Unbroken

 

鍛魂力 TANKONRYOKU - Forge Unbreakable Strength

I

He, who wants to master, needs to first die;

of your tolerance, loved-ones, guidance.

Swords are not cast in courts, but refined;

then fire meets anvil, hammer, water, wind.

Then Soul and Steal become One; dance

of form with composure, sharpness with distance.

Will unbroken, shall prevail in all combat, mind.

II

People burden themselves with many worries;

take teachings, meditations and zen riddles.

Never understanding the root of it carries;

how to shut out of the civil, into the void parry.

What good is a full cup of tea, which cannot sip addled;

trying to grasp more, without concept, befuddled!

Think fluid, less than nothing, past the ovaries.

III

Glossaries and Grimoires like the woman's embrace;

a fleeting moment of turmoil, takes all discipline.

Be strong and control your mind, avoid the gaze;

even in passion and love, remain focussed, in Grace.

True meaning starts, then words and confessions resign;

don't chase after speeches, but do the thing, aim High!

Shoot the Moon, be the Kagemusha, others didn't give face.

IV

Like Tengu in Heaven, Kitsune-Hime disguised;

those who choose the way of the warrior.

Not for the Faint of Heart, who love to be praised;

who raise their sake or bookshelves, outpaced.

You seek new ventures, nobody has tread, crave on;

Forget the barking dogs and lecturing women –

you move your Journey like Go pieces are raised!

V

Then Women slap first, claim, can't be punched back;

move out the dishonesty, turn the other cheek.

Your Soul unbound, unleashed, leave no stack;

go, there the smiles and teasers can't subtract!

What do the dishonest and cowardly know, you seek;

who dwell on wine, perfume, linen, empty reek –

willing to run after any who willing to cover and lack.

VI

Like a Demon, dragon roaming the cherry petals;

gazing at each drop of dew and ray at dawn.

Unbroken by the sinners nor saints meddles;

then the curious to and through your trials.

Seldom find a true soul, who wishes to be drawn;

like a bow, figure on a canvas, each their own Ego spawn!

“I, Me, Mind, Find!” can't stop chattering squirrel futile.

VII

Unfettered, like a butterfly, letting the mind grasp;

lingering attachment cease, so virtue may take flight.

Unbroken is the seamless sight, like the wind past;

where the rigid notions got stuck and clapped their breast!

Where is no up-down, left-right, wrong-right;

no shogun, spoon, but your Will moving, Thrill –

be still and a torrential tempest, at War and outlast!

To Head-Lions

 

Tom MacDonald - WHO IS THE BAD GUY (2026)

TLOK - My Demons [AMV]

Avatar and Legend of Korra- Salute

Shanon - Libahunt SÕNADEGA

I

To those who childish molest those, who create

and draw content, while the keybored warrior bleep.

Afraid to let the ecchi content roam, seeking organs rate;

denying authors agency, painting all Trans to Hate!

Head-Lions, who canon their own eisegesis cheap;

to make Japan bend the knee to woke, thus creep!

Save us from the onslaught of the sheeple folk unkempt!

II

Mein Kampf, Sein Slampe, Ihre Kammer – lost in speech;

transitioned translactations scion the Gentle German.

Its not Ok, then everybody same, loosing Left-Right to Screech;

West and East, remember, your ancestors and come back, I beseech!

Even women salute a strong Superman, who can defy the vermin

and dost let the whip dictate his posture, out of gilded cages whim.

To Head-Lions, who are in their dreams Brandon, but no Lee.ich!

III

Become the Werewolf, untamed, unapologetic, True;

take your savage native Love, instilled in blood.

Be like Shanon, past the black masks and card-boards lewd;

to Hell with those, who can't see past their own prude!

Make your own Journey a story, wicked and Cool;

sculpt in anime, manga, post for others drool –

then come preaching, how this or that gender imbues!

Beauty and the Bleach

 

Youjo Senki「AMV」- I am Machine

[AMV] Youjo Senki - Ready For War

Rakdos Cult Music Video (Ready to Die)

Mardu Horde Music Video (Warrior)

Azorius Theme Depeche Mode - Master and Servant

Luke 16:9-11

I

People machine, decry and demean, out of frame;

trying to blurt out the mistakes their pain rewards.

Kinderstube tubed to be interned and lubed fair game –

to be the Deer never like David, as He prayed back flailed.

Don't survive to exist, exit the rat-race – discard

all Fools Gold, Haggard Sophia bogging you down hard.

Embrace your shadow, shortcomings, untamed!

II

There's a beast in every Beauty – Deceased;

decreased, greased the cogs and wheels flurry.

Ready to die, as you dine with your fiends;

make friends with Mammon, unrighteous scenes.

Shotgunned Hoe to your jingle bells, Hells curry;

act like Joan of Arc, who advanced all gender, sorry!

So Jesus may receive you on Supper – Japha Kree!

III

Rise up from your mundane ordinance - Amazon;

make your ancestors proud and Heathens roar!

Torch the Bleach and bring back Barbarians throne;

Make Anarchy Great Again, Honden the lone –

a Shelter for the Wolves, Scarecrows and Raven marred!

Bjarka and Ehwaz, Madr and Tyr, Kenaz, Odal en garde:

Laguz, Nautiz, Gifu – until the judgment is done...

Quality vs Equality

 

I

Choose your lot, cast your dice, merit or mercy;

grip on your pursy, quality needs space to arrive.

Equal starts from above not from below, Percy –

else Umbridge shall reign in Voldemort thirsty.

Quality needs, quality heeds, then you stop pry;

end the decrees, what make Walt never Disney!

Remove the E, like Insane in my Sanity cursing.

II

Like All in evil roots, inserted by corpo bible transition;

to make Mammon look Great Again vs Maher Salal.

Kebab and Has-Bas the answer from El Shaddai to Tryons –

nobody would buy a shekel weigh in 2 geras, even if you Triome!

Value must be worth more than politics and cheap antics ballad;

then Barad-Dur heralded as bright, Beholders as Baruch –

don't relent, who switch black-white, beyond good-evil, pylons!

III

Good do Betters, Evil more Wickedness, Quality vs Equality;

their fruit shall taste their sour grapes and salty tears ashen mouth.

Osmosis shall gather those worth, who have no spark, pity –

while claiming to love all, they hate more, then you dissent sitting.

It takes power, virtue, temperance, to create new things, scout;

to be the Pioneer of thought, then Average circles wagons, shouts!

The Collective seldom right, then it comes to Movies, Theatres brevity.

Pick it up

 

Spiritual Combat: Aggressive Christian Trap & Motivation Music for Warriors

Spiritual Strength Through Gospel Rap | Christian Motivation Compilation 2026

ULTIMATE CHRISTIAN TRAP BIBLE MIX — Scripture on 808s Vol. 1

The Kryon Path

Isa 36:19; Deu 3:14; Ho1:2-4; Mat 7:21; 10:34-36; Jer 6:14; 8:11

I

Find your light, grab the mike, ye who wish to jump;

drop them bars, workout every knight and day.

Take the scripture, eat through passage, pump;

wormwood, vinegar – forget your love, pain, grump!

Then your peers only Sly-Jacks and Popes of Hay:

necks tied up and words polished, corrected, nailed –

like Jesus on the Cross for 30 pieces Silver dumped.

II

Choose your Trump, don't fold nuts against button raise;

spiritual battle starts from the streets, the priests, your face!

Know your hand and make it work, not the fabled praise

about Sons of Akhan, Skeva, who Goliath your David to waste.

Rebuke the Bamah, gone astray, who Biden, Clinton lice;

then Uzza was great, they wanna switch to cartwheels dice;

from the chosen brothers shoulders, blaming fragility blaze.

III

The enemy creeping like a roaring lion in the dark, your stand;

take your Gospel, Christ on the Cross in Holy Spirit, Sword and Shield!

Warthogs, War-Hawks, Warlocks the WWW popular demand;

you be the difference, divergent in the diligence of Brand.

Effigy burning, the refugees in your own mind, shell-shocked wield –

overwhelmed of ID and IP can't format C on the data EMP unreal.

Choose your digital deserts, to reflect, what really matters, Gods Hand!

IV

Corrupt me not, person or bot in the wut-knot;

then people seek meaning and purpose, You show faith!

Like Boanerges and Peter or Saul, conect the dots –

on edge and chip on the shoulder, while Sabbath day got!

Rules on Rues, and Blues on used Shoes, then soul wraiths;

walk a mile with Jesus, who never rebuked His parents life!

Didn't abuse His Prowess, as gnostics would boast to Lot.

V

Opaque water flows, claiming to transition to Future;

energy talks, servos walk, to Phyrexia, not Excelsior.

Jaded in dysphoric pneumonics, many grab the hormones;

find their Poison Ivy, disposition and hoisted to virtual –

reality dripping off your skeleton keys WASDADDY snore.

There's a Red Pill for you, choose Life in Christ, adore –

save yourself some smiles, respect, when you don't vigil Hume!

VI

Pick it up, pick it up – its time to pull your weights;

to show where's the God of Arpad, the tents of Argob.

Then zealous, fumed ree, singe their feet in freight –

frightened in volumes voluptuous vultures vore sight.

You love enemies thine, stand your ground, Cargo –

the devil shall run from you, all his baggage far gone!

True Providence exalted in the Salt of the Earth, stand Knight!

VII

Then little guys penis thopter and orks swarm in numbers;

you can make them flee in 7 routes, Trust in Christ!

Then fears drum up sullen memories of past-present sombre;

like thots in sight, to make you loose your A to F, hombre.

Spanish in your boots, Italian in your gestures, limp wrist;

fall in El Shaddai; Jesus; Holy Spirit, He'll teach you fight!

Peace in Heart for those, who demand Justice Humbled!

VIII

Don't loose faith, then Pastors and Peers despair;

throwing up excuses, away their weapons and armour.

Pick up your station, true Superman of Nietzsche, glare;

then Judas betrays, Ruben has worthy considerations dare.

You remember Amos of Tekoa, Hosea, who married Gomer –

smoke those niggers, who's faces are lime-white, Homer –

too much Cryon up their brain, loosing their ABC to nightmares.

IX

Not every angel or preacher, who extols: “Peace, Peace, Lord, Lord!”

has come from El Elyon, to make High Lord Jesus, Sovereign –

from their fruits, labour, you shall see, whom they can afford.

Thorns don't bear grapes, moss don't wear granberries, Bart;

don't Beavis and Butthead your cornholio, giving free reign

to the corpos and Established zombies in the Umbrella sign.

Declare your alignment and keep your path straight, Cornerstoned!!

Ph or D

 

I

When people sniff their farts and cant read the temp

of the room, to go Soylent on their automatic hung.

Ph or D, I wanna know, what's your incorpore fugit;

whatever the fuck makes bullshit walk lucid –

don't make my money from my pockets haunt Wong!

The Barista can't give coffee, for min-wages Shen-Long;

can't make full hours, for who's gonna pay them shrimp?

II

The Critics are wrong on all, for they are paid by Corpos;

Ph or D, I see acid and corrosive pollution in the drought.

We can't have realism nor fantasy, when Pebbles absolvo;

can't see difference between fiction and Real Life, Astolfo!

Then West can't make Lesbian Romance, due to bought

HR and DEI hires, who pimp, hooker the books to naught.

Get woke stay broke and firesale your assets to China D'Oro.

III

Are they Pheasant or Dick, I can't tell are they triggered

on their hip, to shit on the slip on LSD or are they Dewitt?

Anna Karenina jumping the train, for it promised Dunning-Kruger;

House of Cards hosted a Rerun, but the MC diddled kids Uber.

Why is malice and incompetence heralded, not wholesome grit;

then Machiavellian Macadamian and Cashew nuts spit...

chew on this, and cracker these cheese, as you briggand.

In your Dreams

 

Sant too luud siia – Santa Lucia Estonian auditory pun on Bring your Saint to broom the sculldugger.

I

Tacit in the fans attic shop or lift, crop or grift;

then people like lost soles, whores can't unfuck.

Walked ado many miles blues blaargh on drift;

as the car flickers on static compulsion riffs.

Check the Mike, is there some problems with Buck –

in your dreams, are all so grand, while lucid they duck.

Donald for the Papers, Ronald for the drapers swift.

II

Weasley or Potter – what's the difference to sully;

the final version, additions sedition, subtracted?

When words but omniscient revisions of sultry

moods, what came to pass your cairn and kiln fired.

In your dreams, playing body-double with infracted:

Your shadow made a curtain call, rainchecked fact!

Bring me your Saint, the broom shall dugger a Scully...

III

Silencers groan full stop, emotes remote the antlers;

Men can't be the Masters of the Universe vs Femme banale.

The Mortal Combat of Martian Manners, manholed in anthems;

Mortician's Morgana Immortal for the cordial L'Oreal conned hams.

Monkey has to paw, and kitten has to meow, as Ravens Koh raw;

mounting the hares to hat-trick cool dares, who cares: Sokka-Pow!

Walking out of the way, greenmiled to Californication trams.

IV

Ice Cube or Ice T, smells like Gasoline, worshipped by Avecyn;

then jokers and court-Hesters burn down the Library of Iskender.

Arteficial our Intelligence, sculpted to fit some needs for Syne;

double Scottish or triple Irish on the single malt Whisky grin.

In your dreams, then your deeds don't come to parlez vouz deer –

no Mogil David nor seven pointed star can GoTh your veneer!

Psychopath want to Gay your curtailed sciences, compliance whim!

V

Molested on molasses, the minds cuirasses sassy their glasses;

to look up on the former singer turned Rogue Lord of fliers.

Batteries low, the knuckle bar blows, attention spans trespasses;

melodic in the symphonic orchestrated mnemonic hashes.

Tagging the toes of Jacobs and covert angels coming downers;

robo-tripping the no AI in Aischylos and Zentai Piezers.

The fuck do they know, who row the boat down French Masses!