Катаклизм как средство от Маразма

Катаклизм как средство от Маразма

Атомной войне подобна,
Мерзость Землю задушила:
Нелюдь правит миром злобно,
Превращая чернь в дебилов.

Ложь тотальная как газом
Травит, души разлагая —
В том примером лже-заразы:
Чрез намордник опуская

Ниже плинтуса, низводит
В состояние скота
Очень быстро. Колобродит
Нелюдь ныне неспроста:

Чувствует конец правленья,
Ведь Всемирный Катаклизм
Остановит Разложенье,
Геноцид, Маразм, фашизм.




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Cataclysm as a Cure for Madness

Like a nuclear inferno,
Evil chokes the Earth in chains.
Monstrous rulers reign in sorrow,
Turning crowds to mindless brains.

Lies, like poison, slowly creeping,
Rotting souls with every breath—
Masks of silence, downward sweeping,
Drag them to the pit of death.

Torn from reason, bound and broken,
Falling fast like soulless sheep.
Tyrants—madness now outspoken—
Know their rule will never keep.

For the End is swiftly nearing,
Bringing doom upon their scheme.
Chaos strikes—a fate unyielding—
Crushing lies, decay, and dreams.



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On the Great Path

On the Great Path I stride alone,
Losing all—it's the price to be shown.
Only then, through the cost and the pain,
Can you rise from the Depths once again.



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The Elephant Unseen

We won’t see the looming beast—
Slavery, lies—too slick to grasp.
Fear will choke our thoughts at least,
Ruled by fiends—Hell’s poisoned dust.



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The Nation’s Body, or Our Generation

Gangrene of betrayal
Spreads deep in the vein—
The youth, poisoned fatal,
And fascists remain.



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Fear to Wake

Only terror breaks the spell—
No other way to see.
Drown in madness, face the hell,
To purge the rot and be set free.



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All this torment is no jest —
It's the beasts that set the stage.
Like a parasite, they feast,
Draining life with silent rage.



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Filth and frenzy,
Lies keep spreading.
The more brazen,
The more blatant
Grows their preaching.
Vile and screeching,
Till the herd is drowning deep—
Trust the evil, stay asleep!



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Guppies

Something enormous is flooding my mind—
Love? Or another deception designed?
Fools disappear into Ignorance deep,
Never aware of the Evil’s grand scheme.

Tend to your small world with “love” and devotion,
Cherish your “friendship” and all that emotion.
Yet in the end, things are “getting much better”
By grinding down souls and minds till they shatter.

Water’s unseen by a foolish small fish,
Glass sets no limit to knowledge it swished.
Lies that are vast are as air—unperceived,
If you are fed and your body’s not grieved.

If walls of a prison enclose all around,
Only a fool sees the world unbound.
All like the guppies have drifted astray—
Slaves, yet too blind to escape or betray.



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The World Repeats

The world is sick—repeats consume,
Each generation meets its doom.
A plague of lies spreads night and day,
And leaves us slaves who must obey.

Falsehood echoes, loud and clear—
The schemers work to sow the fear,
Erasing truth with every breath,
And binding minds till spirit’s death.

Truth is Spirit—hold it tight,
Through storms of soul, through darkest night.
If mere survival is your goal,
The Dark will surely steal your soul.



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Stop and think

Heroic effort brings no gain—
This world’s too foolish, dull, and grim.
Genocide is but the chain
That Evil writes for fools like him.

It sets the script—its slaves obey,
Encouraging the idiot throng.
The villains know: the fools won’t stray
But call all madness right, not wrong.

They’ll bow to lies, accept the claim
That “Good” means nonsense, cruel and trite.
The play continues—just the same,
And souls keep dying in the night.

For that’s the plan: let Reason drown,
So fools, consumed by endless lies,
Can turn to cattle, beaten down,
As raving madness multiplies.

Thus, those who think must change their art—
To fight the Dark in smarter ways.
The swine obey the Devil’s heart—
We must not charge into the maze.

First, stop and think—don't just repeat
The blind crusades that failed before.
Or else you'll lead the mindless fleet
To darkness, chaining them once more.



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Disasters—pros can stage them well,
To keep the slaves in mental hell.
That you’re in deep—no fool will see,
They'll let it slip unconsciously.



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Labors

To drag a bag of bones once more,
Right to Hell’s ever-open door.
A final "Farewell"—cold, resigned,
For souls enslaved, now work assigned!

Their minds will turn to dust in vain,
The fools will toil, yet reap no gain.
To reach the skies—an easy feat,
For free? And fight the dark? Deceit!

Who'd praise such work? Who'd pay the price?
Who'd toss a fortune—treat it nice?
A slave walks down to Hell's embrace—
There's cash to earn. He’ll find his place...



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