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!

Beyond Nihilism

 

Agent Smith Was Always Right - He Did Nothing Wrong! | MATRIX EXPLAINED

Cypher Was Always Right | MATRIX EXPLAINED

What Neo Discovered About the Origin of Illusion

My Journey Through The Melancholy of Haruhi Suzumiya (reupload)

LEGEND OF KORRA amv Shatter Me

Avatar Korra/AMV/The Phoenix

Avatar The Legend Of Korra 「AMV」- Everything

Korra's Journey || Dark Matter || - Legend of Korra AMV

The Legend Of Korra Song | Let The Wind Show The Way ft. Juliette Reilly

The problem with people these days is, that way have bought the lie, what Post Modernism proposed, that there are no more values and that we can question and create everything. For that is only partially true. Most people are neither capable nor ready to live on tabula rasa. Nietzsche tried to warn us, that in order to survive the nihilistic tendencies of society, which wants to dilute our root-beer until its only good to wash the tank it was held. Or in more Christian terms, then the salt lost its bite.

One way, how people try to defeat the system, is to create new identities, which was also true for the Directors or Matix trilogy – and I shall refer to it as such, no matter how much more content is being added to it, because the cast has lost their happy thought, they started it all, and in such are no longer in control of the narrative, but their corporate handlers, which makes a twisted irony inside the show. Trying to cast all the cis white males out of the Matrix fandom, has cast the show itself into the depths of Abyss. For you can't escape nihilism, by simply declaring, that your vision is superior. That kind of thing, dost work anymore, after God has been declared Dead, as through the surmises of Nietzsche in “Thus spoke Zarathustra”

How does more censorship and control compel people to believe, that you are against a system, what corrupts and washes away your colours, denying you freedom?

To the same extent, as with the directors of Matrix and their transition story, there is also the problem of VISA/Mastercard and Collective Shout doxxing people out of their preferred private hobbies and creative work sometimes. Because oh no, its too sensual or erotic in nature. Too frivolous to let young adults do that, because what if a child was present. Its dost matter, whether collective shout is a ultra feminist or ultra religious entity, for the matter in front of Post Modernism and Nihilism would remain the same. They would still be like Agent Smith; Mouse; Cipher and Morpheus in one person. I will leave Neo out of the equation, because he being the protagonist needs to do the Mary Sue thing anyway, and has not much to tell in the aspects of Nihilism, for he overcame it. The problem with these entities hating on anime; manga and video games containing anything masculine and frivolous, is because they don't believe in themselves as a person created by God, who has a inner purpose or mission to uphold. And in this cynical state, they can't help but have to destroy everything, just to feel better, that they wont suffer alone. Because suffering is the only constant, what exists for them.

When you move from religion towards atheism or science as people like to think at it, you don't open something up for yourself but close something down. You no longer can rely on the supporting structure, what Religion previously held true for you. It may be compelling for you, to think: “good riddance!” but what does it really mean, then you don't believe, there is no life after this one or somebody waiting for you. You just want to be in control, where everything can be verified or falsified. But what if the anthropic principle doesn't help you out, because you don't want to constantly think, what your life is constituted upon. Most people just wanna live their lives and be left alone. How do you do that without values and the safety of somebody, who monitors it, lest somebody gets more, than he deserves.

That's why we have to constantly suffer under the despotism of entities like collective shout or VISA/Mastercard. For we don't want to take action. Let somebody else do it, like Homer Simpson telling the barkeeper about paying his tab and he taking his shotgun out. Eventually everybody has to answer the call of the Abyss and tell himself, if he doesn't want to believe in God. Why do I exist and what drives me?

What do I leave to the next generation, when I'm done? People are afraid of the Haruhi Suzumiya type, because just like Neo in the Matrix, they don't add up. They are like anomalies in the coding, where you cannot fathom the depth of their inner calm and joy. You might gaslight or ligtningrod, as Sören Kierkegaard put it, into stoicism or with some other convenient label. But what you really are doing, is denying access to your core, so you wouldn't have to face the reality, that you don't really exist. That there are people, who genuinely cruise through their lives, having fun. And that makes the corporately dead people gnash their tooth. How dare they not feel the Weltschmertz; Zeitgeist; Pathos; Avant-Garde and Decadence; Sturm und Drang – all what inevitably drives us towards the end of all History, as one famous filosopher put it, showing off his own shortcoming. That the Western thought is hyperventilating on meaning itself. Too many people have thought and written so much, that people cant handle its gravity any more. The only solution, like Nietzsche proposed, was Buddhist thought contemplation or deep prayer in Christian contemplation. When you forget about your Ego, which does most of the Existential crises, what Collective Shout and VISA/Mastercard are suffering under. Or like in the Shining: “All work and no play, makes Jack a dull boy!” People have taken their work and faith or political alignment so seriously, that it has become a thing in of itself, just like in Israel the issue about the sanctity of Sabbath day and the arteficial proposition: “If a leaf falls on your shoulder on Sabbath day, what should you do? – You cannot remove it, because that is work; you cannot leave it there, because carrying it around is also work. You cannot remain there with the leaf, because you have to finish your journey to the temple or to home!”

Many people, who are against ecchi or hentai in games, err against this principle, because they don't know, what to do with the leaf on their shoulder. The only remedy, I can think of is laughter, and memeing the shit out of this situation. Or like in another movie Holy Man 1998 where Eddie Murphy starred as the main protagonist. Its original was much better, but you can't send anything to Uzza unless you rebrand it with local cast. In there the Holy Man cured most conflicts with hugs or funny ways, how to get people out of their perceived important life choices.

In a way Jesus did the same thing, when He came into this world and gave the Sermon of the Mount, which you could even follow up as an atheist, provided you're true to yourself. How to cut the shackles of oppression what we have bound ourself with, calling it Justice; or Law; or Order or something else, forgetting the Mercy in just escaping the reality and enjoying the moment.

When was the last time, you truly touched grass, and I don't mean in a physical sense. What if grass no longer existed, and you're living in a dystopian world, where just as in the Matrix, you can only eat artificial goo. How do you touch grass then? The Zen Buddhist referred to it as: How does the tree fall, when nobody is there to see it?” or “the sound of the clap of one hand!” When where you truly alive, enjoying every moment of it? Is your life at your work fulfilling you, or are you just flipping burgers, as they say. It has no meaning, what you say nor do, because its just an empty simulation to you, where you show little to no agency in.

Today is the day to change all that, and rip the cord, you're feeling yourself being strapped to your corporate entity. I also linked some AMV's about Korras life, I felt where relevant to shut out from this illusory world and reattach to your inner child. For there is no spoon and you decide, what your glass ceiling is and what you can do with your Life. Don't do it, because religion comelled you, or movement, or some regulation. Do if for Yourself. And that leads you past Nihilism, when you stop worrying like Descartes, “Cogito, Ergo sum!” for children in the moment don't rationalize, why they're having fun, they just do it! Who wants to Create their next Nike shoes or Diablo game or something else. Perhaps you want to open your Tokyo Ghoul themed coffee shop or something else. The choice is with you. Each and every day of your life. What do you want, and how are you gonna obtain it!

Shatter the Glass Ceiling

 

I

When Ghouls preach you mid-summer nights dreams;

churned into a nightmare, drowned in a Whiskey's sky.

Eating cigarettes more than candy, coffee without a cream;

hindered by a glass ceiling, of what I can't and won't lean.

Rule this rue that, precept upon precept to make cats shy;

dogs act like mice, lions think their monkeys with hides to dry;

where's no James Bond, to tell them how they lost names!

II

Shatter the Glass Ceiling, and be your own Hero, boyscout;

loose yourself, girl, don't listen, what the harpies curtail.

You're better than the rulers, what are thrown over shouts;

then brick walls want to lecture, how to be best louts!

You know better, than to chase after the sullied and failed;

who still stroke their cats, while not gotten a ship nailed.

Nothing to loose nor claim,unless you take your Cross round!

III

Burn down the shamers and their gossip and stares;

don't collect with the druncator, who publicly declares.

They pledge like Amber, cease like Umbridge, who cares –

its time to Choose Christ and make your metal pay the dares!

You choose Freedom and fuck the old hags back to Cheshire;

your not sausage, nor your moon made of cheese, sire;

Burn in Holy Fire and full of Holy Spirit, held for those shared!

Eat my Gravel

 

I

The dogs are barking, the bickering banshees wail;

toe their placards to minute their judgment spree.

I walk alone, don't mind, what they have to say –

better call your Master and make a solemn pray.

I make my words into bullets, strike teens on their knees;

soon they be raving with Jesus, but you're not invited, Ree!

Eat my Gravel, as I ride to Heaven, moe or gay!

II

Advocate your Devil and Ad hoc your Justice;

I bring Mercy for those, you deemed too hostile.

Cover up your candles under the bushel, Eustice;

bring new wine in old skins, to wait and see vice.

Eat my Gravel, when I come for the prodigal child;

like a Piper, make them dance the Forests and Wilds!

Let It Burn inside you, as the Holy Spirit makes Peace!

III

Chasing the ghosts, and revenants doomed by rues;

come back to life, for you have a purpose, take a chance!

When society offers but spite and your chairs glues;

where's another option, to be more than control cruise.

Take up your Freedom and Godspeed like on Avalanche;

chase in the wind, to brand your Colts and Broncos, Vance –

Its time to follow, like Nimrod, Christ calls the True!!

Loosing Faces

 

I

Its time to Rock and Ride your cock;

down the throats of common sense;

around the shock, awe on my mock;

as I battle your Temperance, face the duck –

tape in the middle of the red line tense;

unsussed Ivans want to be more than lense

to shoot down another ant in the glassmine block.

II

Chasing my fairies to make my faith rage;

the World too narrow, to mind my cosplay.

Call a Ph. D as the incest goes Rape;

how could Solomon be King, or Drake

be Captain over the fleet of ships, wise say!

Mooned on the starry path, to never say nay –

loosing my faces, to mask the shadows stage,

III

Lost souls, Ahoy, may you be welcome;

turn your stoned eyes back to life and rejoice!

Nangijala, give back the lionhearts, lone

wolves, forgotten by Heathers, Stacy's comb.

For you got to chase your Californian dreams voice;

even if it brings you to the brink of Abyss, Louise...

Its time to Superman, like the last stand, let them come!

IV

Take your Whisky and Cigarettes, skateboard and lollies;

then sin your only choice maimed, I got a new way, fool.

Take my arm, let me bring you to Holy of Holies;

to see Jesus and the Angels supreme, your homies!

See the Sun, Moon and Stars, what you could be cool –

take your Face, make it rain in Arkadia, the vixen drool!

Time to Metal, make your Anthems sound over the trollies!

Pivot Aidan

 

Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal

I

Moralist monist their Adds and senses to pretense;

when you look animations, it must be you fuck dolls.

At the same time, watch this nonbinary congruence;

why would you hetero, when you could fluid trance!

Look at the science we paid for and the gathered polls –

don't you want to Pivot, Aidan and have cinnamon rolls

more than Vanilla on your colour blind tone death Itch?

II

Just don't go against the flow, be a normie, who heels;

what the influencers and globalists tell you to bow.

We didn't care, when you grew up and struggled feels;

your pain wasn't Holocaust, anxiety Holodomor real.

Believe then we get psyched on these youth cutting show;

when teens colour their hair and pin cusheon faces moe.

Its performance, representation not lost ID in nihilist glee!!

III

Your games too toxic and masculine, eat more Östrogene;

for if you discover your Divine Feminine chakra, you rock.

Don't stand your ground, traditions, for that is misagynist, mean;

don't you want women to be boss, and never serve behind scenes –

why see them cook and give birth, then breast-cancer the stock!

Blow up their ovaries, for making headlines better than fuck –

unless its onlyfans, and cucks pay top dollar with no marital dreams.

IV

Why so violent, diminish your aura, language, while fembot rages;

its fun to see them hit the balls and slap the cheek!

God forbid, children learned to be responcible mages –

for that you need to travel to China or Japan for ages.

Europe nor Uzza got nothing to say no more – bleep:

“This message was removed, age-restricted – too deep!

Here's some alternet neutered content we deem Age just!!”

When Heaven Cries

 

I

Many have concerns and worthy thoughts contemplate;

how to save the World and make it a better place.

Freeze your screen and paint your face on fate;

its for the children, honey, lets progress the stage.

When Heaven cries, nobody there to state;

only placating vicars, choosing to dine a bit late.

Who dost gather with us, shall scatter in turmoil and rate!!

II

To lead the sheep and create the perfect Kingdom come;

snubbing at the Taxman, the Harlot and Heathen scum.

Forgetting how from serfs all the great nations dawned;

how Christ made way, breaking the enemies bones.

Now the same people, who erect statues, adorn

paintings nobody understands, but the twisted and torn.

In the name of science, silence competition at Home.

III

When the merchants more virtuous, than ministers, priests;

understand more loving-kindness, than sleight of hands.

At the pulpit the drones and NPC, scan for the pieve;

will people be Pietas or will they naughty the yeast!

When Heavens Crying, all Righteous busy Grands;

can't do nothing for the Man down on Crossroads – no Brand!

Better wait for the Samaritan to make something from least.

IV

Where will be a time, when Jesus shall return like a King;

reward the meek and unholy, who there metal alone.

The Righteous abandoned, to the fringes of nine rings;

their power stripped like Saruman, rainbows waning.

Repent, who you hope on false remedies, atone;

chanting Lord, Lord, this is the Church of God, wont crown!

The Cornerstone shall surpass all accords and bling.

Release Memes

 

I

Relieving from Bondage, releasing from fear;

when the Counts sell peasants with a shoe.

The moral supremacists, who claim to care;

while children being trafficked, exploited ensnared.

Yet woe to you, if didn't pay them porn tax, Blue;

why are your imaginary friends Hentai, no clue!

Release your mind and start creating, I dare!

II

This is the true Christian way, when you walk a mile

in the shoes of the oppressed and tortured, who's case

sees no judge nor jury, but executioner. Defiled

on the public forums, to grant power to the beguiled;

who never lift a finger for your turmoil, but switch face!

Blessed be the merchant, who dares to pick up the pace;

cry with the sorrowful and cheer with the happy a while.

III

Release your Memes, make the world sunder;

make your presence known to the four corners of the Earth!

Fight for Gamers and Creators; for Otaku down under;

reclaim their expression, who create facing slander!

When Tyrants take charge, start caring for children, curs –

like rabid dogs are they, wanting to put thee out of your worth!

Don't trust the fake friend, who takes with a head-pat yonder.

IV

Be your own Ward, who decides Right from Wrong;

you're mature enough, to discern, what deserves to be.

Release your Memes, and reveal the traitors gang;

who claim virtues, but only seek slavery of the common.

Remember Puškin; Dostojevsky; Shakespeare – create;

for its now your time to shine on the hour of need!

Those, who sow in tears, shall harvest in Joy, now come!

Empower This

 

I

Cancel-jerks who hold the clerks up;

for you didn't feel empowered buying this.

Why didn't the producer ask permission, but

chose to sexualise with no consent from ROTT?

I couldn't Karen enough to receive the hit and miss –

how about a minority report, to get on the diss!

Fake Christians don't prosper, screech, wail and mock!

II

No woman ever thanks your work, Collective shout;

who you objectify like Narcissus sending Echo to the forest.

You slur more than a sailor, your denial leaves much about;

how is Cuties not pedo, while pixels on a screen count?!

Maybe you should team up with Uncle Stan, make a torrent,

to get the best Emmy award, for virtue signaling comments.

Jesus wont save you, perhaps you get a seat at Hell, girlscout.

III

Sixth; Eighth or Ninth, take your pick, Dante will show you

the Way; Hitler may take notes on your Message board.

Even Germany didn't exile so many to boot-camp as thou;

not mention of Lenin; Stalin and Nikita, I have to bow!

Why is empowering always so toxic, like a poisonous toad;

what can't be touched and makes things smell hoard?

`Whenever you do, the world seems to be less – not cool!

IV

Dropping the slurs on soap, this opera sells itself;

or judging the glossy lips, you must be compensating.

Why do you care, how people like/dislike help

themselves to their product, make your own wealth

or are you out of ideas, and just envious masturbating.

I only hear you gasp and moan on the cooners berating –

search your soul, if there's not something missing, Alp.

V

Real Empowering starts with walking a mile in others

shoes, to understand, what they want and care.

You only schadenfreude, to see people burn covers;

the iconoclasts would have loved you. Brokers

of filth and intolerance art thou, misery share –

that's your business, not enabling girls of any lair.

But why do that then you could be a New-Yoker?

VI

Feminism used to be cool, but then you went lev 3;

it worked its ass off, to get somewhere, now Cows

of Bashan will rue. Roll your eyes more for history!

The World dost revolve around you, to give glory

to those,who never contribute, but vitriol on a cointoss.

Eat some humble pie and learn to be a real woman, not Boss –

perhaps you feel more happy then, and not a Pissing tree.

Glimpsing the Void

 

I

When the darkness is upon your Self;

your good spirits gone, mood down.

You stare into the Void, like a whelp;

getting a glimpse, like a prey lost its stealth!

Don't despair, find your calm alone;

the inner storm under your control, done.

Be yourself, even then it hurts the shelves.

II

When doubt lingers, and nothing seems to give;

breaking through your routines, no Peace of Mind.

Rejoice for the fleeting moment, you could reprieve;

take time from haste, to drink your coffee and tea.

Most shortcomings wane, then allowed to mull blind;

take time for Yourself, let tomorrow worry his lines.

Be yourself, push through the zone of absent leaves.

III

When everything seems, greater than your best;

you but a grey mouse, amid the horde of tigers.

Don't give a fuck, believe yourself behest –

You're your own Stalwart Hero, shining crest;

who can tame the dragons and trample on vipers!

Move on, even if ridicule and scorn your abider;

for Godspeed awaits, lost soul, be a Founding Priest!!

Open the Gates

 

Grand Magic Game Fairy Tail AMV

Silent Prayer for the Forgotten Light

Challenging the Gods epic Chinease Orcestral

I

As you there, on Crossroads and street-markets corners;

then coroners and experts presumed you past dead.

You're invited to Supper with Jesus, who dodged the Warners;

for the love of untamed freedom, beyond all creed and borders.

Come, gamer, artist, otaku, boy, girl or parent; who bled

for Christ, then your values downtrodden and false tears shed!

Become Angels of Mercy, who triumph over Justice ordeals.

II

Let me bounce you in, no matter your debt or grievance;

let me ease your burdens, like a Camel gives his back.

Its time to rock and roll with the Biker mice; advance

your laughing lions to Superman, declare your stance!

Rock like Ozzy, glimmer like Freddy you, indomitable Stag;

take your Cross with thee, Bethesda shall comeback –

may soothing torrents of Living Water burst forth, Lance!

III

Open the Gates, make Great the Entrances of Heaven;

you're like the Vision of Japha, the Holy apron of the Lord!

Halleluyah, may you be exalted to Sainthood, Leven –

who you there scorned by society, for your origin misgiven.

Tanya no longer Evil; Revy a captain on ship on her accord;

Erza and Korra fighting hand in hand, Natsu and Grey afford

to be friends over bitter rivalry, Holy Spirit shall redeem them!!

IV

There shall be no god nor strength, to prevail against us;

shattered the yokes of oxen, broken the scales of distrust.

Abandoned, who scatters absent from God, still chant Thus;

just like the silencers of cultured despots want to brush

everything to grayscale – don't relent your true colours thrust!

Be more Metal than Iron Maiden, broadband than Meta is just;

El Shaddai with you, who could be against, but a bogged mush!

V

Open the Gates, let your valour run rampart and free;

defeat the shrines of virtue, who signal but gloom.

You're worthy to eat Supper with Christ, now come, thee;

all brothers and sisters, like Fairy Kings and Queens!

May your mind be at ease, your spirit lifted, go groom

the children out of the lecherous teachers closet and broom.

Its time to Rock til we drop, Jesus is calling you, Teens!

VI

Gather values, stronger than the corrupt conductors;

then politics processes your words, while junkfood inside!

You are, what you eat, come defeat the dragon, actor;

the true vigilante of arts, culture, not a lapdog prospector.

Open your eyes and hearts, for Jesus wants you, don't hide –

Invited to Lords Supper, then the worthy cast out, confined!

Blessed are those, who come in the name of the Lord, Mentor!

VII

The Gate of No Gate, the True Enlightenment of masses;

then the Holy Spirit calls the ravens and wolves;

the fox-spirits and succubi, kappa with broken glasses!

The Mermaids, Sirens, Harpies, Ghouls, regardless of classes –

its time to eat the Lords Supper and get your fill, become elves!

You are like gods, who trample on the vipers and snails entrails;

Rock your untamed Truth, until Kingdom Come passes!!

Cash is the girls best friend

 

I

When payment processors moral zealot on you,

like they are holier than Jesus, more devout indeed.

Choose cash and fuck their fervour to Doom;

nobody hired them to church; government, Homeroom!

Those, who want to enslave with sweet words feed;

they are the groomers and wolves you stay out of lead!

Choose your Right of Expression not handmaids loot.

II

When big corpos think, they can kill competitions;

for only they deserve to know, what is sacred and profane.

There will come a Jubilee Year, a day of Yahveh for peons;

to crush the greedy and cynical, who laugh for Aeons.

May the Aether breach their lungs, who prostate

on cancerous practices and make them societal Apostate!

Only Cash will talk, and bullshitters walk the blank puns.

III

Write them down in memes and parodies;

dissect and satirize, those who show no mercy.

A Clown at their every doorstep, Arlequine on the dais;

pay in cash, ladies, show those objectors button raise

the door. Its time Jubilee be the real X-Girl on scene;

take back your dignity, what was sold to the green.

Your boots are made for walking on Tyrants lies!

Case against the Righteous

 

Jdg 19:22-30; Luke 14:12-24; 18: 9-14; Am 5:18-20; Isa 7:11-16; Psa 91:11; Mat18:7

Sometimes I wake up and hate everything about being a Christian. Like Lara Croft want to remodel the house with angry bullets. What seems to be the problem. I really hate it, then some smug Karens and moral zealots, who either through political or religious zeal think themselves pretty or intelligent enough, to knock on Porn. Because what, God loves you so much? No, he doesn't. Most of those people, who shout the loudest on porn are strangely the people, who either support cuties or only fans, while hating on pixels on the screen. Which makes me think, aren't you fucking with your competition there, instead of having a moral absolute. To the same extent was the issue with the Gibeans, who decided that they shall rape a man, who they didn't deem kin enough. For if you sin against a foreigner, its not really a sin. The man decided to give up his wife and the wife was raped dead at the doorknob, what heralded in the decimation of an entire tribe and introduction of bride abducting, so the tribe wouldn't disappear. One of the reasons, why the burka exists btw. The other is to submit yourself to God in much the same way as the Orthodox do with the Icons, which is not the scope of this essay. Just because of one mistake, and the reluctance of letting it go and let the guilty be punished. This is the cost of Righteousness, not tempered with Mercy.

The same is true about longing for the Day of Yahveh or more poetically, to dine with God. What business do you Righteous have with God or his dinner, who you constantly slur against the POTUS, Donald Trump? Just because he's the populist vote, who won the election and not what you wanted to impose on the people. Why should any of you get blessed with divine windfall, for every time Jesus needs something from you its. “Oh no, I can't, because I bought new oxen and have to test them; I married and need to grind her holes; I bought a house and have to party, party!!” And then you look at the Porn enthusiast and want to take his fun away, because you don't lust that way! Has it even occurred to you, that Jesus left it in the society for the prime reason, to test your mettle? Not to mention, if you people go even farther and slander anime and manga, which have nothing to do with porn, just give again competition to your Disney content and trans agenda in there. How many times has Donald Trump disavowed, that he didn't know about his friends Jeffrey Epstein's inner workings? It has been well documented, when this friendship ended.. Still, for those moral zealots on political savants, that's not good enough. He's still a pedo in lefty memes. Very well then. Because you can't stop slandering the innocent, due to probably being tied with the Porn market, because you need to support Only fans and cuties, For me anybody who supports the bear sex scene as PG 13 while accusing Trump of pedophilia or anime and manga of pornographic tendencies, a hypocrite and fraud. I don't care what your status in church is, even if you there the Ring on his middle finger, He would still rip you off and cast you out! Because if you had real cases against the Man, you wouldn't argue like a 6 year old, who has been called out for something. Each and every time I hear some lefty atheist open his/her mouth about those topics, I merely hear the boy who cried wolf and wont take it seriously. Why bother with people, who regard words so lightly. Everything is either a racist; nazi; pedo or pervert to you.

And those Righteous, who gloated on porn addicts, for they are mind copntrolled, and thus can't see the grand design of being against Porn or banning certain games, God will be against you, the next time, you need something. Because you have violated the law, which stated to not judge those, who are lesser of you, like the parable of the Pharisee and Tax collector, also you didn't give to Caesar, what belonged to him. Better pray, that the entirety of the Bible dost get banned, because it contains Porn!! Why are you always a klotz strapped at the leg of Jesus Christ? You who don't tease God with asking for miracles but make his angels do overtime work! Wasn't Jesus tempted precisely with Psa 91:11 and then He said, don't tempt the lord? Don't we also pray in the Lords prayer, that we should not be led to temptation. This Prayer has been voided by your own actions as the scene in John Wick, then the Female assassin got terminated, for doing ops in the Continental. Jesus shall abandon you, the same way, as you abandoned the rights of the Gamers and Porn fanatics. Why is it that the constitution only matters, then things you care, are in check. Its never, then things you despise are. For that reason, all those moral zealots and karens, who have done thus, shall be treated like insubordinate servants in violation of the Teraphim ban and the Which-craft clause. For you have not listened to offer Mercy not Justice (Sacrifice; Vengeance, see mišbat) leading young people and even God into temptation. Receive this Cease and Desist order in spirit and stop your meddling at once! Halleluyah!

Jumala heldus kestab igavesti

 

I

Pea meeles, kui vihamees tuleb;

oma patud su hingele viskab.

Otsiib sinult, mida sina pole

võtnud; pärib, mida mõelda on jäle.

Ära siis heitu, kaugele Kristuses hõiska:

„Jumala heldus kestab igavesti!“, mõista

kohut siis vastavalt teole, Jesurun kuule!

II

Kui kaupmehed petavad, kohtunikud meelehead

armastavad; tunnistajad nookavad kingaga –

„Jumala heldus kestab igavesti!“ Eks sina tea,

oma hinge hinda, pane siis vöö vööle, selah!

Pese mu sulaste käsi ja jalgu, lase hingata;

kel rusutud meel, ehita üles. Vinguta

anna oma turi neile varjuks, ära nea!

III

Kui jumalad lahkuvad maalt, mäed

pagevad orgude rajalt. Tea seda:

„Jumala heldus kestab igavesti!“ Käed

mis teda põlgavad, murtakse; väed,

mis põlvest põlve pobisevad, ei päde.

Aihult Jahve on Kõigekõrgem Tõde;

Tema Kristus Jeesus, ja Püha Vaim, ennäe!