Unbroken

 

鍛魂力 TANKONRYOKU - Forge Unbreakable Strength

I

He, who wants to master, needs to first die;

of your tolerance, loved-ones, guidance.

Swords are not cast in courts, but refined;

then fire meets anvil, hammer, water, wind.

Then Soul and Steal become One; dance

of form with composure, sharpness with distance.

Will unbroken, shall prevail in all combat, mind.

II

People burden themselves with many worries;

take teachings, meditations and zen riddles.

Never understanding the root of it carries;

how to shut out of the civil, into the void parry.

What good is a full cup of tea, which cannot sip addled;

trying to grasp more, without concept, befuddled!

Think fluid, less than nothing, past the ovaries.

III

Glossaries and Grimoires like the woman's embrace;

a fleeting moment of turmoil, takes all discipline.

Be strong and control your mind, avoid the gaze;

even in passion and love, remain focussed, in Grace.

True meaning starts, then words and confessions resign;

don't chase after speeches, but do the thing, aim High!

Shoot the Moon, be the Kagemusha, others didn't give face.

IV

Like Tengu in Heaven, Kitsune-Hime disguised;

those who choose the way of the warrior.

Not for the Faint of Heart, who love to be praised;

who raise their sake or bookshelves, outpaced.

You seek new ventures, nobody has tread, crave on;

Forget the barking dogs and lecturing women –

you move your Journey like Go pieces are raised!

V

Then Women slap first, claim, can't be punched back;

move out the dishonesty, turn the other cheek.

Your Soul unbound, unleashed, leave no stack;

go, there the smiles and teasers can't subtract!

What do the dishonest and cowardly know, you seek;

who dwell on wine, perfume, linen, empty reek –

willing to run after any who willing to cover and lack.

VI

Like a Demon, dragon roaming the cherry petals;

gazing at each drop of dew and ray at dawn.

Unbroken by the sinners nor saints meddles;

then the curious to and through your trials.

Seldom find a true soul, who wishes to be drawn;

like a bow, figure on a canvas, each their own Ego spawn!

“I, Me, Mind, Find!” can't stop chattering squirrel futile.

VII

Unfettered, like a butterfly, letting the mind grasp;

lingering attachment cease, so virtue may take flight.

Unbroken is the seamless sight, like the wind past;

where the rigid notions got stuck and clapped their breast!

Where is no up-down, left-right, wrong-right;

no shogun, spoon, but your Will moving, Thrill –

be still and a torrential tempest, at War and outlast!

To Head-Lions

 

Tom MacDonald - WHO IS THE BAD GUY (2026)

TLOK - My Demons [AMV]

Avatar and Legend of Korra- Salute

Shanon - Libahunt SÕNADEGA

I

To those who childish molest those, who create

and draw content, while the keybored warrior bleep.

Afraid to let the ecchi content roam, seeking organs rate;

denying authors agency, painting all Trans to Hate!

Head-Lions, who canon their own eisegesis cheap;

to make Japan bend the knee to woke, thus creep!

Save us from the onslaught of the sheeple folk unkempt!

II

Mein Kampf, Sein Slampe, Ihre Kammer – lost in speech;

transitioned translactations scion the Gentle German.

Its not Ok, then everybody same, loosing Left-Right to Screech;

West and East, remember, your ancestors and come back, I beseech!

Even women salute a strong Superman, who can defy the vermin

and dost let the whip dictate his posture, out of gilded cages whim.

To Head-Lions, who are in their dreams Brandon, but no Lee.ich!

III

Become the Werewolf, untamed, unapologetic, True;

take your savage native Love, instilled in blood.

Be like Shanon, past the black masks and card-boards lewd;

to Hell with those, who can't see past their own prude!

Make your own Journey a story, wicked and Cool;

sculpt in anime, manga, post for others drool –

then come preaching, how this or that gender imbues!

Beauty and the Bleach

 

Youjo Senki「AMV」- I am Machine

[AMV] Youjo Senki - Ready For War

Rakdos Cult Music Video (Ready to Die)

Mardu Horde Music Video (Warrior)

Azorius Theme Depeche Mode - Master and Servant

Luke 16:9-11

I

People machine, decry and demean, out of frame;

trying to blurt out the mistakes their pain rewards.

Kinderstube tubed to be interned and lubed fair game –

to be the Deer never like David, as He prayed back flailed.

Don't survive to exist, exit the rat-race – discard

all Fools Gold, Haggard Sophia bogging you down hard.

Embrace your shadow, shortcomings, untamed!

II

There's a beast in every Beauty – Deceased;

decreased, greased the cogs and wheels flurry.

Ready to die, as you dine with your fiends;

make friends with Mammon, unrighteous scenes.

Shotgunned Hoe to your jingle bells, Hells curry;

act like Joan of Arc, who advanced all gender, sorry!

So Jesus may receive you on Supper – Japha Kree!

III

Rise up from your mundane ordinance - Amazon;

make your ancestors proud and Heathens roar!

Torch the Bleach and bring back Barbarians throne;

Make Anarchy Great Again, Honden the lone –

a Shelter for the Wolves, Scarecrows and Raven marred!

Bjarka and Ehwaz, Madr and Tyr, Kenaz, Odal en garde:

Laguz, Nautiz, Gifu – until the judgment is done...

Quality vs Equality

 

I

Choose your lot, cast your dice, merit or mercy;

grip on your pursy, quality needs space to arrive.

Equal starts from above not from below, Percy –

else Umbridge shall reign in Voldemort thirsty.

Quality needs, quality heeds, then you stop pry;

end the decrees, what make Walt never Disney!

Remove the E, like Insane in my Sanity cursing.

II

Like All in evil roots, inserted by corpo bible transition;

to make Mammon look Great Again vs Maher Salal.

Kebab and Has-Bas the answer from El Shaddai to Tryons –

nobody would buy a shekel weigh in 2 geras, even if you Triome!

Value must be worth more than politics and cheap antics ballad;

then Barad-Dur heralded as bright, Beholders as Baruch –

don't relent, who switch black-white, beyond good-evil, pylons!

III

Good do Betters, Evil more Wickedness, Quality vs Equality;

their fruit shall taste their sour grapes and salty tears ashen mouth.

Osmosis shall gather those worth, who have no spark, pity –

while claiming to love all, they hate more, then you dissent sitting.

It takes power, virtue, temperance, to create new things, scout;

to be the Pioneer of thought, then Average circles wagons, shouts!

The Collective seldom right, then it comes to Movies, Theatres brevity.

Pick it up

 

Spiritual Combat: Aggressive Christian Trap & Motivation Music for Warriors

Spiritual Strength Through Gospel Rap | Christian Motivation Compilation 2026

ULTIMATE CHRISTIAN TRAP BIBLE MIX — Scripture on 808s Vol. 1

The Kryon Path

Isa 36:19; Deu 3:14; Ho1:2-4; Mat 7:21; 10:34-36; Jer 6:14; 8:11

I

Find your light, grab the mike, ye who wish to jump;

drop them bars, workout every knight and day.

Take the scripture, eat through passage, pump;

wormwood, vinegar – forget your love, pain, grump!

Then your peers only Sly-Jacks and Popes of Hay:

necks tied up and words polished, corrected, nailed –

like Jesus on the Cross for 30 pieces Silver dumped.

II

Choose your Trump, don't fold nuts against button raise;

spiritual battle starts from the streets, the priests, your face!

Know your hand and make it work, not the fabled praise

about Sons of Akhan, Skeva, who Goliath your David to waste.

Rebuke the Bamah, gone astray, who Biden, Clinton lice;

then Uzza was great, they wanna switch to cartwheels dice;

from the chosen brothers shoulders, blaming fragility blaze.

III

The enemy creeping like a roaring lion in the dark, your stand;

take your Gospel, Christ on the Cross in Holy Spirit, Sword and Shield!

Warthogs, War-Hawks, Warlocks the WWW popular demand;

you be the difference, divergent in the diligence of Brand.

Effigy burning, the refugees in your own mind, shell-shocked wield –

overwhelmed of ID and IP can't format C on the data EMP unreal.

Choose your digital deserts, to reflect, what really matters, Gods Hand!

IV

Corrupt me not, person or bot in the wut-knot;

then people seek meaning and purpose, You show faith!

Like Boanerges and Peter or Saul, conect the dots –

on edge and chip on the shoulder, while Sabbath day got!

Rules on Rues, and Blues on used Shoes, then soul wraiths;

walk a mile with Jesus, who never rebuked His parents life!

Didn't abuse His Prowess, as gnostics would boast to Lot.

V

Opaque water flows, claiming to transition to Future;

energy talks, servos walk, to Phyrexia, not Excelsior.

Jaded in dysphoric pneumonics, many grab the hormones;

find their Poison Ivy, disposition and hoisted to virtual –

reality dripping off your skeleton keys WASDADDY snore.

There's a Red Pill for you, choose Life in Christ, adore –

save yourself some smiles, respect, when you don't vigil Hume!

VI

Pick it up, pick it up – its time to pull your weights;

to show where's the God of Arpad, the tents of Argob.

Then zealous, fumed ree, singe their feet in freight –

frightened in volumes voluptuous vultures vore sight.

You love enemies thine, stand your ground, Cargo –

the devil shall run from you, all his baggage far gone!

True Providence exalted in the Salt of the Earth, stand Knight!

VII

Then little guys penis thopter and orks swarm in numbers;

you can make them flee in 7 routes, Trust in Christ!

Then fears drum up sullen memories of past-present sombre;

like thots in sight, to make you loose your A to F, hombre.

Spanish in your boots, Italian in your gestures, limp wrist;

fall in El Shaddai; Jesus; Holy Spirit, He'll teach you fight!

Peace in Heart for those, who demand Justice Humbled!

VIII

Don't loose faith, then Pastors and Peers despair;

throwing up excuses, away their weapons and armour.

Pick up your station, true Superman of Nietzsche, glare;

then Judas betrays, Ruben has worthy considerations dare.

You remember Amos of Tekoa, Hosea, who married Gomer –

smoke those niggers, who's faces are lime-white, Homer –

too much Cryon up their brain, loosing their ABC to nightmares.

IX

Not every angel or preacher, who extols: “Peace, Peace, Lord, Lord!”

has come from El Elyon, to make High Lord Jesus, Sovereign –

from their fruits, labour, you shall see, whom they can afford.

Thorns don't bear grapes, moss don't wear granberries, Bart;

don't Beavis and Butthead your cornholio, giving free reign

to the corpos and Established zombies in the Umbrella sign.

Declare your alignment and keep your path straight, Cornerstoned!!

Ph or D

 

I

When people sniff their farts and cant read the temp

of the room, to go Soylent on their automatic hung.

Ph or D, I wanna know, what's your incorpore fugit;

whatever the fuck makes bullshit walk lucid –

don't make my money from my pockets haunt Wong!

The Barista can't give coffee, for min-wages Shen-Long;

can't make full hours, for who's gonna pay them shrimp?

II

The Critics are wrong on all, for they are paid by Corpos;

Ph or D, I see acid and corrosive pollution in the drought.

We can't have realism nor fantasy, when Pebbles absolvo;

can't see difference between fiction and Real Life, Astolfo!

Then West can't make Lesbian Romance, due to bought

HR and DEI hires, who pimp, hooker the books to naught.

Get woke stay broke and firesale your assets to China D'Oro.

III

Are they Pheasant or Dick, I can't tell are they triggered

on their hip, to shit on the slip on LSD or are they Dewitt?

Anna Karenina jumping the train, for it promised Dunning-Kruger;

House of Cards hosted a Rerun, but the MC diddled kids Uber.

Why is malice and incompetence heralded, not wholesome grit;

then Machiavellian Macadamian and Cashew nuts spit...

chew on this, and cracker these cheese, as you briggand.

In your Dreams

 

Sant too luud siia – Santa Lucia Estonian auditory pun on Bring your Saint to broom the sculldugger.

I

Tacit in the fans attic shop or lift, crop or grift;

then people like lost soles, whores can't unfuck.

Walked ado many miles blues blaargh on drift;

as the car flickers on static compulsion riffs.

Check the Mike, is there some problems with Buck –

in your dreams, are all so grand, while lucid they duck.

Donald for the Papers, Ronald for the drapers swift.

II

Weasley or Potter – what's the difference to sully;

the final version, additions sedition, subtracted?

When words but omniscient revisions of sultry

moods, what came to pass your cairn and kiln fired.

In your dreams, playing body-double with infracted:

Your shadow made a curtain call, rainchecked fact!

Bring me your Saint, the broom shall dugger a Scully...

III

Silencers groan full stop, emotes remote the antlers;

Men can't be the Masters of the Universe vs Femme banale.

The Mortal Combat of Martian Manners, manholed in anthems;

Mortician's Morgana Immortal for the cordial L'Oreal conned hams.

Monkey has to paw, and kitten has to meow, as Ravens Koh raw;

mounting the hares to hat-trick cool dares, who cares: Sokka-Pow!

Walking out of the way, greenmiled to Californication trams.

IV

Ice Cube or Ice T, smells like Gasoline, worshipped by Avecyn;

then jokers and court-Hesters burn down the Library of Iskender.

Arteficial our Intelligence, sculpted to fit some needs for Syne;

double Scottish or triple Irish on the single malt Whisky grin.

In your dreams, then your deeds don't come to parlez vouz deer –

no Mogil David nor seven pointed star can GoTh your veneer!

Psychopath want to Gay your curtailed sciences, compliance whim!

V

Molested on molasses, the minds cuirasses sassy their glasses;

to look up on the former singer turned Rogue Lord of fliers.

Batteries low, the knuckle bar blows, attention spans trespasses;

melodic in the symphonic orchestrated mnemonic hashes.

Tagging the toes of Jacobs and covert angels coming downers;

robo-tripping the no AI in Aischylos and Zentai Piezers.

The fuck do they know, who row the boat down French Masses!

Those, who outdraw offence.

 

Luke 7:23; Mark 14:27; 4:17; 6:3; Mat 11:6; 13:21,57; 15:12; 24:10; 26:31; Pro 18:19; Rom 14:21

Lori Wilke - Forever - Official Music Video

Are You Offended At God? - Lori Wilke

One of the ways, how you can discern, if somebody is with God or against Him, is then they draw offence out of the empty ceiling or blast from the broom. Tolerance is the virtue of this world, but sometimes its like Dolores Umbridge having a speech in front of Hogwarts to hide away the returning of Voldemort. Rest assured, the more Truth and Justice you do, the more offended shall be those, who have a dog in the fight, who get paid, whenever Cosmopolitanism and diversion makes cultures crumble and people fight one another, to give money and governance to non-elected state actors. Its easy to be Sturm und Drang, to Fire and Brimstone on the sinners. Its low hanging fruit and gets you immediate recognition. Why not hate on the Harlots or the Tax Collector or the Otaku or the Witch or the Satanist or something else hated in the World. But who benefits from it, then you hate like that? Then you're offended, that things are not righteous and done justice? The word for justice in Israel is “Mišbat” which is also the word for Vengeance and Resentment! Whenever you demand Justice, you also summon Lilith, like happened in Diablo 4 though I don't like that game, it made Tyrael look like a foolish cuck and Alp. Just because some people are offended, then there are hetero-normative male characters in the game. Or like Nietzsche told, people seek resentiment, for being unable to create things themselves, so they find fault in your creation. Don't be offended, like the gnostics are offended blaming on the demiurge, that things can't get done. Don't be offended as the woke are offended, blaming on the establishment and white America, while ironically enabling it through their rallies and protests, just as the plebeians of old, who helped to derelict and destroy Rome. Back then they diluted the Roman citizenship until it meant nothing, nowadays they wanton to do the same to Uzza. For then the ship sinks, the waves of oblivion dost care, if you drowned on the left side or right side of the boat, or if you drowned as an independent or centrist. Perhaps you even had a Boston Tea Party! If a nation goes down everybody looses. Then Rome fell, the Republicans died easy and fast but the democrats died slowly and on charcoal, where some there enslaved, some starved to death or died forgotten and banished to the furthest outskirts of the former empire, there even their coin didn't pay, for the scheme, there they cut the edges off and made new, until the weight was so light, no pagan wanted it as legal tender. The same shall befall the woke and Democrats in particular, who shirk off their responsibilities while hating on Trump and Christ. Eventually your being offended, for being born in the White World and not as some other colour, will bite you in the ass. Why should other people regard somebody, who is ashamed of his/her roots. Nobody in China is ashamed and offended of their glorious History; neither is Japan; India; nieither South nor North-Korea! Even Pakistan and Kabul are not offended, and Kabuls name means “What the hell is this?” for then Master Hiram saw his payment for making the Temple of Jahveh to Solomon, he didn't like this barren wasteland with impoverished serfs. And that plane is called Gangoroo to this day. But the woke and democrats live in the best possible circumstances and are still not happy, expecting somebody else to deliver them a solution, they are unwilling to find for their problems at hand! The catch phrase is “But we can do better!” I would believe it, if I would see any of them do something, instead of quipping such slogans and moving goalposts along. Why should I believe people, who chant: “Build back better!” and “Unburdened of what has been!” If you feel so ashamed of the past, how can you be trusted, you even have a self and values to live by. People disavow so hard, I'm starting to believe, maybe their grandmothers and -fathers where into Jim Crow and tossed niggers under the bus while walking with the Ku Klux Klan. Why else would you deny so hard, that you are somewhere else, than in the American Dream. Jesus also condemned those, who disavowed of having something to do with those prophets who got martyred, trying to beautify their tombs. Mat 23:31 And even if a Trans comes and lives according to Mat 5-7 and drops 40 years of service to the Community, Jesus will bless and exalt this, as long they don't go desecrating the church, as happened in Vatican. For formerly such people there not of the Abrahamic faith, just as the first uncircumcised Christians could not enter the Jewish Temple, or as Jesus told about the wineskins Luke 5:36-39. Thus then the LGBT community chooses to adhere the teachings of Lord Jesus Christ without being offended, it shall be rendered unto them, as it is also said: Mat 11:12 “And from the Days of John the Baptist, until now, the Kingdom of Heaven suffers violence, and the violent take it by force!” also the Gibeonites in Jos 9 who deceived Israel, to be spared of death. As long your fruit is good and in accordance to the Lord and His deeds and teachings. But those who are offended, acclaiming to be with Christ, are filthy liars! And you shall suffer friendly fire from both sides. Some of the LGBT will cast you down and haul you to the judge as the Martyrs of old Luke 21:12 as will some of the Christians walking in lock-step for wanting to Love Christ as Yourself. Just as the woke and Christian zealots and Karens are of like mind then hating on video-games. But those, who prevail and say no to drugs and hormones, to shadow-work their iniquities and shortcomings in discovering their gender dysphoria and puberty, how to find their True Self and not brainwashed peer pressure. Those shall eat Supper with Christ and get a New Name only You and God shall know. Rev 2:17 Take care, Godspeed, Halleluyah, Deus Vult!

Popular-Unpopular

 

Tom MacDonald – Unpopular for a Reason

Tom MacDonald – Shield of America (Official Music Video)

NF - Behind my eyes

NF - Fight for Us

I

Behold, who you rebel for your States;

then Press is Oprah and Savage O'.

nobody snuff a prayer, contemplates;

rage and virtue signalling the slight.

Rhinos or Leftovers, then finding Elmo –

more important to Tsundere-Moe,

than to be the Champion of the berates.

II

Unpopular opinion, while the people divided;

News all fake and the doctors on business.

Snake oil sold on every venue, unbridled;

don't seek the opinion controlled and riddled

by bread and circus, zombies of Rudolf Hess!

Be the snake in the grass, squirrel nutty to bless

the branches, then the root rotten and stump Biden.

III

Then MLK turning in his grave, for Obama was POTUS –

people had drones not American Dreams for opponents.

Government private, lobbied to Pocahontas hoaxRus;

you cant fart nor shit, unless daddy gave you a Trust!

Be strong for your people, who you bust rhymes, gents;

for you're the last Bastion, Happy Thought – never relent!

The silent footsteps of the shadow of the Lord ordeal thus.

IV

Your wormwood and vinegar shall be turned to honeycombs;

then establishment sneers, Japha your creed!

No Goa'uld, Ori, Wraith shall prevail, entomb;

Popular-Unpopular, El Shaddai be your breadcrumb!

Take heed, strength and virtue, like the Ravens breed;

yours to nurture Eliyah in the cave, peck the eyes of Ree.

Don't give up in despair, then the juggernaut comes...

IV

Bury your feet in the ground, stand up, then women torn;

He made She, Man Mxn – transition the lies Mayhem.

Fight the drugs and Hormones, give true providence not horns;

struggles blind, souls despair, but the Warrior prevails corn.

Then Holios want to ass-holy and streets reeking of bedlam –

be the voice of reason, as the Jesters snort: “Treason, Spam!”

Imprison the young foxes, resign the old, as the World seems worn.

V

Ruined the Bastille, climbed all fences, high hills Shibboleth;

take courage, for you don't fight alone – behind your cries,

nice tries, tears and failures, as the enemies only Crystal Meth –

don't fallout, postal the boyscout, who cares to counter MacBeth!

Smokes and mirrors, the broken reflections, don't run lullabies;

respect your duty, take up the fallen banner, hold the line from Bias,

For God can make you Fishers of Heaven and Reapers of Meh.

Spectral Saint

 

layboi Carti Style – Rage Trap Blues Project

Tom MacDonald - SPEAK UP (Official Music Video)

SABATON - Yamato (Official Music Video)

I

Behold your walk and respect your stature;

roam your streets free, ask for no pardon.

Ye Spectral Saints, born to redeem pastures;

give respect to the harlots, preach pure.

Lest a gun shop sides liquor stores garden –

blink twice to the mortar, hung to the Warden!

Adrenaline distorted, ricochet passing the knife cure.

II

Make your songs reach soul, highlight your fervour;

Thugs for Life, studied at Hard Knocks, under Neon-Lights.

Chrome on the boulevard, tux on the shoulders sour;

know yourself, don't sell short to be some elves flour!

Then Fairies and Orks roam throwing tangent, blight;

you bust your bars and make the difference, black Knight!

Ignite the Chaos, dance through the Halos, divine parcour!!

III

Coeur du Leon, Soeur du Chien – glasscannons trying to footstep;

don't pardon their french kisses, but Harlem the brothels.

Make your path straight, your gaze upright, even as Trans hip –

say No to drugs and hormones, choose Life in Christ, trip!

The Brave and Bold need no peer pressure to ensure brother;

to make sister know pleasure more than pain, gather.

Put rings on your special, keep your vows, lock your lips!

On guided prayer and meditation

 

I

Why do people guide themselves astray;

let others do their thinking and journey?

Do you let others spend your money, cast ashtrays;

paint pictures in your name and asinine plain!

Guided meditation, like marriage, burning

of a foreign flame, you haven't harboured, yearning!

What dost the other cup, know you drink, pray?

II

Lazy people spin the prayer-wheels and throw money;

then complain, why dost God give their worthy donation.

Would you give your daughter to the Man, tomfooling –

who like Cormag, can't hold his station, lectures others monkey?

Don't expect deep thought on shallow compromise patience;

when you scroll your Iphone, think the next fuck to accomplice!

How can one seek, what he dost want to follow, like Lion and Honey!!

III

People guide themselves to look better, to be Somebody;

nobody seeks to be Themselves! Ask, how does the teaching

lead to You, not how do people see You as Diego Godin;

play your own Life as an instrument, don't download encoding,

what dost suit your needs. Simplicity like I-Ching,

the binary, what shall redeem the rampart saproling,

who wishes to be Schwartzwald Forest and not its own modding!

On overthinking

 

SHINRIN-YOKU - Japanese Samurai Ambience

I

You're overthinking, because you're not sure;

of Yourself, Your Deeds, Your Journey.

By saying yet another word, expression slur;

playing cards, raising buttons, mouth full of fur!

Glorious anthems are not born through attorney's;

zealots; preachers and deacons, but through learning

in pain and steadfast. Then you stand your ground firm!

II

Don't think nor worry, what the future holds dear;

find shelter in discipline and you shall not want.

Ego thinks, the Emu pecks a bogie, pear fears;

while it falls to the pond, doing plump sounds, snares.

Those, who have trained their mind, shant –

the fog of war step aside, the enemy falter, faint.

A Warrior gazes like a demon, Red Oni in gears!

III

Don't close your eyes, while the flutes and koto play;

then the geisha are dancing and people cheer.

Talk is cheep, praise worthless, offered to sculpt clay –

know yourself, and keep the katana ready, pray!

Whether you come or go, a disciplined mind dost heel;

your motion changes the Seasons and makes deer

jump, the dragon dance the sky, Kitsune-Hime drop the veil!

Pühendus

 

I

Armasta oma Jumalat ja vihka oma Hinge;

viska end kõrbe ja sirtsu sohu!

Käsi su vastu, kui Išmail – Tengel;

Tule linna kui Nimrod, kringel!

Kui soovid joosta Baasani Härgade lahus

ja noorte täkkude hulgas, mõista kõik rohud.

Rahu vältigu sinu radu – Tormi Ingel!

II

Möiraku su vastu pärisosa ja Ema Süda;

öelgu su Isa sust lahti ja vanemad väravas!

Kes Jumalat tahab järgida, kui Eelija

koopas, Eliisa ohverdab härgi – ära armu looda!

Sinu päralt on Jumala liisk, sa ohvritarvas –

et kuradiga tantsida ja paharettidega vaevas.

Sünnita nagu mees ja valitse nagu naine oda...

III

Kes tahab saada Pühakuks, astu ette;

ärgu olgu sul naist, põldu, härga ehk koda.

Miks peaksid need su süda hoidma ja kätte

tasuma, kui abielurikkujale, et sa mõtled

Jumalas kaval olla ja mitte pada!

Liig paljud tulevad Koljatiks, olematta Udar.

Kas ma räägin Eestlase, Venelase, Saksaga – Tätte?

Mõtisklusi

 

Stoicism and Zen

1.

Palveta puhu;

palveveskid Saadanast.

Mees saab lohakaks.

Prayer with random;

milling your fervour devils work.

Man becomes Sloth.

2.

Nuga kõrile;

Jumalas Sõnu blatnoile,

tunnista kahju.

Put knife to throat;

In God swear toward Blatnoj

admit your defeat.

3.

Kirgasta ennast;

Nimrod Jumala Palges.

Et Tema saaks Au!

Exat Thyself Man;

Nimrod facing Allmighty.

To Bring Honour, God!

4.

Pea lõhub süda –

ammub ta neeru vastu.

Tahab Teeraviks.

Head hurting the heart;

bull moos against the kidneys.

Wanton Teraphim.

5.

Hing vallas-lita;

puhu jooksis Kadri-Mart.

Ei Saanud aru.

Soul Provision-Bitch;

suddenly ran Cathar-Mark.

Could not wrap mindless.

6.

Transnister Laeva;

Lennuk keset Lasnamäed.

Põgenik Tõrva.

Transnistring to ship;

plane amidst Lasnamäe.

Fugitive Tõrva.