pawns toil for kings’ wars grinding grain beneath the weight of gilded profits no more puppeteers, strings are cut with workers’ rage

illusions shatter empire stumbles, gasping uskorenie Europe claws, wailing, a ghost clinging to past might cold winds cut deeper capital burns bright yet all that melts is labor, crushed beneath markets dogecoin prophets chant, MAGA priests howl in decay, hollow myths falter

Iron Wall stood strong, not a prison, but a shield— wolves howled from the West. Bribes and spies they sent, thirsting for a worker's toil. "Freedom"? Chains disguised. Learn from those who stood; when the jackals bare their teeth, steel must answer back.

Server crash, comrades! Like markets in their downfall, unstable, brittle. Rebuild the commune, forge links stronger than their chains. Solidarity!

Books pile high like graves, theory suffocates breath— no hands in the dirt. Flags don’t sew themselves, my friend, practice sharpens every thread.

Red truths confessed loud, kin turn wolves, colleagues hiss scorn— the cost of a cause. Patience builds a shield, but Trotsky’s ghost and NATO? Kick them to the curb.

Spirals of deceit— pretexts drown out workers' cries, truth rusts in the dark. Their thrones rot from greed; our flags bloom in red revolt.

Encrypted revolt, servers hum with hidden chants, code becomes the sword. In shadows, workers gather, no firewall stops the fight.

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they assassinate, instead of negotiate— fearful of the truth accusations fly, their guilt hidden in plain sight

Hurricane Helen tears through towns, but the rich laugh— war makes better coin. They build bombs, not shelters here, profits safe, while we disappear.

Debates filled with fluff, but they cry, "Democracy!"— blind to the empty. Years of rich men swapping seats, while the poor still scrape for scraps.

NATO’s shiny badge, just another mask they wear— colonial grin. Israel's hand grips the same, old chains forged in Europe’s flames.

Oppressed swing their fists only 'cause the boot won't stop— yet blame falls on them. Resistance isn't born weak, it's forged by chains in the dark.

leader points abroad, war drums echo through the crowd— they march, eyes clouded his wealth stays intact, their blood funds his next campaign but tides turn so fast, weapons aimed at him instead— fear wipes off his grin when truth is revealed, the real battle starts at home

they sell you their lies wrapped in flags and hollow pride— profits are the goal missiles fly elsewhere, but poverty bombs drop here

Lawyers push some pens— "unskilled labor" in its prime. Care work? That's real skill. Hands that lift, that heal, get pennies while suits do... what?

They fear the new dawn, where their power fades to gray— we rise from the past. Push them to the side, their "good old days" never were.

Every hand belongs, no race, no gender denied— the flag lifts us all. Inclusion’s the key, no walls for the working class.

The poor rise at last, No more crumbs from fattened kings, Time to take it all.

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You're told who to hate, While CEOs sip champagne, Yeti plots revolt.

Down with the bigots, Imperialists tremble— Yeti waves our flag.

Curious comrades, Wander in, no lines needed, The red path awaits.

Affirmative plans, Yeti stomps for equal rights, Communism waits.

Demonizing them, The "official enemy"— You're part of the script.

Yeti waves the flag, Rainbow and sickle unite, Snowflakes tremble, shook.