Пряники и ботаники

"Пряники" и "ботаники"

Пряники засохшие
Мы построим в ряд.
Это дело прошлое:
Идиот был рад

Ринуться за пряником,
К "счастью" устремлён,
С детства быв "ботаником",
Чуйку выгнав вон.

Но "успехов" мало —
Пряник зачерствел.
Чтобы не пропал он,
В ряд его, коль "смел".

Дальше новым рядом
Кладку укрепим,
Чтобы подлых гадов
Укреплять режим.

Стены так построим.
Силы как раствор,
Что в ушли в другое —
В глупость. Приговор

Для Души, коль силы
Не туда идут.
И итог дебилы,
Коль напрасен труд.

Пряником подманят —
В омут увлекут.
Мир Фашисткой Срани —
Знатно в оном врут.

Глядь, вон новый пряник —
Только испекли!
Молодёжь вновь в Срани
Им зажглась — за ним вали!



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Шкуры и фюрер

Недофюрер
Д`убит шкуры.
Сплошь всевластие подонков:
Люди, прочь! — нужны дублёнки.




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Младость —>
Старость:
Мало кто
Не проходит путь в НИЧТО...


Вариант.

Младость —>
Старость:
Мало кто
Путь в НИЧТО
Не проходит,
И не вроде...




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Раненая птица
Ввысь лететь стремится —
Образ человека
До скончанья века.




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The Main Task of a Person is to learn how to think correctly

"To think right is more valuable than to know much."
— John Locke, 17th century


To THINK the RIGHT way—vital mission,
Else you'll drown in superstition.
Drowned in "knowledge," lost and broken,
Truth distorted, lies unspoken.

Yet intuition cuts through faking,
Lights the path when minds are aching.
Falsehoods crumble, frauds diminish,
Sharper thoughts will help you finish.

Doubt and question—stay demanding,
See how EVIL keeps expanding.
Same old tricks in fresh disguises—
Spot the pattern, no surprises.

Creativity’s the power
Lifting minds from darkness’ tower.
Only truth will rise and glisten,
Lies will rot—no need to listen.



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Goals in Holes, Minds in Drains —
Welcome to This World Insane!

Lies run wild, the trap is set,
Cheese is rotten, cold and wet.
Praise the world? A cruel jest—
Here, Deception rules the rest.



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To Those Left Frozen in the Cold

Frost bites,
Heart tight.
Trapped in lies—
Dark night.

Trash-fed delusions,
TV’s pollution.
Rotten and reeking,
Scoundrels are speaking.



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To the Outsiders

Not from here—if fools and liars
Choke your throat like jagged stones.
When their weight just grows and piles,
And all that’s left is burning scorn...

Off to wander? Maybe leaving?
Or another Hell instead?
Still, your conscience won’t stop grieving,
Still, you loathe each worm you’ve met.

Yet you fight, though filth surrounds you,
Though the madness grips the land.
Drifting on—let waves confound you,
But you never touch the sand.

For the bottom’s where the devil
Rules through lies and endless schemes.
He controls the blind and servile,
Feeding off their rotten dreams.



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To Pour Your Soul Into a Cause…

Pour your soul in—let it shine,
But if clumsy, falls to grime.
Satan’s filth lurks in disguise,
Masked as joy and sweetened lies.

"Kindness," "goodness"—all pretend,
Yet it leads to one dark end.
No ellipsis—mark my call:
Satan’s foulness taints it all.



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The Flight

All is empty if you’re trying
Truth through logic to define.
Heart must weigh the thoughts you’re flying—
Reason’s cold, but soul aligns.

There are visions—truths unspoken,
Melting fast like ice in spring.
Ponder this, let chains be broken,
Take your flight—unfurl your wings.

It’s a flight to Spirit’s mountain,
Yet a fall may lie ahead.
Without intuition’s fountain,
Mind alone may strike you dead.



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Decay

Tiny people, hollow nation,
Chained by fear and fed with lies.
Truth won’t spark their liberation—
Darkness rules, and reason dies.

Ages pass, yet still they follow,
Slaves to Evil, blind and weak.
Fools embrace the chains they swallow,
Lost in nightmares, mute and meek.

Break the chains? The world will shatter.
Ruins left—a grand collapse.
Rot devours, till nothing’s after,
End unfolds in its own traps.



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Animals

Beasts have souls, and minds as well,
Though their thoughts are weak and slow.
Strip the masks from those who dwell
In our world—you’ll see the show.

Not much difference—Earth’s a cage,
Just a realm of beasts refined.
Glimpses tear the false fa;ade,
Show the emptiness inside.

Only those whose minds ignite,
Lift above the herds that stray.
Yet such sparks are rare and slight,
While the madness floods the way.

Thought is scarce, yet nonsense endless—
Cats outthink such fools with ease.
Yet they crown themselves as pillars…
What’s the end? A mind diseased.

Vile and cruel, they taint existence,
Harm both nature and their kin.
Monsters rule with no resistance—
Dawn won’t break this night again.



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Bombed with Lies and Fear

The blast wiped honor, mind, and soul—
A strike of lies, a storm of dread.
Yet “Soldier Zero” stands there whole,
By evil’s law he fights and bled.

He bombs, yet he’s the fallen too—
Corrupt exchange, a tainted game.
And so, for many, blurred and skewed,
The line between the good and shame.

A rotten mess—a stinking mire,
For filth will taint the sweetest well.
No need for war, no need for fire—
Lies alone will cast their spell.

The filth displayed, the wars have spoken,
And cast the world in darker shade.
The souls destroyed? They died unbroken,
For filth within will not degrade.



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Burrows. Blinders. Darkness near.
Truth is fading—choked by fear.
Lies now serve as whip and chain,
Goebbels’ tales seem mild, in vain.

Creatures learn—deceit perfected,
Spewing filth without a flaw.
Rot is set, the end’s projected—
Just a few more years to thaw.

On full speed, the storm is racing,
Bringing ruin, crushing ground.
Dust of man—pathetic, wasting,
Two-thirds fools among the drowned.



--- Total 14 poems. ---