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.