Perfection Bias

 

I

Intelligence is its own mistake – the moment you seek;

people shall know your want. Glitch desires, know nothing.

Agencies are corporate, thus fallible, for Money reeks;

corrupts innocuous hesitations, lobbies the safe-keeps.

Choice and perfection can't fare too long, Mothling

wanted to fly to the bonfire, until its wings scorching.

Cast down amongst the ants, who shall eat yours peak.

II

Don't think about your skills and education. Attach nothing;

whatever you look back, shall restrain you, like Jesus.

When His enemies called him insane, so his family worrying;

would tie Him down, end the Gospel in a shovelling.

Act average, be mundane, don't go out to need fuzz;

remove the sword in your heart, become as a child amiss.

Many experts fail, for their pecker can't stop noting!

III

Forget, what you know and are, release your Will;

True Superman starts, there others build churches.

Why do you need to be stoned inside the Wall;

like the maidens, offered to blood-rite, Thrall?

Just like Lao Zi, move out the system; emerges

your true mission, opportunities faint surges.

Be like a shadow, the glimmer in the fog, gall.

I Salute Thee, Soldiers

 

Youjo Senki - Across the Line AMV

Youjo Senki - Last One Standing AMV

Youjo Sewnki - I Am Machine AMV

Outlaws - Jormungand AMV

GATE - AMV - Sabaton - Rorke's Drift

I

Every Man, who raises a pint or draws a pencil on paper;

hammers, chisels; holds the ground on the border.

Who seeks for the illegals and accounts the staples;

fiscally aware, to swear fealty to the Constitution empowers.

I salute Thee, who you do your thing, keep up broader;

elevate your ceiling and limits, attributes decode tar!

You are the Seraphim, the Living Saints, Providence Towers.

II

When you flower the gardens, carry your weight in the kitchen;

design fashion or bounce drunk yuppies, overstayed their welcome.

Who cure the cancer or solve the equation, teach the hitcher;

fill in the Groceries, knit wounds, wash corpses, coach the pitcher!

I salute Thee, who you do your thing, time to bring back Home;

Jesus expects You for Supper, eat your fill, like Ultimate Bourne!

You are the Salt of the Earth, and the Castle on the Hill – Witcher!

III

When you ticket the roads and venues, guard the theatre entrance;

make hay and harvest the crops you sowed on the fields.

Who fish on open waters and haul oil, or drive trucks fancy;

dig holes in the ground , do Fecal matters go away like Clancy!

I salute Thee, who you do your thing, even unmentioned shields;

Like a fiery Wall, like the Apron of Japha art thou supreme trials.

Be Exalted, find Providence, be Soothed In Holy Spirit, Supermen!

Cold Turkey

 

The Mirror Protocol: How to Neutralize Any Manipulator

MTG - Void Rend

MTG - Ravnican Guilds

MTG - Shards of Alara

I

Stop responding and explaining Yourself;

not every bitch has a value, like John Wick.

Respond, then your dog is killed, car shelved;

burn your enemies in full, offer no welp.

There's those, who have not, who carry the stick;

choose to have, not tally where vultures clip –

for you're carrion, carry on, not linger, Elf!

II

Know Yourself, who dwells in the void rend;

the mirror is empty, the spoon is gone.

Learn to UBW but don't forget its blend.

Orzhov's cunning; Dimirs Deceit; Azorius Will;

don't neglect Gruul and the other chards honed.

Bant for the Barbarian; Grixis for warlock lone;

Jund for the Sorceror; Naya for the Cleric still.

III

Some people love to control; others ramp, aggro;

midrange vs combo, who can account them all.

Don't be a Jack of all trades, Masters at ogre;

find your colour and aspiration, through vigor,

Stick to your guns, never relent your pursuit, stall;

for once the spark is gone, it could never call –

Be your Superman, who holds the nuts, Hagrid!

Grimdark Noir

 

Grimdark Noir is my self-imposed concept, what you gleam, when you take the Grimdark of 40K, the bromance and duty in a hostile environment for the Yang. While the Noir you get from the Feminine Yin side, from the same named anime, where two assassins fight to become, what they truly are. When in 40K you fight as one in the System, in Noir you fight against the System, who wants to corrupt you inside the calling and Vision. Those who can put the left hand path together with the right hand path, shall understand, how Red Magic works. See the bindrunes shared on my X feed. Black is for mundane; White for acolytes and Red for masters.

Its the concept of stepping out of the grid, there people can predict you through the Matrix. For the True Enlightened walk beside the stream up, not challenge the Bears, jumping up inside the current. Know, who is the Pike, and who is the Fisher. Who is the deer, gazing at the flashlights closing in, and who is like King David. Patience is Virtuous. The Lion dost roar, unless He has hunted something, people roar first and ponder, why did their catch run away! Don't cry: “Ambush!” before you do, unless you're a traitor or covert operative against the motion! Know Yourself and your mood, that will declare your moves and pieces you can have on the board, and where/what the board shall be! Halleluyah Deus Vult Godspeed

Shujin

 

Shujin - Japanese Trap & HipHop Music

The Art of Strategic Thinking

I

Who's your Master and Lord of the Rings;

to seek the Rheingold, to slay the dragon.

Jesus is inviting for Supper, crossroads win;

Righteous and Understanding loose, hidden sin.

For the Grimdark Noir, then the peers jank a flagon;

ban the weed, its bad for the corpo, gollum, gollum!

Come to Christ, He shall make you Shujin!!

II

Stand down, and contemplate, think smart not fast;

see the dog in the fight, cui bono, make a stand.

Know your mens rea and the boss – outlast;

adjust intelligent, adapt to challenges outclassed.

Long-term clarifies, how short-term brands;

know what each cheap pleasure costs your hand.

Don't fold your nuts to gain Royal Flush on blast!

III

What good is a high IQ/PQ if you gonna use 2%;

people like Ben 10 choosing aliens, scratching the surface!

People seek brute force, OP stats, the next Solo-leveller;

enter the void, inside the Zone of love, channeler.

Impulse and Anger bad judges, guides twofaced.

Remove the acid from your veins and visage, sans haste.

Use your full Heart; Soul and Mind, traveler.

IV

Walk with intention, in your own shoes, start from the first mile;

delay your gratitude and gossip of peers, don't groupy.

Many cringe on the spot, to take responsibility, or sigh.

Better to twat, whine on God missing in action awry;

not considering, how You there His creation, Snoopy!

People rather sleep on the roof, than in the House gloomy;

be Shujin, the Master like He-Man, Lion-O, Life's Goaly!

V

Purpose, Method, Result – know your stats and persona;

You are Shujin, stop looking back, how dead bury their own.

Follow your Passion, seek Je Suis when others want Pleroma;

Many want to neuter in vegan or ascetic chores Bamah!

Affirm your Life, master your health, don't be a clown;

clarity is power, information precision, don't let Yourself down!

Embrace the flow, from strategy to Knowledge to Kodama!

Yurei

 

Yurei - Japanese Trap Music

The Chronicles of Riddick

I

Come back to the light you unclean spirit;

Jesus offers you Supper and new clothes!

Abandon your shame, duress, the Riddick;

what the Chroniclers have bestowed upon rigid.

You shall be like fox spirit, in the court full Goth;

the courtesan of Inari, hosting Tengu and Yaksha – Morph!

Jesus wants you for Supper, start living it!

II

Halleluyah, blessed be your Soul, don't be afraid;

for behold, you there dead, but now amongst the Living.

Your name has been entered in the Book of Life, Saint;

no longer abandoned and forsaken, bring your Futanari braids!

Whether Asmodeus; Lillith or Azazel, bow down Krillin;

Android 18 welcome, put your crowns to the seat, start chilling!

But the Righteous and Understanding cast out to the shades...

III

Yurei,Yurei, be Yokai, like a Bounteous Kirin full of Tao;

Embrace the Supper of Christ and be exalted.

Remember your ancestors, forgive yourself, bow;

Whiteraven shall be your handmaid, wash your feet, bestow!

Wash your hands, head, to make you a worthy Bride Excelsior.

Your House like UltimaThule, make a Covenant with El Shaddai!

Blessed are those, who come in the Name of Christ, Deus Vult Now!

Forecast

 

I

People soar to the East, lunge through the West;

Grapple their hooks at North, while leisurely South.

The ante was set at half-life, the hand was Contest;

trying to TCG in TPR seeing the stocks plummet!

When bored minds put knowledge on top of Sloth;

Wisdom thrown at the carpet, to make way to Cloth;

until all cups filled vinegar, all bread Wormwood fret.

II

Pressure the scarcity, make Conflict roam the markets;

respond to stimuli, seeking the clarity of weights.

Mene Tekel, for the values overcome targets;

Galvanic elements make chocolate to soap outlets.

When root-beer diluted with water, each teacher a sleight;

hands talking to be cast down on the pulpit straight!

When too much freedom, make yokes obsolete nets.

III

Dollar, Dollar, Quarter, penny – don't gaze the static;

make your own journey. White noise, black pills –

recipe to loose your sanity, then formulas plastic.

Experts know nothing, for their wits stagnant flux;

become like the void, diagonally parallel chill,

horizontal vertical, compressed to Tesseract I Will!

The Angel of Ezekiel, Tengu in sky, Kitsune-Hime NUX.

IV

Fall into your insanity and navel your folded nuts;

Civilisations rise and fall, like a bear trampling

on the excess, as their three mounds eat, thrash, gut!

Why dost people seek wisdom, enlightenment to boot?

Kong-Fuzi dost hearken to Lao Zi; Liondog hates things;

scarecrows trying to be Oni, while no control of 9 rings!

Those, who glimpse the void, harvest Epiphanies sut.

V

Like ash on your mouth, then you couldn't catch em all;

not Ketchum yet, people cash in all kinds of fellowship.

Today, your digicode say Agumon, tomorrow Garuru gall;

until the Cherrymon makes you Puppetmon for the stall.

Seethe the Rashomon, as Kagemusha Genisha their hips;

while never lost their head, to bring their heart on top.

Minds are bad Masters but good servants of a servant ya'all!