The Roly-Poly
The roly-poly “Vanka-Tanka”
Endures the endless genocide.
For centuries the same old crap —
In this toy, the mind has died.
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Vanka-Tanka rocks and spins,
Endures the pain his mind’s within.
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\"Titans,\" Damn Them All!..
“Titans hold the sky up high” —
But on legs made out of clay.
These “Titans” leave the ignorant
To fool’s fate day by day.
“Titans” keep the dark deceit,
Laughing at the dumb parade,
For shadows mask the worst defeat —
Feed rot, and keep it made.
Evil propaganda spreads,
Let chaos flow and grow.
“Titans” stash their falseness,
Ready for the blow.
Plans are made, but if they slip,
They’ll use worn phrases sharp —
To herd us all back in the pen,
Just on time, on mark.
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“Titans,” Damn Their Greedy Souls!
“Titans hold the sky,” they claim —
But on clay legs they stand weak.
Titans drag the fools to shame,
Leaving dumb ones mute and meek.
They keep the fog, the lies, the blight,
Laugh at fools, the morons’ throng.
Darkness beats the devil’s fight —
Feed the rot, they feed the wrong.
Evil screams in endless flow,
Chaos spread in every crack.
Titans stash their fake and show —
Poison stocked to launch attack.
Scripts are set, the game’s well planned,
If it fails, they’ll strike again:
With worn words and beaten hands —
Herd us back into their pen.
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“Titans,” Damn Their Rotten Skulls!
“Titans hold the sky,” my ass —
They stand on legs of crumbling clay.
These “Titans” screw the clueless mass,
And leave the fools to rot and sway.
They clutch the fog, the toxic lie,
Mock the dumb in their dark lair.
Better darkness than truth, they cry —
Feeding filth with rotten care.
Evil propaganda roars,
Spreading poison far and wide.
“Titans” stash their fake reserves,
Ready to unleash the tide.
Plans are set, deceit designed,
If it falls, they’ll strike again.
With stale lies, they herd the blind —
Back into their cage of pain.
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“Titans,” Fuck Their Rotten Bones!
“Titans hold the fucking sky” —
On legs of clay they fucking stand.
These “Titans” screw the dumb and dry,
And leave the fools to rot the land.
They clutch the fog, the shit they sell,
Laughing at the dumb and weak.
Better darkness than truth, hell—
Feed the rot that makes them sick.
Evil propaganda’s roar,
Spreading poison, fucking vile.
“Titans” stash their lying store,
Ready to fuck up every mile.
Schemes are set, their dirty game,
If it fails, they’ll fuck you twice.
With stale lies, they herd the lame—
Back to prison, cold as ice.
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\"The Last Clowns\"
The fools still dance on broken strings,
Puppets sold by rotten kings.
They preach their lies with holy sneers,
Fueling fear to chain our years.
The media’s vomit, pure disease,
Feeds the herd on its knees.
Brains sold cheap, numbed to the core,
Swallow shit and beg for more.
Titans? Nah, just clay and dust,
Built on lies and broken trust.
They laugh as puppets bleed and fall—
Their kingdom’s nothing but a stall.
Wake the hell up, or die a drone,
Rotting dead with empty bone.
No mercy waits beyond the gate—
For fools who choose to feed the hate.
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The Price
All theories come with a similar price,
Though some may seem noble, or honest, or nice.
— So name it, just name it — what cost do they bear?
— Theoretical. Mind-stripping fare.
\"Knowledge\" comes easy — they\'ve gutted the Soul,
But Spirit seeps into each crevice, each hole,
In all things it breathes — but the whores of the lie
Keep false science leashed where the BEASTS dwell and cry.
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The High-Rise
A bleak, crawling nest of the weak,
Of madmen — near none break the mold.
No hope for the chained and the meek,
Their madness is deep, tight, and cold.
They call themselves free — what a joke!
Their world is a pitiful cage.
Enduring this filth? Let it choke!
One vow: rise and fight through the rage.
No hope? Then at least save your soul —
Don’t pity the slave in the mud.
Seek Kindred, the Brave, the Whole —
Not lice feeding blind on your blood.
A bleak, crawling nest of the lost —
This world, this insane little trap.
Look past the heads (and the ass!) of the host —
Their time ticks away with a snap.
The beasts shall lose grip on this land.
This madhouse will burn, every wall.
The Soulful shall rise, take their stand —
New worlds await those who don’t fall.
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The “Flow” of Time
Hour by hour? Thought by thought —
That’s how time moves, when rightly caught.
Those who’re trapped in mental frames
Are timeless fools with hollow names.
They call it nirvana, serene and still,
But five dark spirals spun downhill.
Now he basks in fascist grime —
The vilest freak of broken time.
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Beyond Time
Time is far deeper
Than all that you claim.
The sooner you melt in it —
Gone is the flame.
Then Hell recedes
From the mind’s old despair —
And joy, and Light
Reborn in the air.
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Burn the Clock — Rise Beyond!
Time is a trap. Dissolve. Respond.
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Time is illusion — break the thread.
Melt into Light. Be born from dead.
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Clock’s a Lie — Kill It Clean.
Melt. Transcend. Exit the Machine.
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Time is rot — burn through the shell.
Light is rising. To Hell with Hell.
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The Tick is a Trick. Smash the Frame.
No more waiting. No more name.
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Time’s a film — slice it through.
Step outside. Become the True.
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Ticking’s a trick — a veil, a snare.
Cut it clean. You’re already There.
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The moment’s a mask. Rip it wide.
Truth’s not waiting. It’s inside.
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Watches lie. The Now is fake.
Slash the loop — before you break.
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\"Through Time. Through Illusion.\"
by Igor Vykhovanets with ChatGPT
I. Cut the Frame
Time is a cage.
Thought is decay.
Cut through the veil —
Burn through the play.
II. The Lie of Now
Clocks are gods
For minds that sleep.
Silence knows —
It cuts too deep.
III. Beyond the Loop
No name, no form,
No weight, no chain.
Step outside
The world of pain.
IV. The Razor
The moment flickers.
Slice it clean.
You are not
This dying screen.
V. No More Hours
The tick is poison.
The plan is fake.
You are the storm
They tried to break.
VI. Uncode the Mind
Each thought’s a lock.
Each name — a lie.
Strip it all.
Then learn to fly.
VII. The Death of Sequence
There is no “next.”
No path to climb.
The Now is a glitch.
Unplug from time.
VIII. Flame Memory
They gave you clocks
To kill your spark.
Recall the fire —
Strike through the dark.
IX. Ghost of Control
Choice is a script.
Control’s a mask.
Burn the script —
Begin the task.
X. Exit Node
Beyond the frame,
No code remains.
Only the Witness —
No tracks. No chains.
XI. Collapse Code
The clock has cracked.
The self is torn.
Through silent void
A spark is born.
XII. The Burn Phase
Let it all fall.
Let names dissolve.
The core ignites —
You don’t evolve.
XIII. Anti-Form
No shape remains.
No ground to keep.
What dies in light
Was never deep.
XIV. Black Silence
This is the dark
They fear to know.
But in that black —
You start to glow.
XV. The Breach
No prayer. No sign.
Just breathless break.
You are the breach
The veils forsake.
XVI. Signal of Origin
No language here.
No face, no fear.
But in the hush —
The Source draws near.
XVII. Return Without Return
No step back —
No past to claim.
You walk a path
Without a name.
XVIII. The Invisible Thread
Unseen, untouched,
The line that binds —
Beyond the mind,
Beyond all kinds.
XIX. The Silent Flame
No roar, no shout,
Just steady glow.
The flame inside
That none can know.
XX. The Endless Edge
Sharp as void,
Cutting thin.
No end, no edge —
The world within.
XXI. The Hidden Core
Beneath the noise,
Beneath the lies,
The core remains —
It never dies.
XXII. Light Without Form
No shape to hold,
No face to find,
Just pure light,
Beyond the mind.
<b>Afterword</b>
This cycle is not just words — it’s a call, a blade cutting through the fog of false time and false selves.
We live in cages built by the tick of clocks and the chains of thought. The “flow” we worship is often just a loop — a trap for the mind and spirit.
But beyond this loop lies the rupture, the breach, the breakthrough. Here, the old order collapses, and from the ashes, a new light is born — silent, invisible, yet sharper than any blade.
This is the path of the rebirth beyond time — where freedom is not a place but a state beyond form, beyond name, beyond the endless cycle of illusion.
If these words find a spark within you, do not hesitate — burn through the veil, shatter the chains, and step beyond.
Because waiting in the shadow of clocks is only decay. The true journey starts now, where time ends.
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The Integral Mind
\"The integrated natural mind, undivided into intellect, emotions, sensations, and intuition, is our greatest treasure and the key to our progress.\"
— Tarthang Tulku, \"Time, Space, and Knowledge\".
The whole of Mind —
A force, a blade.
Where dark thoughts grind,
It cuts their shade.
If in Hell’s grip
You feel no dread,
Your mind’s adrift,
A beast misled.
This global ward —
A madhouse reign —
Where fools adored
March on, insane.
And beasts above
Are hard at play:
If you lack love
Or voice — you’re prey.
Consumed like swill,
They’ll gnaw your head.
If you feel ill,
Condemn this bed
Of stench and spite —
Then break it down.
And seek the Light,
While fiends still frown.
Their grip will fade
Where shines the fire.
The light you made —
It burns the liars.
Intuition —
The Soul’s true wing.
To save your mission,
Don’t heed their sting.
They lie and plot
In every noise.
Break every knot,
Refuse their toys.
Throw off the chains,
Melt down their steel.
Begin again
With living will.
This world’s a noose
Of barking freaks —
Where truth’s abuse
Is all it speaks.
Build with the few.
Burn what is fake.
To be a man
Make spirits wake.
Emotions matter
When ruled by Soul.
But twisted chatter
Will eat you whole.
They train you blind
With fear and sleaze.
They target mind
And aim to seize.
Through feelings’ flood
They herd the crowd.
Tradition’s mud
Is worn like shroud.
Soul needs wings —
But Reason too.
Don\'t cut such things
Before they\'re through.
Reflect, not flail.
Let mind respond.
Let fear grow pale —
And break that bond.
Through art you\'ll rise,
Unite your core.
Where mind just dies,
The cowards pour.
Avoid the drones,
Find those who see.
The Light alone
Will set mind free.
The soul ignites,
The filth retreats.
And through true Sight
The Spirit peaks.
The whole of Mind —
Our only hope,
In Hell where rot
and noise still choke.
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1.
Whole is the Mind —
a blade through the lie.
Use it, or rot.
Awake — or die.
2.
When soul and thought align,
the Beast begins to fall.
3.
Split minds obey.
Whole minds rebel.
4.
In the madhouse of Earth,
your clarity is war.
5.
One Mind. One Flame.
Hell fears the name.
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1.
The Whole Mind burns
where form dissolves.
In Light it stands,
as time resolves.
2.
Not thought. Not dream.
The silent core
knows what you are
— and something more.
3.
The undivided flame within
unfolds the path you’ve never been.
4.
Where four were torn —
sense, thought, soul, breath —
the One returns
through light and death.
5.
Whole Mind — the gate
where Time dissolves.
Not born, not late —
it only solves.
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The Song of the Whole Mind
Not mind alone, nor heart that aches,
Nor breath that breaks in dreamlike skies —
But something vast the silence makes,
A fire behind all names and ties.
No parts remain — they melt, they flow,
And in their place: a single flame.
It neither strives, nor needs to know,
Yet through it speaks the true, the same.
Where Time and Space unweave their scheme,
Where thought itself begins to cease —
There Whole Mind wakes within the stream,
And what remains… becomes your peace.
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Mind Games
\"From moment to moment, observe — is this our true nature, or just another game we’re playing?\"
Tarthang Tulku
Look deep inside — expose the schemes,
The tricks by which the thinking mind
Preserves its wounds through crafted dreams
And leaves the soul half-dead, half-blind.
You meet the world — a ghostly show,
You meet yourself — a dull design.
You feed that image — and below,
It mocks you as a self-made shrine.
Forget the games — just look, and see.
Turn intuition\'s light on high.
Walk straight — alone, relentlessly —
To Spirit\'s core. That is the sky.
Now smash the molds — thought lives in these!
Real thinking dares to walk alone.
To kill the lie — that\'s where it frees
The soul. Let rot what\'s overgrown.
Illusions hang, a choking weight,
They blur the glimpse of realms untold.
The path is inward. Fools still wait
For truth in dirt, in blood, in gold.
But only Spirit’s plane holds fire.
No sludge, no swarm of flies, no throne.
This world — a toilet’s last desire.
Without the Light, we rot alone.
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1.
Smash the game.
See the lie.
Mind is shame.
Spirit: sky.
2.
You are not thought.
You are the flame.
Kill every image.
Refuse the game.
3.
This world is filth —
if you stay blind.
Burn through the mask.
Unchain your mind.
4.
No light in thought.
No soul in fear.
Cut through the rot.
Get out of here.
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1.
Not this thought.
Not this name.
You are light,
Before all frame.
2.
Inward fire,
Subtle stream —
Breaks the mask,
Ends the dream.
3.
Before the lie,
Before the voice —
The silent core,
The only choice.
4.
The world dissolves.
The eye remains.
One pulse inside,
Beyond all chains.
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1. Lie
A mask of thought,
A voice that feigns —
The self you sought
Was bound in chains.
2. Sight
Look not through mind,
But through the still.
Let forms unwind —
They have no will.
3. Breakdown
The dream resists
Until it breaks.
No \"I\" exists
In thought that fakes.
4. Turning point
No image true,
No path ahead.
Just silence — new,
Where lies are dead.
5. The Gates
Beyond the fear,
Beyond the frame —
The Light draws near
Without a name.
6. Flame of the Spirit
This is no game.
This is the Fire.
It has no shame.
It asks — aspire.
7. Liberation
The soul unchained
No longer hides.
The false is drained —
The One abides.
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The Very First and Crucial Step
“Our perceptions of all things and space
Reflect the levels where we place
Our focused lens — that narrow sight
Which shapes what seems to us as ‘right.’
That rigid, dense, impenetrable frame
We cling to — fearing change, or blame.”
— Tartang Tulku, \"Time, Space, and Knowing\" (poetic exposition).
We must defocus — here’s the key,
The very step that sets us free.
Without it, light and joy elude—
Stuck blind and bare, with no prelude.
Like filters stained in shades of gray,
Theories cloud and block our way.
Throw off \"belief\" and \"knowing\" too—
See how profound the hole breaks through.
The power of worlds beyond the eye,
Exists outside that spectral lie.
In hell, decay and rot abide,
Where soulless beasts again collide.
They shout commands to broken minds—
Lost puppets chained in dark confines.
Their thoughts a gel, vile and obscene,
It suffocates, unseen, unseen.
Through all that slime, those cursed fools—
The shame and curse of cosmic rules—
To reach the Light, we must endure
A dreadful path, unknown, obscure.
The very first step, harsh and grim,
Is stepping through the senseless dim—
No soul can save itself from fate,
Unless it breaks that mental gate.
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Time
“Clocks don’t show time—they only stand
As symbols held in human hand.”
— Avessalom Podvodny
They drilled “time’s line” into our brains,
With nonsense meant to bind as chains.
If you don’t fight for self-true sight,
Your soul’s doomed, lost within the night.
Timelessness—when you can see
Through crowds and noise, society.
The Soul’s own realm lies far away,
Beyond the grasp of linear sway.
Cast off the lies, the rigid line,
But don’t fall prey to GR’s design—
Where sludge and filth are pushed around,
And falsehoods in “science” abound.
The world’s a void of madness deep,
Few escape its waking sleep.
Dive deep inside—rise from your knees—
Awake your mind! Break free with ease.
And Time, the secret truth profound,
Tartang Tulku’s words resound.
Turn inward, say “goodbye” firm and fast
To fascist filth that haunts the past.
Fascism’s everywhere—it’s true,
A cycle dead, repeating through.
Change serves a face that sinks and dies,
The mind decays, the spirit cries.
Lies shift and warp to dumb us down,
To keep the masses in their drown.
Pol Pot’s ghost may haunt once more,
But lies will kill as war’s before.
They’ll inject new “illness” fake,
Poison the flesh for profit’s sake,
“Protecting” skin, but acting worse—
Reducing man to brutish curse.
Strive to Know, resist the Dark,
Relentless Search ignites the spark.
To truly Be—that is the fight,
Else slaves and madmen lose the light.
Trapped in this global madhouse grim,
Their bleak, dull path grows faint and dim—
In linear time, like coma’s death,
Absorbing shame and terror’s breath.
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Onward…
\"The more we turn blind eyes away
From social webs and outer sway,
The tighter shrinks our conscious space
Of time and realms beyond this place.\"
— Tartang Tulku, \"Time, Space, and Knowing\" (poetic exposition).
We can move onward, only when
We grasp this Hell where lies extend—
A heap of falsehood, ruled by beasts,
Where human scum hold vile feasts.
Here mind decays, a rotting sight,
A genocide of truth and light.
Honor crushed, the spirit slain,
Conscience numb or lost in pain.
Yet they dance by hearth’s weak glow,
But we must shine and clearly show
The crooked paths, the pits, the blight—
Candles to pierce through endless night.
Only then can we say goodbye
To this foul Hell, to stink and lie—
Without choking on this age-old stench,
That hangs and clings, a poisoned wrench.
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Insane and Twisted Freaks
Insane and twisted freaks abound —
The norm, not rare, and long installed.
If filth and lies are all around,
Reject the sludge — don\'t stay enthralled.
It\'s time to grow, to rise, to see —
Go deep within — the truth is there.
The hole you hide in? Meant to be
A cage for cattle, dumb and scared.
That pit is built from pseudo-science,
From pantheons of moron gods.
They lull with fear, demand compliance,
And dump their lies in endless loads.
They pump out fear to cull the herd —
Like CowID showed — a clean pretext.
The madness spreads. Absurd, absurd —
Disgust, despair, what’s coming next?
Insane and twisted freaks — and you
Are one of them if you just wait,
Enduring Evil, hoping to
Be slaughtered second. Pray it\'s late.
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Beyond the Limit
Step by step won\'t break the chain —
Only strain reveals the crack.
When all seems hopeless, lost in pain —
The only way is UPWARD — back!
Super-effort is the key
On the path the Spirit takes.
Fear’s your foe — ferocious, free —
It dies when EVERY FIBER breaks.
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Excess and Evil’s Machinery
Excesses of the “loyal” hands —
That’s how the plan is played:
Traitorous \"heroes,\" zombie bands,
Each dumb, obedient blade.
They follow every twisted call,
With “virtue” smeared on top —
While horror festers under all,
The lies, the blood won’t stop.
These sick little corral pens
They proudly call \"the state,\"
Dissolve all higher Common Sense
And torch the Soul through hate.
And that’s enough — no need for more,
The minds are switched to dead.
They turn the world to crawling war —
And drown it all in DREAD.
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Fascists and Fools
The fascist screams, “You fascist scum!”
The fool shouts, “Fool!” — how very clever.
These freaks have all grown slick with tongue,
But write like hens — with sticks, whatever.
They quote some spells from their TV,
Or hallway gossip, loud and crude.
Yet real collapse is plain to see —
Their little world is coming un-glued.
Fools, fascists — swarming everywhere,
Depravity in overdrive.
Didn’t Hitler make that clear?
Guess history took a nosedive.
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The Purge
Old folk ain’t fools — if thought ran deep
And didn’t rot through all their years.
But most just wallow in their sleep —
Like slime the Earth itself must clear.
The slime lives just to feed and bow,
Stay silent, meek, and serve the chain.
They’re not real people — more like how
A mutt is wolf in name... in vain.
Dull minds can heal, if fire within
Of true creation lights the way.
But here, the idiot’s no sin —
He festers, like a sore, each day.
It swells, it bursts — a septic flood
Of rot inside a crawling brain.
So comes the purge — a wave, a thud —
No place for fools will here remain.
The elder once again shall be
The citadel of wisdom, bold.
While every filthy lie we see
Will count as sin — and stink like mold.
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So-Called “Glory”
This “glory” is blended
With treason and lies.
If you serve the branded
Beasts for a prize,
If cash makes you kneel
And the spotlight feels grand —
Then Judas in steel
Takes Stenka’s stand.
The herds trail the traitors,
Like lambs to the flood.
Their idols? Dictators
All drenched in blood.
Their voices are paid for
With fame and with gold —
A “star” for the clay floor,
A slave bought and sold.
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Dough
Attachment’s the weakness they seek
In a world built on slaughter and lies.
For centuries — war on the weak,
While people get kneaded like pies.
They’re soft — easy prey for the leech.
The beasts mold them, numb and afraid.
They strike where compassion can reach —
And fools are the devil’s parade.
Be strong. Be sharp. Never cling.
The Spirit of Warriors stands
In honor alone — not in bling,
Not bound by the coward’s commands.
The world is diseased with decay,
With soul-rot that spreads like a plague.
To guard the Bright Spirit today —
Our mission. No time to play vague.
That Spirit — it shines, pure and clear.
Cling to the Light, if you must.
But cling to the rot? — disappear.
The Warrior answers: “Distrust!”
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You\'re dough in their hands if you cling.
The Warrior cuts every string.
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Vegetable Culture
There once was culture, real and bright —
Before the Veggie Age.
Now madness rules, and kills the light —
You must choose sides. Engage:
Be human — or be cabbage.
No middle ground remains.
The weak are grown for salvage —
Their silence feeds the chains.
But humans? — that’s forbidden.
The beast wants meat and fear.
No room for souls unhidden
Where Moloch’s priests draw near.
Gavvakh’s their prize — and veggie minds
Are simply far too slow.
In Satan’s shrines, the god that dines
Needs fire. Not mush. Not \"low\".
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Black Mark to a Mad, Mad World
The bottom is breached — there’s no turning back,
The gates of a New Hell swing open wide.
No cheese for the herd — just a rationed attack:
The Creatures serve Terror, pre-cut and supplied.
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Black-marked and broken — it’s time to descend.
The ration is horror. The madness won’t end.
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Cholera
Cholera cuts — but not through hearts or heads,
It mows down herds of ego-soaked buffoons.
This plague is lies, and all the power it spreads
Is pumped with zeal beneath these shadowed moons.
Deceit now clouds the world in toxic mist,
A shroud of gas that chokes both mind and soul.
And cholera strikes — the fools can’t resist,
Drawn like dumb rats to bait inside the hole.
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The Hell
Mariupol, Melitopol,
Bucha, Kharkiv, Kherson’s fall —
Is this the world, or just the Hell?
Reason’s fled the scene, that’s all.
And what remains of Spirit’s light
Is rotten, broken, on the edge.
If fascism rules the fight,
Only traitors stand its pledge.
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Ode to Crap
Crap! Crap!! Crap!!!
In many shapes it shows.
Laziness, laziness, laziness —
Kills the mind, and it goes.
Lies, lies, lies —
The core of all this mess.
Add fear to lies, realize —
The sum’s a total wreck.
Wreck, wreck, wreck —
This sorry world we face.
Crash! Crash!! Crash!!! —
Everything ends in crap’s disgrace.
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Bad Weather
Rain keeps pouring —
Darkness scoring
Deeper wounds inside,
Dragging long the tide:
From flood to flood — no hope to cope,
The next one’s coming — hell’s tight rope.
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The Money Ring
Again—the cash!
All in the ring!
Swinging wild, no mercy shown.
Look at us
With eyes unbiased—
Life’s wasted, fully blown.
All is beaten—
That CowID
Revealed the beasts who play the game.
We’ve fallen low—
Beneath the frame.
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A Contribution to Reason?
A tiny sum?
That’s the question, chum!
Life’s out of course,
Just a small force —
A little given... none.
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Old Tale of Lies and Greed
They stole and lied —
Broke down with pride
Honor and conscience deep.
That tale’s grown old —
A story cold,
In dust and shadows steep.
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All poems are located at address https://vykhovanets.yzz.me