Иго сокрытого Зла и политики-клоуны

Don't Lose the Essence!

"Look deep inside yourself—turn your gaze away
From the world around you; inward let it stay.
This is the first demand that wisdom makes,"
Said Fichte, as the mind’s first step he stakes.

Even ancient sages claimed the same before.
Trust the world’s half-truths—you will think no more.
Reason turns to riddles if you chase the lie,
Only chasing echoes—phantoms in the sky.

Life’s a dream, unless if you
See beyond the haze.
Wisdom must be daily new—
Else you rot and waste.



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Иго сокрытого Зла и политики-клоуны

Подковёрные интриги:
Укрепить чрез страхи Иго,
Оглупить побольше толпы,
Хоть и так как пробки глупы —

Много дела у ублюдков.
А все заговоры — шутки:
Раскрутить такие темы
Чрез очередные мемы.

Только клоуны сплошь глупы;
Многие подобны трупам —
Старческий маразм; иные —
Недоумки голубые:

Отрицательный отбор —
Это словно приговор.
Что имеет, то лелеем —
Может с ними всё сумеем?..




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The Yoke of Hidden Evil and Clownish Politics

Dark intrigues behind the curtain—
Fear will make the chains more certain.
Keep the masses dull and hollow,
Though they’re fools with minds so shallow.

Plenty work for scheming swine—
Plots are "jokes," yet right on time:
Spin them up through viral chatter,
Memes will make them spread and scatter.

Clowns are fools, absurd and broken;
Some are corpses left unspoken—
Senile minds in dim decay,
Others lost in bluer sway.

Evil rises, takes its course,
Culling weaklings at the source.
This is what we breed and cherish—
Shall we thrive, or shall we perish?..



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We serve for gold, with scum we mingle,
Yet fear alone drives all our ways.
The soulless lords need slaves to swindle,
While "God’s own serf" finds hell his praise.



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Cain and Abel, Magdalene—
Tales for fools, a dull routine.
Want some horror? Here you go:
Christ’s own blood in wine will flow...



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So-Called Scientists

Newton’s laws won’t light the way,
Second’s just a dull clich;.
Force? An abstract, crude distortion,
Spreading lies in full proportion.

Pseudoscience rots the brain,
Meant for fools—its prime domain.
Faith, not thought, they take as guiding,
Thus, to Hell, the doors swing wider.

Hell seeps in through half-truths, fables,
Smashing Truth beneath its tables.
Spirit's wiped from all their lore—
"Knowledge" fit for flies and more.

Spirit forms the world's foundation,
Science sells it for damnation.
Fear and nonsense shape their quota—
Just like CowID... their own quota.