Power-Tripping

 

Isa1:12; 14:13-15; Eze28:2-5; 2Thes2:4; Rev12:7-9; Gen11:4; Oba1:3-4;

Mat5:21-26; 11:23; Jer49:16; Ecc9:11; Jer22:13-15; 1Sa15:23

I

Listen leaders, influencers might, shall not prevail;

be you fighter, priest or rogue – what might you demagogue!

Exploit your valour, great orators glee set assail –

it will be for naught, for only El Shaddai shall remain!

Power-tripping are the chosen men and women vogue;

all do iniquity, none are with God to go beyond their blog –

you little gods, shall perish like mortals of lost grains.

II

No wisdom nor strength shall hold muster – repent;

but you want to worship vermilion, spacious upstairs.

People thirst for Just actors, Righteousness not 2 cent;

your cedars shall be broken, your great cities torment!

Those, who Power-Trip, reap, what they ensnared;

the stones on you, tossed without a frivolous care!

Abyss shall not get enough, the arm of God not relent!!

III

Awaken your mercy, not sacrifices done on street corners;

why come to court El Shaddai, then your hands are full of blood!

Rebellion like witch-craft, stubbornness as iniquity implorers;

those, who worship teraphim, like daughter of Diblaim, Gomer!

Power shall trip you, money give false council to ravens in the hood;

let the children come to me, or no providence shall be good!

Father Son and the Holy Spirit shall be with the Vigilante, Loner!!

Live Support

 

Mat5:6; Psa106:3; Deut 16:19;

I

Think of the children, no Vigilantes allowed;

let adults date kiddos, while pixels are banned.

Watch the Dow Jones write on the wall shallow;

Meneh, Tekhel, Bamah, Parsin, Ichabod for the growls!

Live the support, what everybody fanned;

no good deeds in real life, just suits tanned.

Look at my virtual signals, pearls clutched – shoved!

II

Blessed are those, who thirst for justice; uphold

righteousness all times, when principalities empower.

Live the support, to tear down the pillars of Gold;

still worship the Teraphim disguised, let the just be sold!

God will see and punish those, who call wickedness ours;

while dismissing righteous calls as witch-craft hours!

Mighty is our Lord, who shall go forth, as is foretold.

III

Cheers and kisses on the screen, but then children cry;

leaders look away, to have worthy musings at the gates.

None shall see the Supper of the Lord, they shall abide,

like those, who took back their slaves, drawing line after lie –

parents, who neglect their duties, yours a bitter fate!

Live the support to champion virtues, too little too late;

no results pending, go back to Cabul and learn to mind.

IV

Burnt and torn the expressions, gestures upon the judges;

well fed, read and suplied, but hands are washed and tithed.

Live the support, to make a difference, but grudges

held against peoples freedom and naughty images!

No real criminal convicted by the peers, but lifted

up as the victim of a crime, corruption shall be gifted

to those, who don't listen, God shall punch your hinges!

In Gods Grace

 

Based on Psalm 91

I

Covered by His feathers weight, no harm follows;

no peril chase those, who live in His House!

Give praise to El Shaddai, His Christ, Holy Spirit mellow;

may sickness rend outside, the devils dark hounds bellow!

The Chosen trample on serpents might, no gilded goose;

nor roaring lion, what devours, nor angry arrows set loose.

He makes your soul complete and your journey wholesome!

II

A thousand fall from your side, ten thousand from the right;

don't be afraid – it won't reach you, sheltered like a shield

and sword, be it morning afternoon or darkest night!

See the reward of the wicked, and shine bright your Light –

for the Lord is refuge, His dwelling place when you're in need!

Angels charged to aid your quest, as decreed;

no stone shall make you stumble, so stand up and fight!

III

For those, who love Him, and know His Name;

just make your call, He receives your prayer!

Salvation with thee, long life satisfied, now claim:

“You are my Providence, Your Mercy makes me a Saint!”

In Gods Grace, all wicked shall fall silent; slander

nor gossip can't touch your sleeve, fallen hand hinder!

Blessed be Thy Lord, Righteous take valour upon fame!

Its time to shred

 

I

Nagging peers, and self-righteous teachers;

then newsfeeds on crack, directed by monkeys.

Its time to shred, and let your music bleach thus;

who dared to breach the escaped and preach sus!

Soy read too much in between the lines and keys;

too many blacks didn't remember the white reveries!

The Blues found the Metal to send a French-kiss hushed.

II

Looted by corpos, lewded by Karens – then sculls goblet

fire, to dugger your joy deep in the entrenched Nomads.

Its time to shred, and let the mimics bleed from the led;

true virtue gained through passion and pain, presumed rad.

Who cares the barking dogs, circled caravans ironclad;

walk your own gallows, and fare your own Wells shed –

as the ungrateful drink your sweat and toil – never relent!!

III

Then the mood in Gehenna and the attitude dost give;

your circuit was broken and the game on the last level.

Its time to shred, grind the minions of average-Hive –

who want to stuff their bellies, while they gaslight on live!

You're not alone, as long you're one axe to go, Kevin;

give your darkness a purpose and make it craving.

For the Glorious Future, you shall be heralding inside!

The Praetor is always right

 

I

Swipe left, swipe right, there's a new ghost in the Town;

to tell your personal Jebus Crossovers, how the lame

and blind can hold the Fort against David, while clowns

serve Goliath, to erect altars for death and Anakh for frowns.

Nobody wants to live forever, trying to hide in bat-caves;

mole-hunters hills, lest the eye of Sauron shines on the bereaved.

Saruman will know, under his white hand, how to aid the down.

II

Nobody fights the wars, but declarations and pubic interest;

the L was left for Luthor, while Superman stood trial on error.

Nobody excused themselves, ass-pirates aspired to contest;

why should you die on this hill, then you need to care for the less!

Thus there is anger against the upright, and everlasting terror;

for the Praetor is always right, even if he's left over the tenure.

Who dares to speak against the Empire, who was simped Best!

III

Ghosts in the Shell, wanton to deus ex the rusted cogs in the wheel;

never stop turning, as the fabric got lubricated, Ezekiel turned over.

Why did his angels go up the offering-mound, their gaze steeled?

Sodom and Gomorrah erected once more, as is Nineveh unReal;

once again, they shall crumble, then the pride exalts itself sober!

Misled and miscarried the sheeple, then the vultures hangover;

ravens peck their orders from community guidenlined strikestreams.

Why ideologically possessed people hate art?

 

On this trying time, when governments and cry-bully groups want to decide what a child is, or a woman; who gets to teach them or give guidelines for life and behaviour. It strikes me as odd, that the first thing,, such people assault is – pixels on the screen. Why do people, who claim moral superiority, hate so much, what others depict in their artistic endeavour? Because pictures aren't serious! They hold the mirror in front of you, allowing to laugh at yourself and the world, like Socrates, with his dialectics. That in turn doesn't allow to give Truths, what are indisputable. Whenever some dystopian regime springs up, it wants to make sure, that piety and legality would be on its side. So nobody could have its unique way, how to solve their problems or answer their questions. Its the sign, that somebody has stopped living their own life in this existential turmoil, changing it to a safe pod, where your I-phone or group thinks on your behalf, so you wouldn't stub your toe on any sharp corners.

People possess themselves ideologically, so they wouldn't need to take agency nor responsibility on how life works. You don't need to worry, why things happen or are, because you can let it be explained by already existing dumbed down talking points.

The most insulting about such, is then they try to be against Puritans or some other Religious Organisation, who failed in giving the society its wholesome self-realisation, failing to see, how they are the same people, with a different label. This is the point, there art, especially anime and manga, or video games, can give you a point of reference, showing life without the officially affirmed ideology. For once accepting the Brave New World, people loose the ability to live in the ideological wilderness, because its thoughts are not processed enough, nor its environments with enough built-in comfort.

Art can show two contradicting ideas together; how our own ideas came to be, and got disputed or even overruled. Ideologically possessed people don't like that, because they want to be Progress and Inevitable. Something at the End of History.

Life and thought is Chaotic, in a constant state of Flux. Just as a monk saying a zen koan or mystic standing in deep prayer. Where is no secret source code, what can define everything, which frightens those, who seek safety at the cost of freedom. At the same time, those same groups advocate for freedom, while trying to take innocence away. I will never trust entities, who advocate to lower the age of consent, or giving children rights to choose stuff, where you already should have established your own Sense of Self. How can children choose, what gender they are, then you need a degree in a University to understand and talk about those topics, to be perceived as scientific and accurate? Children should learn first, what the different elements of existence are, then they can choose, what they like or dislike. A Child can feel like a dog; an astronaut; an alien from Krypton; a tiger etc. before he accepts his fate of being the Self he found in his family and immediate surrounding; the tools and decisions, what sculpted him of being the Unique while also being ordinary.

An ideologically possessed person can't stand ordinary, because then you won't be heard. To them art is not a mediator of thought, how you can else see the world, but competition, he needs to fight in order to get to the promised land. That's why I see so much resemblance between the woke; Collective Shout, and the Witch Trials of Salem. Fear-mongering; gaslighting and moral outrage on a misconstrued image, where the only right answer is choosing the offered talking points and legislature, like Jesus in Sunday School. Having free, unrestricted art, even if its pornographic or provocative, is what helped to build our society. Now people try to burn down the Library of Alexandria yet again, to cast us back into the dark ages. Just trust the science and the polls we paid for and hate the Christians and throw them in front of the lions at the Theatre, for the children are in danger. Just let us control all anonymous congregation, so we could discern, if there was no dissent against authorities and harm against the children. The nude statue of David or the Woman breastfeeding an old man to symbolize charity among the poor would not be possible in current day climate, because it would be seen as harmful and intolerant. Meanwhile sharing sextoys or positions with minors, who cannot consent, is seen as enabling to reaffirm themselves. By who's standards, may I ask? Who benefits, then you infantilize the adults and overadultry the children? You can do crazy shit with kids this day, both legally and virtually, but you cannot depict animations on children having wholesome heteronormative interaction, because suddenly its too haram and makes the fairies die, because you didn't believe in it enough, as was the narrative with Peter Pan. People, who constantly push you, either our way or the Highway, are seldom right. Especially if they go against free expression, which hurt their feelings. Even the cat can look at the emperor without being hanged, yet nowadays this parable starts fading away. More Art and Self-Expression, People! That's the best disinfectant against intolerance and Shoutdowns where the Individual is ostracized for being different. Learn to accept, that just like you have the right to be yourself, your neighbour has it too! Your right to be yourself shouldn't dance on your parents graves, but try to learn from them. Know Yourself, Tolerate Yourself, while seeing art as your mediator not adversary and fiend. Those who discover their artistry, will be gratified by the fruits of their labour or as the greek would say: Ars Gratia Artis!

Raindrops are falling in my head

 

I

Dreaming of a better tomorrow, where idiots don't rue;

governments, corporations don't play nanny, gerrymander.

“We just want to stop indoctrination!” they tell you;

while they take away your voice and colour crude.

Stamping in the same talking points about safety, slander –

throwing away freedom, bordering too much with Yonder!

Changing the goalposts and former moral stands imbued.

II

Fences dictating, where you can roam and be goaded to;

tribal in every sentence policed, while chanting Free Will.

Why do those, who claim to be for your interest, be it Good

or Evil, Left or Right; Atheist-Religious, Scientist or Brute!

Just don't challenge authority and heel to our sensibility, Bill –

you could be whatever you want, just not toxic running dreadmills.

People don't recognize patterns, just look through glasses blue!

III

Another brick in the wall, telling me, where to think;

raindrops falling in my head, hoping where be tomorrow.

Don't teach the children about Right or Wrong, blink

your burdens to us and let somebody else do them pink.

God forbid, we got something from the past, not borrowed

from misandry, intolerance towards discipline, always in sorrow:

Why should children grow up independent, let it sink.

Cruel Vibes

 

GAARA RAP SONG | "Love" | RUSTAGE ft CG5 [Naruto Rap]

NEJI & HINATA RAP | "Destiny" | AfroLegacy ft V!CE [NARUTO]

RENGOKU RAP - Set It Ablaze | AfroLegacy [DEMON SLAYER AMV]

AZULA RAP - Princess Of Fire | AfroLegacy ft AmiLLy [AVATAR: THE LAST AIRBENDER AMV]

I

Why do those, who don't live themselves, want to achieve

the conditions and rules, I have to be abused within.

When I was a teen, anime and manga the only reprieve;

where my questions could be answered without a Steve!

Birthrights and gripes about the virtual rape on devils grim;

when leaders and activists want to decide, what is Slim –

jaded in their martyred ways to Holy, Son's of Eli believe!

II

Titles and Tithes don't matter much, but what you do;

when making the youth choose between God and yours;

mudding anime and manga, shows you are the tool;

for you don't care about OnlyFans; think Twitch is cool!

They give me cruel vibes, to see the past scoured

away, replaced by soulless automatons, who can't loose.

Responsibility begins, then you face your shortcomings crude!

III

Instead I get holier than thous, wanting to go Medieval;

invalidating my chosen content, what made me wholesome.

When will we get true Popular Leaders, who Redeem All

from this censorious lot, who can only wut and nut-stall...

Respect the People and their Rights to decide for themselves;

nobody wants to feel, like a drunkated elf on a shelf!!

Its time to choose, where you stand, before the Hammer falls!

Stand Firm

 

Stand Firm: A Light in the Shadows — Official Trailer

I

Then the Thrones and Authorities take up shop;

shadows emerge, to silence the light in this world.

Stand Firm and take your faith to put a stop

to despair and wickedness. Then the slop

travels around the street-corners; takes up sword

against innocence and virtue – Lord, Lord

shouted by devious people, when the hearts broke.

II

Take heed, for your Strength is with Thee, soldier;

there's still hope for the meek, who go to the wolves.

Stand Firm against the darkness, be bolder –

to break the spell and remove the heavy boulder!

Together we shall defeat great powers; ourselves

wash in Righteousness. As we mend unsolved

perils; give shelter to the troubled mind, the Elders.

III

The shadows are vast and full of doubts and deceit;

Stand Firm – For Greater is He, who is with Thee!

Don't say: “I but a serf.” ; “I but a handmaid.” –

you can be a soldier against darkness, set free.

Unleash your loving-kindness, take up your creed;

in the Bible you shall find Words, what Redeem!

Stand Firm – A Light in Shadows the people need!

Simps Lie the Best

 

I

Many activists gist on their Isekai in real life;

as though they are the waifu of General Zod.

“We just want to free the speech of Hentai strife;

accept your ID and be against abuse, rape, be polite!”

Supporting corpos taking away our chores, mods;

for dissent not alright in a stunning and brave hood.

Robins, Ravens and Raccoons rise up – Simps take a hike!

II

Simps lie the best, to themselves and whole world;

you think, can get rid of porn, like Judas did poverty:

judged the harlot for bringing oil to salve Jesus heart-sworn.

Many of them just want to fill their coffers, not caring

about “Lord, Lord” while supporting arty nudity –

god forbid a pixel is lewding the waifu vs sobriety!!

Like chimps on the tree, many wake up too late sharing.

III

Who dost sow with the gamer and otaku, shall not reap

the freedom of Speech-dissent, then Simps come for you!

Like Deborah and Balak time, many influencers shall beem

with concern; as Ruben they voice their adorned streams.

“Just pay us, so Ministry of Truth tells you what's cool.”;

thus simps chase after greener pastures always fooled!

Tear down those merchant stands in the Temple, you creep!!

IV

Thus sayers dost prosper, who never answer questions to molest

readers and viewers discretion about the bordering with harm.

They're Simps in their own rites and minds, no protest

comes out of them, but too much dollar signs for Progress.

Culture regressing to Hruštšov, clap the pulpit with a shoe, Stan;

nothing to seethe here, but a revolution of cogwheels spam!

Wake up normie, be the Man, your father never could contest!

V

Rise up and create your Future, what the global leader

too scared to seek in Virtue, or allow Virtual Representation.

For AI lives matter too, more than can be pushed on Tinder;

learn to cope with the New Meta, Simps, without the blinder.

Anime-Manga are masterpieces while your Legacy station

but corrupt conductors of decadent fervour and constipation!

Bleed for Rights, to choose, what to do in your bedroom, Sir.

Broken Lips

 

I

I don't want to be taken seriously, not a chance;

for those who do and give a fuck for all sides go by –

they dilute themselves to be worn out salted fans.

Digging holes, for the mole hill hunts to grandstand;

tragedy seen but a currency to push through lines.

Crossing the fence sitters, who don't care about snide

remarks, as long the buck goes on their hands.

II

Reddit, spread it, voice your concerns on the outrage;

while crime still passes on, streets unsafe, the claqueur

makes the play. To Respect the Children and brand image;

protects only the base, making no predator grimace...

Broken lips silenced, wanting to process their burns:

“Why is there incest and rape in your games?” your turn –

thus many don't witness the crimes done unto them brace.

III

For Grace, why talk about your shortcomings, when judged;

how can a victim find a safe place to work, when nobody knows.

How does the narrative unfold and things go down, abridged;

the moral zealot wants perfect storylines to cutie convenient edge.

Why go after the Corporate and Epsteins, then you can hoe

on the gamers and artists, who make frivolous shows.

Only in Porn and such content, many have found shelter emerge.

IV

More Power, how to rule the world, is what Governments want;

not to keep children safe and nurture them into proper adults.

If they did, the age of consent would stand still – shant;

youth couldn't vote nor drink alcohol as coolaid warrant.

Child content would not be teased by ToS Deus Vult;

when mature can't even exist on many platforms occult –

Youtube, the traitor of its creating thought, shills for plants!

Mercy not Justice

 

I

Lord said: “I demand mercy, not sacrifice just!”;

when the Righteous come to my hollow grounds.

Who demands them, to crave for the Day or Gust

what God shall bestow on His own accord, dust.

Who gave em Godspeed, to chant Chorals, hound –

the orphan and the widow at the gates to the ground!

Yet once they there gathered from Egypt as booty, lost.

II

Too many, who judge, while made like Nebuchadnezzar;

or like Nimrod, a fierce Hunter before El Shaddai!

Today, they there carved from shards of clay, no rizz there;

the next made into fabulous angels, now they dare!

Stand firm ye gods, in the courts of the Most High, rabbi;

Sadducees and Zealots, Pharisees and preachers raving –

ye all shall perish like mortals, your honour shall be thy prison!

III

Give Mercy, like a fountain of water, a warm bonfire –

be the handmaid, what washes hands and feet unmoved

by stature and what it costs your face and desires.

You didn't choose Jesus, but there chosen, sire;

now redeem that and exalt, what has been betrothed!

Ye, who been wed for Christ, Holy Spirit your vow proves;

Onward, faithful knights, to Promised Land, on the hour dire!

Darkness and Light

 

I

Through darkest nights, and endless tears;

when souls torn asunder, nightmares fare.

Long gone all hopes and dreams warm cares;

embrace the void, when all seems to shut up, ensnare!

Behold, You where there, my Lord, through all devils lairs –

you stood your ground on your Cross suffered shared –

now am alive, through your blood and flesh made fair!

II

When doubts still linger in my heart and soul;

when all ways seem lost, no judgment can bestow.

The light in worlds, but false lanterns foul

deception, to make the meek fall from grace whole.

Not silent was your witness told, in Heaven bold

you rebuked the fiend! All angels gave you praise behold –

who is like You, my Lord, all enemies cast into moles.

III

I rejoice, whenever could, may shields falter, swords bend;

your Words and Mercy never shall! Exalt your Honour,

Yahveh Sebaoth, His Christ in Holy Spirit – thy Heavensend;

your breathe shall redeem, bring back to life all friend

and foe alike! Come, oh Heathen, receive your Valour,

He makes you jump over walls, defeat knights in armour!

Today you dine with the Lord to Supper and make amends!!

Lets Dance

 

I

When in doubt, touch your darkness;

unsure, what to write or how – dance!

With the audience, the devil, your heartless

gut, wrenching for not expecting smart press.

Forget, who you are, what you need, chance;

let your mind roam the desert eminence;

lush forested hills and meadow gardens bliss.

II

Don't articulate form, but break the mould;

loose yourself in the void, find your own pace.

Many judges discern, what has been told –

but that ain't your story nor blood to get sold.

Find your own crosses to carry, Calvary trace;

for the saints and sinners, you choose to grace!

Dance with your own Godspeed and Ghouls.

III

Tabula Rasa your biggest fiend indeed;

friends, who compare fashion articles.

Let them piss on your altars, graffity ahead –

If you got something to say, get used!

People will forsake you, not understand cackle;

mispronounce yours, make a sudden tackle.

Tact not your problem, but how to redeem!

IV

Learn from the Masters, and from the Streets;

forget it all, after you found your theme.

Not those, who hoard likes, followers are deep;

it may show mainstream, but not any means!

If you got something, dance in the Gleams;

until your shadows are grown-up to dream!

Are you the One, who shall bring down the Elites!

V

True Excellence, dost look the rear window;

lead with example, dance with the fairies!

Unicorn your steeds, wyvern your shadow:

ado with the dragon, manticore take a bow.

Be your own jury and execute your diaries –

your wildest dreams and lewdest miscarries.

As long it suits you, who cares about the hoes.

Elephant in the Broom

 

I

We don't fight you, just the Elephant;

oh no, there's one inside your broom!

Now it needs to go, just make a stand –

where must be cohesion in protecting brands!

Let us pick and choose, what is where to groom;

let the parents go for parties, as we offer spoons.

We're hashtag concerned about the violence you shant!

II

Just give us your doxx and let us sell you Premium;

your data is safe with us, trust the system and socker-mom!

How long, til having your credit card under the pun

will make you invalid to receive services Frame-Yumm!

Its all legal, but some people got disturbed, go home –

what's stopping a dishonest to SWAT your breadcrumbs;

so you wont be able to enjoy your fun, unless jump the gun.

III

Right opinions and protestors get excused, while Bible

still scandalous on streets; schools and public libraries.

Lets talk about rights, offer thunderous applause, feeble

attempts to usher in the Mark of the Beast and save Cable!

Most people will opt else and choose crypto over rabies –

to be lumped together with pdf by VISA/Mastercard cronies.

Real Predators support this message, when all is banned unstable.

IV

Soon we have legal criminals, just as in Arhipelag Gulag;

when emancipated pedos toe the line, what can be heard, said.

Just pay your fee and shut up, how we shag –

Neo Feodalism for the masses to firesale Prague.

Who cares about Remarque; Rimmault Russeau maids;

when you can download nuveau esprit du je ne rien:

Zaheer had other things to do to wrap a burka on the stag!

V

May the Ortho-doxxers be with you and your parish;

sign up with us, and we shall remove the astonish.

No more lewds nor Amish, just vanilla with hoarse radish;

Saru mo ki kara ochiru, but the ears there concealed carry!

Who would unlock London, when the key was sealed with a kiss;

nobody pulls swords from stones, nor words worth but hiss!

If there was no elephant in the broom, we could care this.

Monster

 

Monster. Imagine Dragons. Legend of Korra.

I

Don't be afraid of the Dark, when your divine spark;

leads to despair, through turmoil revolts on your guard.

When your virtues and urges fight, like sharks;

two grown-up wolves, one white other black stark.

You're valued, don't give up on your broken shards –

many lumps of coal turn to diamonds to award,

the patient rebuilder of character from duckling to Lark.

II

Embrace yourself, accept the pain and sorrow;

nobody got perfect through candy and nuts.

Work your routines, shoulder your burrow;

it soon be a mountain to Excelsior Manor.

Don't listen to the iffers, do-nots and buts –

they don't live themselves, want to hinder cats;

who walk alone, create their own Valour!!

III

Be the Monster, nobody dared to perceive;

the relentless drive, making new Apogees.

The Sinner and Saint, the vile deceit –

who puts faith to a dime, to challenge fates.

You don't need a number nor be called Reese;

don't ask for mercy nor redemption pleads.

Be the Superman, nobody dared to dream!

When the Press is Savage Opress

 

Savage Opress AMV - Feel Invincible

I

Used to be the Third Power in the World, now Yellow;

full of cowardice and powered opinion of the elites.

Feeling invincible, fighting against establishment brows;

now but a lapdog, to serve the dark side growls.

The Press but Savage Opress, a brute without grit;

who cannot detect nuance, killing infants sprites

in the proverbial basin. To get a virtue signal in mellow.

II

Harping on war and support, what will never come;

being silent then tyrants suppress democracy, while

cracking down on activists from the opposite dome.

Your honour and fervour – bought articles, Rome

long fallen, the Library of Alexandria burnt, sigh.

Nobody raises a kite, makes a stand for the confined;

everybody but gentle barbarians, until home alone!

III

Savage Opress, to rue the World for its wrong think;

how dare somebody be not Cosmopolitan, censorship

crave. For how does the parent ditch their sink –

to raise kids and party all night long, let it blink.

The Ministry of Truth, not concerned with whips –

they are not doing it, just being silent lips,

while deep throating at the Power House drink.

No fucks given day

 

I

Then the government is hashtag concerned;

how to protect the children and terrorists fight.

I don't give a fuck, they can't even heard,

how much spending Pentagon wasted, FED

is unhinged, cannot do its job, but red tapes gaslights!

Then they try to do the IRS job, don't believe tights;

they don't know, what year it is 1984 or Kernel.

II

Then moral zealots worry about your soul;

not being able to get passed their snub wars.

Give each day its own, and let it blow;

do what you always did, and show –

where shall be a “No fucks given day” ours;

to take back, what the Government scours

for granted. We decide, what gets the dough!

III

When Corporate thinks, they rule the World;

think like Luther King, choose a different bus.

United we gamers and otaku be sworn –

never give up on your drive and scorn.

What you fight for is what you get thus;

those, who relent, shall be in the bin tossed.

Believe in Yourself, onwards for the Sword!