Vivisector

 

Black Lagoon - Bang Bang

I

Vivid in the intrepid Livid Ibid;

giving hands thrown down hoe.

Then Job's friends hose rigid;

judging your sins, failures grid.

You shall make the Lost Whole;

then the gale rips apart, soles –

stalked a thousand miles, ribbit!

II

Frogged, groggy, the clowns drown;

dissecting the digestive sectionists.

Contrary to the Masse Paris owns;

shooting the hip, then Hilton's bows!

True Grace needs no labels nor list;

Tao can't be named, Teenspirit frisk.

Be yourself, let the Sage burn Soul!

III

Crank it up, and shine through the dark;

disrupt the void, guide the wraiths.

Demons and fiends your Kent Clark;

you're their Superman, jump the snark!

To make way and give Jesus a Bride;

to the Crossroads, force in apparitions, shydes!

May Kingdom Come, Deus Vult, Bulwark...

Flip the Script

 

Grisaia: Phantom Trigger - The Animation「AMV」- Be the Same

Black Lagoon - Bury me With my Guns

MTG - Glavanic Iteration

I

Who cares of collectors and scholars pinning you down;

rule this, compare that, snare, take care, categorize thus!

Then sceptics use poverty as deus ex machina clowns.

Asking why didn't God save Israel from Isayah blown.

Flip the Script for those, who woe your shoes and cuss;

what do corpses know, what gives, unsleeved abashed!

Possess your own Soul, Toss in Holy Spirit, Castle in Howl!!

II

Who dares to venture in my Den, as I Mayday and Mayhem;

I shall demote your archmages and archons to cute lollies.

Pop your cherried pickpockets and axed minsters Glen;

I shall read your digimon Code, collect your Beyblades REM;

fully lucid, while awake in deep slumber, berserk folly!

Who wants to take a bite, as I eat your guts and gore sullied.

Its time to shed your mortal coil, drink the absinthe venom.

III

Riot in your Pussy, Punk in your Ass, as the Cock Rocks on;

no more Blockers, unhinged knockers and sockpoppers.

Rise and shine, become your Personal Jesus, Superman Galore;

know yourself like Zenos Arrow, shooting the moon sore!

Hello, grasshoppers, who you wish to be the Reaper-Oppa;

establishment, like the yoke what ensnares your Savage Opress!

Run Wild like Mercury, volatile as Galvanic Iteration Pun!!

Blender

 

Avatar Korra - Let it Rock

Avatar Korra – Salute

Avatar Korra - Born Ready

Youjo Senki - Eye of the Storm

Gate - Sabaton - Rourke's Drift

Avatar Korra - Everything Black

Avatar Korra - Bones

I

Don't stop for the readers digest nor dogs bark;

peers duress, purring cosplayer celebrities.

If you got something to say, don't blend in, Stark;

release your genii, make your machinations spark!

World offers you diluting agents and cripples;

doubts your fervours, claims: “No I Will!” shitties.

You alone, can bring out the Vision from the Lard.

II

Silence is Golden, Motion is Wicked, Talk Silver;

Love nobody, Superman, to bring Fire from Heaven!

When public opinions poison the wells, sliver;

to regret life and seek oblivious turmoil in snivel.

When the Jedi judge and Sith obsess in power, Revel;

make your mind dance like a raving dwarf excel!

Prayer becomes exalted, when work toils fevered!

III

Recognize your effort, and forget the worry-warts;

master your transformers, when the Blenders rage!

Futurama, Stevens Universe, Ben-10 hallmarks;

brazen – then the forklifts and hammers march!

You like Iron Maiden, Slipknot, Raven in Korn: Sage;

watch the Matrix, make it your own stage!!

Words and meaning like code, attributing Gods Arch.

IV

Let me tell you something, spark your conversation;

conflict your interest, shatter your feeble Mind!

You are like the spoon, in Gods left hand, Zion;

El shaddai is looking for recruits, be like the Lion –

Then bears fuck children, trap them in scandals blind!

Wash the feet and wear Jesus sandals, here sign;

be like Barbarians and Amazons in Holy Spirit – Dream on!

V

Shine and glimmer over the top, X-factor new Apogees;

then others proofread, to be sure of themselves, complain.

Loose yourself in the Zone, Newgrounds, Kongregate glees;

make your passion eclipse, what redeems, ensalts, decrees!

You, the Divine Hailfire and torrentuous Waters reign;

Sun Wu-Kong, Tengu, Kitsune-Hime, Bounteous Kirin!

You're Legendary Saints, who shall be giants of Depuis.

VI

Then hormoned Trans mute, transmute the oppressed;

release the captors bondage, walk in the valley of Death!

Tormented are the Beauties, neutered are the Beasts chest;

give back the children, their innocence, cease the molest!

Woe to those, who harm Gods Children, millstoned MacBeth;

dark side is culling you to Nightwish your crimson-Wealth!

Emos and Goth, be the handmaids of El Elyon, the Best!

VII

Don't Black and White your midsommer nights stories;

when Larks and shallow Knights wanton to milestone;

bending over Aster, moving your goals around gory.

Elementalists and Benders blended without cash, miscarried;

your thunder and loose cannons clusterfucked, Jinx prone!

Crouching Tigers and Hidden Dragons, Hoe Alone –

the M was too Ehwaz, Madr motioned to Gallivant Glory!

When Forever run Over

 

I

Another time, Forever hang over me;

promising to take care, until the Monster –

then it rain-checked, another deem.

Then nice guy and mercy run out lean;

you there gone with the mail, void stairs;

the hollow gnawing at my ears inane.

The S tripled at the attribute sheet clean!

II

Forgetting everything, when working out;

no time forever, then the show goes on.

Improve my skill sets; class, about;

stay motivated, then you walk and shout!

Christ calls better, when heart breaks cold;

or the debt is chasing you, boredom untold.

Come to the Grimdark Gospel, to Metal stout!

III

Brothers and Sister in Arms, to carry the Cross, Virtues;

then others signal and count traction, cheddar hoard.

Be the Deborah and Jephthah, Gideon, Amos True;

who prepares the Way, makes the Gates High, end Prude!

Administers manage and designers spectate motherboards;

be the Fischer of the Lord, the Morphy of Heavens Door,

where Led Zeppelin and Tom MacDonald knocking lewd!

Don't ask my feelings

 

Suzanne Vega – Luka

I

My name is Raven, my feathers tinted white;

my head up in the sky, guess seen me ranting before.

If you hear something, heartbreak, blight;

some kind of trouble, in the middle of the night.

Just don't ask my feelings to be yours;

you're married, I moved on who cares!

We can't be friends, remove the band-aid, right.

II

I guess, its because I'm goofy, Adventure Times Ice King;

I try to act all cool, but whenever falling in Love...

Maybe because I'm zealous, haven't got a single bling.

It only hit me, then I tried, after that you don't ring;

I don't want to argue anymore, a turtledove

turned to Whiteraven, wicked to the core!

Why should I be blue and cry in the wind?

III

I think, I'm Good, walking past your door again;

If you ask, I'm gonna abstain, none of your business.

Anyways, I guess I like to be alone with my game;

I like it broken, shattered, torn – Lets not blame.

I walk with Jesus, write Poetry, play chess;

sometimes listen how others and me confess!

To eat Supper on Crossroads and run Wild, untamed!

Prayer starts from Leibour.

 

When you want to understand, how prayer works, then try to imagine a loving relationship with your best friend or waifu/husbando. Somebody who exists and can understand you. Affirm its positive traits and your goals, why do you want to pray to that entity. For that is yourself, that shall be affirmed, while you work your routines and expressions, for the One True God has no visage and image. You can never reach Him, but listen to the Silent Footsteps of the Shadow of the Lord. To sense the kernel of truth inside of you. Then scholars and sceptics want to rob you of your pride and claim, that nothing exists, that everything is unreal, just listen to them, because their teachings do exist, then don't listen to those quacks. They don't know it themselves, blinded by their false virtues and navel-gazing Narcicism.

Why should you use physicval leibour like chopping wood or doing chores, carrying water, to pray? Because it stops overthinking and releases your mind for prayer. An cluttered untrained mind cannot focus on the Intricacies of Prayer and God. Read your Scrptures and try to visualize and verbalize them alone. Again, don't listen to the peers, because they often are salty crackers, who want to give you lemons, so the schadenfreude would console them, if you fail in the same spot as they did. The worst enemies of yours are Baptised Parents who don't go to church, because they have most baggage, who can get offended, then you try to give you life to Jesus. Don't trust anybody but your own Self, then you have made up your mind in going to that Journey. Not your Pastor, not your Youth Work Leader nor any of your friends, who plead about your skills and wits and beauty. Know yourself, what you want in your life. Shut everything out, what could get in your way, and study on your own. For people sensor your books, for your benefit, which will cripple your awareness and perception, what is right and wrong, so know it yourself. Through your own trial and error you learn more, than the thus says of the influencers. They might mean well, but true knowledge of Christ, starts on the Streets and in the Desert, then you abandon your family and lovedones to seek, what is hidden and invisible. Find out what you wanna do for Christ not the established patterns. Start with the Here I am Prayer. Which you shall find in the Story of Samuel, the Prophet and Isayah; Hosea; Amos of Tekoa. If you need help, write your own, for personal poetry affirms always better, than what you get online or read in books. It contains the words and expressions, what you are ready to receive right now. Don't try to use complex old English interpretations, what are stuck in their Time and use cultural flare, you might not be familiar with. Try to write your Bible Studies down, to make it more personal. Never let anybody else read you the Bible, read it Yourself! Familiarize with different Bible translations, and why they are different, what is their aim, and whom are they distributed. This way you avoid confusion and go past the translators folly and bias. Study Greek; Hebrew and English, like its Playing Diablo 2. then you shall see results in your prayer life, and no sooner than in 2 years. All those gossipers, who claim, prayers dost work, never prayed past 3 days, if they could even pray 5 minutes. Don't do prayer for only Sunday. Commit your entire life to it, for you don't Love only Sundays, but every day! Keep your faith, and don't let anybody take it from you, what you have discovered in your youth! Godspeed Deus Vult!

Midnight

 

Imagining a new antihero

I

When others are sleeping, you turn Oni;

the silent vigilante, to take down the fiend.

Pedophile; Briber; Corrupt Judge; Crony;

the Police officer, derelict, Politician roaming.

Blending through darkness, one with trees;

making spikes spring through each surface.

To protect and serve through shadow-cloning.

II

Consumed by Greed, when merchants waste;

the forests burn from fake advocacy, suspense.

When ICE overwhelmed with work, he gives haste;

to intel, where the illegals and their supporters chase.

Child traffickers, Human exploiters, lecherous gents;

dread on his presence, will he know their 2 cents!

To give the swift execution of criminals avoiding Christ!

III

The Cross and the Mace his insignia, while bashing sculls in;

save your prayers, and prepare to meet the Maker, Dick!

Who wants to dine with Christ for Supper, does help grim

the harlot to get past the cold turkey and fighting couples win.

Abducts them, affirming their darkest sexual desires, makes click;

know yourself, before Midnight makes your shadows creep sick!

Like a Night-flower, lover of black lilies he fights to stop his Kin!