To the Light
Hour by hour, Evil grows harsher
For the our Spirit in marcher.
Cretinism spreads, a darkened schism—
And so all around, we see fascism.
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Swine Paradise
Party. Fun. A wild delight.
Boredom gnaws through every night—
Vodka, music, endless play,
Just a dried-up cake of clay:
Thoughts have crumbled, soaked in booze,
Moldy crusts my mind did choose.
Dreamt I woke in heaven’s glow—
But a swine\'s dumb face did show.
Only fools and gluttons gain
\"Heaven’s gates\" through gluttony’s reign:
Eat, indulge, and take your fill,
Grab it all—consume at will!
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Transnistria
The world’s far end:
Cold, forlorn, no friend.
A ruthless rule, its fury old,
A tyranny of iron mold.
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Deceptions and fake countries
The wheel of lies with evil\'s core,
Its axis forged in Titan lore,
Keeps spinning, seeking victims new,
For the _Goat of All World to chew.
These _CREATURES reign through ancient lies,
Their venom taints both weak and wise.
Fake diseases grips the feeble mind,
While banners wave for wars designed.
\"Different\" \"countries\" clash and fight,
Their colors blaze to blind the sight.
And we deserve this fate we see—
Dull stumps, a vast majority.
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Mass \"culture\", or King of the Heap
Entertainments is disgrace,
If it mind and soul erase.
Fool takes pride his filthy place—
King of Garbage Heap, he \"reigns\".
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Ashes of a Shameful World
The candle burns,
For light is gone.
A mind that churns
Writes ramblings on.
And yet, you see,
It\'s nothing new:
The void will spree
To weave its crew.
Such is this world—
From lie to lie,
Where tyrants curled
Are glorified.
To leave a mark
In verse or deed—
This lights the dark,
Our only creed.
Shame\'s ashes flare,
This base abyss—
A gateway where
Damnation twists.
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\"Happiness\"
Should you chase \"happiness\" too blindly,
You\'ll awake one day, unkindly,
Trapped in snares that hold you fast—
Fools are steered by beasts amassed.
They will ride, with sweet deception,
Promising joy and pure perfection.
When the feast divides, there\'s naught—
Few can grasp what\'s truly wrought.
Since our childhood, minds are tainted:
\"World is bright and fine,\" it\'s painted.
Yet, to find that fabled treasure
Amidst misfortunes is the measure.
Woes are crafted, all contrived—
Madmen fail to see they\'ve thrived.
\"Happiness\" within them lies,
Sharpened stones to test the wise.
For so few will truly mature;
This harsh truth remains obscure.
Look around, stare close and see—
Immaturity\'s vast sea.
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Propagandists and Police
A nasal drone of endless lies
Pours into slaves’ distracted ears.
While watchful cops, with eager eyes,
Defend the chains and stoke the fears.
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Like \"Rolling Blackouts\"
The \"fan\" has failed—dark hours loom,
Cold bites, no warmth to chase the gloom.
A foolish land, beneath dogs\' reign—
A pack unmatched in spite and pain.
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CowID and \"crisis\" \"сrews\"
Crisis team,
Command in place:
World’s corpse dream,
\"Living\" trace.
Guard it close from all dissension,
To ensure its decomposition.
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The Mind’s Gangrene
The gangrene’s rot consumed the mind,
Three-fourths of reason lost, confined.
And Russia fell beneath them all,
Where fools on fools their ranks enthrall.
The bottom proved by CowID and war,
By lies that cripple evermore.
Three-fourths of folks, deceit has stained,
Their hollow heads with falsehoods chained.
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Fools, Both Rustic and Modern
\"It snowed and snowed across the land,
Through all its reaches.
A candle burned upon the stand,
A candle burned…\"
But no, it wasn’t just a flame—
The chandelier was blazing!
The executioner’s glasses gleamed,
Their sharpness truly dazing\".
Alexander Galich, \"In Memory of Pasternak\", 1966
No need for hangmen now, you see—
Just triple all the lies,
And fools will rush, quite zealously,
To build camps where truth dies.
A modern Camp will soon arise—
How very high-tech!
A \"People\" with dull, vacant eyes
Will bow beneath its wreck.
The rustic fools once cried for whips,
A priest, a spy, a guard;
Their heirs now digitize their scripts,
Oppression masked, yet hard.
CowID, war—a madhouse grows,
The chaos ever crueler.
The masses molded into crows—
Here Hell shall be the ruler.
Perhaps a global cataclysm
Will cleanse and start anew,
But for now, blunt fascism
Bites fools with venom \"true\"...
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The Tragicomedy of Perception
\"Life is a tragedy for those who feel and a comedy for those who think.\"
— Jean de La Bruyère, 17th century
This tragicomedy is Plight —
A thought without a feeling’s dry,
No warmth of passion, not a spark,
But feel too much — you\'re bound to lie.
Awake, a fool, in endless dreams,
To strike the balance. We hav\'t chance,
Because the earth is lost in schemes,
Drowned deep in shabby decadence.
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Answer
\"Man is a rational creature, yet this does not apply to mankind.\"
— Raymond Aron.
Are you rational or not?
Give yourself the honest thought.
For the crowd, with blind decree,
Leads the way to misery.
Fools march forward, rank and file,
Soon to tread their final mile.
To the \"New Camp\" they will stray,
Where no labor marks decay—
Only \"care\" will bring the end:
One quick jab, they will pretend
You’re no foe to slaves they breed.
Will Bedlam grasp this twisted creed?
No, and Raymond Aron’s right:
Rotting is the law they write.
Monsters rule, and thus we see—
Soon the Mind shall cease to be.
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Pseudo-Life
\"We\'ve divided life from death and filled the gap between them with fear. Yet life without death does not exist.\"
Jiddu Krishnamurti
There is no life, nor death, just fear—
A shadow stretching far and near.
Believe the soul that mourns in plight:
This world is dust, bereft of light.
From dust to dust, all dreams confined,
A pseudo-life for humankind.
But soon the Sun will pierce the shade—
To free the souls in darkness swayed.
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Distrust \"nature\"
\"Man\'s biological nature is such, that reason cannot always guide his behavior.\"Raymond Aron.
Distrust \"nature\" — on fools she plays,
Her rest lies in their flaws concealed.
The world is mad, and not in jest;
When Spirit falls, the Abyss is revealed.
It\'s not cold reason that inspires,
But Spirit pure that leads us through.
Though now you burn in hellish fires,
Stand strong in Spirit, not subdue.
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Like \"homeland\"
\"The Motherland hears,
The Motherland knows,
Her son in the clouds,
Where he flies, where he goes\".
Evgeny Dolmatovsky, 1950.
But \"Motherland\" now feels a shadowed disguise,
Its truth just a thought, fading under the skies.
The world is in madness,
A fascist refrain,
\"Homeland\" now echoes
In camps full of pain.
A fragile old barrack
Attentive it seems,
If lies find their balance
To cradle our dreams.
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The way \"up\"
Piter’s dad is a math PhD,
But in life, he’s as soft as can be.
While the dimwits, so sly and pragmatic,
Climb to the \"top\" through chaos dramatic.
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The hopeless world
The world at its end:
So bleak, diar friend.
No hope to pursue:
To hope is to rue.
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The best assistant in the Hell
Madness lends its aid.
The soul may start to fade,
But that\'s the smallest care—
Hell\'s simple in its snare.
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Do not reason?
Do not reason? -
Have a prison:
Get a \"five\",
If not live.
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The Bespectacled and Their Crafted \"Isms\"
The professor’s full of empty chatter,
Yet the essential slips his gaze.
Our Souls, the heart of every matter,
Are trampled in his cold-eyed ways.
He clings to atheistic blather
Or feigned religion’s hollow creed.
Both lead to chaos. \"Isms\" gather
And drag the world to darker deeds.
The Spirit’s wiped from false convictions—
Their \"science\" seeks to blur the lines.
A pastime born of contradictions,
It plagues us, hollow, by design.
This \"science\" now a sickness festers;
Its cure, though urgent, none allow.
For those who pay will shun dissenters
And, tyrant-like, suppress the how.
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Building Bedlam
A sense of safety,
We must dismiss,
To cloud all Clarity,
And build Abyss.
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The \"mindset\" of a degrader
Bones unbroken,
Muscles slack,
Yet my \"thoughts\"
Stay on track:
Grab a larger slice and thrive—
In this world, the slim do not survive.
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The Darlings of the Global Rotten Play,
or Tolerasty and HUMUSism
\"Humanitarian ideals abound,\"
They preach, but lies their core surround.
Just empty slogans, falsely pure—
Obedience cloaked as overture!
The days of CowID made it clear,
What this \"humusism\" holds dear.
Through tolerasty, like a worm,
You\'ll squirm and serve a fascist term.
But those who stand, unbowed, apart,
Pose danger to this humus art.
The \"humus people,\" dulled and weak,
Fall deep into a cretin\'s streak,
Like cushions catching flames\' descent,
To soften blows that fires sent.
Oh, darlings of the global fraud,
Where lies and cowardice applaud!
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Darkness
Shame and vile, the air feels grim,
Satan rules where God in dream.
Not a people, but a herd,
Smart minds stifled, dreams deferred.
Press of fools cuts deep inside,
No light pierces dark’s divide...
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Rams and Their New Armor
Our armor’s strong, our tanks are swift in motion,
A mad commander drives us to the fray.
And spirits flow like water — such devotion,
To die for nothing, eager anyway.
For nothing — yes, to slaughter fools, they’re sending,
We do not know the cause, nor question why.
Each generation meets the same grim ending,
Like lambs to slaughter, led by beasts, we die.
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Total Evil
\"Change\" arrives—a veil of lies,
The world now teems with fear and noise.
Betrayal thrives, and truth denies,
While fragile Souls meet their demise.
The mind, subdued and stripped of grace,
Becomes the toy of darkened schemes.
With each new generation\'s race,
The intellect sheds weight, it seems.
And soullessness, now commonplace,
Declared the norm with zealous pride.
CowID revealed its heartless face,
While Shame is broadcast far and wide.
The soulless bask in Evil\'s reign,
Its grip extends where none can flee.
No shelter shields from growing pain—
If blind and deaf, you’re lucky, see...
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Askew and Ajar
With scarce reaction I will greet
The so-called \"change\" that days reveal.
They\'re bleak. And Prophets I not meet —
The time for idiots to kneel.
Bend your own path with stubborn hand,
And pin your hopes on blindest chance.
Yet chance, that trickster, roams the land
To leave things askew in its grim dance.
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The World of Filth and Its Negative Selection
Awareness of slavery —
The first step from this Mire.
Tyranny dulls the bravery,
Crushes almost all fire.
With a mob of fools to guide,
It\'s easy to command.
By selecting those who lie,
And slaughter by their hand.
Ugliness rules the councils,
Brutes in power prevail.
Few noble souls hold balances,
In any sphere, they fail.
This thinning line of virtue,
Pressed by lies and decay,
Fades under devil\'s virtue,
As darkness takes the day.
Generations, deformed,
Fall as beasts, step by step.
The rot deepens, transformed —
What remains but regret?
Once you see, don’t enable
Schemes of beasts; make a stand.
Block their lies, if you’re able,
Keep your Spirit at hand.
Soulless beasts and their masses,
Caught in deceitful tides,
Will perish as time passes,
When catastrophe strikes.
And this reckoning’s nearing,
No, it’s already here.
No need for corpses leering,
Unburied graves draw near.
Let the dead fill the earth’s maw,
But the Spirit takes flight.
Gather strength for this last law,
If you\'re still in the Light.
Renew your Soul through vision,
Let it guide your ascent.
Break away indecision,
Cut loose what’s hell-bent.
Sever ties with the ballast,
Prepare wings to unfold.
For today marks the malice —
And their doom lies foretold.
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Propagandists and the Hollow Crowd
Boldly we will spread deception,
Sold our souls at youth’s inception.
Those with honor never dare
Turn the crowd to fools... or snare?
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Puppet Regimes of Tiny Banana Pseudo-States
The broth is thin, the stakes are low,
The bottom’s near, and off we go.
Wax your skis, prepare to slide —
The abyss waits on every side.
But here’s the catch: the tale\'s the same
In bigger lands with grander names.
The broth turns sour, the rot sets in,
Most drink despair, a bitter sin.
Few will rise, resist the game,
In this grotesque world of shame.
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The Brainwashed
They march ahead, the creatures’ creed,
Disguised as kindness, pure deceit.
Corrupting hearts, they sow the seed
Of lies beneath deception’s sheet.
A chosen few see through the haze,
This shallow world, both cruel and grim.
But scorn is heaped on those who gaze,
For Satan reigns as idol dim.
Yet veiled it lies in honeyed guise,
A mix of nonsense, vile and grim.
The devil’s rule grows bold, defies —
Thus spreads fascism’s vicious hymn.
Reject the lies, forge thoughts anew,
Though stress may rise, stand firm, confess.
By doing so, you’ll save the true
And fragile soul of weightless press.
Six grams they claim, by falsehoods bound,
Yet Reason knows it holds the All.
Forsake the crowd, its wailing sound —
Find your own path, and heed the call.
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True Love
A man and woman lose their way,
Obsessed with bonds that lead astray.
They shrink their lives to just one frame,
Destroying essence, fanning flames.
The truth is clear, though oft ignored:
Love\'s not just lust, it holds much more.
For generations, blind, they stray,
And strengthen beasts who rule the day.
If love were true, if hearts were whole,
The world would not in darkness roll.
But now, beneath a cruel regime,
We drown in hate — a fascist dream.
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The Endless Stream of Meaningless Decay
The \"truth\" once clear has turned to haze,
Reborn as nonsense in its ways.
Delusions mocked, yet still they stay,
Within our souls\' chaotic fray.
What’s the cause? It’s blind belief,
A tool they wield to mask the thief.
The bold few think, the rest obey,
A shepherd leads the herd astray.
What he declares, they call their creed,
Oppose him? Punishment’s decreed.
The daring few endure the pain,
Unbowed, they rise against the chain.
For sense they seek where lies are sown,
And claim their reason as their own.
Through toil they shape their minds anew,
Though pointless work—it serves the few.
Not for the herd this labor’s worth,
But for the bold who prove their birth.
Their joy is found in pages vast,
Where kindred spirits meet at last.
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So-Called \"Education\"
A schooling in delusion\'s art,
And nonsense wrapped in pompous guise,
Passed on to each new mind and heart,
To keep the world beneath disguise.
With lies adorned, then sugarcoated,
And dusted lightly with deceit,
The basest folly, once promoted,
Becomes a “breakthrough” most elite.
The \"higher realms\" of thought proclaimed,
Yet bribes and lies hold tight the reigns,
While souls are shackled, bent, and maimed—
This is the “order” preordained.
And so, the bitter truth\'s concealed,
With sweetness masking wounds unhealed.
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The Easy Pseudo-Life of a \"Fool\"
Mad folly breaks the chains
Of servitude and dread.
It spills like ink-stained rains,
A bridle turned to thread.
A mind soaked in this brew
Sees shackles turn to play.
False knowledge, folly\'s hue—
And worlds are born each day.
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Independent Search
\"Knowledge\"—a force:
For the dim, of course...
For the wise, it’s seeking truth,
Finding worth in this frail world’s course,
If you face the Spirit’s proof.
If the questions that you ponder
Find their answers in your soul,
Among the rare, the true, you’ll wander,
Breaking free from blind control.
But should \"knowledge\" lure your being—
Deceit’s rubble waits ahead.
With the fools you\'ll find agreeing,
Trusting lies that beasts have spread.
Science twisted, truth perverted,
Media’s rot: a stinking sham.
Use your mind, with spirit girded,
And no one will call you damned.
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The Herd’s Truth
Will silence bring the truth to light?
Not a chance! Come, Chaos, fight!
Hey, you dimwits, fall in line —
Grab your brew, it’s battle time!
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The All-Conquering Troop
Mastered games,
Faked the science —
Troop of fame,
Twisted alliance.
Bright in spirit, lone ascension —
Widespread moral decomposition.
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The \"Grace\" of Total Lies
\"All is calm, a sweet delight\"...
Yet to me, it feels contrite.
I\'ll expose the Filth in sight,
And end the reign of lying light!
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A Comparison of English and Russian Readers
The English reader shines far brighter,
While \"Russian world\" is but a curse.
For poets, \'tis no friend but blighter —
A broken idol, worse and worse.
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The Lowest Ranks of Worldly Rule
\"In the prison\'s social hierarchy, established in the 1960s, there are four main casts (\'ranks\') among inmates: the thieves (\'blacks\'), the common men (\'grays\'), the collaborators (\'reds\'), and the outcasts (\'blues\').\"
— Valery Abramkin, \"Prison Subculture\"
The crisis of \"power\"—a rank debased!
Servants of beasts in fawning disgrace.
They stir up passions in stinking airs,
Fools believe in their empty snares.
Orders come from depraved shadows\' might,
The gray cardinal stays out of sight.
No jest remains, the world descends,
A pit with no bottom, where reason ends.
Here, sheep are led by goatish guides,
To ruin’s cliff, where deceit resides.
The talking heads on every screen
Proclaim their lies in polished sheen.
\"Presidents,\" \"ministers,\"—titles grand,
Yet emptier words one cannot withstand.
The misty world sees but a few
Who glimpse the rot beneath the view.
Convince the fool? A hopeless cause—
He trusts the lies, ignores the flaws.
Soft they weave their deceitful thread,
Only to snare with lies unsaid.
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Endless Slavery
Get to work, you fools, and hurry!
Not the rats in suits or jury,
Not the spies or schemers hollow,
Not the media’s mad to follow—
Work for crumbs and shaky shelters,
“By God’s will!”—or so they tell us.
Bow and break until you’re dying,
Truth ignored, with fools complying.
Never grasping all the LYING:
To the rulers, sheep’s worth buying.
Sheared and slaughtered, just like cattle,
That’s all nations in this battle.
Monsters rule us, servile masses,
Politicians kiss their asses.
Bribed or blackmailed—slimy dealings,
Anger boils past all concealing.
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SOCIALIST CAMP
For some scraps and shelter grim,
We’ve replaced our God with him.
To the Party, all our cheers—
Genius towering through the years!
As for stinking dissidents,
Blind to \"glorious\" events,
Lock them up! It’s less a strain
When we’re free of whiners\' pain.
Paradise on Earth we’ll make,
If we give twice what we take.
For now, behold our grand Camp’s fame—
Its flag so soaked in blood and shame.
...
...
Yes, the truth is drenched in gore,
Not for progress, less for more.
Communism feeds on killing,
Its defeat? A wishful billing.
Plans arise in beasts once more,
Sheep will bow to evil’s roar.
They’ll erect a mega-Camp—
A crimson cross on white, blood-damped.
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The main questions
Ask the questions that truly matter,
Let the answers of others scatter—
It\'s not the answers but questions, see,
That unravel life\'s mystery.
In \"knowledge,\" distortions creep,
Spawned by fiends in shadows deep,
Crafted lies to keep us bound,
In the dark, where truth\'s not found.
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The Rise of Evil
Cold and hunger, endless strife,
And the Crone with Scythe in life.
Such are prospects fate will give,
If you dream \"to happily live.\"
In this Hell, don’t turn away—
Fight the Monstrosity’s sway.
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Politicians
A spiteful clown stands to the right,
A super-villain’s on the left.
\"Just scoundrels!\" someone shouts outright,
But scoundrels, too, are job-bereft.
The stagehand brings a script anew,
To hand it out for all to read.
The wretches spout absurd untrue,
And crush the \"people\" with their creed.
If war’s the act, the stage’s aflame,
They\'ll spark it fast—it’s all the rage.
And \"Global Madhouse\" earns its name,
As neighbors clash in savage rage.
The flames will cool. Another clown,
Approved by Evil, takes his place.
Once more, the crowd is tranced, spellbound,
By lies they wear as truth’s embrace.
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Geometric Games with
Shifting Minus into Plus, etc.
A fixed idea—Axis X,
And Y is Fooll Corrupted Press.
On this flat plane, thought’s lost its flex—
Madness is Z. What games? Confess!
All \"upward\" flows, engulfed by night:
The crags, the peaks, the hills, the gullies.
And \"downward\"?—What remains of light
Is drowned in moonshine\'s wretched follies.
They’re silent—how can Sense withstand
The drivel smothering the nation?
Dishonor spirals, hand in hand—
The world rots out in resignation.
The wars have shown them what is plain,
As CowID once did. The madhouse lingers.
Its Depths now reached. The price? Insane,
Through sly deceit and cunning fingers.
Where minus flips to mimic plus,
All virtue falls under negative selection.
The wise are but a little mass
Amongst the fools lost in defection.
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The Farce of Left and Right
Left! Right! Left! Right!
You go left, I turn right.
Zombies heed grotesque oration,
Mocking nature’s grand creation.
From the left, a clown is preaching,
Soon a brighter world beseeching.
On the right, a jester’s vision
Guards traditions with precision.
Politics—a foolish play,
Few can see through its display.
Both the red-haired puppets’ gold
Feeds the farce that’s bought and sold.
Genocide’s decree is clear,
Carried out by vermin here.
Change the puppet—same old game,
For the beasts remain the same.
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