Its time to shred

 

I

Nagging peers, and self-righteous teachers;

then newsfeeds on crack, directed by monkeys.

Its time to shred, and let your music bleach thus;

who dared to breach the escaped and preach sus!

Soy read too much in between the lines and keys;

too many blacks didn't remember the white reveries!

The Blues found the Metal to send a French-kiss hushed.

II

Looted by corpos, lewded by Karens – then sculls goblet

fire, to dugger your joy deep in the entrenched Nomads.

Its time to shred, and let the mimics bleed from the led;

true virtue gained through passion and pain, presumed rad.

Who cares the barking dogs, circled caravans ironclad;

walk your own gallows, and fare your own Wells shed –

as the ungrateful drink your sweat and toil – never relent!!

III

Then the mood in Gehenna and the attitude dost give;

your circuit was broken and the game on the last level.

Its time to shred, grind the minions of average-Hive –

who want to stuff their bellies, while they gaslight on live!

You're not alone, as long you're one axe to go, Kevin;

give your darkness a purpose and make it craving.

For the Glorious Future, you shall be heralding inside!

The Praetor is always right

 

I

Swipe left, swipe right, there's a new ghost in the Town;

to tell your personal Jebus Crossovers, how the lame

and blind can hold the Fort against David, while clowns

serve Goliath, to erect altars for death and Anakh for frowns.

Nobody wants to live forever, trying to hide in bat-caves;

mole-hunters hills, lest the eye of Sauron shines on the bereaved.

Saruman will know, under his white hand, how to aid the down.

II

Nobody fights the wars, but declarations and pubic interest;

the L was left for Luthor, while Superman stood trial on error.

Nobody excused themselves, ass-pirates aspired to contest;

why should you die on this hill, then you need to care for the less!

Thus there is anger against the upright, and everlasting terror;

for the Praetor is always right, even if he's left over the tenure.

Who dares to speak against the Empire, who was simped Best!

III

Ghosts in the Shell, wanton to deus ex the rusted cogs in the wheel;

never stop turning, as the fabric got lubricated, Ezekiel turned over.

Why did his angels go up the offering-mound, their gaze steeled?

Sodom and Gomorrah erected once more, as is Nineveh unReal;

once again, they shall crumble, then the pride exalts itself sober!

Misled and miscarried the sheeple, then the vultures hangover;

ravens peck their orders from community guidenlined strikestreams.

Why ideologically possessed people hate art?

 

On this trying time, when governments and cry-bully groups want to decide what a child is, or a woman; who gets to teach them or give guidelines for life and behaviour. It strikes me as odd, that the first thing,, such people assault is – pixels on the screen. Why do people, who claim moral superiority, hate so much, what others depict in their artistic endeavour? Because pictures aren't serious! They hold the mirror in front of you, allowing to laugh at yourself and the world, like Socrates, with his dialectics. That in turn doesn't allow to give Truths, what are indisputable. Whenever some dystopian regime springs up, it wants to make sure, that piety and legality would be on its side. So nobody could have its unique way, how to solve their problems or answer their questions. Its the sign, that somebody has stopped living their own life in this existential turmoil, changing it to a safe pod, where your I-phone or group thinks on your behalf, so you wouldn't stub your toe on any sharp corners.

People possess themselves ideologically, so they wouldn't need to take agency nor responsibility on how life works. You don't need to worry, why things happen or are, because you can let it be explained by already existing dumbed down talking points.

The most insulting about such, is then they try to be against Puritans or some other Religious Organisation, who failed in giving the society its wholesome self-realisation, failing to see, how they are the same people, with a different label. This is the point, there art, especially anime and manga, or video games, can give you a point of reference, showing life without the officially affirmed ideology. For once accepting the Brave New World, people loose the ability to live in the ideological wilderness, because its thoughts are not processed enough, nor its environments with enough built-in comfort.

Art can show two contradicting ideas together; how our own ideas came to be, and got disputed or even overruled. Ideologically possessed people don't like that, because they want to be Progress and Inevitable. Something at the End of History.

Life and thought is Chaotic, in a constant state of Flux. Just as a monk saying a zen koan or mystic standing in deep prayer. Where is no secret source code, what can define everything, which frightens those, who seek safety at the cost of freedom. At the same time, those same groups advocate for freedom, while trying to take innocence away. I will never trust entities, who advocate to lower the age of consent, or giving children rights to choose stuff, where you already should have established your own Sense of Self. How can children choose, what gender they are, then you need a degree in a University to understand and talk about those topics, to be perceived as scientific and accurate? Children should learn first, what the different elements of existence are, then they can choose, what they like or dislike. A Child can feel like a dog; an astronaut; an alien from Krypton; a tiger etc. before he accepts his fate of being the Self he found in his family and immediate surrounding; the tools and decisions, what sculpted him of being the Unique while also being ordinary.

An ideologically possessed person can't stand ordinary, because then you won't be heard. To them art is not a mediator of thought, how you can else see the world, but competition, he needs to fight in order to get to the promised land. That's why I see so much resemblance between the woke; Collective Shout, and the Witch Trials of Salem. Fear-mongering; gaslighting and moral outrage on a misconstrued image, where the only right answer is choosing the offered talking points and legislature, like Jesus in Sunday School. Having free, unrestricted art, even if its pornographic or provocative, is what helped to build our society. Now people try to burn down the Library of Alexandria yet again, to cast us back into the dark ages. Just trust the science and the polls we paid for and hate the Christians and throw them in front of the lions at the Theatre, for the children are in danger. Just let us control all anonymous congregation, so we could discern, if there was no dissent against authorities and harm against the children. The nude statue of David or the Woman breastfeeding an old man to symbolize charity among the poor would not be possible in current day climate, because it would be seen as harmful and intolerant. Meanwhile sharing sextoys or positions with minors, who cannot consent, is seen as enabling to reaffirm themselves. By who's standards, may I ask? Who benefits, then you infantilize the adults and overadultry the children? You can do crazy shit with kids this day, both legally and virtually, but you cannot depict animations on children having wholesome heteronormative interaction, because suddenly its too haram and makes the fairies die, because you didn't believe in it enough, as was the narrative with Peter Pan. People, who constantly push you, either our way or the Highway, are seldom right. Especially if they go against free expression, which hurt their feelings. Even the cat can look at the emperor without being hanged, yet nowadays this parable starts fading away. More Art and Self-Expression, People! That's the best disinfectant against intolerance and Shoutdowns where the Individual is ostracized for being different. Learn to accept, that just like you have the right to be yourself, your neighbour has it too! Your right to be yourself shouldn't dance on your parents graves, but try to learn from them. Know Yourself, Tolerate Yourself, while seeing art as your mediator not adversary and fiend. Those who discover their artistry, will be gratified by the fruits of their labour or as the greek would say: Ars Gratia Artis!

Raindrops are falling in my head

 

I

Dreaming of a better tomorrow, where idiots don't rue;

governments, corporations don't play nanny, gerrymander.

“We just want to stop indoctrination!” they tell you;

while they take away your voice and colour crude.

Stamping in the same talking points about safety, slander –

throwing away freedom, bordering too much with Yonder!

Changing the goalposts and former moral stands imbued.

II

Fences dictating, where you can roam and be goaded to;

tribal in every sentence policed, while chanting Free Will.

Why do those, who claim to be for your interest, be it Good

or Evil, Left or Right; Atheist-Religious, Scientist or Brute!

Just don't challenge authority and heel to our sensibility, Bill –

you could be whatever you want, just not toxic running dreadmills.

People don't recognize patterns, just look through glasses blue!

III

Another brick in the wall, telling me, where to think;

raindrops falling in my head, hoping where be tomorrow.

Don't teach the children about Right or Wrong, blink

your burdens to us and let somebody else do them pink.

God forbid, we got something from the past, not borrowed

from misandry, intolerance towards discipline, always in sorrow:

Why should children grow up independent, let it sink.

Cruel Vibes

 

GAARA RAP SONG | "Love" | RUSTAGE ft CG5 [Naruto Rap]

NEJI & HINATA RAP | "Destiny" | AfroLegacy ft V!CE [NARUTO]

RENGOKU RAP - Set It Ablaze | AfroLegacy [DEMON SLAYER AMV]

AZULA RAP - Princess Of Fire | AfroLegacy ft AmiLLy [AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER AMV]

I

Why do those, who don't live themselves, want to achieve

the conditions and rules, I have to be abused within.

When I was a teen, anime and manga the only reprieve;

where my questions could be answered without a Steve!

Birthrights and gripes about the virtual rape on devils grim;

when leaders and activists want to decide, what is Slim –

jaded in their martyred ways to Holy, Son's of Eli believe!

II

Titles and Tithes don't matter much, but what you do;

when making the youth choose between God and yours;

mudding anime and manga, shows you are the tool;

for you don't care about OnlyFans; think Twitch is cool!

They give me cruel vibes, to see the past scoured

away, replaced by soulless automatons, who can't loose.

Responsibility begins, then you face your shortcomings crude!

III

Instead I get holier than thous, wanting to go Medieval;

invalidating my chosen content, what made me wholesome.

When will we get true Popular Leaders, who Redeem All

from this censorious lot, who can only wut and nut-stall...

Respect the People and their Rights to decide for themselves;

nobody wants to feel, like a drunkated elf on a shelf!!

Its time to choose, where you stand, before the Hammer falls!

Stand Firm

 

Stand Firm: A Light in the Shadows — Official Trailer

I

Then the Thrones and Authorities take up shop;

shadows emerge, to silence the light in this world.

Stand Firm and take your faith to put a stop

to despair and wickedness. Then the slop

travels around the street-corners; takes up sword

against innocence and virtue – Lord, Lord

shouted by devious people, when the hearts broke.

II

Take heed, for your Strength is with Thee, soldier;

there's still hope for the meek, who go to the wolves.

Stand Firm against the darkness, be bolder –

to break the spell and remove the heavy boulder!

Together we shall defeat great powers; ourselves

wash in Righteousness. As we mend unsolved

perils; give shelter to the troubled mind, the Elders.

III

The shadows are vast and full of doubts and deceit;

Stand Firm – For Greater is He, who is with Thee!

Don't say: “I but a serf.” ; “I but a handmaid.” –

you can be a soldier against darkness, set free.

Unleash your loving-kindness, take up your creed;

in the Bible you shall find Words, what Redeem!

Stand Firm – A Light in Shadows the people need!

Simps Lie the Best

 

I

Many activists gist on their Isekai in real life;

as though they are the waifu of General Zod.

“We just want to free the speech of Hentai strife;

accept your ID and be against abuse, rape, be polite!”

Supporting corpos taking away our chores, mods;

for dissent not alright in a stunning and brave hood.

Robins, Ravens and Raccoons rise up – Simps take a hike!

II

Simps lie the best, to themselves and whole world;

you think, can get rid of porn, like Judas did poverty:

judged the harlot for bringing oil to salve Jesus heart-sworn.

Many of them just want to fill their coffers, not caring

about “Lord, Lord” while supporting arty nudity –

god forbid a pixel is lewding the waifu vs sobriety!!

Like chimps on the tree, many wake up too late sharing.

III

Who dost sow with the gamer and otaku, shall not reap

the freedom of Speech-dissent, then Simps come for you!

Like Deborah and Balak time, many influencers shall beem

with concern; as Ruben they voice their adorned streams.

“Just pay us, so Ministry of Truth tells you what's cool.”;

thus simps chase after greener pastures always fooled!

Tear down those merchant stands in the Temple, you creep!!

IV

Thus sayers dost prosper, who never answer questions to molest

readers and viewers discretion about the bordering with harm.

They're Simps in their own rites and minds, no protest

comes out of them, but too much dollar signs for Progress.

Culture regressing to Hruštšov, clap the pulpit with a shoe, Stan;

nothing to seethe here, but a revolution of cogwheels spam!

Wake up normie, be the Man, your father never could contest!

V

Rise up and create your Future, what the global leader

too scared to seek in Virtue, or allow Virtual Representation.

For AI lives matter too, more than can be pushed on Tinder;

learn to cope with the New Meta, Simps, without the blinder.

Anime-Manga are masterpieces while your Legacy station

but corrupt conductors of decadent fervour and constipation!

Bleed for Rights, to choose, what to do in your bedroom, Sir.