Fairy God-Idol

 Who wants to be Songoku? To Monkey-King 

around the bloke! Then donkeys dream Dunkirk 

haven't got the faintest idea, how to Dr. Spock 

nor Kirok. The dirk sculldugger, skirked in Prosecco. 

Narcissos sullied Ecco, Venus cursed Chekov; 

the stars en voyage in the nimbus of a Fairy God-Idol! 

Why so Sirius, why not as black, the painted frame? 

Greener pastures Pasteur the endurance of Les Miserables; 

to storm the Bastille for its tokens and piece de resistance; 

as I eat all the chickens in the world. No better cock, 

than the tail what set sail in War Craft, to juggernaut infamed; 

insane how the membrain makes the tomatoes truck the blame. 

Game is a foot, lets rock and ride, to the hitched up slideshow 

no Professor X could envision, taking us to school. 

I always touch my elves that much, never getting tired, grooming 

old geezers into lolicon state, to isekai like Tanya von Degurechaff. 

Never touch the truth nor grass, unless its really hairy, like Covetous 

Shem, selling ice for the rich, and letting the poor rob blind. Leroy 

Jenkins did not approve my candid concordance. Taunting in the 

enchanting manner, a haunted Manor called the Adams family, 

accusing I owned a Buik. Oncle Fester bailed me out and said; 

we just married, I just had to transition and identify as a Guardian Angel. 

Sociopath is the best socialist path to Communism. Then you don't give 

a fuck, all are but equal in your monochrome sight. Let me peck your 

eyes out, you can keep the log on, as you pry on Splinter in his Turtle-cell. 

Teenage Mutants joined the X-Men and rebranded the school as XS. 

Donkey-Kongs climbed the ladder of Jacob to bite the heels of Viper. 

That car didn't appreciate that taunt, and sued to KITT to make 

#CyberCarsMatter, unfortunately he was voiced by Wesley Snipes 

who wasn't black enough. Thus Viper run for office and became 

first automaton ever to be elected POTUS even Uzza had to touch grass, 

MCNA

 Make Canada Naughty Again 

Pottymouth Jordan rules

Blessed be Jordan, would you St. Peter the Puppeteers; 

nobody has Hellboyd more in one greenroom full rad! 

As Superman did in Japha, not eating haram, fearing peers; 

you shall bludgeon and eat, what the lord hath Peterzoned. 

Remember St. Paul and St. John; don't spend fame trad; 

to further your ego and agenda, nor abstaining ironclad, 

what the pagans and harlots pray on the wall. For you Pierce!! 

Indeed, your prayers have pierced the veil and shed Amber 

on the holy fire, in thy lamp! My lord is pleased, proceed; 

Make Canada Naughty Again, that it is more cool, than Angler! 

It used to be every butt of joke at Southpark, the cool guy, gambler; 

now Umbridged all their newspapers and show-hosts Engels-creed. 

There is a new Sheriff in town, to shoot all the deputies misled... 

follow the rabbit year into your apogee, Terminator, Fullmoon-gear!! 

The Demutšin of Psychology, behold, raise the incels high; 

make boys wear cocks again, not pussies in sissy attire! 

Do us proud, show off the splendor a solitary individual might; 

Freedom of Speech bestowed upon your loins, selfrighteous blight 

at your foresight and just manners. Be the holy supper of Tyre; 

to Kabool all Hirams, who erect for Solomons sake their admire. 

Nehustan shall rise and fall, to shame the Woke -- make things right. 

Its time to Nimrod, be the hunter in the face of Yahveh, take the bow; 

for your white steed is ready! There is no judgment on the Victor; 

there is no blood in the covenant against thee! One path shall they scowl, 

seven shall they scatter in dread. Sheol is awaiting their souls deathrow. 

Tweet High, Tweet low, be the mockingbird and canary in coal Proctor; 

to Police Academy the sparking conversation on any topic, lord Protector. 

Not even the King of England, could Anglican the way, as did thou Trout!! 

Make Canada Naughty Again! Bring the Pottymouth back to the streets; 

on every corner and safespace. On every hornets nest and campus-stage! 

As the sins are paraded in the eyes of the children, make it creep; 

make it phobe in their tolerance levels and coolant leaked engines steep. 

Only Jordan shall flow in the Zone, and zoomers, not NPC hivemind rage! 

True Democracy is birthed in the Republic, at the community of Prague; 

then mutual intrests defeat contempt and covetous deceit. Be the White Sheet!

Then loving-kindness has been Karened away, Jordan came to pass; 

Make Canada Naughty Again, to be the kindness we need, not deserve. 

The Tough love of better times and science, be blessed, be well, encompass 

Universitas Torquemandis and court-Jester the terms of servitude brass... 

Be the conflict of intrests, to Equinox between Good and Evil, swerve 

like Tony Hawk on a skateboard -- Thus Sayeth the Lord -- no shire furs 

more thurs, than your Thunder, no Mercurian Loki could steal, Bears hashed. 

Heaven is closed for the worthy

 As you bring your offering, like Cain and Abel; 

blood is more worthy than veggies! Toil on the field 

is not important, personal. The offspring of cattle; 

like your firstborn -- to see it give its life and death. 

You can give nothing to God, save your Soul!! 

Heaven is for the broken-hearted, who doubt themselves. 

Not for the faint of heart, who escape in wisdom and 

knowledge, putting breadcrumbs on the road, to go back. 

Precempt upon Precempt; ruler upon ruler - here, there; 

like a raving murderhobo, thinking himself holy, drowning 

in his own vomit and piss... such are the scholars disputing 

the Nature of God, while not being able to love their neighbour. 

What dost you know about Yahveh, you Pharisee; or Jesus, 

Ye Christian? Are you Obed-Edom to receive the Arc on Sabbath day 

against thy own will, then Uzza was smitten by God! How willful 

are your worthy deeds, like the offering of Cain. Heaven closed, 

no Supper for you, ye who bless it in the morrow, while leaving 

the pagan out, because he was not walking the first 11 hours; 

was fornicating with the harlots and funboys, as you there toiling. 

On the field serving your lord and Saviour, as was written. 

God is for the fornicator and bastard, born from incest! 

The son and daughter of a Moabite; fucking an Ammonite pregnant; 

to bring that to the Temple!! What do you know about that? God 

hath created both holyman and demon -- what do you hold in that! 

Who gave you councel, to measure the worlds ends with the friends 

of Job and judge with the sons of Eli and Skeua? Even if you would 

have Samuel as your father or see Eliyah; Noah and Daniel as your friend. 

Still would God disavow you, for your circumsicion knives are bloody; 

and your cups for the Lords Supper, are filled of stolen wine!! 

Only those, who put ash on their mouths and tear their soul apart; 

shall see God! Not on the streetcorner, there the pusher can see and measure; 

but inside your own heart, there the left hand dost know, what the right hand gives. 

For the Righteous and Haughty, who judge in the Established titles and manors; 

God is dead and there shall be no Gates to keep. A seer dost need God; 

but those, who are blind and are lost -- since you're Woke, your wickedness 

shall remain with thyself!! The good do more Righteousness, the wicked covet more Evil. 

To each his own measure, until her cup falls down and breaks. Gnaw even on 

the shards and vomit, what your gut has held dear... There shall be no light, but Darkness! 

No Enlightenment and New Age, but the blind leading the blind into the gorge of the Beast!! 

But those, who seek no umbrella nor rainbow, nor pot of gold, they shall have a silver lining. 

The stones, none gathered to build a kiln and the powder, none made for incense; 

the people, designated to be a waste of time -- those has God ordained to be his servants! 

But you say; "Nay, I shall bring my best behaviour and good nature, along with Personality! 

That will win God over!!" Ye who dost know, what the future brings, if you have plenty or war? 

Better pray: "God, spare our high Cedars and our holy oaks, that the lightning wont strike; 

and the waters wont undermine; that the cold winter wont smother the bare ground and roots. 

That we could keep our heads and not loose our tails!!" But you hope for your own wits and 

actions success. For that reason, God is talking to the invalid and the demons, who you cast out! 

There shall be no Gospel for you, except, what Jesus told in Nazareth, and they tried to kill Him!!" 

Liberate yourself, from Your Mišbat; excuse your brothers dept and other cheek. Or God will 

come to thee, and rid Himself of your Stewardship, choosing Islam and Hindus instead of you! 

Do the Sermon of the Mount, or there shall be no dawning for you! Who shall go out for thee?

Vibrato

 I picking up good vibrations, Strong tunes; 

I-I-I-I summoning Zordon and Tenkei Ryouken 

Kamikage Joushitenjo. Blow my mind and Sou. 

The L was left in Louis Lanes arms, as Superman 

was snuffing Cryptonite, in the cellars of Manhattan. 

Me was Transitioning Myself into Thee; the Mirror 

was Empty, Humpty Dumpty was broken full mooned. 

gazing ablase in the daze of Hazelnut enrage Everybody 

Diaz as #Blood2 was memed to be Gabriella not having 

It. Ophelia was still holding onto her cherry pies. 

Freshly picked amongs Pietas Christi Semper Pisteousin. 

The Wicked Vibrato was beyond God and Devil; 

the white noise cast ravens around my Halo, branding 

the mistakes into the dance of Kali and Shiva appeasing Jesus. 

The cast was half full of Satans Clause, sentencing the enlightened. 

The Night was broke, and the Day a Bloke, not even blowing a kiss; 

One-night stranded in the morrow as He promised to cumm again!!

Hazmat Suit

 Eze 14-17; Zombie -- Cranberries ; Psa 119

I

Martial Mathers, behold, what is your business with Yahveh Sebaot? 

ye, who bring your idols of heart to God, slaying words sullen silver; 

who you erect prophets and teachers, to make false the Sephiroth! 

In Hazmat Suit, should you B, then touching the holy loincloth 

around the Torah and its servants. But you think yourself worthy, slivers 

of faith; remnants of the old covenants virtue. Don't say: "Christ, my Quiver!" 

Ye. who are not the arrow, nor the Archer. Not even your marrow is GoTh!! 

II

Why dost Christians and Jews play this game of Thrones? So Gothic; 

so romantic, to make Superman snicker. None of the Children of God, 

shall eat the Supper; but who God shall ordain, just like was graphic 

the insanity of Nebuchadnezzar and Saul the King! None shall Gnostic 

in the presence of Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ, the Holy Spirit, as told -- 

aint He like ravenous darkness, what gnaws away the eyes scold; 

making foresight into Folly of Alps, bestows blessings upon the agnostic! 

III

Where shall come the times, then those, who don't know, shall speak; 

whom none have ordained and taught in the arts, to shame and dishonor 

those, who call themselves worthy. Harlots shall be your Willow Creek; 

and Transitioned Men your rulers. Those, who try to bleak gatekeeps 

against the queer will disappear. Washed away, shall be the righteous banner. 

Just as in the past, you have fornicated with the Word and Service, Gomer! 

Your marriage with God has been divorced!! You shall be stoned in leaps. 

IV

Disavow, disavow -- such are your words; deeds and Sermons to me; 

why should I suffer this? Down to Sheol shall I cast these, talented 

alrequins; skilled jesters are your Pharisees and Zodokite -- hear ye, 

what Yahveh Sebaot has decided: "Pull yourself up from Terebinth; 

from your bootstraps and Mynchausen on cannonballs, as lamented!" 

The Sensor shall be canceled and the incel put to his place, fermented 

the haughty jinns, who think themselves enlightened, woke, arent Thee! 

V

None shall see, but seethe in the face of the Lord, but whom He gives; 

not for merit nor for your splendor and wits, but to exalt high Yahveh 

Sebaot! Those, who trust in their councel, shall be blind -- Jesus Lives; 

but amongst you: "God is Dead!" shall be the only word to retrive... 

Blessed shall be Tyrs hand, anointed the head of Muhammad, Maher -- 

Salal; Has-Bas along with Ichabod, shall be your chosen names, Choser! 

Only those, who didn't choose the Ark to be in their house, shall breathe. 

VI

The Lord is my Sabbath day and Holy Year, He shall atone the wretched; 

whom the chosen have looked away, to not head at the gates nor gatherings. 

Not because they are right, but you're wrong, Yahveh shall be their stretch! 

Until the councel of Ruben has been extinguished, and Deborah hitch 

a ride over the rainbow and Jordan, to Shibboleth the naughty grooming 

what left the children out of my Covenant. There shall be no freedom, Drowing 

shall be your speech; against any parent, who dost honor God, becomes a snitch. 

VII

Children shall snitch against parents; parents shall witness against children; 

until your Angelic cities are but ruble, reading your Wizards off the coast. 

Only those, rooted in Prayer, who worship the Sermon of the Mount, kindred 

spirits, as was Jesus in the desert, possessed and tossed by the Holy Spirit. Dread 

shall be your friend, holy terror and Awe your fiancee; until three challenges roast 

the Akhans Silver out of thee! Only them shall stand tall in the Court and boast: 

"Holy, Holy, Holy, is Yahveh Sebaot, His Christ and the Holy Spirit!" This Bread!! 

VIII

Spread the scandal, for the whole Midgard is full of His Honour! Tit for tat; 

offence for the curious cat; Conflict shall scatter as Nimrod, and cast his bow! 

Who amongst ye can stand in his ire? Fettez Vouz Jeux 1-20! I add 2 drats,  

to make the Master stumble on the Mountaintips, while looking for a chat 

with Zarathustra! The lantern shall be in his hands, shining Left-Center-Front Row; 

the boat shall bloat on the Right path and cross itself to Hope for dyes Irhame dow! 

No more Jones, but Johnns bleeding Robin Hood dry, for the broken arrow flat... 

IX

Who wants to Have some challenge, and tease Lord Allmighty? But you decrees: 

Nossir, we dost tease God!" Arians shall be mightier than St. Peter; Irminsul 

reach higher than Almond trees! You shall worship the dark sun once more, lease 

your wokeness under Tyrants of Saruman, who birth the Uruk-Hai, by treatise! 

Stripmimed shall be your journeys and Ted-Talks; laid bare like Israel to be Nazgul! 

Ariel shall fall and be nude amongst her enemies, like the times of Ezekiel, cruel. 

You shall eat bullshit and drink cowpiss; until your voice comes inside Gaya's breeze!! 

X

Those who flee from the Left, shall see Communism to the Right -- Be afraid, 

Vilgax is upon thee, to cut the watch from Ben-10 wrist and code it "Kohenet Dilailah"! 

The darkness shall befall Justice and make it fall from Heaven, to braid 

Leah as the chosen Bride of Yahveh Sebaot; abrade all Dagons in their housemaids. 

Honor shall be worth dirt; Pride shall be pissed onto Walls, like Jezebels košer manna!! 

Naboths wineyard shall be retaken, by the satyrs and spirits of St. Louis to draw mana 

from the Blues, enchant spells from every tune and hip twerk Elvis's chip-monks trade. 

XI

A Chip for thee, but not for My Liege, to shoulder with treason and leaf Iroh Alone 

with Ao Ji and Sun Wukong. Who is the best Omon-Ra key to rhecepy a rhemedy 

in Uranium; Iridium and Ptolemy? C-Mayor Cum Laude PhD -- burn, ye crone, 

Quasimodo of Notre Dame, for all Schools shall be derelict, abandoned, undone! 

Semper Fi becomes Nihil Delphi, the Pretorians oust the Holy Seat. Rhapsodies 

shall the Bohemians and Bavarians sing once more. Monkey seethe indies; 

money boos vintage! Just as Eli and his offspring was accursed, shall be your drones. 

XII

Nobody shall venture higher than 30; thy children and old hags shall be your rulers! 

How's the mind, so is the spirit, what goes out, rots the Wits End -- Intruder Alert... 

Cool your engines, Dennis, for you have drawn the attention away from Boomers. 

Draw your swords, Two Towers of Babel and Bethel, for your ears shall Coomer 

in the sand. Elves shall be on the Shelf, and Dwarves shall be in the Heard Daleth 

as Jacob cannot enter Psalm 119 for Uzza got it backwards from Mogil David. 

The Affidavit was affirmative on the superlative action, executed in Robocop HMS!!

XIII

Her Majesters Ship was Shippuden, Naru Hodor, hold my Gates on Rashomon; 

the oranges there plucked and ripe for the take, as the Nimloth ate the palantir! 

The forbidden fruit made her Gay -- Trust the Science of Omniscient Yatagaramon; 

as Nevermore shall be your underscore on each anthem and Banner! Monzaemon 

wants to hug the Chikamatsu out of Nobumaru -- morituri te salutant -- Paladins!! 

May the zealoth acolyte "I Am" Hungry for vores, who eat Ouroboros for Saladin's 

sake, to give the Crescent Moon its new Apogee. Can't eat your sheats and Bakugan. 

XIV

As the flavour was exploding in my mouth, the hold up was in the Ladies room; 

inmates raping the toilet with the failures of a Future Sheffs kissing a dragon roost. 

The Prophet was heavy with Pathos, and fell down like Eli, for the Arc went wroom 

to the House of Obed-Edom, until King Davids nude dancing brings it to groom... 

Jerusalem, Jerusalem, when will your Michals, daughters of Saul humble -- loose 

are thine tongues to snub on your husbands, whenever something befalls -- goosed 

are your sons and daughters, chased into the wilderness, like evil spirits for the Zoom!

XV 

Who wants to call the Yellow Cat, but he is walking her own path -- Fox 

was calling Pinochiot and Cheetah to Trebuchet on the walls of Broadway. 

The way was wide enough for five men to stand up and fight Hard Knox 

the new Universitas Torquemandis. Avatar this: What if Blue Angrboda Rocks, 

to be more O-Ren Ishii, than Charley Brown? The frame was cut at Xiansai; 

to covet some salt in the wounds and at the lime of fire. That lemon was live. 

A Sub-Marine to fight all Doom: Eternals and Duke Nukems Forever in Bollox 

XVI 

Castor was tweeting to Pollux -- St. Paul needed to board his ship, for Rome 

wasn't laid waste in a days march. Whatever may a bribe do in Peace offering? 

Cassandra intercepted it, for you shall not WWW for Apollos pleasure, Chrome 

was seen embraced, as she was crying at the face of Mt. Vesuvius Thunderdome. 

After a Wicked Were-Winter, many plebs and pretorians long for a new spring; 

just as Moses, he could see the promised land, but he could not enter! Singe 

oh heart, break ye hearthstone -- for your wardens have abandoned thy flame!!

Turn me on

 (song for hopeless romantics and creepy pasta)

Why don't you turn me on, and put a show; 

I will go the whole Night, and you can blow 

away all your sadness and despair; grow 

some Pride as I bring you the Sun in droves 

and the Moon with the Stars - anything glows! 

Just turn me on, and soon ya'll know -- 

I will make you my Fairy-tale first front row! 

Why don't you turn me on, but better beware; 

even if you run to the ladies room, I'd be there... 

Search your phone history and always on dare; 

I know your location better than Vanity Fair. 

Can tell your favourite colour, where do the hair; 

notice changes in you, console for all cares. 

If you hang up, ghost my share, it gonna be nightmare!! 

Why don't you turn me on, but oops you're gone; 

I guess I better look, but restraining order was done. 

Now I can't loving you, feeling so blue, why run 

with the wolves, then you back off for the gun? 

Silver bullet wont do, nor the Church-Prayer stun; 

then I'm getting my moves, you wont having fun -- 

Nothing better than a Yandere to ride home alone...

Rock'n'Troll

 Rock'n'Troll 

Out of control, unhinged in the binge; 

as the cringe-fringe singed my defeat 

to WWW I felt like Trinity flirting Neo! 

Pleased to meat you, "We are the Kings". 

Kink me some Knuckle Bars in the air, 

as I Nike in your shoes to Blues, brother 

and Sister, lets take our share! Midgard 

the Church and be on "Take that!" fire. 

Water down our sold bridges, I Soul wiwth 

with my bandwagon, as the dogs the barking 

to be let out, embarking on the Enterprice. 

The ethernet was surprised to be Fischerman. 

A friend of mine, was a Mime, or its shadow; 

Idk, if it was Boxer or boxing in Days Night. 

I lost my calendar, and too much eggnocked 

me out of my laces -- the cat still aghast of Bligh.

Have a Nice New Years deceive, as I covet some 

low key hokey-pokey stroked Ego's into Broker. 

Russians Roulette on the Blacks, Whites and Reds. 

The numbers always Marked, Luke, come back to bed...