Сад на дрова

И с каждым годом всё труднее
Развеять ложь, ведь дебилизм
Растёт, становится подлее,
Наглей ТВАРЬЁ, гоня мир Вниз.




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Сад на дрова

"И дым отечества нам сладок и приятен!"
Александр Грибоедов.


Скудные душою:
Хлеба, зрелищ им!
Всё вокруг простое —
Словно едкий дым.

Дым терзает душу
Словно ДэДэТэ.
Никого не слушай —
Дьявол на кресте:

Принимать Безумие,
Всё терпеть — уволь!
С детства скудоумие
Прививают в голь.

Сторонись тех "саженцев"
И один ЦВЕТИ:
В чуждый сад посажены —
Чтоб дрова нести.

Подожжёт сад скоро
Солнце: едкий дым
Всё отравит. Впору
ДУМАТЬ — и чёрт с ним!



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TNT Equivalent of "Ideas"

A bullet’s blind, but "ideas"
Strike with force and sharp precision.
Now enslaved are all, defeated,
By a horde of blind submission.

For generations, we've been taught
Foolish lies to keep us caught,
Torn away from what the Soul
Whispers, trying to keep us whole.

But for madmen, "thoughts" bring healing—
Madness stronger, more appealing.
Floods of nonsense drown the wise;
Trust the LIARS—you’re despised.

Hear your Soul and doubt the preaching,
See how Evil keeps repeating.
In those "truths" its cycle shows—
And you’ll know their worth is close to zero.



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Olympics in London

CowID agenda—
It must be displayed!
The same old "defenders"
Work hard, undismayed.

Their duty? To warn us,
To spread it beforehand,
No riddles to warn us,
No twists—just a plain hand.

The hag, grim and clever,
Declared with no shame:
"A new age—forever...
The drama's endgame!"



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To Fall or Not to Fall?

To survive, to play it right—
Fall to Hell, embrace the night.
Better yet—just chase the throne,
Serve the SHADOWS, not your own.

Fade away—or dare to shine,
Speak your soul, let wisdom climb!



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A World Distorted by False Science

A twisted world, a broken view—
False "science" makes it seem so true.
Its goal? To raise a mindless fool,
And if you trust—you're just a tool.

They feed you lies, erase the Soul,
Blind the world—divide, control.
Their scholars bow to those who rule,
Deceitful servants—cunning, cruel.

See the beasts, their minds confined,
Like Pavlov’s cattle, trapped, resigned.
Faith in falsehood shapes their fate—
Marching dumb to science fake.

Truth is gone—who needs the proof?
Dogma reigns—no need for truth.
Reason lost, they heed the call—
Two-legged beasts devour it all.



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Pskov Paratroopers in Ukraine, 2014

Pskov’s troops went rolling in,
Crossed the line in wool and tin.
"Just a break," they said—"Alright,
What a perfect place to fight!"

Shooting’s fun—until you fall,
Bullets don’t ask names at all.
"Leaders" lie with all their might,
Turn the TV—see the sight:

"Nazis here, a threat so grand!"
Pure deceit—a sleight of hand.
Thus were born the brainwashed horde,
Slaves to lies, to "Z" adorned.



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Petro Poroshenko

Poroshenko, years ahead,
Was a creep—enough was said.
Lies and filth—his heart's delight,
And the mob just cheered him bright.

Mob or people? What's the score?
When they vote a boxer—mob.
Trash floats higher—rules the floor,
Freedom? Never. Just a fob.

Yet that trash is pre-arranged
Not by crowds, but those unseen.
From the lineup, fools deranged
Choose the liar they call king.



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Tokyo Olympics

Games postponed, yet here they stand,
Masked-up "athletes" on demand.
Even Orwell, sharp and keen,
Never guessed this wild scene.

CowID rules—absurd, extreme,
Darker than a nightmare’s dream.
Minds are buried, reason’s gone,
Sheep-lined world—marching on.



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Sleep Deprivation Kills

Lack of sleep is worse than pain,
Drains your mind with each new strain.
Step by step, as strength declines,
Dreams will fade, lost to time.

Rest enough—don’t push too hard,
Creativity’s a spark
Only lit when you’re renewed,
Bringing change with power true.



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The Allegory of Show Jumping

A horse of grace, a fool astride,
Yet for the crowd, he’s praised with pride.
But time will come—just wait and see,
He’ll take the fall—inevitably.

The world’s a course, absurd and grim,
Its folly neither new nor dim.
Riders hollow, cold as stone—
The BEASTS rejoice—they're on the throne.



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;A Garden for Firewood

"The homeland’s smoke is sweet and bright!"
— A. Griboedov

Souls run empty, cold inside—
Bread and circuses provide.
All they see is dull and grim,
Like the stench of choking brim.

Smoke, like poison in the air,
Burns the heart beyond repair.
"Bow to madness, bear it all!"
Fools are taught since they are small.

Shun the "saplings"—grow alone,
Blossom in the wild, unknown.
Planted there to fuel the flame,
They will burn—to ash, to shame.

Soon the sun will set it right,
Fire rising, smoke in flight.
Let it smother—let them choke,
Time to think—forget the smoke!



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;With Every Year

With every year, the task grows tough,
To clear the lies, to call their bluff.
As ignorance spreads, it grows more vile,
And beasts grow bolder, worse in style,

Driving the world to depths below—
The lies, the fools, they steal the show.



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To Drag and Keep

Drag them down, don’t let them rise,
Pull again, with bitter lies.
To deceive, without a care—
That’s the mark of those in power’s snare.



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Rest for Body, Rest for Mind

Rest the body, rest the mind,
Honor Nature, you will find
That when you push yourself too hard,
Your goals will fade, your strength will guard.



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The Scum of Real Shadow Power

"Free press" is silenced, all of it tight,
In the CowID era, spreading false light.
Politicians-clowns — no power to wield,
Just scum beneath, with nothing to yield.



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The Corrupt "Subculture"

Editors, chief,
Ministry's belief—
All are for sale,
A twisted tale.
In Evil's wheel,
When skins reveal.



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The End of the World

We draw the line:
The world’s decline,
And all will fall into the flame,
For two-thirds are blind to shame.
Soullessness spread like a disease—
And we, in truth, are none but fleas.



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Propaganda

Stop! It's trash—
Beasts' loud clash!
That’s the media,
Believe it? Fool, you are.



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Zombie Warriors

The macho rides
Towards his foe.
Who’s the enemy?
The media will show!



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Versification

The opening line must strike with might—
Then all the verse will burn so bright.
Or at the least, stay true, sincere—
Without that fire, none will hear.



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News of the Coming Digital Chaos—Or Rather, a Camp

Honor or bread—
Soon the test.
Hear the news:
World's a mess.



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Fatigue

Drained out—
No doubt,
Fire’s out.
Wait till
Strength returns,
Then fight and burn—
If you’ve got will.



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"Sages"

These "yard-born sages," wise and grand,
Think like sheep—don’t understand.
Led on leashes, blind, they go,
Slaughter-bound by those they know.



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Two Paths

"Life’s no field to simply cross."
— Old proverb

Crossing life like field so wide?
Just jump in place—enjoy the ride.
Dare to walk beyond, go far?
The mob will call you a fool, bizarre.



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Changes

What comes next?
It’s hard to tell...
In plain words—
A fool as well.



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Fencing

A dulled-off blade, yet swift it flies.
The first to strike—the first who's right.
As for the one who bravely dies?
Forgotten soon by cautious might.



--- Total 27 poems. ---