Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè 7301-7400

Èãîðü Âûõîâàíåö, ñòèõè: 7301-7400



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Èíôåðíàëüíàÿ òî òâàðü.



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Mass Conditioning

First, the Hitler Youth were roaring,
Now, "our patriots"—as boring.
Minds are fed with slop and fiction,
Shaped by fear and blind submission.

Stronger pressure, bold intrusion,
Breeds a slave’s deluded fusion:
"Free we are!"—their voices falter,
Yet they’ll follow any order.

War has shown the world before—
Masses sinking past the floor.
What comes next? A fate more rotten:
"Minds" conditioned, thought forgotten.



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So-Called "Teacher"

Classroom tyrant, dull and stern,
Makes mind-numbing nonsense learn,
Fills their heads with hollow lies,
Scars their souls and dims their eyes.



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Jelly

Cops aren’t here to guard the streets,
They serve beasts and vile elites.
Placed in numbers far too great,
Just to keep the jelly tamed.

People tremble, soft and weak,
Like a feast for fiends to eat.
Greedy rulers crave it all—
Now the world’s their banquet hall.

This was shown by filth and lies—
Cops uphold what evil buys.
Year by year, the chains grow tighter,
Crushing thought and dimming fighters.

Thus, the world is dirt and gloom,
Reason finds no place to bloom.
Madness reigns, and all obey—
Truth and mind were cast away.



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Quack Brigade

Doctors, dull and rotting-minded,
Twist their oaths and walk stone-blinded.
Servants of the darkest night,
Spitting filth with false delight.

Masks were dropped in CowID madness—
Truth revealed in all its badness.
Fools who trust them pay the price,
Health exchanged for stacks of vice.

Greed now rules—no shame, no sorrow.
Such are times of no tomorrow.
As the world sank down in chains,
No one saw the war remains.



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Cogs of the Beast

A weak little clerk and his boss, fat and grinning—
The cement of fascism, its rule never thinning.
No use to plead, ask, or hope for a say—
Believe in the system? Your mind’s in decay.



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"Science" for Sale

A “scholar” is raised with one goal in his sight—
To prop up the darkness and label it “right.”
“It's proven!”—the fools will obey and will kneel,
For gold buys the “truth” they are paid "to reveal".



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Blind Lessons

Dull preachings of teachers, the books filled with lies,
Shape twisted illusions in ignorant minds.
But few break the spell, see the world with new eyes—
For ages, they’ve frightened, deceived, and confined.



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The Mindless Herd

A mindless herd…
Will darkness be stirred,
Or led to the knife?
Stand up and fight,
Or sink in the blight—
Find light, or lose life.



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Mass "Culture"

The self dissolves in "culture’s tide",
Where fools chase pleasure, greed, and pride.
They’re easy pawns—just spread more lies,
And watch them cheer as reason dies.



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To the Light!

The soul is weak,
The mind is breaking.
We've hit the deep—
Madness is taking.

Forget the light,
And filth will find you—
Fear, pain, and blight
Will wrap and blind you.

So fight the Dark—
The cure is daring!
Cast lies apart,
Seek light, unsparing!



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The end justifies the way —
That’s the legacy we stay:
Means became the tools of sin,
Simply put — we’re beasts within.



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The Snitches

A snitch is quiet, sly, and still —
Loves to listen, loves to spy.
Secret service bends its will,
Catching rebels by the lie.

Words are all some dare to say —
Snitches lurk in every place.
Hundreds, thousands fell their prey
In the Soviet dark embrace...



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The World’s Unbroken Dark, or Good Night, Little Ones

Good night… But don’t be quick to rest,
The Endless Night is not your nest.
A false peace poisons souls inside,
While butchers wake and plan their tide.

They never sleep—deceit is might
In wars where reason lost the fight.
The peaceful sons of homeland dear
Prefer to dream, not see, nor hear.

And so, lethargic, on they tread,
Their final path to where it led—
A coward bows his foolish head
Before he's numbered with the dead.



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Hark! The Nonsense Floods Again

Hark! Again the nonsense flows—
Culture’s mask in fresh disguise.
Be a brute who only knows:
World is nothing—and so I.



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The Nothing All Around and Old Man Rot

A new F;hrer—same old fool,
Nothing’s changing, that’s the rule.
Culture’s fading, cold and grim…
Who’s their idol? Look at him!



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Solitude

It is hard, forever straining,
Drains your strength, builds up your spite.
If you wish to keep from staining
Your own soul—then leave the blight.

In the silence, thought is clearer,
Free from all their empty creeds.
Rot is spreading ever nearer—
Madness rules, and madness breeds.

CowID showed the world’s condition:
Few stood firm, the rest obeyed.
Fools were ruled by sheer submission,
Fed with fear and lies they swayed.



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In the Rot

When you plan, don’t let the lies
Slip away—they're everywhere.
Deep within you, too, it thrives,
And enslaves you—so beware.

Since your childhood, you’ve been taught:
"Stick and carrot"—rule obeyed.
Brutes enforce it as they ought,
Turning all the world to decay.

Trust your gut, let reason guide,
Sharpen thought, keep vision new.
Leave the fools who rot inside,
Drown in minds both fresh and true.

Spirit leads, the mind’s its page,
Free to soar and carve its trail.
Conscience walks with you—be sage.
All else rots, corrupt, and frail.



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Lie anew!
Deceive once more!
That’s the essence
Of Darkest lore.



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Literary Struggles

All efforts fail, just like before,
As reason fights—a battle sore—
Yet crushed beneath the wheel of fear,
Where ugliness steers ever near.

That wheel rolls on through land and sea,
Destroying all that dares to be.
Refuse to serve a hollow lie?
Then pedal fast, or say goodbye.

Or else it grinds you into dust,
For creatures vile control its thrust.
And faster, faster on it goes
Toward the world's most filthy close.



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Attack of Lies

The filthiest lies begin their fight,
A fresh assault, a wicked storm.
The ghouls command with dark delight,
To crush what little mind was born.

Yet minds are few—this war’s been raging
For centuries, the same old game.
So serve the Mind, its truth engaging,
Expose the brutes, unmask their shame.

Unfair the fight, but through this trial,
Your Soul stays safe from rotting lies.
So heed its call—it stands on high, while
A mind below is chaos-wise.

Mind is king, and Spirit—God,
A truth once known, yet cast aside.
But if you stand with heart unflawed,
You won’t let that be brushed aside.



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Òóïîðûëîñòü ñïëîøü ïðèâ`èëàñü —
Òîëüêî ëèøü ÒÂÀÐÜÞ íà ìèëîñòü
Ìîæíî ñäàòüñÿ èäèîòàì:
Ñõàâàë Ëîæü — è íà ðàáîòÛ.




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Ðàáñêàÿ ïñèõîëîãèÿ

"Æåíùèíà íåîáûêíîâåííî ñêëîííà ê ðàáñòâó è âìåñòå ñ òåì ñêëîííà ïîðàáîùàòü".
Íèêîëàé Áåðäÿåâ.

Òÿæ¸ëàÿ íîøà ïðîäëåíèÿ ðîäà,
Êîëü ðàáñòâî òîòàëüíî, êîâåðêàåò óì:
Ãåðîè íóæíû — ïðîèçâîäÿò óðîäîâ,
Íà äåòÿõ êîâåðêàÿ îáùèé Çëà ãëóì.



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Luck is but a Lack

Misfortune floods your way,
Yet fate withholds its prize.
A poet, come what may—
Despising flesh and life.



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Crossroads

There are no crossroads in your sight
When Spirit holds the helm aright.
But minds will falter, twist, and stray
If trapped among the meek and grey.

The herd serves Darkness, calls it "good,"
And if you march where they have stood,
Your mind’s confined, your soul won’t rise—
A fallen fool in common guise.

Mad or dull—it’s all the same
Among the slaves who play the game.
Avoid "crossroads," walk the line,
And if you stray—return in time.



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Gods Despise the Joyful Kind

Gods hate the ones who live in cheer—
We serve the Fiends that rule us here.
Horned lords keep spreading "righteous light"—
Yet filth and rot still bloom in sight.



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Slave Mentality

"Woman is unusually inclined to slavery and at the same time inclined to enslave."
—Nikolai Berdyaev


The burden of birth, generation’s demand,
When slavery’s total, it shatters the mind.
They long for the brave—yet monsters are planned,
Corrupting their children as evil grins wide.



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The Vipers’ Den of Darkness

— "Tyranny!"
— "Sheer delusion!"
Slaves will scoff, deny the claim.
Yet their rage betrays confusion—
Sensing Fate’s relentless flame.

Slavery won’t meet its ending
Till the slaves are gone as well.
Nature’s strength is ever bending—
Does it need the meek to dwell?

Hardly so—the Sun is burning,
Scorching Darkness, cleansing sin.
Soon the vipers' den stops churning,
Yet the slaves stay mute within.



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The Enemy at the Gates

The mind’s the gate—our last defense,
Yet beasts march in with no pretense.
Their weapon? Noise—just empty sound,
A jest to fools, yet all around.

Grenades won’t break deception’s spell,
They kill a few, but lies—prevail.
Once falsehood takes root in your shell,
It drives out reason, tips the scale.

Now multiply this fate by all
Who’ve lost their minds and let truth fall.
You'll see—we’ve hit the lowest ground,
Where suffering spreads without a sound.

And souls are reaped—no fate is worse,
So break the chains, reject the curse!
Deny the madness all embrace—
A spark of truth may clear the haze.



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Slavery

They rename it through the years,
Yet the chains remain the same.
Cain still knows—deception steers,
Seeps into the mind like flame.

Words distract, but truth is clear—
Darkness reigns, it grips the land.
Now the Harvest Time is here,
Filth and rot on every hand.

CowID and war have shown
Doom’s upon us, death’s in bloom.
Fools obey, consume, atone—
Blind, they march into their doom.



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Stupidity Has Taken Root

Mindless fools in droves obey—
Kneel before the Beast, decay.
Swallowed Lies without a care—
Now go toil in your despair.



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Global Tyranny

"Justice" reigns—so they declare,
Even fools now ride on high.
None but few seem to beware—
Souls are lost, drowned deep in lies.

They still trust in "law" and order—
CowID unmasked that game.
Rotten stench rolls past the border,
Drowning all in filth and shame.



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Illusion of Freedom

Are the fools now truly free?
Would it were—there's still a king.
But the lie won’t let them see—
Hellish beast controls the ring.



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Red Cross

Greed and pride together
Build a "mighty land."
So it was forever,
Ruled by iron hand.

Then they dragged us under,
Fools obeyed the lie.
Now the world is smothered—
Fascists rule the sky.

Digital slave cages,
Globally they rise.
On the flag—a crossmark,
"Health" in hollow guise...

Yet this cross is final,
Seals the world’s demise.
Plots grow ever wider,
Truth is drowned in lies.



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Savage police on the prowl,
Judges who sell every right,
Fiends from the courts, wicked, foul—
Plunged the whole world into blight.

Scares with a "virus" they spread,
Then with a war they deceive.
Traitors and cowards misled,
Drowning in fear and disease.

No way ahead—NOTHING stays,
Turning the world into Evil's Trust.
Soon they will burn all to waste,
Others will settle like birds in the dust.



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Declaration of Black Pessimism

Don’t blame us for thoughts that are gloomy and grim—
First try to grow up, gain some sense, learn to swim.
Then call us the rude, the sardonic, the cursed—
Yet fools always burn out, while we burn the worst.

For “dark” thoughts absorb all the light that remains,
Much like in physics—it's simple, it's plain.
A mind sharp with sarcasm cuts deeper, more fine,
While dull little brains are just sieves full of slime.

The BEAST pours its "water"—but filth is retained,
Its source? Just a cesspool of lies preordained.
The one who rejects it will never give in—
He's nothing to lose… but the shame deep within.

And "dark" thoughts of his are no meaningless tide—
There’s always a reason, no chance undenied.
If all the world's cruel beyond what is sane,
Then bright-colored lies just embellish the pain.



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Negative Selection—
A death sentence, no correction.
Only techies, dull yet sly,
Push their way as others die

In a world of twisted faces,
Where the goal is holding places,
Clawing, feeding, apes as clowns,
Trampling all the best ones down.



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Gods have no love for the joyful and bright,
Schemes they unleash feed on madness and fright.
Fear rules the world—now it’s darkened and grim,
Demons they are—don’t be thinking like them.

Fear and emotions? Throw thoughts all away!
That is the devil’s control and his way.
Blind is the world, full of folly and lies,
Rotten it turns—while the Master Vampire

Grins in delight. Darkness thickens again.
Yet it’s not growing alone—but by men,
Fawning and false, who for handfuls of gold
Nurture the lies that they’re endlessly told.



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"Íàâåðõ" ñòðåìÿòñÿ èìáåöèëû,
Ïðåçðåâ âåëåíèÿ Äóøè,
Íà ñóåòó ñïóñêàÿ ñèëû
È ïî÷èòàÿ ôåòèøè.

Òåõ ôåòèøåé êðóãîì íåìàëî,
Âåäü ìåðçîñòü ìíîæàò ñ êàæäûì äí¸ì.
Îïàñåí ïóòü: Äóøà ïðîïàëà
Ó ìíîãèõ — ðàçëîæåíèå æèâü¸ì

Èòîãîì ÷àñòûì ïîäëûõ ãîíîê,
Ãäå ïðåçèðàþò Óì è ×åñòü.
"Íàâåðõ" âçáèðàåòñÿ ïîäîíîê,
Ïî ãîëîâàì óìåÿ ëåçòü.

Ìèð — ïåðåâ¸ðòûø. "Ïèðàìèäà"
Ñòðåìèò ïîäîíêîâ âñåõ íà Äíî.
Îòòóäà íå íàéä¸òñÿ ãèäà —
Òåðïè, êîëü âëÿïàëñÿ â ãîâíî.

È ðàññêàæè âñåì "íèæíèì" áàñíè
Ïðî ñâîé "óñïåõ", öåí`ó åãî
Ñîêðûâ, — è ðèíóòñÿ çà "ñ÷àñòüåì"
Óðîäöû, ìíîæà ÒÂÀÐÅÉ òîðæåñòâî.




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Obey the brutes, the twisted fools,
The vile, the mad who break the rules—
You'll keep your wretched life, but see:
A slave to beasts is all you'll be.



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Sleep—don’t see the wicked play,
Lest the fools be hurt one day.
See and shout? You cross the line.
Sleep—you're tolerant. How fine!



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A world in flames:
A rigged-out game.
Flush foolish mind —
Stay dumb, stay blind.



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"Legit" aspirations—
Just fools in their stations:
When beasts strike you down,
A madman is found.

They strike with deception,
With fear and oppression,
And that's how it goes—
War endlessly flows.

Are goals truly right,
If cowards in fright
Endure every shove
And beg: "Push above!"

Don’t live just to breed,
To munch and to knead—
A foul, rotting slum
That pleases the scum.



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"Forebears," school, a useless class,
Work and wedlock—what a farce!
Grind them down, and soon you’ve got a
Mindless drone—his job is "slogging."

Drones are many, rule is tight,
Beasts will feast in endless night,
Till the fools break free at last—
If they ever wake up fast.



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The Hard Search for "Good"

"Think of something bright!"—
Hard to see the light,
Once you've grown up tall
And don't lie at all.

Truth became your guide,
Yet the world is bad—
Hell was set as home
Since the day you had.



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Idiocy

"Idiocy protects from suicide."
—David Durkheim

Despair that drowns you, deep and stark,
When all feels rotten, cold, and dark,
Where even pillows seem like blades—
The fate of those whose soul still fades.

But fools? They have no weight to bear,
No thoughts that pull them to despair.
Their "happiness" is safe and sweet—
Work, get married, chase receipts.

Stack up cash, embrace your fears,
Stay blind to madness through the years.
Yet all will wake upon the block—
Death and rot, the final shock.

A world where idiots suppress
The ones who think—their minds compressed.
Through lies, the masters guide their course—
A sugar-coated whip, of course.



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The Core of It All

You can punch your neighbor’s face—
Cops are harder to abase.
Let the slaves release their steam—
That’s the core of every scheme.



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The Difference Between Steaming Off and Burning

"All the darkness in the universe cannot extinguish a single candle."
—Chinese Proverb

Ignite! Burn bright! Let flames arise,
And light up countless kindred eyes.
This is your answer to the slaves
Who sold their souls in shadowed caves.

The dark has swallowed many whole,
Yet fire can't be chained or tamed.
A spirit pure, a burning soul—
Won't rot among the weak and maimed.

Let flames engulf, let fire spread,
For Spirit’s strength will never break.
But cowards only vent their steam—
And fade into the dark they make.



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The Only Choice

To choose your chains—your will must bend,
All else is lies they preach and send.
A false choice fools the blind and weak—
Life reduced to hollow bleak.

But once you make the choice that's true,
Say "No!" and let your soul break through,
Life won’t twist to “either-or,”
Your path is clear, your heart knows more.

You'll hear the voice you need inside,
The truth that whispers, pure and bright.
The Monad speaks—its light will guide,
And through the dark, you’ll find your sight.

No light in chains—just endless night,
No way back once you take flight.
Stand like a rock midst evil’s game—
And laugh at choices built on shame.



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The Slaughterhouse

Trust in the twisted, obey and consume,
Stack up your money, toil till you’re through.
Poison the world into filth and doom—
Outer and inner—one follows two.

Fear and deception will shrink every soul,
Like leather worn till it’s brittle and tight.
Once it collapses, the sheep as a whole
March to the slaughterhouse—lined up just right.

Wars full of meat, yet too few remain,
Drunk on the poison, we stumble and fall.
Ravaging nature, we lost all but shame—
Mere tools in the grip of devils tall.



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Through the Dream strides, cold and grim,
Armageddon, dark and dim.
Those who wake—beware the fight!
Those asleep—hail chains so tight.



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You're burning up? Well, what a plight—
The body sees no need for flame.
It craves its meals, its luck, its might,
And keeps its schedule just the same—
Or skips a meal to stay so light.



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Almost a Workout...

For relief—just exercise.
Better yet—run for your life!
New world order, no disguise—
Demons build a slave’s delight.



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Prometheus

Your life’s a chain, a doomed crusade,
Like Prometheus, betrayed.
An eagle tears your soul apart—
By devil’s will, it plays its part.

They call themselves the gods of fire,
Yet rule through greed and dark desire.
"Success" is just a downward climb—
A pyramid of filth and grime.

To steal the Flame—of all the crimes,
None worse exists in cursed times.
But if you share it, truth will rise,
And burn deceit before their eyes.

Betrayal fuels the ones on top,
Their lies demand you kneel and stop.
Submission, faith in hollow lore—
The food that feeds the wretched floor.

For those below, there’s no release,
Just rot disguised as life and peace.
A swarm of lice in filth confined,
In hellish muck, yet calling it life.



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Overthrowing the Chains

Rebels rise—no mere disguise,
Living free among the chained.
Yet the strong who break the ties
Make the system fall, unfeigned.

Lies corrupt and spread like mold,
Slaves obey without a doubt.
Denying chains—so blindly bold,
A fool’s belief to flout.



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Pseudo-Science

From lower minds, their twisted lore,
False sciences are born and bred.
While mystics dare to seek for more,
Blind servants bow to gold instead.

Who pays commands what must be sought,
Corrupting truth to fit his reign.
And Satan’s ranks march on, self-taught,
Proclaiming thought is man's domain.

Intuition—cast aside,
Locked in the cellar, deemed a sham.
But Spirit leads where truths reside—
Too high for fools to understand.



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Guru "Yo-Yo"—Titan of Tube

A YouTube titan, "Yo-Yo" sage,
TV-born, his wisdom spreads.
Fools grow duller, stage by stage—
Doom is looming, count the heads.



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City Mirage

Is it city,
Or just haze?
Clouds of pity,
Mindless maze.

Rulers — vile,
And the "crowd" —
Lost in guile,
Wild and loud.



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Drowned in Slime

Fear and filth—piled high, obscene,
Yet they call it “righteous way.”
Truth is lost in lies unseen,
Evil clings like black decay.

Slime in droplets—weak, unwise,
But as one—it hardens strong.
Slugs are people in disguise,
While the vile deceiver rules along.



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Awakening

No fear, no lies shall cloud your sight,
No fleeting rage, no hollow schemes,
Once you reject the twisted blight
Of beasts who trade in broken dreams.

Awakening brings life anew,
Where Spirit reigns, unchained, supreme.
The lost one stays among the crew
That serves the dark in lifeless dream.

The world is drenched in Satan’s lore—
Seek answers deep within your soul.
False "isms" lead you from the shore;
Believe their tales—accept the toll.



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Lament for the Internet

A swarm of fools keeps spewing lies,
Drowning thought in endless haze.
Filth and madness flood the skies,
Trapping minds in twisted maze.

Truth is lost beneath the tide,
Buried deep in rotting waste.
Frauds and vermin march with pride,
Spewing falsehoods in a haste.

Fools obey a liar’s hand,
Fortress built on filth and fraud.
CowID and war sweep through the land—
Don't just weep—howl to God!



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Armagedoom

Soon the world will be erased—
Cleansed at last in searing flame.
Rot and ruin are embraced,
Only fire ends the game.

Ash will settle, cold and dry,
Lifeless wasteland, still and bare.
Yet it won’t be gone for long—
Bullets never fade to air.



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Grab and Never Let Go!

Grab and never let go!
Feed them lies—make it flow!
Beasts will thrive in delight,
Let the rest fade from sight...



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Pass On—Just Pass By!

Pass on—just pass by!
Through the years, move along.
Nothing’s here—don’t rely,
Only herds without thought.

Don’t seek the rare mind,
Chance is fleeting, too weak.
If you're stuck, never whine—
Seems your mind chose to sleep.



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Îñêîòèíèâàíèå

"Èõ (âëàñòü äåðæàòåëåé) öåëü äîñòèãíóòà.  ñóááîòó ìîëîäîå ïîêîëåíèå èä¸ò â òîðãîâûé öåíòð, âìåñòî áèáëèîòåêè".
Íîàì Õîìñêèé.


Øìîòêè, õàâ÷èê, ðàçâëåêóõà.
À â óìå? Òàì ðàíüøå ñêóêà,
Íó à íûíå ïóñòîòà:
Ïðåâðàùåíèå â ñêîòà

 ìèðå, â öåëîì, çàâåðøèëîñü.
Åñëè  Ìåðçîñòè íà ìèëîñòü
Âñå ñäàëèñü, òàêîâ èòîã.
È Ìàìîíà íûíå áîã.

Õëåâ ïîä âëàñòüþ ñàòàíèçìà.
Óòîí÷¸ííîãî ôàøèçìà,
Êàê â ãîâíèä, íå íóæíî ñêîðî
Áóäåò: òóïîñòü ïðèãîâîðîì,

Ïîòîìó ïîñòðîÿò Ëàãåðü —
Êðàñíûé êðåñò íà áåëîì ôëàãå.
Ëàãåðü áóäåò ìèðîâîé
Äëÿ óùåðáíûõ ãîëîâîé.

"Ïðèâèâàòü" òàì êàê ñêîòèíó
Áóäóò âåðíûõ Çëó êðåòèíîâ:
ßä íàêîïèòñÿ — ïîòîì
Îêî÷óðÿòñÿ ãóðòîì.



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Ñ Âîñüìûì Ìàðòà, ìàìà!
Ñðåäè ìèðà ãàìà
Áåðåãè çäîðîâüå —
Ñòàëî ÷òîá âîëîâüå!

Áîäðîñòè, ïîêîÿ!
Ñ÷àñòèå ïðîñòîå
Ïóñòü òåáÿ ñîãðååò!
Êîøêà ïóñòü æèðååò...



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Íè÷åãî ïîçàäè,
Ïîëíûé êðàõ âïåðåäè,
Ïîñåð¸äêå ëèøü Ìåðçîñòü,
Íî òû "ñ÷àñòèå" æäè —
Òðåçâûé âçãëÿä íûíå äåðçîñòü.




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Ñåðî-çåë¸íàÿ ïàëèòðà

Òîñêà çåë¸íàÿ, êîëü ñåðîñòü
Ïðåîáëàäàåò â ìèðå ãëóïîì.
Èìåé îñîçíàííîñòü è ñìåëîñòü
Ïðèíÿòü å¸, èëü ñòàíåøü òðóïîì —

"Òàêèì êàê âñå". Æèâûå òðóïû
Ìèð íàâîäíèëè — óæ ïîòîïîì.
Ðàçóìíîñòü òàåò — ñêîðî ñ ëóïîé
Èñêàòü ïðèä¸òñÿ "ìèçàíòðîïàì".



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Nothing’s left behind, ruins lie ahead,
In between—disgrace and filth,
Yet they preach: “Have hope instead!”—
Truth’s now seen as useless spilth.



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Dehumanization

"Their goal is reached. On Saturdays, the young
Choose malls, not books—their minds undone."
—Noam Chomsky


Clothes and fast food, fleeting pleasures,
Thoughts? Just boredom once was measured,
Now—no thoughts, just empty eyes:
Beasts in humanly disguise.

Thus the world’s transformation’s done,
Filth has conquered, all have run,
Greed and Mammon rule supreme,
Rotting souls in poisoned dream.

Stables ruled by Satan’s order,
Fascism dressed in finer borders,
Soon, like cattle, none will fight—
Dumbness deemed the final right.

Camps arise—white flags with crosses,
Branding minds with mental losses,
Pricked like livestock, marked and drained,
Till they rot—together slain.



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The Voice of Essence

Hear the voice of Essence—
That’s your soul inside.
World is filled with falsehood,
Cast the filth aside!

Chase your own ideas,
Ones that burn in you.
Act with fearless spirit—
Time is running through.

If your strength is fading,
If your days are thin,
Would you fall for nonsense
Wrapped in golden skin?

Wise men know the answer:
Every fate is near,
Life flies by—so strike it,
Hit the lies sincere!

Smash deceit—your legacy
Will be truth, not chains,
Spitting in the faces
Of the wretched fiends.

Let the flame of passion
Shape your fleeting days—
Even midst the shadows,
Joy will light your way.

Hear the voice of Essence—
Strength will grow within,
Creativity will
Break through all the din.

Yet the rule is simple:
Each must find their own,
Truth is drowned in falsehood,
Lies have overgrown.

Madness reigns unshaken
In this world of fools,
But with Essence guiding,
You will break their rules.



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"Defending" the Masses’ Cause

The foolish crowd believes the clown
Will guard their sacred right.
Enchanted by each new letdown,
They march back to the fight.

Yet every law and every measure
Serves not their needs at all.
From one disaster to another—
Their path is but a fall.



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Survival of the Worst

The lowest rung—a petty thief,
While sold-out rulers play the chief.
The weakling whining at the game
Is crushed and drowned in filth and shame.

For here the scum will rise and reign,
With lies that echo and remain.
The honest fall, dismissed, betrayed—
Corruption thrives, and crime is paid.



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The Mighty Fool

The Mighty Fool, the Great, the Strong—
True king of beasts, he struts along.
Outshines the crocodile with grace—
No trace of thought left in its place.

For thought’s a flaw—who’d bear its weight?
In tyrant’s rule, it seals your fate.
With mind intact, you won’t belong—
No king—just chained, where fools belong.



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Decadence

Decadence is like a game—
Cheaters hold the deck.
Not a chance to win or claim,
Only loss and wreck.

Throw your cards right in their face,
Break the rules at last!
Smoke now rises—soon the blaze
Will burn away the past.

Fire swallows all decay,
Melts the lies and sin.
Till that moment—stench and gray,
As filth drowns all within.



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Controlling the Herd

Lie anew—the game’s the same,
Slaves must bow and praise their chain.
Trading shackles, full of hope,
Dreaming of a golden rope.



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Half a Step to Truth

Take one step toward the knowing
Of the filth that fills this land—
Madness lurks, but rage keeps growing,
Clutching sanity in hand.

Rage is born from sheer corruption,
While submission—praised and spread—
Is the mark of Swine's seduction,
Built on lies that keep them fed.

Lies in science, schools, and teaching,
Propaganda—word on word.
Human cattle, bred for bleeding,
Even paid before they're heard.



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Shallow "Life"

A shallow "life"—a curse indeed,
For twisted souls, a hollow creed.
In truth, it’s slime—decay and blight,
Where madmen serve the reign of night.



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The Stench of Newspeak

That rotten Newspeak’s everywhere—
"Moderation"—so they claim.
But call it truth? They wouldn’t dare.
It’s just censorship—kill the flame!

The lifeless swarm to honeyed lies,
Deception feeds their hollow core.
And censors, shameless, mesmerize—
They push pure nonsense evermore.



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The Professor of Sour Stew

The professor of spoiled stew
Knows it all and plays it wise.
He feeds the crowd his twisted view,
And fools get lost in cooked-up lies.



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The Social Ladder

Who needs that ladder? What’s the cost?
The price is high—you pay in soul.
Betrayal strikes, and all is lost,
Yet many chase that hollow goal.

You won’t find heights, but something worse—
A middle rank of filth and lies.
The blind don’t see it as a curse,
They fight for scraps and call it prize.

Forget the race, just walk away,
Ignore their games, don’t play along.
Their world is twisted, false, and grey,
A stage for greed, deceit, and wrong.

Betray your soul? A fate more grim
Than any death—it breaks you whole.
Don’t be just one of them, don’t swim
Among the rats who sold their soul.



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The Easy Road

"If the road is easy, you're likely going the wrong way."
— Terry Goodkind, "Soul of the Fire", 1999.


The road is smooth, the cash flows free,
Yet something whispers—this can’t be.
You’ve made your choice, embraced the night,
And left the path that once was right.

Neon signs and streetlights glow,
A lantern hums where shadows creep.
You toss your cash—the drinks soon flow,
But something stirs and will not sleep.

All seems fine, yet deep inside,
Your soul still aches, won’t let you be.
No girl, no drink can turn the tide—
They only dull the misery.



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A Slippery Road

A slippery road
Through fools unfolds.
Just wait—your load
Is Hell’s to hold.

False hopes will fade,
And fears will die.
Yet fools remain—
They trust the lie.



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Here, Every Soul's a Captive

Here, every soul's a war-bound slave,
The fight is lost—or nearly so.
A dream is all that victory gave,
No path remains for us to go.

Betrayal lurks at every turn,
Deceivers thrive in endless streams.
The blind majority won't learn,
Nor wake from their deluded dreams



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Hamster in a Wheel and a Dilemma

A world of black, a world of white,
A question burns—his mind’s a mess.
The hamster’s trapped—no end in sight,
A lifeless scheme fuels his duress.

The spinning wheel won’t set him free,
It drives him toward a hollow dream.
Yet every choice—just yes or no,
No deeper truth beyond the scheme.

To think beyond, to see the lie—
This maze allows no room to feel.
For all he knows, for all he tries,
His only truth is running still.



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A Grey-Green Palette

Green grows your sorrow if the grey
Prevails in this dull world around.
Yet face it bravely—find your way,
Or join the lifeless in the ground.

"The same as all." The walking dead
Have drowned the world—a surging tide.
And reason fades—soon none are left,
For "misanthropes" to stand beside.



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Experiment...

A Pavlov’s dog stands cast aside—
The object here is humankind.
Where weakness shows, the vultures bite,
For centuries—this fate designed.

Fascism, genocide—rehearsed,
A test to break us, twist our minds.
But reason’s frail, and at its worst,
We fall when Evil leaves us blind.

Who set this trap? For what dark aim—
To shatter souls in Hell’s embrace?
Summing this world up, I claim:
It’s lost within a madman’s maze.

Through madness, fleeting souls may strive
To pierce the dark—but most will fail.
This "experiment" won’t survive
If all bow down to Evil’s tale.

A soul has limits—false the word
That it’s immortal, free from scars.
It tears apart when depths are stirred,
When Hell has dragged it down too far.

CowID and wars have made it clear:
The bottom’s close, the end in sight.
Yet some still stand and persevere—
Defying Evil, holding light.



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Åøü è ñïè; êîãäà ïðîñí¸øüñÿ,
Çàòóìàíü áûñòðåå "óì"
Ðàçâëåêóõîé: êîëü î÷í¸øüñÿ,
Áóäåøü â Àäå Òÿæêèõ Äóì. 



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Ïðèðîäà ÷`óæäà èäèîòàì,
Ÿ âåäü íóæíî Ïîçíàâàòü,
ÑÊÐÅÏËßß ÄÓÕÎÌ. À "êðàñîòû"
Ñíèìàòü ñìàðòôîíîì — ïîëó÷àòü

Ñêîðëóïêè ýãî óêðåïëåíüå.
Ïðèäóðîê â ýòîì, â öåëîì, ñïåö.
À åñëè Äóõà ðàçëîæåíüå
Âî ìíîãèõ, òî òîãäà Êîíåö,

È ñêîðûé, ñäåëàåò Ïðèðîäà —
Íå íóæåí åé óáîãèé ãëèñò
Ïîä óïðàâëåíüåì ñóìàñáðîäà,
Êîòîðûé â Çëå, âñåãäà ðå÷èñò.




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Half-Childish...

Grass is growing, bright and green,
Sunlight sparkles, warm and sweet.
Yet the “people” grow obscene—
Scum just lies without defeat.

Darkness feeds on fear and fools,
Spreading nonsense far and wide.
Mountains high of twisted rules,
Peaks of filth and hollow pride.

Grass is growing, sun still gleams,
Yet the Dark is taking lead.
Now the world is torn at seams—
Drenched in Boundless Shame indeed.



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Worldly Woe

Just sorrow unending...
Fate’s wrath is descending:
If you do not bend,
You sink in the end.
It strangles, deceiving...
The traitors, the scheming—
They finish you fast,
A lesson amassed:
"Don’t live this way, see?"
They cheer what is cheap...
When Spirit is banished,
Corruption is lavish,
And sorrow is smothered
As Conscience is gutted.

Yet never escape it—
This WOE—lest you break and
Turn vile. So wake,
Let WOE flood your veins.
If drowned, you shall rise—
Stay True, and be wise.



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Emptiness

I am gone, I have left all the chatter,
All the nonsense, the meaningless fuss.
Dove in void—like a soul seeking shelter,
Like the Buddhist release from the dust.

On this path, every thought is a weapon,
Not a burden to bear or to grieve.
For the world is in FEAR THROUGH DECEPTION—
Through its lies, most are slaves to the grief.

Emptiness makes the ugliness clearer,
Brings out thoughts, lets you breathe and be free.
No more traps of delusion draw nearer,
And each meeting hurts more, you will see.

Still, I plant nothing there—no “compassion,”
No “forever,” no sweet, hollow grace.
I expose in my own bitter fashion
All the vile, all the FILTH of this place.



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Eat and Sleep

Eat and sleep—then dull your mind,
Drown it fast in fleeting fun.
If you wake and look behind,
Hell of Heavy Thoughts will come.



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Land of Fools

Where knowledge decays,
The servile crowd sways—
Their blind, eager course
Feeds fascism’s force.



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All Rivers Turned Back

The rivers now reverse their flow—
A fitting metaphor, no doubt,
For lies unchecked. Let falsehood grow!
No room for minds to figure out...



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Nature rejects the empty-headed –
It must be known, explored with might,
With spirit strengthened. Yet "aesthetic"
Snapped on a phone is hollow sight.

A fool finds comfort in such framing,
He’s quite adept at playing blind.
But when the Spirit starts decaying
In many – doom is close behind.

And Nature soon will bring its reaping –
It needs no worm, so weak and lost,
Led by a madman, ever preaching
Yet drowning deep in evil’s frost.



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Only Losing Nonsense, You'll Find Truth

Only losing, you will find.
All you've lost was empty lies.
Through the Nonsense shaped by Blind,
Through the Evil’s thin disguise.

If it meets you—step aside,
Stress will strike and twist your mind.
Lose yourself in hollow pride—
Well, you’re truly deaf and blind.



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A nerdy scholar spews his blather,
And fools believe his hollow talk.
He twists life’s essence, tears and shatters,
Defiling nature as he walks.

But Spirit rules—its light is fleeting,
Erased wherever lies take hold.
Deceit’s a chain, so tight, deceiving—
Believe the nonsense—lose your soul.



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Radical Bath

Caustic soda, scalding, searing,
Cleansing crowds with brutal cheering.
Layers thick of madness crusted
On their hides, fear-tanned and rusted.



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Pain

Let pain subside—
You’ll rot, deformed.
Go crawl or hide,
But not conform.

Through pain, you’ll see
Hell’s truth laid bare:
The herd’s obscene—
You will not err.

And who’s not weak?
A precious few...
Through pain, they bleed,
Their blood—like dew,

If fools are all they’re forced into...