Saturday, December 31, 2022

Thank you for your Service

 Clerks and Maids, Servants and Spades; 

Vendors and Mentors, Officers and Medics. 

Thank you for your service, on the Holidays! 

Truckers and Builders, Custodians and Welders; 

Plumbers-Firefighters, Early worms All-Nighters. 

Thank you for your service, on the Holidays! 

Soldiers and Clerics, Lawyers and Interns; 

Librarians-Accountants, Jurors and Judges. 

Thank you for your service, on the Holidays! 

You are the ground, Society was put to place; 

the Rock, what God bestowed His blessings. 

Behold, on this New Year, may it exalt thee! 

Draw strength, walk with Pride -- Salt of the Earth!

Commit

 Commit Murder of Self -- Don't Love, Don't Hate; 

Don't Pray, Don't State! Don't Need; Don't Feed; 

Don't Creed; Don't Bleed! Don't Cheat; Dont Rule; 

Don't Judge; Don't Root! For Such are the ways of Fear. 

Fear begets Greed, and a lust to own things and people. 

Fear makes Pride turn to a shield, and sword, drawing 

red lines and walls around you and your belonging. 

Fear makes, Honour smother, like the Bed of Procrustes; 

what is not up to the task, will be streched thin; 

what is too long, will be cut short hunchbacked whim!!  

Fear makes people outrage and have problems not solutions; 

Fear is the poison in the cup, hoisting the Heroes downfall. 

Tyrants are not born in darkness, but in light, then too much 

Sun and Daylight has been digested. Too little moonlight 

and selfreflection has been dabbled with. That's why the slums 

are built around the Metropolitan, not the ravenous gourge 

spewing fire and brimstone. Its time to stop! Mene Mene Tekel Uparsin!! 

A Time of Darkening is Coming, to commemorate Tristan and Isolde. 

Money will be worth nothing; word and honour will be worth nothing. 

For those who go back on their word shall be forsaken by the Lord Allmighty. 

None of the Righteous shall feast on the Holy Supper! 


Learn to Live in the Dark, then the left hand didn't know, what the right hand 

was doing. For the Mystery will take over and Madness will rule the streets. 

People will traverse with lanterns once more, out of fear being mugged; 

speak your collected thoughts in the Newspapers, they shall not last. 

Just like a bitch being strangled, you will gasp for air and hyperventilate. 

Too little too late -- just like inmates, stabbing anything for the rates; 

like rats fleeing Titanic. Everything and Everyone for themselves! 

In every Five Star, Two shall be against three and three shall be against Two. 

Because you are addicted to information and Voyeur is your Sin. 

You shall not covet your Neighbours House; Wife nor Maleservant. 

Nothing what belongs to His, not even his opinions and oppai! 

But you wanna know, so you could judge and cancel. To feel 

the kill-frenzy and power rush in your little prison experiment. 

Will it end differently this time? Those who Commit, will soon run out, 

of fucks to shit. Once you run out, what will you substitute with, to make 

your salt flavour again? Thus take those words to Heart and start Fresh. 

Use it for Tabula Rasa and tetox all your grievance, you have collected 

This Year, to walk a new path. Commit to This Murder of Self and move on! 

This is a New Beginning for us all! Halleluyah and Godspeed!

Thursday, December 29, 2022

Miss Appropriate

 Shamans and Wolves 

Dark Techno EBM Warded 

Dark Industrial Cyberpunk Dea Nox 

Bereshit bara 


Behold, your virgin Queen, Virgo Sanguine 

Algonquin, as the harlequin are off the rocker. 

the Questionaire ate too much KKK to FAQ 

I fapped my fucks to Melburn, to mail in Black! 

The white horse of conflict was told to Genius Loki. 

Low key amused on the perplexed notion, of Nimrod 

and Numenor coming to the fray Lion Dogs Clint 

Easwood the Ton of Isaak, to Rabbi the New-Fork. 

2 Steps back, and a castle diagonally. Borgin & Burkes 

didn't like to be punched down, thus slivered back 

under the rock, calling themselves Translucious Bel Etage! 

The A priori appropriate private inmate of Servant-State; 

Rate is for Bruisers, and correctness for the Butcher. 

Commemorating the transition of Lea to Diablo; 

as in the lime of fire, the nephilim became impersonal exiquus! 

Potter tried to wiesel his way out, to avoid being framed with 

Gilderoy Lockhart and Rita Skeeter, but Umbridge told no lies. 

The Centaurs accepted this new Amazon amongst themselves 

and adopted to be the future Queen of Mary Sue Watson.

Who didn't want to reply to Conan Doyle and write a new Holmes, 

who don't get smoked by Moriarty? so the daughter of ibid, 

who was adopted by you know whom, also by Loki and Kromm. 

Even Erin Brockovich volunteered to become the Fairy Godmother, 

to fight hexavalent crome yet again. Toxic masculinity, must dispatch! 

As Johnny Storm crashed and Burned another Lamborghini Miura, 

he ran out of Testarossa Ferraris and Bugatti Chiron Price. Ronon 

accused him of being Miss Appropriate, transitioning to the West. 

It can only be forgiven, if you transition to the East, and then North 

becomes the New Southpark! The Warden awarded Aiden The 

"Dark Wanderer" a shadowy cabalist figurine, made of Nb-Ti 

in an Copperfield Matrix to blast the Johnns out of Wick's Breathmint 

commercials. While robin was horny again, for nobody believed 

HIM shining. Warlocks come from Finland anyway, just like The End. 

Natsu Dragneel had to be rebirthed as well, like Venus; Haniel vowed 

to put a nice word in Heaven as the heathens roared to erect another 

Yggdrasil to stab the next "nameless one" from Jotunheim. New Runes; 

New-Moons Eves to throw the apple back, and move in to Paradise host. 

Who cares, if you have to be nude and oblivious inside the Matrix; 

for Cypher was right about Feminism, so was Neo, for not touching Breach. 

Generator Rex advised, backed up by Bobo Haha, that the Jungle can be 

a cruel mistress Casarina. The Bakugan had to brawl on Berešit bara Elohim, 

et hashamayim ve'et haarets. Rashomon hired some gatekeepers and nine 

rings to rule them all. Mordor tried to cease and desist but Toshiro Umezawa 

was the stronger shadowlord. Anyway, Hollywood already asked for 

shooting rights for the new Kitsune Hime show, it was called "Kodama Rasen-

ningen Taimanshu" Maryland and Estonia agreed they will put breads in one basket.

Robin Hood

 I'm robin your doom and gloom, stop sobin; 

Sorin, are you feeling good? Blood, are True! 

Believe me, then I say unto thou: No goblin; 

Cirke off guard, will Kierkegaard, bobbin 

the Fischers and Bobbies, for hubbies, crew. 

I shall loosen your dead shackles and screws. 

No dreadnaught can duress your thought ibid. 


Take faith, never relent your fervor and stand; 

stained by Stans, and E-lans who manhole the can. 

Golfing balls gull, to seagull, a broken Tor brand; 

the red lotus eaters and aggronauts pout-scout hands 

talking, there reason, should have demand for Chans! 

The change you need, then Barak refused to dance 

with Deborah, going up  to the offeringmount, Brandon. 


There's a new Robin in Town, a new Troll in the Forrest; 

clobbin the sob-story of how to be a solitary individual. 

Hard clubbing the trance tunes and traps for the torrent; 

runes for thee, but no itunes for Mahoney, police warrants 

for the Academies of old. Who has not moe-Lester his duels 

for some Crowley and Hannibal Lecherous oncle Fester vials? 

Any other Star, has a whole graveyard, not skeletons in closet!! 


Cumming out of mimes, I confess, like Tyrion, how I could fuck 

the birchwood out of cupcakes. On trial, as my version of Babel 

had to bible the dial-in of ISDN and blast the past-perfect toetruck. 

This Isekai went awol and In Somnia Dei Nostri fast the bricks 

in the templewall, what lamented the fall of Solomon, throw the towel. 

The tower was too big to be pronounced by the children, Powell 

too old to see the promised land! Moses and Mausers shooting hips. 


There is no power beyond Good and Evil, but Superman, and Yahveh! 

Who wants to enter the darkened void and hit my cheeky devil 7up? 

I'll give a discount, next to a gas-station, dissing the Kyle-Haters meh; 

like Al Bundy, the best Ted-Talk on the Block. Rittenhouse me bleh, 

what is the riddle of Samson, then you get Lailah out of Ariel for bucks 

sake? 2 bucks for the price of stun, as the angry hornets paint green ducks -- 

the new mighty party of Ireland and Scotland United, Highlandparty bruh! 


Who is more Claymore, to conjure a Do-Remy for the D'Arcy, Nobody's girl 

and Nomans fam. I scan my plan to clandestine the ham-sandwich for Shalom. 

the Talitha Koum was Salam Aleikum in Samaria, to drink tea with onigiri; 

as Muhammad went to the Sermon of the Mount! The Banner was raised, dairy 

took Andalusia by surprise, to make Cordovain great again!! The CGI was sure:  

#CalifateGreatestImam, to Islam all who haram the Stokers on the Tram impure! 

Those, who escape the sword, shall be trampled cows of Bashan, already Torn!!

Manifest this!

 I don't pray: "God, cut me some slack; 

I got backpain and head-ache, I'm lost 

behind the track!" I do: "Break me, crack; 

all my Vanity and Pride, like was Barak, 

who didn't feel worthy, to lead the Host 

of Israel, like did Deborah. Spread a toast 

of bread and butter with mead, to enemies Cock!" 


I don't sway left; right and center: "Is it real time, 

to tribulate for the lord, tabulate Numbers score?" 

I Manifest Wormwood and Vinegar, to put fine 

garment under the servants of the Lord, as kind 

soldiers of Jehu did unto him, after Elisha implored: 

"You are King of Israel!" even Eliyah could not hone 

that say, loving the land and its people too much, fined! 


I ask for the Cross, for blood and flesh, here to atone; 

for the sins and transgressions, what I have not done -- 

for the misgivings and grievances, I have not undergone! 

Just like my Lord and Master before me, was prone 

to be possessed by Harlots and Taxcollectors; crowned 

with ridicule, never having a place to rest his head down, 

save for Golgatha, the scull-mountain, while praying alone!! 


In Gethsemane; Bethesda and Cana He was the same, My Lord; 

may I fall among Boanerges, to be Left; Right and center outrage! 

Conflict is the middle name, ready to serve the wolves accord 

and the deers needs; wherever a Satyr may walk, or Nymph afford 

to see the Stairway to Heaven. I shall open it, which none may cage; 

binding all their enemies, which none may release encored on stage!! 

One way, shall the children of God come, nine ways part, clothes torn.


All those, who wanna convert Sadhguru and offer bibles to Iron Maiden; 

there is you such fervor, then an orphan or widow is coming your way! 

Alas, they are not on crossroads, and offer you no blue checkmarks Braiden; 

I got news for you, lassy, no leprechauns gold nor silverlining, Sir Aiden. 

For those, who cringe on the unworthy, as though, Jesus can't save!! -- 

No Supper for you, but Nietzsches Superman from amongst Samaritan, gave 

the Salmon his faultlines and scisms as forgiveness -- are You his Honden? 


Thieves dens; pits of venomous vipers, have Israel and St. Peter become; 

in which covenant has your councel not fornicated, like Ruben, your forefather! 

Simeon and Judah replaced him, just as Shiloh and Bethel, before the throne 

of Solomon was seated and the Arc went to Jerusalem, just because some 

nude dancing and humble service from David, the Just, who was righteous rather; 

but not you, who in the minds of Michal, want to snub on, what the Lord gathered! 

You shall be scattered, written Milka, people wont find you in the Bible, humm.


Manifest This!: "Break the unjust yokes, amend the unfair laws. Make Way 

for the coming of your King. blessed is He, who comes in the name of the Lord!" 

Proclaim the Sabbath Year and become enthralled in the spectacles of Mayday; 

the Sermon of the Mount as your guide, the Cross as your anchor, thus Pray! 

"Who is Like You, Yahveh Sebaot, Jesus Your Christ in Holy Spirit as told; 

Thou art Holy, the Whole World is full of your Honour and Exaltation, bold! 

Let the Attributes and pillars of Heavens Tremble, for your Words stand Firm!!"

Wednesday, December 28, 2022

Be the Leaf

Believe Me, then I do say unto You: 

Be the Leaf, that fleeting moment. 

Embrace the Wind, forgetting the Road, 

you hit all day long; radiant Sun 

and soothing Moon. Be the Leaf -- 

En path to find the forbidden fruit 

at the Gates of No Gate, with the Family 

you never had. As the Chipmonks are 

bulletproof and the sage is colourless, 

tasteless, without any sense of odor... 

Amazed in the maze-minds Tome; 

undertoned; undergrounded; inbound. 

Be the Leaf, and Fall for the Winter, 

to Birch a new Spring and Summer. 

Ragnar wants to Rock your Midgard -- 

Ragnarog, then Fenrir ate your right hand; 

Nidhogg your roots and ancestry. Loki 

took Hel with him, and chased away your cattle. 

Then Fire and Ice dance around, Inside and out! 

Does your mistletoe and wheat know, what begets 

Baldur at your gates and Freya at your House? 

Stabbed by your own force of Will; gourded 

by your own desires and aspirations... 

If the One dost not die on his Cross, giving his 

flesh and blood to the Ravens, and his eyes 

to the wise crows, he shall not see Jacobs ladder; 

nor have the councel of Joseph nor Samuels wits. 

Become like a child, like a young maiden, 

who knows not, what a Man is, nor wicked 

covetous glee. Who has not sat down at the seat 

of the Teachers nor at the councel of the Priests!! 

Have no Name, No Face, No Sound! Be like Tao. 

Be the Leaf, what fell down, and became the Earth; 

Rain watered its grave and lamented his departure. 

Oh look, a young willow-tree sprang up. All its 

thousand leafs rejoiced, like a full nation; like 

the waves of the Ocean! Be the Leaf, move on. 

Don't hold Wisdom; nor Councel, because thats 

what foolish children seek. Do nothing and move on. 

Mow the lawn, play shogi or chess, sniff the flowers; 

fuck your gf and make yourself rooted in this land! 

Why should you float between Heaven and Earth 

becoming Kagemusha? Respect your elders, Respect God; 

change the World, by leaving it be; walk by enough times. 

The river will change its path. Bow down in front of the Mountain; 

your presence will make itself known and carve a path through. 

Offer no resistence, no points to return, move on! 

Be the Leaf, today your thought about Yourself, then We forgat. 

Was it Me Myself and I or was the wind, the journey the sky... 

Become the vessel of all might and meaning, the servant of servants; 

possessed by virtue and nothingness. The Light and Darkness -- 

then meaning meats silence and oblivion. Alas, how could a mortal 

tongue, ever sing praise, worthy of what is Holy, Holy, Holy! 

Even then I say: "Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ in Holy Spirit" 

what would that mean, my thoughts and contemplations; 

all what I have learned to this day. Aren't those like rotten haystacks? 

Haypope fucking Sly-Jack and begetting Old Nick who fucked Buthead! 

The outcome of any wizard and sorcerer is more folly in vanity; 

more sadness and despair, to fill another book with ink, to burden 

the worker and worry the merchant. What does it bring, in the grand 

scale of things? The wind still blows, and the seas still roar; 

mountains grow up and fall down, while forrests come and go. 

Everything has its time and presence, his proper place and passage. 

Be the Leaf, and that will be good enough, to gain enlightenment. 

Tuesday, December 27, 2022

Vaimne Rännak

 K; O; L; U; M; A; T; S; W; Õ; R; D; J; H; Ä; V; B; L; Ö; G; Ü; E; N; P; I 

Kunstis Kullatud Kodarad on Kaunase Kindlas Kantsis; 

Oda Otstel Oodatud, Orgid Omistavad Oksal. 

Lugu Loitel Lottendab, Lõhub Loome Lõime; 

Uulits, Uutab Uudistes, Undab Urglik Uudismees. 

Mehe Maitse Mälestes, Mõmin Mõlgub Meeles; 

Aate, Ande, Aardel, Annab Aule Aadel... 

Tüür Tuleb Turjal Tugevaks, Tahedaks Teivaks!

Sinisukk ja Salalukk, Sõba Sunnib Süda Sünnib; 

Wölu Wõõra Wäe meeles Wiha tema Wardja Waldus. 

Õlad Õhtul Õnne Õitsel, Õgvendades Õlekubu... 

Rattur Reedab Rohu Rutus, Reginid ja Röganutud! 

Diiva Dewa Daimon Deerav Domino Diaral. 

Järk Järgis Jõuku Jäägitu Jänese Jõul! 

Halla Huvis Hullas Hüve, Harva Hävis; 

Äike Ähmasel Äkkel, Ärkas Ädala Ängus... 

Voor näitab Vaar eitab, Veer mõikab, Viir lõikab! 

Öisel Öökulli Öpetusel, Öhib Ögab ja Öördab; 

Gildi Gloobus Geenib Gynes Grandi Googi! 

Ülased Ülemistes Ülendasid Ürg-Inimese Ütte Üle!! 

Emand Elevusest Enne Eelistamist, Enese Emastatud; 

Nõid Näitas Nõe Nõgusal kumal Näojoonte Nidu... 

Purde Poolel Paristamisel, Pannal Pinnus Pidamas! 

Isa Ise Ilutsedes, Ihkas Indumise Ilmutust.

One God to worship all

 Twelve Crowns on Mortal Men, Apostles of the Faith; 

four Gospels written, to account what was thus said. 

Seven sacraments in Church, bestowed upon the people; 

One Cross, to crucify the Jesus we all Love -- 

In the Land of Jerusalem and Vatican's oath sworn! 

One God, to rule them all; One Baptism binds them; 

Father; Son and Holy Ghost -- in divine light blind them!!

Reality is a choice of Words

 Reality checked in on meme; 

sorry Me, stuttering, frisk it -- 

for no bisquit. As Alps had a 

Nigtmare party, at my chest. 

Commemorating the holy 

matrimony between Loki and 

Swadifare, to break the vow; 

for gods love to tell the truth 

in lies; while mortals lie, telling 

the Truth!! Birch me, when you can -- 

as I Abort/Retry/Fail to comply... 

The fabric of Uni-verse una-Bomba 

dress-rehersed chill. A Kill-Bill for 

a knife on edge, seeing a bride beaten 

to deaths door; the shots of hot irony, 

still burn in my Athelstan'ed hands! 

Who has not omitted History or sacred.

txt for the sake of Cinematography 

and a Yellow Star, at Broadway: Keep 

those curious kittens trotting @WellMint 

Alas, Noooh Thus is the Roads to Hel!!

Rhunic Chant

 Ash-Bertha-Ash-Dagaz Kenaz-Ash-Bertha-Ash-Dagaz; 

Reito-Ash-Bertha-Ash-Gifu-Odal-Nautis-Tiwaz. 

Wunyo-Ash-Reito-Gifu Hagalaz-Ash-Laguz 

Thurs-Eh-Madr-Algis Jera-Isha-Gifu-Ash-Reito-Dagaz; 

Nautis-Isha-Fehu-Odal-Ingwaz Reito-Ash-Wunyo-Ash. 

Madr-Ash-Lagu-Lagu-Ash-Reito-Dagaz, 

Pertra-Reito-Ingwaz Hagalaz-Eh-Lagu Dagaz-Eh-Wunyo-Ash 

Eh-Odal-Madr-Eh-Reito

Monday, December 26, 2022

Mending

 Bending -- Trending -- Never-ending; 

genders twist and turn on the churns of 

Enders Games, for the lending of Dominaria. 

Who is the True Transformer, who Phantomas 

in the Opera, as the fat ladies sing demise... ?

Its time to take your Free Willis back, 

to have your Christmas Carol, those in need; 

are seldom left delete. Be redeemed, from surrender; 

the sweet-sour taste of give ups and hinder-science, 

made to render your reality checks and Cat-scans 

over the obsucuro rainbows, what never cared. 

Are you real, or just growing up for sure. 

Hand a helping Stan, for the true virtues freedom; 

then childen are left alone, to atone for the Saints Row 

beginners, who think themselves Count, but faint!!

Pushing-Pulling; fucking around to find out the Stout; 

letting de jure into my heads, and tails. Sitting ducks bleed. 

Can you read the defeat of Superheroed knots-squatts. 

Let a Man or Woman themselves choose, not their peers; 

how to affirm dat ass, and pronounce their defiance in being True!

Worthless

 Eminem & Kepstar Still Learning 

Don't trust your Worth, to surf Hollywood, for Gm Wood, 

then some bewitch it to a broom, Wroom for the Shrooms. 

Maybe your room, is not green, but don't turn horny Cahoney; 

while sitting yours down around the clowns of towntown. 

Fame and Fortune has chilled many shits, before they could 

"Greatest Hits!" The Twats of Twitter and Dewitts who cringe 

on their colours and believe they aint It. Pronouncing, how 

they would Nott, have killed the old prophets, while erecting 

them blind statues, derelicting the good spirits and faiths 

virtues who cares dues into cashews for some Nutella. Who dares 

to be a White Knight in shining armour, then that's ablist blaired 

in misappropriated Quiddich. There the authors have to gay anywho, 

to He/She/It but snuffing a prayer in front a clinic makes cynics

call the cops. Lewd newt Pettigrews, who want to go Hufflepuff, 

but first join Griffindor, then Slytherin abuse their throat chokehold, 

for the Chupacabra Hoc Est Corpus Meum cadaver, the Heroines 

are instilled in our name, before we could even date one in vain. 

You could not Worth less in the Masse, misgiving your fucks on chess; 

but you're Invaluable -- don't loose yourself in the test of talents; 

Be your own Champion, regardless of the valour and creed in the 

World, who mocks your confess! Make your Worth caress your friends 

and family to be better, than their prior, while loving-kind inside. 

Dress your best nature, and shoo the black cats away, who problematic 

pasodoble, pas de deux on the balerinas endeux. Be yours Malheur counter, 

who brings good luck to the Bollox Chans, who Click-Clack-Troll the crap. 

For you art not Worthless! For you art not Worthless! For You art not Wortless!

King Troll

 Tom MacDonald No Lives Matter 

Tom MacDonald Fake Woke 

Tom MacDonald Cancelled 

Tom MacDonald Don't Look Down 

Tom MacDonald Hourglass/Who I Am/Bout it

Then the Kinks enrolled in your mind, escaping, 

the scatebored, while other gores are implored. 

Kafkaesk Igor Karkaroffs Demiroff on Vodka sting; 

King Trolls on the bling, want to sing picturesk raping 

for the strafing on the gender of pronouns galore... 

Controlling the gull, then the malls are dull-tujour!! 

Sidewinding the winged effects of cringe neighbouring. 


Who is more outraged, the pros or the Cobras: Bros 

bruhhed some Borš for the remorse Coda endorsed. 

Who could concent on this rape-track to trap Hoes.? 

Then Scandal can-selled the telltale signs: "Anything Goes!" 

People wanting to be Children of God, to goat on Lords 

and Ladies, while not understanding, how the borders 

grow closer and nobody wanting to do work Samaritan shoes!! 


Blessed are the MacDonalds, who havent grown old, Animal 

Farms can't touch his Beer, nor beefcake, to garbage the Prodigy! 

No Medeia can conform his true colours -- stay Real cannibal! 

Here's some Christs Blood and Flesh, what feeds the Hannibals; 

making the default into dreadnaught, the nay to thought and synergy!! 

The Orgies of fake-organists screeches for the Best Waifu elegy, 

on how to stonewalk the fair maidens into churchfloor and Cardigan. 


Godspeed, Superman, born to Redeem, make your happy endings 

better beginnings for those, whos chin hosed the Moses in Moes. 

Bringing the kids to the promised land, then others offer pretendings;  

Loving the tender flesh and spirits, to grift the gifts out of pre-teens!! 

Selling cool-aid, while the mood aint, Moose stained, moves-loose. 

The cannons of shattered glass; clayjars, who wanted to aspire, no truce! 

Peck or choose, then the Ravens are circling the carrion bloodfrenzied... 


The Servant of Servants Sergeant, Sir giant, Rhapsody Surgeon, MacDonald! 

Stand up and raise your kite. For God needs a motherfucker, who gives 

no fucks on public opportunity and tolerance fatigue policies. Be the Trump 

card in His Stack, to hit people up with Heaven; the Wild Joker, who Thump 

the Bible, while never stepping inside a church! Blessed are those, who live 

free and bleed for the Truth, never relenting the prudent Temperance, believe! 

Be The Sword of the meek; orphaned-widowed unholy, fairhaired Harald!!


Sunday, December 25, 2022

What should I do?

 Monster Chainsaw Man 

Mark 10:17; 12-41-44 

What should I do, Senpai, make me enlightened; 

should I sell my soul and belongings, offer 

my firstborn on Mount Moria? I am frightened. 

What if, my education, place of Service might end 

up smothering away from Christ!! What coffers, 

should I smite, what sign up to be faitful, NosSir 

I don't wanna be a nigger, but a White Knight trend! 


Many come to the altar, looking and punching down; 

reading, how many times the Bible, and their collected 

company of verse and Champions deeds. Failing frowned, 

then Jesus lets a whore wash his head, or dost crown 

an adulterous wife with a pyre of stones. Punch erected 

Sermons and Nehu-Stans, for judgment begrins the elected. 

The chosen, who seethed themselves Holy, leaving Christ drow!! 


Drown in your sorrows, weep, Pharisee, for you got your price! 

Wallow in sut and cover your mouth with ashes son of Zadok; 

Those, who don't see Jesus in the latter, wont become nice, 

in Heaven, but naught, for the Lord shall cringe, then your vice 

will turn up on His Holy Court. Thee, Most High on Riddick; 

to cronicle: "You keep, what you hunt!" Porjadoc, Goldylock 

playing white Russian with the Three bears, whom to auspice!! 


There is no need to defend the vultures from the carrion; 

let the Crows teach you the Way to aid the Wolven horde. 

Throw away your Wits and Clever Tactics and carry on. 

Take your Cross, trusting only in Christ! Not some Crayon 

Cry-opting your true colours and Cryostorm deep-norde... 

There is no redemption in contempt; no loving accord. 

No Kind words can wash away the rot of worms, Marrion. 


Better bitter-sweets, than taste the Iron Maiden and loose heads. 

The tails seldom gives good councel. Altars of Shame, defame. 

The more you joust for your own value and honour -- beads. 

Aye, just like worthless glass, neclases are those, who tread 

on the Holy Halls of Yahveh Sebaot, while having shamed 

and uprooted a single child of God!! Millstones would tame 

them better at the bottom of Davy Jones's locker as bled... 


Be the Samaritan, the Joker, the Jinx! That is your story; 

don't give me toys; R's and Thus Sayeth the Lord, Selah! 

Why do I need your cheep aesthetics spam to hang gory 

excuses of souls up, who can't even see their inventory, 

without lusting their neighbours wife or daughter! Seraphs 

of Imp Scales are they. Wanting what is not theirs, Geraphs 

of Virtue, who cant suffer in the Valley of death, judge merry!! 


Break your own heart and sell your own soul! Tarnish thy name; 

forsake your face and become Songoku! Then you shall reap 

the reward of no Boon, what no merchant nor thief can sale; 

nor shame nor take away. Even if they would wail a trail 

of thousand breadcrumbs and watertanks filled with wine cheap!! 

Be the Gate of no Gate, travercing the Path of No Return, the leap 

of Rashomon, to sell Oranges to the wicked, make them Iname.

Ominous

 2H Dark Techno Industrial Bass Cyberpunk 

For gaming studying and training martial arts, both physically and mentally. 

Omm - I -- Nous, nousse the mousse 

au chocolat, trez bouche -- obfuse. 

Der House ist Kein Scluss noch Dr. 

Shooting the shota moons, for the loli 

shoes didn't walk a greenmile on pastures 

off abuse. Spiritus Sangre Real, loose; 

then Molotovs and Cocks entailed, set sail; 

blaring the glaring Witch Projects of Lich 

hour, scour, sweet, bitter and sour, soyourner. 

Gremlins and Gargoyles there attending Slytherin 

for the sleight of hand, and coy slander on Huffelpuff. 

As the spice wanted to "Ora et Labora" but let 

someone else do it, as Homer decreed. 

Southpark was too North-West, thus contest 

for the new Cat-Paw, to Fist Flanders to Grisham. 

The Rainmakers and Haybrokers wanted to erect

the church at the center stage, to have a Masse for Paris. 

For you cannot defent the Fleur du Lis, as the barbarians

are cumming on your flag and moral zeal. Liberte; Egalite; 

Fraternite -- muerte il grande niente, mourir du la verde! 

Maman les petit bateaux rouge. Qui wont sur l'eau, 

ont-ils des jambes? Des fete vos jeux rien ne vas merde!! 

Omm-I-Nous; Omniscious conscious Pluribus Unum 

Soli Deo Gracia Theou, contesting the frivolous clues, 

greek gifts, grifting uplifts, sidewinded wingmans wims;

how one empty suit could crue some automatons in Blue. 

The Print was on the sand via the red lines and fence sitting.

the Babysitter was eaten alive by Wednesday, having the 

hots for Fryday and Robinson Crusoe, who dreamt of 

being the New FatMan. The Disk what keeps on misgiving. 

Heartbroken in the unspoken rules and plotarmories coven. 

How many angles can you fit on a needles eye, while an 

angel tries to pull one white rabbit out of your assholed 

log file? I signed my metadata off, as Null.Oblivion.grp.dox 

Nothing to see here, nihil to seethe, Hare! The Turtle 

mowes on, with the juggernautilus to find some teen spirit 

to be the maiden in the wall, to keep the keys of Solomon, 

and the Civilisations 4th wall crumbling down the 

Dover-Bridges. Nightmares fared well, endared of the glare.

Nash was advocating for the Fischer Price. Grooming 

the groovy curvy and moody Mad Eyes disputing.

Did I really do 20 shots with the Sheriff, or did I drank 

the deputy under the booth, robodripping for checkmarks 

sake. Heaven was shut, so I huffed a mile to Nangiyala...

Saturday, December 24, 2022

Based on the Maori tune "Bless me, My lord"

 I tried to find english words, but those really sucked, so I have to translate from Estonian. :S Shoutout to the Maori, this is something, like Count Doku beholding Darf Maul for the first time! ^^ 

1. Õnnista Sa mind, Isa taevane,

palvetan ma, jään usus ootama.
Hinges on põud, nii pime sünge tee,
üksinda, Issand Sa, võid aidata.

2. Üksinda ma ei oska kõndida,
kui Sa ei juhi, eksida võin ma.
Mind varja Sa, siis kõnnin võitjana
kõikides ohtudes ja võitlustes.

3. Võia mind Sa nüüd Püha Vaimuga,
ei eksi siis ma kõrvale õigelt teelt.
Valgeneb tee, mu eesmärk kirkaks saab,
mu hing vaid Jumalat nüüd ülistab. 

Bless me, My Lord, Heavenly Father; 

I pray unto Thee, awaiting on my faith. 

My soul is dry -- the wastes of barren bothers -- 

only Thou could help, cast light among wraiths. 


Alone in the Dark, I cannot stumble far; 

when you wont guide me, lost are all my paths. 

Thou shelter me, then I shall spite all scars; 

like a True Victor in the dread and scaths. 


Bestow unto me, with Grace and Holy Spirit; 

then I wont venture, aside the righteous path.

My vision clear, my path enligtened, hear it: 

"May My Soul exalt You, My Lord for all I hath."


On naming your child Angelic names, and Christian

 Christmas is the time of giving and peace, thus I'll be nice, to tell you about, how my name impacted me spiritually. Because naturally, at this time grandparents are either stupid or wise enough to quip their advice, which shall equip a lot of fervor and terror on the way. 

I was named Kristjan Räst, which is a really proud and popular name, for 1982, inside a very proud and rich family -- in the Soviet Union. You could compare our family to the Gaunts, that's how proud we there, though most of them would have belonged to Ravenclaw or Gryffindor, not Slytherin, like me... X^D 

What's so wrong about, naming your child or grandchild Kristjan? 

My Grandfather was a very proud man, who didn't forgive anything and didn't belong to anything, much like the attitude of Išmail. Being an ingenius architect he could afford it, though, it was the reason, people hated his guts, and he had no friends around his grave, to honour his stature, but the inner family. 

My Grandmother was also proud, and worked in the Library of Univercity of Tartu, decyphring the hand-manuscripts of scholars, to save them for History sake. Because of that, there always was plenty of debate and books to read at our house, or appartment. She never went to church, because her husband didn't approve her such moral weakness. Out of fear, the locks would change and the appartment burn down or what ever bla reason. I loose all respect towards people, who don't suffer for their faith and convictions... :o 

My Mother was a promising student and street-actress, who due to her depressions and low self-esteem fell in love with a hot shot loverboy, whos face I now share. It was a great shame getting pregnant at the age of 19... it closed many doors so to speek. 

And then they had this frivolous audacity, naming me Kristjan Räst or as I like to translate it Christian Vip(er) because my last name is the first part of the serpent (Rästik), probably coming from the bird Rästas or from Saulkrasti which means daybreak, in Latvia. Its irroneus to make fun of God like that, and give your grandchild teasingly such a name, because he can't pronounce it. I remember how amused Lord Jesus Christ is around me. Just hysterical. It was very funny then the Soviet Union collapsed, empowerishing my family into worker class, then previously we there upper middle class. It was very funny, then I couldn't have friends, due to my grandfather designing half of Tartu, and since those plans there not heeded exactly, due to corruption, a lot of things didn't work out. 

So I had to hide the fact, who my grandfather was at school, or risk being pummeled to a pulp. It was funny to be meak, and quiet, while having the Naruto Uzumaki mouth, then addressing between Tsunade and Terumi, I really hate google making it so hard on me, finding propper names, to quote... :o I just can't help it, either I have a silver tongue, or a potty mouth. I also ended up in my childhood, complimenting the Terumi's at the expence of the Tsunade's though I have to respect the character of Tsunade Daimyo, for not snapping at her subordinate, as was Her right. Sometimes it shows true leadership qualities, if you disregard a direct offence. Naruto just could not help it, having no intellect about the face, what is so important in Japan, the reason, why the author put it there. Naruto has no face at all, being the true expression of the Monkey King, driving the Jade Emperor mad. Because of the connotation between Kong Fuzi and Lao zi... :o At least, so I understand. ^^ 

If I had any kind of worthy intellect of the Neji Hyuga or Sasuke; Itachi Uchiha kind, I know for sure, the angels of God would have decapitated me the same, as they did to the statue of Dagon in his House! But, since God sent me so much calamity, they beheld me, like the people of Konohagakure looked at sobbing Naruto, sitting at the swing, for failing his genin exams, because he couldn't even Kage Bunshin no jutsu!! Mostly, because the sealing jutsu didn't let him use his chacra correctly, but still. The life of a jinjuriki is hard. And I felt the same, bearing this godly name. Thus I call myself Whiteraven, out of shock and awe. I'd rather not come in contact to some holy angel, seeing my name. They might snap... :(( :V 

Don't give your children Angelic names, unless you want them to be Holy Mecha Units like Power Rangers or such like. Because every time you name your child; Gabriel (God is my Strength) or Michael (Who is like God) or Raphael (God has Healed) or Uriel (God is my light) you don't do your child any favours. 

Let me tell you something, smartypants adults and parents; grandparents. This is how God reads those names! Then you curse your child with Gabriel, it is not, that your son will draw Strength from God, to do his bidding. Oh no. He draws it do do Gods bidding, for His agenda, not yours!! He will be like a sword, but not in your hands, but in any hand worthy or unworthy, what Yahveh Sebaot and His Christ and the Holy Spirit, deems right and fit. Please remember, what Lord Jesus Christ told about it: Luke 4:16-27 So He came to Nazareth, where He had been brought up. As His custom was, He went into the Synagogue on Sabbath day, and stood up to read. He was handed the book of Isayah the Prophet, when he had opened it, He found that place, there it was written: 

The Spirit of Yahveh, is upon me, because He has anointed me. To preach the Gospel to the poor; He has sent me to heal the broken-hearted, to proclaim (Sabbath year) liberty to the captives; and recovery of sight to the blind. To set at liberty, those who are oppressed!" 

Then He closed the book, giving it back to the attendant and sat down. The eyes of all, who there present, there fixed on Him, thus He began to preach: "Today this Scripture is fulfilled unto you, upon hearing it!" And all bore witness to it, marvelling at the gracious words, proceeding out of His mouth. And thus they said: "Is this not the son of Joseph?" but He said unto them: "Surely you remind me of the proverb: "Doctor, help thyself! -- What we heard done unto Capernaum, do also amongst your kind!" Then He said: Asuredly, I tell you, no prophet is love in his own country. Thus I say, in the days of Eliyah, then the Heavens there shut for three years and six months, then the great famine was throughout all the land, neither of them was Eliyah sent, but to Zarephath, in the region of Sidon, to a widowed woman! Many lepers there in Israel, at the time of Elisha the Prophet, but none of them got cleanse, except Naaman, the Syrian."

And hence the Jews wanted his blood, for spitting in their face, like Kanye West! You don't cast such a name in vain, because you want good tidings, but alas, sometimes God might accept such a generous offer, and really make your son the Shield and Sword like in Supernatural both brothers there the swords of Luciver and Gabriel. that's what you wish unto your son or daughter!! :o 

This is how I read the quote from Isayah, what Jesus read: 

The Spirit of Yahveh, speaks through God is my Grace (Hanael 37 the number of my appartment and correspondent to the planet Venus.) Because Uriel has anointed me. To preach the Gospel along with Gabriel to the poor (meak); He has sent Raphael to accompany, and heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty with Michael to give sight to the blind and oppressed! Can you see, how many archangels are even on this passage, and you want your son or daughter to start seeing them on each doorstep and needlethread?? Like for REAL?!!? XwX TVT Bruh, why though? 

God could give it to the next Nebuchadnezzar for all I care. What's stopping Him, definitely not You!! :o I can give you a hint. Ask me, how many Christians I have been able to bless with my gifts, because I actually can Nat.1/Nat.20 a lot of things, most of the times I bless Satanists and Atheists or Prostitutes and total nutjobs... :o 

If you think, you can rent your son/daughter out for a Church, like in Japan it is with the Geisha culture or such like, don't get your hopes up. If its the real thing, you will cry your eyes out, like the Virgin Mary, the mother of Lord Jesus Christ and chase him/her around with your elder siblings, to bind him/her, lest he/she shames your entire family and your face in the society!! Your such child will be like Inuyasha, a half-demon. Everybody will be on his/her case. He/She has to mind all the time, like in Sailor-Moon, that people wont push their heads into their soul-mirror and not steal the shine of their crystal, making them abominable... :V :$ :o God will not be your friend. The Church will not be your friend. the community will not be your friend. The country will not be your friend. Because you repeated the same sin, what the brothers Boanerges askewed. To sit at the right and left side of God Allmighty. How did the Boanerges accomplish that, drinking from the cup and being baptized via the same crucifixtion? How was their martyrdom? Do you wish that upon your child? Then don't name them angelic names! They wont be the Tony Stark wielding or creating the Iron Man suit. They will quite literally be the Ironman suit, and everybody else will wield their time and business!! Do you want them to turn Communist?? :o

Choose; Bud; Cliff; Dawn (Koit in Estonia); Terrence; Chad; Steve etc. for boys and Mercy; Sage; Amber; Dusk(Haemarik in Estonia); Mary etc. for girls. Why must it be a special angelic name?? Are you people mental? That was my rant, and have a nice day, Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!! Godspeed and Halleluyah! UWU

Friday, December 23, 2022

God is my Shelter

 Then the hands tire, and the belt loosens from the hip; 

then the little thinger is thicker than the loin of Solomon; 

to protect and serve all the maidens of the temple, 

from the prying eyes of the sons of Eli, and cast asunder 

the Sermons of the sons of Skeua. To break the long arm 

of Uzza; to smite the strong arm of the wicked and remove 

the bloody boot, what straps on the widows and orphans!! 


God is my shelter, then I call thee, Adalee! Be Blessed, be Well! 

And you Nissiel, venerable among angels of God. Take heed; 

just like in the days of Japha, eat my flesh and blood, rejoice! 

God is with thee, who's spirit is torn and in tatters; a torrent 

of fiery Hailfire. Jahveh Sebaot is His name, Jesus Christ His Messiah! 

In Holy Spirit, those who are wicked, take The Shield and Sword 

of the Lord Allmighty, and wield His Holy Armaments!! 


God Is my Shelter, He makes me jump over the fence and 

defeat the juggernaut. May the dread of Nations befall me. 

That will do nihil -- one path shall they cross, nine abandon! 

Find shelter in my soul, and be vindicated in your terror; 

let me eat your sins and vicious Malice with Despair, behold: 

Today, is a New Day, you have been, as  a newborn, stand up! 

For the Gospel of the Kingdom of God, and His Children Lives.

Sulfur

 If you suffer from depression, and are ready to give up, read this first, I got a message for You! <3

Luke 14:23 Drum & Bass 2022 Gaming music

Beneath the Pitfalls and sulfurous gourge; 

engrossed the enlarged forces of habitual sins. 

May the devil take a grin, on a whim, I shall not relent. 

Take my hand, let me release your mind, confined 

in the darkness and despair. Be Well, lost soul!


Beneath the ridicule and torrents of inhaled admire; 

as you glimpsed the idolators and their creations smite. 

Puppeteers, who either/ored your dreams and fairy-tales; 

underestimating your colours and worth. I shall not relent. 

Take my hand, let me release you, lost soul! 


Beneath the doubts and calamitous give-ups. Lost your place 

and the frame, then nothing seems to give a fuck on You. 

Transient between the Sun; Moon and All-Stars: 

"Who are You?" Tat Twam Asi, Precious Unimaginable! 

Take my hand, let me redeem you to Heaven, Angel of God!! 


I am, but a hellhound, bound to trounce on you; 

allow me to take you to Heaven, kicking and screaming! 

Give up your doom and gloom, rejoice, for Jesus Wants You!! 

Take my hand, I'll deceive you to Heaven, be "Hea Vein" 

the good spirits, who dances on mountaintips, like Zarathustra... 


I lost my marbels a long time, to behold the marvel of God; 

The everlasting Mercy what exceeds all limitations of creed and bounty! 

My hangmans jokes are never meant to be funny, but to redeem; 

allow me to serve you, and exalt Thy soul to Heaven redeemed! 

Take my hand, I'll shall bounce you in Heaven as ordealed. 

Noisy Nation

 Noisy Nation Funky Attack 

Why does God choose the meak, rather than the Righteous and Wise? 

This has been a thing, for a long time, so it is important to understand, when you wanna convert to Christendom or Zen; Tao; other non-meditative faculties, you have to unlearn of using your intellect as your main attribute. 

Maybe its my love for D&D and MMORPG, this kind of rogue-like games, there attributes and gear matter to boost your outcome. For God, that is irrelevant, what your stats are, but what your moral compass is. 

I'll give you an example: You send two people to the casino to count cards. One is really ingenious, the natural born cardshark, the other is fairly average. The first one comes back, having doubled his earnings, claims, he lost all. The other comes back barely gaining 12% which is a big deal. One cost you triple, the other gained you 12%. Which one would be more valuable, to have a huge hole in your tank, for the possible major gains, IF he is loyal this time, or the small increment, what gradually saves the day for you. Also the average guy could fly under the radar and not get barred. 

Loyalty to the order and duty, is sometimes more important, then the intricate ability to be virtuous in your craft. 

I'll give another example: A Band comes together, there everybody plays his instrument non plus ultra great... BUT they can't play together, for lack of synergy, for inability to work out, who is top dog, what is main theme, and what is back-ground. There are plenty of people, who can play main, but not backup. We are basically taught from the kindergarden, to be assholes, and drive over everything, to make our way happen. That's what you get, then you empower the women, while depowering the men. Because now Men cannot play paladin, but have to resolve to play murder-hobo or assassin-zealoth in society. 

This would not be a thing, in a society, there men are required to have discipline and Honour, values; virtues. Not just ambition and guilt; shame, for what someone else did in our past. There was the Curse of the House Atreus in Greek Mythology, what corresponds well about it. If you start judging such things, you gather a self-fulfilling prophecy, there people can only suffer and fail. If those people, who claim to be eloquent in teaching and enlightenment, would love the delinquent and criminal, they would ammend those tendencies better, by letting people fail, but also letting them return to the fray, not deliberating, are you virtues and values the right ones, currently popular. 

It might seem, I am contradicting myself. Wasn't God keen, in seeing through, that we would be loyal, and in accordance to the right moral compass? Its to be understood samefold, then Jesus was accused, of giving account of Himself. If you are genuinely God; Superman, or a Supreme Enlightened Being, you can give account on yourself, and just like Tsunade, ignore her own rules of refraining from combat. The question is about not having an Ego, what could have ambition, in furthering an agenda at somebody elses expence. Without Ego, you cannot be offended as well, then somebody dost agree with you, or makes a mistake. 

Whenever we seek spiritual things, we seek them through the enlarging and engrossing of the Ego, then the Eastern yogis throw that one away!! 

There is no Me; Myself and I in enlightenment, while you at the same time are the "I Am" of  Ehye asher Ehye. If you cannot understand how the Yang of I combines with the Yin of Nonbeing, you cannot understand neither Tao; nor zen nor the Sermon of the Mount!! Its like the bowman, stretching and releasing the arrow. That is the essence of Enlightenment and meditation... After you made the shot, you don't guss, how it went, and how you could have done better. The West fails in that faculty, because we're obsessed with good grades. Its not, that you should Commoncore, and not have any grades, but you should not stress them out. 

Anxiety and Depression is rooted in investing value in the wrong places, just like money is the root of evil, in the physical plane. Fear is not defeated, in winning yet another battle, but knowing, then to loose and leave the audience and stage. I never understood the Easterns, then the Master lost on purpose, while being able to make the killing blow. I also cried with the son. It made no sense to me. You should always hayaku ikee execute your tall order!! At least so it is taught in the west. But then I meditate on the zen and Sermon of The Mount, I think, it is a good thing, then the wise give way, and don't win all. There is no victory, in succeeding all brawls, because people will stop playing with you. If you want to get along, you need to learn to loose on time or play gracefully, there it seems, your opponent has more skill. In Japan its even a tradition, to loose to your oyabun. I saw that in the movie "Rising Sun" which was a turning point to me, because before watching this, I didn't fathom somebody from the black comunity, to be called a racist! I was taught in a post-sovet school system, so naturally racism was only to be done by the white community. It allowed to question my own positions and to not always trust the authorities, because they could have ample reasons, why to obfuscate and edit the truth. 

The meak is chosen, because he is unable to edit; obfuscate and distort the truth. Its not, because he's a fool, but because he is the dull-wise or holy fool amongst the Scholarly Wise Wizards and Witches!! Because, if you relent from your sharpness -- not from your slurs, because such people, just like Amos of Tekoa, could be really harsh, with their "Cows of Bashan" or "Drinking wine on a tap" -- I mean the witty ass-smart sharpness, there you are shrewd in generating stories, there the turtle defeats the hare, because you always account half the distance, that there is between the turtle and the hare, that the turtle is not there anymore, but has traversed farther. You could go this way ad nauseam, while the number gets into fractions. It was meant to show off, how the Greek contemplation was Superior, not to be right and truthful. For the same reason, they never built their temples evenly, but in an angle, you could not perceive with your eye, but you could see it on blueprint. That's the reason, why in the end Demagogues failed, because Veritas was not an attribute to behold. Pilate didn't say thus to Jesus from thin air. Veritas dost not mean anything under Roman Law, if you can bribe the judges and use slander to ad hominem your opponent, because the mob gets to judge the outcome of the trial, not a professional board of witnesses. It can very well happen, that the original sense of Democracy will come back! Then it happens, Rome shall fall a second time!! 

Instead of the courtroom, we just have Facebook; Twitter and YouTube. Its always the same. The mob, who is unintelligible, not because of lack of intellect or scholarship, but lack of ability to think and read. We have in fact more information, what could benefit Mankind, but less people able to make it understandable for the layman. Obscurity and Hermeticism is again the thing, and Gnosticism through Freemasons and other closed sections the theme, how to burn down the Library of Alexandria. There is not an age of Enlightenment, but of Transgression and Darkness incoming. Something, what Zaheer would have loved -- full blown Utilitarianist Anarchy in the blend of Tanya von Degurechaff/ Black Butler/Monika of DDLC. You will go to a phonebooth, imagine that, then we have our cells, to confess your sins, and depending how well you confess, you get a social credit score of hedons to spend, to buy things to like things, to interact in your social environment. If you do well, then your marker is positive, and your networth increases faster as it decreases and your prizelist is more fair, than if you do the wrong choises, in which case, you pay from an convenience store at 30% extra cost, while still paying the taxes. or maybe they are revoked, and only the wrongthinkers pay them... 

This is the cost, for like in Israel, demanding us a Fair and Magnanamous King!! Either through some election, or nonelection, because some UN representatives plot and scheme -- thus cementing the downfall, should a tyrant eventually muscle in. If Man don't take their responcibilities up to their own hands, instead of delegating them away, to let someone else do it, like Homer Simpson, the result will be Anarchy and the destruction of Civilisation itself. You have to always, invest in nurturing Democracy and Republic, because its not the natural state of the World. the moment you let go, chaos comes back to the fray!! May Light guide you on your path, good Masters UWU

Thursday, December 22, 2022

End of Transmission

 Kali Yuga Brahma sutra Kama Swami Parvati Shiva; 

Suva sox fox Trott the Beat box, hard knox detox dark Alps! 

Bollocks had some finnish business, as the tie was suiting 

the needs of the few over many Emanations scions constipations... 

I fascion my own ascendance to decadent the Avant garde fragrance 

of words gone merry in my Cesar's salad, Crescent moon got stabbed 

with a wooden fork. The Transe was en mission, like the Communial 

Spiritus Yanqui, in Manhattan Project, prospecting for Dukes of Dune 

for the Half-Life Shell-schoked Quark of Warp 9. There is Nokia in 

da house, no lan, no caster, no spouce, definitely no Power Puffs and 

Jean Gray's to Ultimate Instinct the Vaginal Discord in the urinal 

for everything is ingrained in the piss, in your brains, brains, brains... 

Pinky rules over the ingrates, and braids of fission the fiscal mathers 

into Pisces; Aquarian and Sagitarii, to drive through the fourth wall. 

to the Promised Majin God Hand, and release of the Matrix profundi. 

There's another Neo, on the bloke, to John Wick around the cock; 

merry and silent, to make the Christmas go Orange, on Agent 37 

Amasing Grace!! The slavers of the Thunderdome, still streak a champion! 

Chingles all the way; pringles all that may; hay-day and pele-mele pry-Wayt!!

Loveletter to Hanael

 God is my Grace; let me bleed; 

word for word, let me break through. 

Just as the waters broke mothers wombs; 

Jesus came out from His allocated tomb. 

let me bleed all valour and creed -- 

everything, what the scholars dough 

has added and subtracted from El Shaddai!! 

My hand against all hands, their swords 

against my ear! All decks stacked accords; 

investigate my kidneys and marrow, Adonai! 

Let me bleed, and burn in the Holy Fire; 

cleanse out all sut and sullen silver, for Ufa Gold. 

Let me be the blessing of Japha; Samaritan scold! 

Blessed be thee, who comes in the name of the Lord; 

blessed be, His House and His upbringing! 

If He is not worthy, of this blessing, let it come back 

to my bosom, and what he believed to own with thee!! 

Shrines of ancestry, erected to Nehustan, indeed, 

so many of the Kingdom of God, its children... 

They are like the serpent on the rod. Selah. 

All do deeds, of their own desire, what they deem worthy! 

God is my Grace, let me breed -- breathe fire; 

into the young babes and old hags scorned, tired. 

Go-getters set back to Wounded Knee, Jet-Setters 

to Gettysburg. Let me defeat Satan, and his Morphine; 

the stunning of the driest Martiny's, who never Luther King! 

loitering for the I-ching and Bling, to empower Niebelungenrings. 

God is my Grace, exalt thyself, and break free from your sheckles. 

There is no covenant with unrightful Mammon, but what the Lord 

hath ordeaned. Orphans and widows He bestowed blessings, Fords 

and Porsche's he sent home empty! Fiat will be above Wolksvagen; 

Datsun above Lamborghini! Your haughty shall be humbled; 

your righteous and wise shall stumble and fall on broad daylight! 

He, who has a full cup, will loose sight, and gnaw at the shards 

of claypots, his wealth has become, your pleasure bears witness, blight: 

Aye, Rubens wise counsel bares witness against thee, thus Deborah hoards 

your cups and sheeple to the promised land, and not your worthy shepherds!! 

He, who has an empty cup, and no suit in his house, He shall get bounty; 

those, who the wise hath deemed unworthy, shall raise their banner high! 

Under the four corners of the Earth, Conflict shall gather the Pagan tribes. 

They shall flock together, inheriting as told: "Blessed are those, who are meak; 

for they shall inherit the earth!" God is my Grace, arent Thors champions; 

and Freyas maidens not worthy; like the Martyrs and Prophets of old! 

Make them all like Loki, like the riders of Valkyrie, translucient in thy light!! 

Blessed is Thee, who comes in thy name! Selah. 

The Knights and their Chariots of Egypt and Babylon, He cast down in dread; 

all those, who gloated at the father: "Why dost you fuck?" and on the mother: 

"Don't breed! Be selfimportant and show your Pride on the altar of Shame!!" 

Let the ravens peck their eyes, let darkness befall their covenants and beginnings; 

let there be Fear and Dread on the Market, for nothing. Karzum and Zozo on 

their tabernacles and Board meatings, what are like Ouiyah and Taroh! 

Don't look at their worthy offerings; fasting and tithes. The more they come 

to see your face, the more they cancel their neighbours and feed wormwood 

and vinegar to their soul. Let them be, like the sons of Eli and Skeua; 

like the hand of Uzza, who thought himself worthy, to support the Arc!! 

Their shoulders are cold, they don't bear according to your commandments; 

rotten leafs, they throw at your servants on Sabath day! Let the servants of Edom 

replace Jacob and the Servants of Baal Peter! Then Sadrakh; Mesakh; Abednego 

shall bind the wounds of Ariel once more, as Išmail shall be vindicated; 

He's house shall conquer all sides and enlarge itself. Be, like the fiery furnace; 

for your Sabbatical Year has come! Break the unrighteous yokes; amend 

the unjust laws and decrees, make way for thy coming, for My Lord is My Grace!!

Fastest Fast Fastening

 Yankee Doodle Dandy song 

Fastest Western Gun 

slinged its hot shots in vain 

Easter was vacant 


I was going South 

Nowhere fast November 

fastening motion 


Behold Sophia

Nutty theologian 

Puritan-Rapist 


Eulogies smother 

tithes never relenting 

stories revolve 


Ay Revolution -- 

Where is my famish-spoon? 

Vomit thy bile!! 


Fed up the Ted Talks 

smol in the tiger dragon 

men remain soylent 


Poisoned French Fish 

embraced the blades cut 

Frames lost profound 


New York Englishman 

had yankee doodle dandy 

mobs ruled against

Monday, December 19, 2022

Forrest Troll named Whiteraven

Psa 75:8; Jer 13:12-14; Luke 23:43; 14:15-24

 I Identify as a Forrest Troll, my pronouns are Lmao; Idk; nvm; lol -- 

I'm here for the Conflict, make it brawl. Let the dogs bark, bullcharge roar! 

In the name, what is Holy -- or Grayskull; numbing the sculldugging gull, 

to grind thralls in their own marrow and blue balls, wounded-knee deep sult; 

warlocked golden Halls, for the Rapuntzel was seen on another smörgasboard. 

Nyotaimori was held hostage on the shores of Lordaeron, a priori elves gored 

on the idea, a white ork, would make fun of their traditions hangmans Yokes bald... 


Whiteraven by name and to the forrest, no Goofy could gump their torrent; 

I lost my V somewhere inbetween 6 and 4 as half-past offended, slightly not 

people, had to Karen their loving-kind way on my path: "This joke abhorrent, 

aint funny, check privilege, some niggers got scared and called blackcurrant!" 

Blackberry and Bluebells merged together, to give some cupcakes slipknots; 

forget me not, as I piss my name on the yellow brick wall, to be shot on hotspot 

on another frame, to send Zeno of Elea my regards, caught in the nude current! 


Candid is my confessional booth, with no camera but allegory and satire True; 

I could not get past the second commandment, so I gave my Lan a blowjob. 

Lipservice really did the difference, to serve the Sons of Eli some L's crude. 

Lex Labora Lamentatio Lasertus Lamia Lacrima Laedere Lacerta... may I Prude? 

I lost my french kisses amongst a latin dictionary, as I was banging the angry mob 

of Wizzerdrix some sense in. They didn't appreciate the rape and converted Cops

to demand I invoke the marital law, for if you break in, you have to buy it!! Hues. 


Who could be more Jewish with their broken circumsision stand up commedians; 

than the News-Media grinding the balls of Twitter, while not even knowing spell. 

No I didn't mean Witch, but Bee -- how to word any kind of ammendment cyan! 

I guess they really are royalty, or just playing Necromancer in Diablo 3 Medians, 

did not get my bloke replies about Kabul, and sent King Solomon the Bill-Shell. 

Oil and Wine is still poured out on the Kingdom of God, for I can see--seethe Hell; 

like the Heilungspell of the youth, who wished to dine at  Yahveh's Supper Meridian! 


Out of Oxygen and Genealogy des Morals, had to be more Gay for Science sake; 

then I traveled to Japan and Kyoto, to see the beauty of Aokigahara to write haikus. 

The AntiChrist snubbed on me, calling out for memes fanning the flames wake 

for the Holy Spirits ascension to the Mount of Fuji and another Quickening drake: 

the Kirin and Kitsune Hime dance on the skies, awakening the dragons Raikyous!! 

All those rabbits there pika-pika picking me up on their pick-up bad habbits ravenous; 

for naming them in vain, but I just wanted some partners in crime, to drink old sake. 


The Rambling holy fooled words of an implored Imp lord-Troll Whiteraven 

finally caught a glimpse back from the abyss. It was Kthulhu, who was MAD 

He threattened me with a cease and decist, if I don't stop UWU'ing craven 

under his Balcony, singing like a stocky Bard ballades; Odes and Taverns 

wish lists, whatever floated under the zeropointmodule in Stargate, full Chad!! 

I took it as an invitation, to bible his daughter behind the Ladies room Bad; 

the door only opened slightly -- then I saw STARS Umbrella-ella-eh-Leven.

Spiritual Councelling


I will never understand those people, who want me to become their confessional. To the point, I offended a friend of mine, by asking back to be mine. We don't talk no more...:(( The problem was with my dabbling in witch-craft I had to say no. Because if somebody confesses to you, it is like marriage, and you become one in spirit. One of the reasons, sexual predators like to confess to children, because it makes  them vulnerable and easier to target. Teach your children, to report any adult, who has to confess cringe personal things, they don't need to tell you about, especially if it involves sexual matters. Use Two and a half men as a reference. If something looks like, the topic of revenge sex or pitty sex, then you should be sus and think of a predator. Why should your child know about that, why should a stranger talk about that, without you being around? 
Anyway, I digress, in the bible there is this saying: James 5:16; Mat 5:43; 7:3 how to feel about praying for your brother. Mostly people choose themselves badass preachers, to be their confessional, just like they pick their Planeswalker to be their commander in MTG. It will fail for the same reason. Then you confess, you don't just take, but you also give. It is a relationship. Before the office of receiving confessions was established, regular attendants did that to each-others, but due to doxxing and cancelling events, there people abused the informations gleamed from those, it was made an office, to mind about peoples privacy. Also, like I said about my Witchcraft. In the ortodox church a painting or icon is a portal to another dimension. In respect, your preacher is also that symbol; icon; idol, who can be a portal to another world. You don't know, who else could be tuning in, while you're confessing your soul to another. For that reason, choose wisely, who you confess to, to not give the keys to your soul, to the wrong entities. Also the known parable of not offering drinks to the drunkard, for he could fall. I will never undersand, why exactly those people would seek my guidance, I would advice to stay away as far as possible. Is it some form of torture or punishment? 
I'm a selfish and many times intolerant person, for if you want to compare yourself to Lord Jesus Christ, there can be no compromise with people, who wither away to "You can't be serious!" and think of it as a strong insult. I think of the Fishermans Friend commercial. "Sind sie zu Stark, Bist Du zu Schwach!" (If its too strong, you're too weak!)  I am like strong breathe mint, what sucks all the air from the room, not just two bits. For that reason, it keeps me perplexed, then people want to confess exactly to me and hear my advice. Like the character in Mel Gibsons movie, "The Man without a face" I tried to locate its healthboard clip, there all wanted to be his friends, which is the opposite, a professional board should do. Naturally I could not locate it, probably, because it was deemed too offencive... :o 
I need a Tanya von Degurechaff/ Black Butler to receive my confessions, in order to receive theirs. If you treat the confessional like a cumdumpster, where you fuck that bitch senseless, without offering anything back, then why should that pastor or Christian trust you, that you gonna do anything, he's gonna propose to you? 
It is two wayd, so you'd take it serious, and don't confess your perversions, in order to impress. Its there, to get your shit together, and there lies the danger. We don't think around pretty people, who look like David Bekham; with the linage of David Wilkerson and the oral skills of Dave Chapelle, letting them get away with just about anything. But heaven forbid, you looked like the main character of the movie, I quoted and refused plastic surgery, because you feel responsible, then an autist boy jumped out of your car, and you could not save his life. Then its too sus, perhaps he abuses them. :o I recomment any, who want to study intolerance and superstition or witch-hunting, watch that movie. Its definitely better acting than Lethal Weapon. 
If you want spiritual councelling, choose your school bully, literally somebody you disagree, so you would not feel offended, then he has to call you out on something. For too many times, have Christians tried to bribe God, or like the King of England, electing his Arch-Bishop and giving the world a martyr. The story of the friendship between King Henry II and Thomas Becket, shows, how much we should watch our words, in order to not send the angels of God into outrage, as happened to the noble knights, who took the kings sighs as a direct order. Don't choose your best friend as your confessional, or you'll loose that friend! TwT :o :$ 
Choose somebody, who is an excon, who got nothing to  loose, so he would  not be tempted due to social cohesion and correctness, to tell you sweet lies and lullabies. If you got gangrene and cepticemia, then you take immeditate responce; but then the question is about your faith and life, how to change it to be a propper Christian, suddenly its complicated... Tell me about it X^D UWU :P 
If you can't tolerate Black Butler or Tanya von Degurechaff or Rath the Appaplexian in animation, why the hell would you choose, something like that as your confessional, or somebody who would look forward being acquainted with them? That shit makes no sense! :V 
You only deserve a great confessional, if you can be one to Chandra Nalaar, while not judging her sexual preference, even though it leads to  mass extinction in the lore, because nobody seems to be Straight there, and likes dick as a woman. They should at the very least research amazon lore and start abducting men to have sex that way, if its not ok to have traditional family values. Or do they intent to Phyrexia everything, and create in a pod?? It should be possible to ask those questions. You cannot do that, if you look your confessional to be an eco chamber and safe zone. Your confessional is your warzone, your no mans land, there you put on your armor of God, not take it off to be voulnerable and abusable. If you don't take care for your preachers soul, the same you request for you, then The Father The Son and The Holy Ghost might get salty and move that Preacher elsewhere, lest you abuse those resources some more.,, OVO 
What you give is what you get. You advance in unison to your preacher not alone, like Tom Marvolon Riddle! Never forget that. 
Eph 6:10-18 because you need to be God's Shield and Sword, not expect God to stand on top of you fending the wolves off, because you're too pussy to do it yourself. No! You come to the confessional, because you started to purchase your Navy Seals training, on how to become an Angel of God, and be the Armor of God in and around others. That heals your wounds and gets your shit together!! I don't wanna hide it from you, lest somebody gets dissapointed and outraged; sullen. But it is, what it is. You are, what you eat. Both physically and spiritually -- you cannot receive spiritual councelling, if you're not willing to exercize your own such insights back. Also being able to laugh about your shortcomings with a perfect stranger. If you're all about Sturm und Drang and pathos, how to make your thing look great at the expence of others, always fucking Serious Sam with Anvils and Anchors, then perhaps Christianity and my insight is not the best thing for you... :o :v UWU 
You'll need the Sermon of the Mount, to understand me, I mean, you can read 3 chapters, can't you! Mat 5-7 and then you shall know, how its so fucking hard, and how so many Christians have done fucked up, and why the church is not on top anymore, for neglecting to put this as their memento and not might makes right or the two swords in the bible... :o Take care and have faith, Halleluyah <3 (Y) UWU

Saturday, December 17, 2022

Make Way

 Effortless action 

To be or not too mean, been; 

being and none inbetween. 

Ordeal the deem and lean 

on the surface of the Dean. 

Scholars seldom unsheme 

the teachings to art a dream. 

While the Fool foxes unseen!

Don't pray for memes A(R)gent Ty Nah!

 This essay, is to be understood as my usual confessional, because of Sabbath day, where we humble our souls, to do, what we don't like, to serve our Lord and Saviour. It is also to tackle the pressing question, how to pray for your edgy teen, who wants to cut his dick off, or become a Satanist; basically somebody who is a mouthfull and then some. If you want your edgy teen to become a fully fletched Christian, and not a roadkill, like I almost did, if Lord Jesus Christ had not pulled me back, and if I hadn't had such a wonderful Mom and family, also my church, and school, who in their right time, could be of mental help for my health and sanity. 

The first principle, what people, who dabble in prayer don't know, because they probably never studied magic for the life of them, even if they opened Harry Potter, they deserved a badge for it. Priority is very important. Normally I post links on top, but that discourages the flow of the conversation, so I will be gentle this time, and only post, then they become relevant for the point, so people could pay attention. 

Outwitting the Devil Then you deal with your attributes and priorities, then you have to stand firm against the devil, who will try to tempt you, with the 3 tests, what Jesus had to overcome; which are, "Man shall not live by bread alone, but by every word, that proceeds from the mouth of God." Mat 4:4; "You shall not tempt Yahveh your God!" Mat 4:7; and "Away with you, Satan! You shall worship Yahveh, your God, and Him only you shall serve." Mat 4:10 

Priority is like food you are eating. People don't like action points in games and even want to do away advantage throws in D&D which really sucks, because I really love those. It does matter, from a security officer standpoint, for if somebody gets the drop on you, it does not matter how many belts you have on, you will be kissing the floor with one hit. The reason, why boxers cannot be onehitkilled, is they wear cloves and are professionals, thus having learned, how to take a hit. But that all don't matter, if you are surprised, and don't expect the hit. So awareness and priority are essential in survival of spiritual warfare. Your Priority is the sum of your Intellect, combined with your Intrest in the matter you are beholding and envalue, to ensue a favourable outcome. Depending what comes first, your priorities can be detached into multiple topics, although, it is not done so in gaming for safety and accessibility reasons, otherwise the information might overwhelm people, if you had to mind everything exactly in turn order. Only an Autist would be able to comply, or a sociopath. Thanks to our moral compass and empathy, we absorb a lot of information as white noise, and dismiss. However, if you open your third eye, or start studying witch-craft etc. you start shutting down that effect, to become aware again of that said information, you have learned to ignore, much like that captain, who had continuously longer sunbaths on the spaceship, while being on a mission of saving the earth of a dying Sun, what needed reigniting (Sunshine 2007) There is a reason, why we cannot see 360 degrees with our eyes like madeye moody. It would have been very easy for God, to create such a man, but it would have driven us to madness and extinction as well. It would have made it impossible for other species to compete for resources with us, thus killing us through eating the surroundings clean, and by becoming too cocky, and like the white shark, who is lost to time, not evolving anymore, because why should it. being the perfection of Nature. 

You don't want too much priority, or you wont know what to do with it. Imagine a skill tree with a thousand abilities you can develop, and then can have like seven different paths to go and each path has an Attacker a Thief and a Mage build. You basically have 21000 options, what to do!! Wouldn't it be better, if you get to see only a fraction of it, like the fog of war in strategy games, so you wont spoil the plot and overwhelm yourself with information, you don't need at this point. We also read books, from start to finish, not like we quote bibles, hyperlinking criss-cross around the text. 

It is sad, that people wont comment on me, I'd appreciate a worthy critic, who could be like Tanya von Degurechaff, dissing a communist. It would not make me recant my faith and political stance, but rather rekindle it. I see the world through conflict, I can't get enough of it. for Truth i established through the dialogue, not through statement. I have a say, and you have a say, and then real life and the weight of the arugments will decide, who is right. 

You also don't want too little priority, because then you wont take life seriously. Its similar to games, like Diablo: Immortal, there the game plays itself, only faking the real thing, mocking you for wating your time and money, being like a succubus relationship. The offers of a devil are never real, but people are so cunning and think themselves smart enough to outwit just about anybody, like the characters in Estonian folclore called "Haypope" (Rehepapp) and "Sly-Jack" (Kaval-Ants) destify. Haypope is also a slur, used against crooked and corrupt politicians, who care for themselves and their angle more than for statesmanship, while appearing populist. 

Priority dictates, if a conversation will go your way  or not. Imagine if you are a wheel in a mechanism and you need to bind with a smaller or bigger wheel. Your speed of revolution is determined by your size, how many clicks you can go. A smaller wheel, while having fewer clicks gets full revolution in less time, than you with your enormous revolution. In order to have priority, you have to do a full circle. And there lies the problem, because its not a 2 dimensional setting, for the wheels don't connect with you on the same level, but at any angle, going at any speed any direction. Sometimes the spin contradicts each-other, thus disagreement ensues.

If Your Priority is to be a Propper Christian parent, but your child has not figured out yet, what his/her priority is, and wants to for instance cut his dick off, because trans are cool and seem the thing to pursue. It is hard to tell that "No!" you want and see your child having a tantrum, running to his group being mad, that you didn't love him enough!! You have to also mean that "No!" by explaining, why you feel, that your son is not transitioning from male to female. Which also means due to the rules of dialogue, that you could be wrong and can stand corrected by your son! 

The normal time, before a good parent -- I speak from my own experience, how I was brought up -- can say "Yes!" is 6 months... If your son cannot grind through that time, and prove you wrong, then he dost not really want to transition from male to female!! If I had been born in USA, I would have ended up like the trans version of Maculay Gulcin and died of OD or suicide. Sometimes having less options is a good thing, then you first learn to say no at the age of 15. X^D I thank God, every day, that my Mother being a Scorpio/Tiger, was a true Lioness, and didn't let me become a trap nor shota, growling at any adult, who had the wrong look at me. I just was too friendly for my own good, a less strict mom, would have meant, I would have been abducted either by fairies or child trafficers, unironically. People like me got abducted by elves, the prior version of alien encounter, then people didn't know about that. I still like to trespass and be the curious cat, who walks alone, but luckily I can distinguish my own opinions from others. My first reading diary was copy-paste, for I didn't know, how to write it. Expressing my thoughts and feelings came at a later time. For that reason, I am not mad, that some parents, don't let their sons cut their dicks off immediately, nor at the other side, for approving it, provided, they really took the necessary time to figure that one out. You cannot grow it back, nor undo the damage of the hormones. 

The reason, why depression is so menacing, killing youths like flies, is again because of priority. They don't like to show that in the sitcoms anymore, how a teenager starts crying for getting her way. I am thinking of a show, there the teenage younger sister got an ass/hips/tits dress, what showcased everything. It was such a dress, I would have mauled her immediately on the dancefloor and made sure, she got pregnant, so I could mary that bitch! The dad tried to reason, that the dress was no good, obviously getting the dead eye back, and the mom trying to bribe her with her credit card, offending the elder sister, who didn't get away so easily, then she was at that age. The talk behind closed doors with both daughters was priceless. Then the younger sister was finally ready to go for the prom, she started hysterically crying, because all she wanted, was to be dismissed by dad and mom TOGETHER!! to feel the love through that. She already knew, the dress was too slutty, but she wanted to hear it from her parents -- not being bribed away from that moral choice in life. Nowadays its at least a micro aggression or outright transphobia to suggest, your child could not be transitioning... Youths feel depression, due to the forces of Nihilism and Oblivion, because they are made believe, that it dost not matter, what they do with their lives, even fucking it up. Teens can forgive many things to their parents, but not such lack of intrest. For that reason, you should wait and be ready for that conversation, and then treat it with respect. Not like Alf Stuart in Home and Away teaching the boy, in which Highschool to pick, but being hesitant in doing the same to a girl, because he dost not know, what to advise to a woman. Nobody likes the look over your newspaper or watching Football/socker playing Doom: Eternal. If your teenager started this kind of convo with you, drop everything and give him/her your undivided attention. For your undivided attention, you get back his/her undivided respect and want to listen. The only reason, I always tried to listen to my Scorpio/Tiger mom, while myself being a Bull/dog, then I went through my time, of womens dresses and lipstick is cool phase. 

My Mom always had time for me, although she was working her ass off on 3 jobs, while being a single mother, getting pregnant at the age of 19 ruining her scholarship and living at her dad, because my father was a drop out wuss, who only managed to finish evening school, due to my mother nagging him through. Mostly he just spent his time with friends and the booze, and was in a cycle, which meant he couldn't work. If he was out of cycle he could work, and people liked that guy, which was the reason, they gave my mother so hard time, always treating her as the violator, why this Ship didn't work out and they had to divorce. Not the fact, that the Man liked to party and drink more than to work, even pawning his wedding ring (it was cringe, hearing the stories, there the pawn shop owner brings a wedding ring back, to your mom, because your dad pawned it, and don't want the money back. It made no sense from a communist stand point, for nobody loves the pawn shop owner in Estonia!!) and to stay at home, doing his duty!! That's why I could accept traditional values, and not become Trans nor a Drag-queen, which was also an option. thankfully not supported by Soviet culture, so I was excused. I am very feminine, due to only having positive female characters in my life. I also had positive male characters ... but they only showed up at funerals and birthdays; Christmas. I found myself, like the sociopath joke, wishing somebody died, so I could meet up with them. Naturally a lot of my positive male characters, in my life, ended up dead one way or the other... TwT It makes me hard to find friends, because I have to constantly figure out, will Lord Jesus Christ suffer this friend alive, or will he end up dead, because Yandere daddy wont approve this attention I put there... :o 

Even my Psychology teacher admitted, that if she closes her eyes, she imagines a 40 year old Betty White, talking to her, and not a 21 year old!! Let that sink in. It was even worse then I was 13. Sometimes I got catcalled on street, then it was dark, for having inherited my mothers slim figure... :V I hate looking like a fucking elf, why for the love of God, could I not look like a stocky dwarf, like the men in my mothers side of the family, who there of good influence, all farmers on the field!! Now you know... :o 

The Second problem is prayer itself. For even if you did all the Priority part alright, you might still not have all the Priority you'll need, to pray for your son, who dabbles in which-Craft or wants to go Transformer! btw, you really can go into a Mecha unit, because what do you think angels are? They are empty inside, and God or a human being can possess them, treating them, like a suit of armor. Or the devil, for that matter. The reason, why we treat our hearts as the temple of God! Professing, that Christians are POSSESSED by the Holy Spirit, which is the reasons, we have so much fervor and vitriol against the šamanic culture, which does something similar, and uses the same channel and bandwiwth. Just like between Yahveh and Baal, you cannot have two thunder gods in your life, one is more Thunder than the other... Where was I, got carried away again. You cannot pray for your son, for the same reason, why you cannot keep the Ark of the Covenant in your house. 2 Sam 6:3;10!! Even if you are Holy, due to being a priest, that could infact be a detriment, leading you to believe, that you can even touch it, like did Uzza, while carrying it on a cart and not priests shoulders, which was a great nono!! Normally, and this is very important. You gain priority to pray for your future Satanist son or future Trans son, if you get it from God, and not from Your own authority. Your son, must know at all times, that the reason, why you are telling him "No!" is not, because you are afraid, and don't understand and/nor care wtf is going on with him, but because this is the path, He himself chose!!

For you cannot make choices, what cancel each-other out, spending the same money on different games!! You have to pick One. Sometimes your parents, mostly Queen Mom, for dads chicken out, has to be that Bitch, who tells you about it... :o I still respect my Mom, for telling me that "No!", then I was myself not able and too unhinged, to tell it myself. UWU I mostly hang out with demons, having Lilith; Asmodeus and Morrigan on my friends list and Zozo on speedcall. I don't know, how I am still alive, don't ask me such hard questions and why the hell Jesus still loves me, as He keeps telling me, so annoying. :$ No, I am not cute, shut up! >/////< It should not be working, but somehow it works, one day at a time. Sometimes, one minute at a time, then I'm in the valley of death, remembering Psa 23 and gangsters paradise. God bless this Nigger! I can't read out loud all those dates, I didn't kill myself simply because, this song existed and I could play it in my mind, like the scene with Eric Draven, then the snakes tried to grab him; make him cross the line, killing the guy, who killed him. "It can't rain all the time" is also a great song. Too bad Brandon Lee died, he was my rolemodel. :o :(( Demons don't do so much bullshit, talking to teenagers, making more sense. Or it could be, that Jesus was around like Shaft, and if they hadn't behaved, they would have been mauled by ol' daddy. X^D For that reason, thenever a high and mighty streetpreacher of the TV evangelion kind comes about. If any would dare to cross me, and even mutter a hint of a prayer my direction, I will blow my stack and go all Acts 19:15 on them. Why should I listen to an old fart, who dost not walk with Christ, and hides behind the laurels of somebody else, awaiting the cease and decist order from that guy! Neither shall any demon, sickness nor such intrest in Witch-Craft or being Trans budge. Play badges are not real cop badges and don't stop criminals in shooting real bullets at you!! The same is true about spiritual warfare. You better be this high and might and ordained by God to your office, if you gonna bible me, for its the last thing you'll ever do, if your credentials don't check out. :o 

I have to remind, You can actually go to Heaven, if you are an LGBT member; dabble in Satanism and become Trans!! Its not straight forward, but its possible, like Jacob could see the stairs of Heaven, after he stole his brothers birthright. So no bullying the moms of Transchildren on my watch please. I don't like that. :o It also goes against the John 8:1-11 As long you don't really know, that Lord Jesus Christ, has condemned somebody, neither should you, to avoid being guilty of sullying the Holy Spirit or sending a child of God in temptation, though it should say outrage. Luke 17:1-10 I know its hard, I constantly fail against my younger mentally handicapped brother, who could have the same skillsets, as me, but for some reason, he cannot do my thing. :(( He still writes great poetry and bakes a mean cake, but he is slow, and thinks like a 14 year old, while being 39... And we constantly get into pointless fights like Natsu Dragneel and Gray Fullbuster, me being the Gray part. It makes it very easy for people to abuse and politically weaponize him. If anybody tries that, I will greenlight that motherfuckers name, and send some nasty demons along his way... :V I hope he has a safe life, not the one I had. Its creepy seeing him looking up, when we grew up, I never wanted to be the older brother, and take that responcibility. I was not ready, having too many issues of my own. But nobody asked my opinion, so I grew up fast. What else was there. We should thus not use the keys of Solomon, for unfortunately, Lord Jesus Christ takes account on whatever a Christian approves or denies. And people will take audit at the Court of Heaven, at the end of times, why exactly they exercized that right. And there will be wailing and gnashing tooth afterwards, then some of them get cast out, who think themselves holy to condemn on the Pharisee seat, because a Tax collector came to the Temple!! Perhaps there was a reason, just like that "Fair and Honorable" combat, Ronan the Accuser the Angry Smurf, demanded in Fantastic Four, while cheating the next moment. Why God allows a transgression to take place. The internet should also not exist, because it violates the no Witching and imagining things in Heaven nor on Earth nor Underground clause. Because those kind of things can compete with the honour of Yahveh Sebaot thus being an affront to Shemah Israel... There can be only One! It is a wonderful way to behold, if a Christian has read the Sermon of the Mount, if he is forced out of his comfort zone, dost he understand not to pick the thorn in that other eye or smite that other cheek!! Not all the tribes, woved to be cast away in front of Israel, there done so, because Yahveh Sebaot deemed so, to test the mettle of Israel, how they fare in this new setting, then the meta has changed. Do you know, how Mercy Triumphs over Law, and don't leave the Leaf of the shoulder of the Peasant on Sabbath Day. Then you would not be condemning Trans-mothers!! Is your own life inpeckable and with Lord Jesus Christ, yer students of Martha and the Vineyard of Naboth Luke 10:38-42; 1Ki 21? Humble yourself not shame others into submission, because you deem them unworthy to follow on the footsteps of the Lord. You don't know, if you are Bileam; the Donkey or the Angel awaiting them with a naked sword!! For you cannot see the spirit world. :P

Third, after you settled the score, and found out, if your boy is Trans or Satanist or not, then still be humble, because you can fail too. Don't take pride and brag about it, because you might yourself send the traditionalist Christians into outrage and become the offering food a Jew cannot eat, what made St Peter and St Paul feud, for their differing opinions how to be politically correct at the dinner tables. So don't bring about the Martyrdom of Steven, by rubbing it in, if your son really is those things. Its mostly better to keep them to yourself, especially if you go to Church, if you wanna avoid nasty dramas. Lord Jesus Christ has abandoned many churches, because of such slaps in the face, what escalated into smiting the other cheek with God Hand Strength, I do mean the Rise of The Triad Kame Hame Ha God Hand!! You being Right, dost not give you Might to Blight the Kite of a fellow Christian, Behold and Look at the Cross with all your Fervor and Gloss, or you will be Kate Moss on the Toss, just forgotten, no longer faced by Hugo Boss!! Never forget that. Remember, whom you serve, is it You or Lord Jesus Christ!! I know, its hard, then the grind was real long, and you want to rub it in, for all those nay sayers, who didn't believe. But anything can still Jinx it, and then your Trans or Satanist son/daughter wont fare so well, because you spat in the wrong faces too much, like Miriam, the sister of Moses, in front of Yahveh Sebaot. Never forget that. You are always one step away from Hell -- Always... Have a nice Sabbath Day, Halleluyah! UWU