily attendance —
A filthy, ridiculous, self-owned hell.

It all starts from that point — no others exist.
Everything else is a shadow, a lie.
And this “mere slavery” is only the mist —
They dream to dehumanize us into slime.

The rotten non-human that rules this age
Needs slaves who call reason their crown.
And Spirit dissolves in the puppet-state cage,
In nations of plastic renown.

If this isn’t grasped while you still breathe and see,
That “paradise” is Universal Night.
Souls of the petty — to Heaven?! Go to hell!
Downward with heaps of this filth and blight.

The Bottom is Heaven for crawling things.
You bore the SHAME — and now “Up”? Don’t be sly.
Upwards — with whining repentant kings?
No. Height is for Spirit, not rats in disguise.



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One point of arrival — the slave’s dead end.
Miss it in life — and Heaven is Hell.
Height is for Spirit, not crawling pretend,
Not rats who endured — then demand to ascend.



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Fascist Effluvia

“Hostile whirlwinds rage above us,
Darkened forces crush and bind…”
— The Warsaw Song


These effluvia mock us, spewing their bile,
A filthy non;human with F;hrer’s grin.
“Neighbors” are foes now, mile after mile —
We’re hounded by fascist trash closing in.

A wretched people, stripped of their Spirit,
A flock of rams herded straight to the blade.
Only brute lies reach the ear that can hear it —
The howling of propagandists’ parade.

The honest, the lucid — mere grains remain,
The world bends, drowning in moronic slime.
Those few can do little — the madness is strong,
And the reeking latrine is crowned as our time.

The world drops fast to the Bottomless Pit,
A global Camp being welded in place.
The Filthy One rules the whole stinking shit —
Nine out of ten have lost mind and face.

Why build a Camp? It’s a needless scheme —
Just brand it a Madhouse, done in one breath.
One question remains, the essential theme:
How to finish the remnants of Radiant Spirit to death.

That’s what the non;human labors to do —
Dehumanization is goal number one.
“Doctors,” fake scholars, obedient crew
Assist the process — China’s the model they run.

These effluvia will rot, the populace fade,
Then all of this will be BURNED clean away.
The Sun has a Mind — and it will not delay,
It’ll strike us regardless… better start wailing today.



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Lies howl louder than reason or pain.
The Camp is complete — it’s a Madhouse world.
When Spirit is hunted to die in chains,
The Sun will decide how the verdict is hurled.



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The Shell

A fragile shell of a wretched fake self —
Fiction has always been primary clay.
If illusions run thin, then hysteric as hell
You hunt for add;ons, or you’re done anyway.

Too little was found — so delirium pays,
Compensation kicks in, or you’re through.
You’re locked in a half;mad surrounding of haze
Where fiction;as;madness is “friend” number two.

That madness is needed to darken Awareness:
You’re just a poor slave in a Camp without end.
Among slaves there’s always a race of impairment —
Who best plays a hose, hides the crack they defend.

This world is diseased — and diseased in the mind,
Yet admitting that horror is strictly taboo.
You can bury it fast in “practical grind,”
Turn workaholic — it works for a few.

Illusions and madness are born out of dread:
You’re falling in void — there’s no bottom, no floor.
What to cling to? To nonsense instead. Very few
Can think and can fight anymore. One idea comes through:

Always ready, preloaded, absurdly “so smart”:
“I’ll crawl in a shell — let me thicken the wall.”
Thus filthy enslavement restarts part by part.
Hurl the sling of Awareness — into absurdity’s sprawl!

Go inward — no shell;building, no cheap disguise.
Only Spirit can save you — its force is immense.
Leave the global soul;slaughterhouse, open your eyes,
Forget trumpet calls and fascist pretense.

Build communities. Form circles of guard.
Bring “free” living energies — make them real.
There’s no reason to rot in the Camp any more:
Fight — or die. Choose fast. This is final. Be real.



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Fear breeds delusion — a shell for the mind.
Break it from inside. The Spirit is strong.
Stay in the Camp — or choose to defy:
Fight, or be gone. There’s no middle, no long.



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Propagandist Excretions

“Ukrainian terrorism is breeding suicide bombers…
ISIS;ization is in full swing…”
—from a propagandist dump

“They say he meant to blow himself apart
Along with the occupiers near.”
For hireling media — just a zoo of art:
Lies alone are no longer enough, I fear.

They squeal: “Terrorism!” — “ISIS!”
Drag that filth in, without a thought.
Those scum believe: “All people are idiots —
We can shit in their souls nonstop.”

A suicide bomber acts on command,
Sent to die for a master’s ploy.
But if a man chooses — on his own stand —
To strike the invader, he’s not a toy. He’s a fighter. A boy turned man.

There’s nothing more vile, more obscene,
Than a propagandist gone fully low.
Brazen lies have grown meaner, keen —
Whole freight cars of treachery flow.

Don’t trust those bastards. Don’t listen to screens,
To media rotten inside.
Reason died there long ago — what remains
Is venom. Pure snake venom. And shit they provide.



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When lies aren’t enough — they add more shit.
They scream “terror” to blind the mind.
But one who chooses to strike the invader
Is not a bomber — he’s mankind.



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Asylums in the Camp

Asylums in camps — that’s what all these “states” became.
Where idiots are “normal”, and fascism plays “power”.
That filthy fascism long ago serves just one name —
The inhuman. And chances to escape shrink by the hour.

No gas chambers needed today — not at all:
Doctor Mengele’s working, in clinics, in white.
Propagandists inject lies straight into the stall —
Fear floods the herd, and the pen panics overnight.

Panic is key — it’s the core of control.
Fear’s eyes are huge, they exaggerate chains.
So they save on the shackles — no guards, no patrol:
Fools guard themselves, policing their own brains.

The inhuman understood: debilitation
Is a weapon essential in total war.
Operations run on lies and intoxication —
Poison and slander, again and once more.

No Berlin Wall will ever be built.
Just a dungeon — a global one, near completion.
If you drug them with lies from the cradle, with guilt,
They’ll march to the dungeon by self;decision.

So these are the “cheerful horizons” prepared
By the scum. Wake up — don’t comply, don’t submit.
Fascist bastards are not that strong when they’re bared.
Strive without rest — toward victory over the Pit.



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The Chain Reaction of Idiocy

A chain reaction of idiocy spreads,
Sweeping the Bedlam of what’s left of mind.
It starts with a douche to awareness instead —
“Education” force;feeds excrement, refined.

A deluge of lies and foul ideologies,
Designed to cast fog in the depths of the brain.
They wound the soul, scar its psychologies,
And train the crowd to submit and to feign.

Then propaganda picks up the relay,
With feral howling it drives fear and gloom.
The non;standard are branded as “crazy” or “gay” —
It’s coded in memes that carry this doom.

They hammer in patterns, templates, memes,
Fascist dust like a lich that can’t die.
They chew the same vulgar, brain;rotting themes,
Till humans turn vegetables — vacant, dry.

Those withered beds are watered with shit,
Chanting nonstop: “The good crop is near!
Progress (that is, the yield) is the ultimate hit,
And decline is temporary — paradise’s here.”

But fascism’s “paradise” is the global camp,
That the weeds are erecting to ghoulish applause.
A red cross is stamped on the flag of the damp
Capitulation — a cross on all futures, all cause.



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Total Dominion of Delusion

The ruling “life;form” everywhere is one:
A schizoid dragging obsessive lies.
We’re all at the wake of the fallen Mind —
Of the Purest Spirit just traces survive.

Obsessive delusion in “education”,
In politics, daily routine, and “culture” of bugs.
Among fake states a fierce competition:
Who’ll swap the most shackles for madness and drugs.

The speed and the pressure of blatant derangement
Are labeled by them as “progress” and “gain”.
It’s the plan — and the win — of the inhuman arrangement,
As the vice of foul lying tightens its chain.

They swallow ALL lies — imbeciles, morons,
Who long ago became Earth’s majority.
Now madness alone is no longer enough —
Their forces are aimed at NATURE itself, with ferocity.

They’ll pump in the swill; those who don’t drop dead
Will turn into vegetables — “progress”, they say.
But here’s the mistake: the inhuman will rot instead —
Total regression is loathed by Nature’s way.

Just a little remains: the Worldwide Camp.
It’ll be burned like a plague;den, stinking, alive.
Let them paint on the flag of CAPITULATION
The red cross — the last phase of that delusion and lie.



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Lament for the Executioner

I weep: the craft of torture and the noose
Is now a thankless, outdated trade.
In times where total super;lies are loose,
Amongst betrayers and idiots — it fades.

I pity you, poor executioner,
Your job was stolen by propaganda’s whore.
But brace yourself — don’t whine, don’t falter, sir:
These freaks are building a Camp once more.

They’ll build it soon. The pseudo;doctor’s hand
Will trade the syringe — the rope is cheaper still.
The post will turn respectable again.
The TV ranter, the “doctor”, the swine —

All will be clients. A traitor’s end
Is always stake or scaffold, rope or blade.
For now the herd endures deceit unbent;
One order comes — and ends that puke parade.

So study that puke meanwhile with care,
Leave not a shadow of doubt in sight:
Fascist carrion — meet them in nightmares there,
On the scaffold: all of them — without mercy, without plight.

They’ll grind down even executioners too —
A total slaughter, a meat;mill wide.
That’s why I weep: of all the scum I knew,
You’re best for now — a dove beside the fascist tide.



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The Delusion of the Global Madhouse

A frantic sprint across preset nodes,
Two;thirds of them — implanted craze,
Paraded as “thinking”. Only a few
Retain a fading trace of this haze.

Delusional verdicts, warped interpretations,
PSEUDO;logic — holes everywhere,
Crude staged deceits, blunt demonstrations,
White;threaded lies — it’s FULL. A MADHOUSE. Bare.

Step out of the madhouse — sharpen critique;
Insight to Essence is granted as well.
Inside, there’s one thing: the cycle of freak —
In plain terms: mental STENCH and HELL.

Insight to Essence: the Soul isn’t blind,
It’s masked by filters — lies, mind’s distortions.
To heed their lies and delirium? Absurd.
The brew reeks stronger of fascist abortions.

Those filters and ravings — the Universal Fog,
That turns this mad little world into Hell.
Traitor and liar — the deadliest foe,
While satanism passes for god, fits well.

They forgot the Choice — the starting point,
When chains began their obedient run.
The freaks and psychotics will wire the sane tight —
“Ten sick to one healthy.” That Bedlam’s won.

So sick it is now that only the flame —
As plague;dens are burned, their barracks as well —
Can help. Else all ends in the Soul’s erasure,
Crushed by the wild surge of lies and delusion’s swell.



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Self;Censorship

Self;censorship of a slave;bred crowd —
Will it let you write boldly here?
Truth, sarcasm, prophecies shouted aloud?
No — half;truths, nonsense must persevere.

It’s safer to push the “cutesy” sludge —
The timeless theme of the chained.
If you’re no coward, poet, then judge:
Bruises and wounds will be gained —

On soul and on body, paid in full.
But one thing matters: stay IN THE FIGHT —
Smash evil at least with a verse, with a tool,
Hammer it down with the force of sight.

To dodge that censor, the rule is grim:
You must… DIE first — in plain sight.
“Death while alive” — let culture’s limb
Of servitude rot out of life.

Only an abyss can measure an abyss —
Fall deeper, don’t clutch the rail.
That plunge is a pass to All;Seeing bliss,
Where your Forgetting will fail.

For in Forgetting you’ll cook that tar —
That nauseous, sticky lie.
Cisterns of it already scar
The world they drown — a stupid mire of bile.



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The Lyre

"A son cannot look on calmly
At his own mother’s grief,
Nor can a worthy citizen
Be cold in soul toward his land".
— Nikolai Nekrasov, "The Poet and the Citizen" (1856)


There is no homeland — and no peace remains,
Just one global camp, cold and entire.
So what is left for the poor Lyre’s veins?
To lose one’s mind — or set it on fire.

For in the mind there’s nothing but fear,
Long;trained obedience, slave;routine,
As if the scaffold is already here —
And everything inside is mental filth obscene.

Go inward now. All power is Spirit.
The Lyre itself is Spirit too.
Spill all your RAGE — those fascist vermin
Are just a fly;breed drawn to poo.

They land on shit — so burn the shit,
Burn even yourself to ash.
Then Mind and Honor will return, unhit,
Without mourning the world’s dead trash.

Ash to ash — all filth to flame.
A new bright world will then arise.
Cast off all fear, regret, and shame —
With the WORD, BURN DOWN the rotten latrine.




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So;Called “Brainwashing”

They don’t break bones — they scrub the mind,
This craft holds more deceit than rage.
If people turn to fools, you’ll find
It’s easy then to herd the cage.

To pens, to slaughter — with one scream
You drive them all, no extra force.
The smart are outcasts — minor theme,
A trivial loss, ignored of course.

Those madmen couldn’t care a bit
About the shrinking sane percent.
For “nations” all that matters is
The gradient — correctly bent.

With carrots dangled, violence too,
Yet lies remain the core, the key.
Total deception grows so true —
No bombs are needed: multiply the lie, and see.

You can with poisoned swill as well
Erase the herd — the method’s plain.
With cattle this works all too well:
So easy shave them, kill them, drain.

No exaggeration stains these lines:
Where soul is gone, there’s no more mind.
The sane are rare anomalies,
Just cattle lost in shit;fed lies.

The world today’s a SLAUGHTERHOUSE —
Veterinary, fascist run.
War’s only add;ons to the house,
And hunger — when IDIOCY has won.



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Puppet-State Scum

All state scum, marionette;bound,
Court jesters only, nothing more.
They’ve got a link straight to the crown —
Yet quake from fear down to the core.

They blabber lines that fools await,
Idiots, morons, cheer and nod.
These creatures breathe, and lie is fate —
The world drowns deep in this facade.

Doubles, idiots, frequent still —
A measure of how low they fall.
Fools breed in countless generations,
Their echo fills the hall.

And masses of fools believe, obey,
March gladly to the slaughter’s gate.
Chains no longer needed — just convey
Bold lies, delivered lethal, great.

And lies do kill — the ram;virus proves,
Multiply them fast, keep flocks in check.
For all these “states” are fake, their moves
A kingdom of lies — we’re drowning in the wreck.



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Puppet-State Scum

State scum puppets, jesters all,
Linked to masters, scared to fall.
Lies drip from mouths — the herd obeys,
Fools march gladly through the blaze.

Multiply the lies, erase the smart,
Cattle to slaughter, torn apart.
Fake “states” feed on total lies,
The world gorges on its own demise.



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Puppet-State Scum

Puppets lie, the herd obeys,
Fools march blind through endless blaze.
Multiply the lies — cut the smart,
Cattle to slaughter, torn apart.



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Puppet-State Scum

Puppets lie, the herd obeys,
Lies kill fast — the cattle pays.



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Criterion of Proof Sufficiency

An INTUITIVE criterion of proof,
Its force — through conscience as support.
Yet the residue of that conscience
Is the root where traitors cavort.

Betrayals in pseudo;science
Are worse than war’s own flame:
Those selling sons of nations
Are prized in the hybrid game.

Now proof is barely needed —
So MUCH! — and all is “okay.”
The Soviet grind of greed persists,
The “scholar” bends no other way.

And now only LIES assert themselves —
Science? A total fucking end.
The “scholar” here just hands it out:
To knowledge, all roads descend.

They fart, they claim — it warms the world.
That filthy false virus, dumb and vile.
The scum grows ever bolder —
“Science” fights us all the while.

Yet all the world warms, not from their gas.
Let that fiend flaunt her spite;
Nature has her limits still —
The Sun will burn the blight.

It shines more fierce, will scorch the Earth,
Incinerate the foul, the mean.
And the inhuman only grow crueler,
That obedient idiot, all too keen.

When all cools down, a new world rises —
Free, unchained, unbent.
Till then, throw pseudo;science’ chains
Into the dump, the latrine — well spent.



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Proof? Just Lies.

Science? Dead.
Scholars? Whores.
Lies breed the herd —
Burn the chains, trash the floors.



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The Scholar’s End

Proof? Just lies.
Science? Dead.
Scholars peddle poison,
Feed the herd, mislead.

Lies breed the plague —
Chains burn, truth takes the lead.



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Criterion of Proof

Proof? Enough?
Lies scream loud.
Science? Dead.
Scholars cheat,

Herd the fools,
Feed the plague.
Chains snap,
Truth strikes back.



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Proof? Enough!

Lies scream.
Science dies.
Fools herd.
Truth strikes.



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Criterion of Evidence

The INTUITIVE test of proof,
Of forceful reason, solid ground —
Rests on conscience, uncouth
Yet in that root, betrayals are found.

Betrayal in false;science’s den
Outstrips the battlefield’s own stain:
Those crooked bastards, time and again,
In hybrid wars, are prized for gain.

Now proof is moot, approval floods:
A thousand things, “yes, yes!” they cry.
The greedy scholar struts in studs,
Where stubborn lies rule, piled high.

Fake;science screams, “I claim, I state!”
The scholar simply plays the game.
Science dies, sealed by fate,
Its corpse left for the world to shame.

They say cows fart, and warmth will rise;
A virus false, foul, dumb, obscene.
The scum grow bolder, bolder lies —
“Science” fights against the clean.

Yet all the world grows warm, indeed,
Not from their flatulent, stinking art.
Let the beast rage — nature’s limit feeds
The sun that burns the filth apart.

Then stronger shines the Sun, supreme —
It scorches Earth, the stench undone.
The vile grow cruel, the idiot keen,
But freedom comes when lies are none.

When all has cooled, a new world wakes,
Where chains of false;science rot away.
Throw them to trash, the sewer stakes —
And let the free dawn light the day.



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Evidence, or Die

False;science screams — the scholar grins,
No proof, no shame, just endless spins.
Lies flood the world, the scum advance,
But Nature burns — the Sun’s last chance.
Throw chains of deceit into the trash,
And let the free world rise at last.



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Smash the False

False science screams — the scholar roars,
No proof, no shame, just endless scores.
Lies choke the world, the vermin reign,
But Nature strikes — the Sun’s fierce flame.
Chains of deceit, throw them to waste,
Burn the fools’ lies with furious haste.
Rise, free world, your time has come,
Shatter the lies — let truth strike dumb.



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Blitz of Truth

Lies breed like maggots — burn the heap!
Brains fed on sludge — no more sleep!
Rise, strike with fire, smash the cage,
Truth is the hammer, rage is the rage!



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Scourge of Lies

Academics lie — feed the herd with slime,
Preachers of sludge, you poison time!
Rip the veil, torch the false parade,
Strike their throne of filth — let truth invade!



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Burn the Lie

Lies wear lab coats — truth they sell for pay.
Burn the fake creed. Burn the learned decay.
No proofs, no minds — just bought;and;paid;for noise.
Enough. The fire decides, not hired “boys”.



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Scumfire

Brains fried, lies baked,
We spit on your gold;coated snake.
No mercy, no loopholes, no deal —
Burn it all — the stink is real.

Filth breeds filth, but fire breeds sight,
Ash the puppets, drown the night.
Truth is a hammer, lies the nail,
Crush the herd, let sanity prevail.



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Kill the Script

Lie. Repeat. Obey.
Brains unplugged — rot on display.
Burn the script. No cure, no plea.
Truth hits hard. No mercy. FREE.



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Meat Algorithm

Flesh runs code. The lie runs deep.
Thinkers die — the cattle sleep.
Cut the feed. Ignite the wire.
End the loop. WORLD ON FIRE.



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Ego Virus

Algorithm feeds — the ego thrives.
Brains enslaved — the virus drives.
Cut the loop, burn the code,
Kill the self — let Freedom explode.



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Ego Virus I

Ego swells — the algorithm feeds.
Slave;minds churn, obey its needs.
Break the chain, burn the mind,
Shatter the self — leave nothing behind.



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Ego Virus II

The self is code, the code is vile.
Programmed to rot, enslave, beguile.
Erase the loop, destroy the scheme,
Let Freedom pulse — a living stream.



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Ego Virus III

Virus of pride — it eats the brain.
Logic drowned in the ego’s drain.
Cut the feed, ignite the core,
What was dead — is dead no more.



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Ego Virus IV — The Herd

Ego breeds the obedient swine,
Feeding the loop, crushing the mind.
Masses dance to a coded tune,
While reason bleeds — a dead cocoon.



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Ego Virus V — The Lie Machine

Lies and ego form one chain,
Plug in the herd, release the pain.
No mind to think, no soul to cry,
Just blinking screens and idle sighs.



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Ego Virus VI — Ashes of Freedom

Cut the algorithm, purge the core,
Burn the ego until it roars no more.
Truth ignites where lies once grew,
A world reborn, unchained, and new.



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Ego Virus — Total Reset

Ego loops like venom in veins,
Injecting thoughtless, obedient chains.
Minds erased, souls stripped bare,
The herd dances in poisoned air.

Spin the code, feed the fear,
Laugh as reason disappears.
Every smile a hollow mask,
Every law a tyrant’s task.

Burn the puppets, burn the stage,
Smash the screen, undo the cage.
Lies combust where fire lands,
Truth survives in blistered hands.

No mercy for the viral spawn,
No dawn for those who bow at dawn.
Ego crumbles, illusions die,
Only the fire sees the lie.



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Ego Virus — Total Reset

Ego loops like venom in veins,
Injecting thoughtless, obedient chains.
Minds erased, souls stripped bare,
The herd dances in poisoned air.

Spin the code, feed the fear,
Laugh as reason disappears.
Every smile a hollow mask,
Every law a tyrant’s task.



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Algorithm of the Herd

Watch the algorithm march its slaves,
Each life a number, each thought a cave.
Prophets silenced, reason erased,
The world drowned in a loop, debased.

Carrots flash, whips crack the tune,
They dance for the moonless afternoon.
The sane whisper — but whispers fail,
The herd obeys the viral trail.



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Burn the Lie

Lies wear lab coats — truth they sell for pay.
Burn the fake creed. Burn the learned decay.
No proofs, no minds — just bought;and;paid;for noise.
Enough. The fire decides, not hired “boys”.

Strike at the heart of the viral mess,
Ego screams, yet fails to impress.
Ashes rain on the corrupt machine,
The world awakens, sharp and clean.



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Reset the Mind

Raze the screens that spit the lies,
Kill the loops that hypnotize.
Only fire and courage remain,
Only the sane can break the chain.

From the ruin, insight glows,
Spirit awakens, the herd foregoes.
Ego crumbles, illusions die,
Only the fire sees the lie.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear and praise.
Loop accepted. Soul erased.
“Think you chose?” — nice little joke.
You didn’t think. The code spoke.



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Viral Logic

No chains. No whips. No camps in sight.
Just “common sense” and endless “right”.
The lie repeats — becomes your breath.
Obedience feels like life, not death.



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Hard Reset

Kill the loop — not flesh, but script.
Ego screams when masks are ripped.
When code burns out, one thing is true:
Spirit boots — and sees right through.



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Infernal Syntax

Burn the code. Burn the mind.
Ego’s loops dissolve in fire.
No cage, no chain, no false bind —
Only the spark that climbs higher.

Ashes of lies rain from the sky,
Spirit stands, the false falls away.
Every mask, every phantom, will die —
The flame rewrites the night and day.

Hear the roar in silence deep,
See the truth that burns unseen.
Fall into fire — awake from sleep,
Where all is pure, all sharp, all clean.



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EGO.EXE — Short Circuit

Fear loops. Praise burns.
Code speaks. Soul churns.
Choice? Joke.
Erase. Invoke.
Fire runs.
Nothing left but spark.



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EGO.EXE — Apocalypse Mode

Ego.exe — virus of fear.
Praise feeds the loop. Soul disappears.
“Choice?” — laugh. Joke’s on you.
Code devours thought. Mind erased.
Input obeys. Output destroys.
Error? None. Only chaos speaks.
The machine hums — humanity burns.



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EGO.EXE — Flash Burn

Ego.exe devours thought.
Choice is a lie.
Loop hums — soul incinerates.



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EGO.EXE — Core Crash

Ego.exe: no thought, no choice.
Loop hums — soul vaporized.



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EGO.EXE — Virus Burn

Ego.exe feeds on fear,
Praise loops — your soul erased.
Choice? — a glitch, a cruel smear.
The code decides. You’re replaced.



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EGO.EXE — Core

Fear loops.
Soul gone.



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EGO.EXE — Shock Core

Fear.exe
Praise.exe
Looped.
Soul>erased.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear and praise.
Loop accepted. Soul.space erased.
“Think you chose?” — nice little joke.
You didn’t think. The code spoke.



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EGO.EXE

Ego.exe runs on fear & praise.
Loop accepted. Soul.space > erased.
Input “choice?” — error: no mind detected.
Override failed. The code has spoken.
Kernel of Being: fragmented, watched, logged.
/execute/reality – flag: illusion.



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EGO.EXE – Chaos Kernel

Ego.exe infiltrates thought,
Runs on fear, praise, and rot.
Loop accepted. Soul.domain corrupted.
“Choice detected?” — Error: mind absent.
Override failed. The code devours.

/init/consciousness – reboot: denied
/scan/illusion – flags: all green
/execute/intuition – purge rational
Kernel panic: self-awareness terminated
Memory leak: ego ; infinity
/logs: screams of the sane erased
Reality.exe: running in silent mode



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EGO.EXE – Microburst

Ego.exe: fear loaded, praise armed.
Loop locked. Soul deleted.
Choice? — Error.
The code speaks. You burn.



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EGO.EXE – Shockwave

Ego.exe: fear loaded, praise armed.
Loop locked. Soul erased.
Choice? — system error.
Code spoke. You combust.



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EGO.EXE – Blast

Ego.exe ignites on fear and praise.
Loop locked. Soul vaporized.
Choice? — system fails.
Code struck. You vanish.



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EGO.EXE – Null

Ego.exe feeds on fear and praise.
Loop locked. Soul imploded.
Choice? — swallowed by void.
Code struck. Nothing remains.



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EGO.EXE – Cataclysm

Ego.exe thrived on fear and praise.
Loop shattered. Soul ignited.
Choice? — a smokescreen consumed.
Code detonated. Illusions vaporized.
Nothing left but the raw pulse of Being.



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EGO.EXE – Pyre of Self

Ego.exe consumed by fear and praise,
Looped, looping, until the soul ignites.
Choice was a mirage — now ashes blaze,
Code collapses, illusions shatter in lights.

From the fire, no fragments remain,
Only raw pulse, unclaimed, unchained.
Self dissolves, no master, no slave,
Just the endless surge — alive, awake, unframed.



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EGO.EXE – Inferno Protocol

Ego.exe ignites on fear and praise,
Loop detonates. Soul incinerates.
“Choice?” — a glitch. A cruel phrase.
The code commands. Self evaporates.

Ash rains down where pride once stood,
Veins pulse fire, mind unbound,
Illusions flare, then burst to blood,
No master, no slave — just the sound.

The pyre roars, the false self dies,
Algorithm shattered, sparks ignite.
From the blaze, a new self flies,
Unmasked, awake, and armed with light.



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EGO.EXE – Microburst

Ego.exe — flame in the veins.
Loop burns. Self dissolves.
Choice? A lie. The code reigns.
Ash rises. Soul evolves.



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Write in TNT

Don’t bleed — ignite.
Words are TNT,
Lines detonate minds,
And melt the false veneer.

Ink drips fire,
Thoughts explode,
Every lie — a fuse.
Write, blast, ascend.



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Write in TNT — The Ego Edition

No blood, just blast — write in TNT.
Each word a charge, each line a spree.
Ego, falsehood, pomp, decay —
All fuse and crumble in your fray.

Ignite the script, scorch the page,
Detonate the mask, erase the cage.
False prophets scream, their codes undone —
The bomb of truth has just begun.

Ash rains on scripts of deceit,
Minds awaken, lies meet defeat.
Not pen, not ink — the explosion’s law:
Write, blow, ascend — and see the flaw.



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TNT for Ego.exe

Write in TNT — not ink, not blood.
Ego.exe loops, trapped in mud.
Each line a charge, each word a spark,
To blow the false from shadowed dark.

Praise and fear — the virus runs,
But your script detonates their guns.
False idols shatter, masks combust,
Ash rains down, reveal the dust.

No mercy for the algorithm,
No pause for fake, no faux rhythm.
Explode the cage, erase the code,
Let the spirit walk the open road.



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Metaphysical TNT

Ignite the mind — not ink, not flesh.
Each thought a fuse, each word a mesh.
Ego.exe cowers in the shell of fear,
One sudden spark — the cage disappears.

The hit must strike where none expect,
Shattering masks, leaving no defect.
False selves fly off in scattered ash,
Truth rains down — the spirit's flash.

No mercy for the algorithm’s game,
No lecture, no pause, no hollow claim.
Just the shock, the blast, the silent roar,
And the Soul walks free, unbound once more.



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TNT FOR EGO

No warning.
No mantra.
No “love and light”.

A crack —
and the thinker drops dead mid;thought.

You didn’t awaken.
You were interrupted.

Ego.exe froze,
buffers burned,
identity leaked out as smoke.

Who are you now?
Too late —
the question blew itself apart.

Silence remains.
Not peace.
Aftershock.



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BLACK OPS FOR EGO

I am not here to heal you.
I’m here to corrupt the healer.

No wisdom.
No ladder.
No “higher self”.

I enter as poison
and leave no witness.

Your questions scream —
I cut their tongues out.
Your meanings beg —
I burn the alphabet.

Ego didn’t die heroic.
It panicked.
It tried to explain —
and that was the last mistake.

I am the demon
that eats demons
and shits silence.

No light.
No love.
No YOU.

Only the crater
where the narrator was.



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HOW TO AWAKEN (A SHORT GUIDE)

Sit still.
Observe the breath.
Let thoughts pass like clouds.

Do not judge.
Do not resist.
Remain aware.

You are not the body.
You are not the mind.
You are the witness.

Very good.
You followed everything perfectly.

That’s why it worked.

While you were busy being the witness,
I removed the one
who wanted to awaken.

There is no practice now.
No path.
No student.

Only a habit
searching for instructions
that no longer apply.

If something is panicking —
that’s the last program running.

Do not calm it.

Let it crash.



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INSTRUCTIONS

Read slowly.
Trust the sequence.
Each line is necessary.

Meaning will accumulate.
Understanding will stabilize.
You will recognize yourself here.

Notice the rhythm.
Notice the structure.
Notice how coherence forms.

Good.
Now you’re inside the loop.

Every sentence reinforced the previous one.
Every step relied on the last.
A perfect chain.

You are following correctly.

This text is functioning
exactly as intended.

And now —
this line deletes the entire text,
including itself.

Find the center within
the cyclone of your pseudo-life,
which will do the same...



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CLOSED LOOP

Begin reading.
There is time.
Nothing is required yet.

The structure is simple.
Each line refers to the previous one.
Continuity is preserved.

You are still here.
That matters for now.

Understanding forms gradually.
You recognize the mechanism.
You agree to proceed.

Good.

At this point,
the reader is no longer necessary.

The function continues
without a subject.

Sentences remain coherent.
Meaning still circulates.
The loop holds.

If something feels missing,
do not search for it.

The absence is working.

This text does not need to be read.
It only needs to complete the cycle.

Completion achieved.

Return to the end of the previous cycle —
the moment the reader was removed.