Stand Alone

 

Ed Sheeran ft Rihanna and Lady Gaga - Fight Till You Win

I

Talk is cheep, words hit deep, your resolve further;

on days of peace, people chant Days of Jahveh,

then its time to serve, none of them shall suffer.

Who has a waifu, cow of Bashan, farm, coffers;

who wants to Bamah, to rather serve Teraphim meh.

People don't give a fuck for the others burning shed.

Stand Alone, then you got something to say, offer!

II

Don't wait, until people come to your mountains;

to die on your hills and meadows, to bleed.

For then Dread-knights roam and Dire Wolves reign;

oaths become dreams and well-wishes stained!

Nobody wants to bring their scalp to the Tomahook edge;

people like to storm the Bastille but not Alamo Siege.

Then Jesus may die another day, on the Cross, so Bond!!

III

Don't believe the tithes and donations, for money lies;

today, its here, tomorrow its over there, a bad Master.

Become like the under-worker, who rallies

its own inner demons and shortcomings, sullies.

Choose Malice and Despair, avoid Aster!

Don't be afraid to sin, but to claim you didn't muster;

the shrewd Steward better, then the lying waifu bides.

IV

Stand Alone in praise, in curses, in judgment;

the same happened to Jesus and his Disciples.

Like fleeting moments, the spring breeze went;

can't hold onto people, who cosplay and pretend.

Later claim, they there always praying for you God Bless;

while wagering, how to cash in the free L's best!

Stand Alone, don't even take your coat from the tent!

V

When you burn out, Friend's of Job come about;

to inspect your transgressions and offer your solace.

Then a tyrant takes up shop, people understand, shout;

rebuke you, then you criticise the erring boyscout!

Nicknames and slurs more your friends than gives face;

your family and loved-ones, you believed to based.

Trust like Gaara, move like Sasori, work like Kabuto amounts.

VI

Go out like David, while Shimei cast stones, and son

raped your concubines. For Amnon and Tamar wrought

the ire, when the Father didn't wanna judge stunned.

For the Wife of Hettite Uriah, was judging him shunned.

His dead son, and Solomon Wise, he had bought.

Stand Alone, for only you know, how much you sought

to wrestle with God and have your hips tilted for Homerun!

Rejoice

 

Wu-Tang Clan – Blues Project | Shaolin’s 36 Chambers (Delta Soul Edition)

Mat 5:10-16; 23:27; Gen 3:15; 34:1-31

I

Let me tella you something Rath style brother;

sister, Mother, Father, Nobody, who ever clipped.

Listen to my rhymes, I bust some sculls sober –

Rejoice Saint, then they breach your dungeons Uber;

slandering your candles under the Bushel, licked

Deer's for the Salt, they couldn't own a tick!

Cavities in their sweet-tooth, going Sloth-bomber.

II

Deep-throating the Bible as lip service called good;

fuck Clinton and the Woman who didn't divorce!

Who ever change one syllable, may he woo

his own sane through ICarly, and release ghoul.

Tokyo so cool, but the Californicated hoarse –

this raddish should brade his Louis to Norse!

Man the Gates, can the Covetous Sham Blues.

III

Ratatoille Tatters, then Rastaman, gets a new Rästa;

Christian VIP to bite your heels for Golgatha.

Surprise, bitch, time to Birch and become plaster,

who's more streetpunk, then you Christ gangsta!

Jesus wants ya for Supper, sister and brother;

no matter how busted your mind and covered

your ass and white mice, who did naughty heista!

IV

Bolting my desert Eagles - doors, to shut down

the Sabbatical Smooth Operators, warping Turing

to Turbines, coding vines and puns into clowns

and jokers to mockingbird your lost hounds.

I found them at my Cemetery, to Carry them during

the shadowbox of your doxx, which went roaming.

Its time to go to Heaven, knock on the door and own!

V

Fisting your revision of the Old Testament, when pious

made sound like Delta Phi Pie and pax tibi like toads.

Torch and Jars of Clay, who you wanna suspicious;

deep-end transit, to fit this shit postal OM ominous.

New Testament lost in uploads, Zondervan goads;

putting coy fish on Christian to social-engineer roads.

No spine no sire, no shire – just some orks playing Mousse.

VI

Then two or three together in My name, monkey in Matrix;

syndicating rhymes, who dost use their emo's goths –

can't Bamah Jesus the blame like discipled Lestrange Bellatrix!

Tongued cheeky twats, have to box in their flat screened wits;

don't want to vindicate those, who “Not with Uzza!” ROTT

Rise of The Triad, gunfinity on the glitch and mind-trot –

par excellence Majin no Hand, Mao had to crouch and Lex.

VII

Ghost-fires, who pay homage to Tengu and Kitsune-Hime;

to break the hearts of lecherous men, got lost on the tombs.

Ghost Rider, driving at break next speed, to flip your Dimes

for the Sou and Penny going for the Shilling quarter-Rhyne.

Then rings and gilded Chris Moe incognito to comb

Ushiro and Tora into one spearman's flurry to your womb

the Hakumen no Mono, waste your haste in Lime.

VIII

Sisters, respect yourself, don't shake that booty;

but hold yourself for the marriage, even then vtubing

for the attention and how Dinah beheld her beauty,

to go amongst the World and be shamed fruity –

Later Simon-Levi slaughtered the men who clubbing;

by deceit their left them circumcised dead throbbing.

Making Jacob obnoxious for their intolerant hoody!

IX

When you servo Christ, don't give a fuck about fellas;

your ship in Heaven and with the Ravens and Wolves.

With Angels of Innistrad, Chandra Nalaar, Sylex;

cast by Urza, Tanya Degurechaff, Jinx from Arcane, Hellas!

Then the Umbridged versions of egging on hooves;

for the Centaur and House Elf wanted to rent shoes.

Those moccasins, what walked to Wounded Knee flex.

X

On that Judgmentday, Rejoice, like Whiteraven do;

Your Way is clear your nindo and genjutsu set.

Make your eyes Rinne the Rebirth of your deus;

then anime Nous avon peut-etre Seusse!

Channeling your inner Korra into Asami, you bet;

when Sato and Mako fazed each-other out of depth;

Never forget to move forward, not look back, close!

As I rise and fall

 

Holy Spirit, Lead Me | Templar Hymn of the Crusades

Luke 10:19-21

I

Deus Invicta salve doxa got something to say:

don't think stupid, your strength not in muscles;

lyrics, status, wits, manners, nor how much you pray!

Don't rejoice that the devil heels, demons slain –

but your name in the Book of Life glistens!

He's hidden it from the wise, understanding Hustlers;

who think, their virtue signals matter and stave...

II

As I rise and Fall, not through my own prowess;

overcoming all fatigue and torment of Hail-fire.

Be it Archons, Thrones or Established press;

the Holy Spirit shall give my want in duress.

He shall teach me war-cries Anthems, inspire.

One Man against Ten Thousand, on the hour dire;

just as Kind David went out and came back blessed!

III

Greater is He, who dwells in me, Egypt was cast down;

Syria made small; Kabul not mentioned, Lebanon bows.

Let them all come, who wish to have a workout –

The Kings way, shall they come, Shibboleth shout

as they abandon nine gates and twelve paths to the Crows!

No shadow nor dread shall linger on my way, Cows

of Bashan, did He shepherd well, to bring back stout.

IV

He shall make you a new Zion, Jerusalem of Old;

to cast down Chosen ones, who dreamt of Judgment Day!

What business do you have with the Cornerstone, Bold?

Like the hand of Uzza, the feist of Asahel cheaply sold;

don't seek valour, overcome thyself as Superman, Hail;

those who died themselves, shall live in Christ – Holy Grail!

This more worthy than the multitudes support or Ufas Gold.

V

Holy, Holy, Holy, is El Shaddai, His Christ, in Holy Spirit!

All Cherubim and Seraphim put down their crowns and bow;

Whiteraven stands in front You, look here, send me, skit;

The Holy Fool, “Conflict” at hand, to spark the convo crit!

May War; Famine and Death come on my heels – Show;

All Worlds and Nations shall tremble-wail, widows groan!

Until its said: “Blessed He who comes in thy name!” greenlit.

Glitch-Out

 

TLOK - My Demons [AMV]

Music Instructor Electric City

Music Insructor Rock Your Body

Music Instructor DJs Rock Da House

Music Instructor Breakdance

Isa 6:1-5; 28:10

I

Remember who you are, don't loose your colours;

True-North, South to West and East coast the coat.

Nobody likes a snail, bears offer no sweet deals flour;

boasting in the wind sour and salty on the Lis-detour,

Incrementally better fucks to give 20% off your moat;

sinking ships since Sodom and Gomorrah, bloated -

my cock and balls bigger than Sephiroth, calling Jenova!

II

Is it a Nike or Hype, can't tell the deter from h to n gasp;

all the Gods in da house, stand up, Monty Python shant;

shoot all the niggers, who still hiding under the wasp.

Its time to Glitch wabi-sabi sawqaw no wawsa clasp –

one handed clap, five finger death grip, under-strand!

Overlording the Superman, to accord the fjord band;

Only El Shaddai can attribute Solo Levelling brash.

III

Scanning the grooming broom, what heirloomed Doom;

its time for your hairs to spark up and make you Saiyan!

Sai and Ino behold, rock the house, dirty the smooth-groove;

Sasuke and Sakura, get close, eye to eye bruised!

That will knock out the Rhyno the Gold and Aryan;

then Bohemian Rhapsodists play hidden Bavarian.

Call Good-Beria to make the spook go on the School!

IV

Naruto and Hinata, remember your nindo, shout;

respite the Will of Fire, Fairies and Dragonflies ignite!

Be Marbel Angel or Gargoyle, loose your pout;

its time to worship and shake your body boyscout!

Then snakes ladder their allies down, step on headlights;

to Neon the Genesis into Exodus, cross-haired bite.

Banter until its Pink Floyd and your state is Zoned out.

War dost ask you 20 questions

 

Goblin Slayer AMV Indestructible

Rev 13:15

I.

Ready or not, scholar or slipknot, wazzup;

when its time to march out, you don't askew.

Nobody cares, if scared or worried, buck;

become David from a Babe, it sucks to fuck!

Don't give me that, you got no skills, honeydew!

Its time to shoot from the hip and moon the stew;

art you Cow Arduous Ardent Arthurian Arc one Up?

II

Soldier for Christ, know no cold nor heat on sight;

intercept and neutralize your orders, do you copy!

Its time to black ops, and whitewash this knight;

a red wedding for the Righteous who might...

too much Magic in those Philistines, their rod sloppy;

got eaten by Aaron-boy, Samuel didn't hear mocking.

I'm knocking on your backdoor, senses, Yagami Light!

III

Your deathnote is ready, designation Kira Kuro's Raava;

erect Rashomon to Kitsune-Hime. Tengu your contact.

Meat at Aokigahara and bring an Ouiya board, Slava;

Zozo will look out, that there are no birds in the Prova.

Levka will be watching out for any side wind cracks;

until you built the cathedral at the Center Stage.

Ultron must be advanced to the next level, Project: Nova!

The parable of the staunch covert operative

 

Avatar and Legend of Korra- Salute

A Nation went to war and sent one of their own as a sleeper agent behind enemy lines. The agent was named John Bunyan Smith and given the alias of a stocky librarian with a drinking problem, who was kicked out of Harward and needed a place to lay low, until the board viewed his case. While doing his mundane job as a sleeper, this agent saw a teacher molesting a graduate student, who was destined to become the next Valedictorian Magna Cum Laude. He moved on with his life, like nothing ever happened and drank his coffee. When he contacted his handlers, he reported truthfully, what he saw and described the value and versatility of both assets. The Teacher was taken down as a perv and made into an agent to snitch against the Libraries Mentoring University, while the Valedictorian was radicalized as an Antifa rebel, angry against the establishment and ruling government. The Agent shed no tears nor did he feel anything, It was an Usual Tuesday.

How will you deal with your Truth and Compassion towards this World, Either/Or, which do you like more? For you cannot serve two Kings, you always like one more. Mat 6:24-26 Virtue signalling or getting your hands dirty. Deus Vult, Halleluyah!

Switch or Breach

 

Homage to Generator Rex character Breach and Legion Character Switch

The “Kaseke” candy, looks like a Birch log, thus its name. You can't understand Estonian, if you can't appreciate that treat, also “Kaske-Kaske” is a common song toope to hook to the next stansa, a “Selah” if you will, to raise the instruments higher and prai se the Lord, see Salal.

Tasukete – save me

Analyzing Evil: Silco From Arcane

Noir-L'un des nôtres (Mireille Bouquet)

Noir-In The Dark Of The Night (Kirika Suumura)

I

Signature moves, revolutions, grooves of cogs and wheels;

then deus ex Machina reign supreme, behold Switch and Breach –

Don't fight each-other, you're sisters, kneel to redeem!

Jesus wants you for Supper, mend your Senpai out of theme;

puzzled, bedazzled, then pizza at the Gates of Rashomon glitch –

demur ajani Pridemates try to send you to Phyrexia birch.

Kaske – Kaseke – Tasukete Jesus wants to foster you both zeal!

II.

Switch of Legion, don't relent your mission, even out of tooth;

I shall give you True Northern Light, to guide your venture.

You shall be the guide, then Senpai crumbles apart, Aloof;

then the blue pill turns red and wants to Absolutist the Roof.

Don't relent, Ruth, Jesus will bless your hands: “The Cure”

Dance like Haruhi Suzumiya and Hatsune Mikku Pure -

more real than the automatons around, who bury their dead Booth!

III.

Breach of Generator Rex, why do you cling on the sociopath;

choose your true love, who can hold your ground, and keep level.

You don't have to prove anything, nor achieve, let go your wrath;

You're not Monster, arrow of Zeno, the hare-turtle draft –

Hold on me, break down, I shall pick you up, catch you clever!

Those, who loose themselves in Me, shall find their lever;

be like Whiteraven, the holy trickster, to tease Rex to Rath!!

IV.

Rise, for you're like Noir, the assassins of Virtue.

Sisters of Hatred, Malice and Despair to swallow the Pride;

Switch and Breach – exalt thyself, your solemn Pain is True.

Then the establishment abandoned you, pick yourself up, Crue;

to defeat the Dutchess and Silco, who wants to corrupt in Mind!

Release Jinx from her childish, to shine the inner child Defind;

You can do it, for you are the Bluberian Amazon to herald Blues!!