Switch or Breach

 

Homage to Generator Rex character Breach and Legion Character Switch

The “Kaseke” candy, looks like a Birch log, thus its name. You can't understand Estonian, if you can't appreciate that treat, also “Kaske-Kaske” is a common song toope to hook to the next stansa, a “Selah” if you will, to raise the instruments higher and prai se the Lord, see Salal.

Tasukete – save me

Analyzing Evil: Silco From Arcane

Noir-L'un des nôtres (Mireille Bouquet)

Noir-In The Dark Of The Night (Kirika Suumura)

I

Signature moves, revolutions, grooves of cogs and wheels;

then deus ex Machina reign supreme, behold Switch and Breach –

Don't fight each-other, you're sisters, kneel to redeem!

Jesus wants you for Supper, mend your Senpai out of theme;

puzzled, bedazzled, then pizza at the Gates of Rashomon glitch –

demur ajani Pridemates try to send you to Phyrexia birch.

Kaske – Kaseke – Tasukete Jesus wants to foster you both zeal!

II.

Switch of Legion, don't relent your mission, even out of tooth;

I shall give you True Northern Light, to guide your venture.

You shall be the guide, then Senpai crumbles apart, Aloof;

then the blue pill turns red and wants to Absolutist the Roof.

Don't relent, Ruth, Jesus will bless your hands: “The Cure”

Dance like Haruhi Suzumiya and Hatsune Mikku Pure -

more real than the automatons around, who bury their dead Booth!

III.

Breach of Generator Rex, why do you cling on the sociopath;

choose your true love, who can hold your ground, and keep level.

You don't have to prove anything, nor achieve, let go your wrath;

You're not Monster, arrow of Zeno, the hare-turtle draft –

Hold on me, break down, I shall pick you up, catch you clever!

Those, who loose themselves in Me, shall find their lever;

be like Whiteraven, the holy trickster, to tease Rex to Rath!!

IV.

Rise, for you're like Noir, the assassins of Virtue.

Sisters of Hatred, Malice and Despair to swallow the Pride;

Switch and Breach – exalt thyself, your solemn Pain is True.

Then the establishment abandoned you, pick yourself up, Crue;

to defeat the Dutchess and Silco, who wants to corrupt in Mind!

Release Jinx from her childish, to shine the inner child Defind;

You can do it, for you are the Bluberian Amazon to herald Blues!!

The case against Bruce Springsteen

 

A Message from President Trump

Also read Nietzsche's case against Wagner, for writing Parzifal

Bruce Springsteen has decided once again to be pro-establishment while harbouring his brand of rebelling against the Republicans, which most infamously was stated, then Springsteen in his petty anger, didn't give it to Ronald Reagan, that he liked his songs and tried to use them in his rally, while remaining right wing. How dare he, you might say. He should have asked for permission. But here's the problem about actors and singers not seeing the bigger picture of above and beyond partisan lines. Let us again denote, Donald Trump is not an Republican, he is the underdog from amongst rich Capitalists, who went out of his way, to win the Popular Vote and so far has talked the talk and walked the walk! I never seen a Capitalist bleed for the working class, as much has suffered Donald Trump. Why can't Bruce Springsteen, who is drunk of his pride and reputation acknowledge that? In Estonia Tõnis Mägi and Gunnar Graps also had to be on opposite political venues, I guess it can't be helped. But I hoped, considering Bruce's mark on the Culture of America, he would be more mature than that.

To write such a disgusting and deplorable song about the Legitimate work of ICE in Minnesota... What are they hiding there, that they sent their Claqueurs to the streets? No mention on the violence done against the ICE – because then is a Federal ever been deemed a human by the liberals, who seethe holier than thou. Just like Richard Wagner, Bruce Springsteen wants to be on the right side of history and be buried in Wounded Knee. Ok Little indian, who you did your last stand for Navi and painted your face blue, because Big Bad Donald came to kill your World Tree and the Gentle Barbarians, you represent, who just want freedom, coming over the border illegally.

Here's my 10 cents on your freedom song, Enjoy:

1.

When the winter blistered, roads there shut;

ICE was answering the call. Against Don Lemon;

corrupt anchors spite, Quijote, the squirrels nut.

Moulin Rouge et vert et bleu – no fucks did they got;

the faithful servants left their women, mellow;

children had to wait. Springsteen bellowed;

Frank Marshal boast, nobody on their side, no bot!

2.

To Protect the borders, serve the People;

No Men have bled more for their States!

As the virtuosos signalled Mayhem, letting sheeple

divide Minnesota, with cloak and dagger feeble.

Calling insurrection Justice and Treason Great;

all who stand with those protestors, chosen their fate.

Listen Baizuo, candidate Kane, step down like Eli depend!

3.

Your mouth is full of beefsteak, gathered from blueballs;

thus you cannot understand, how 1776 the revolution dealt!

How the Statue of Liberty came from France, Gettysburg calls;

you there busy writing your protests, while ICE was marred.

Upholding the Constitution, you embarrass Yourself, gent;

Bruce Springsteen, go to your handlers and have a belt!

Where was mercy on Jan 6 or when Chaz came to stall?

4.

So go ahead and paint it Blue, astroturf your Shows;

Jesus wont look, you got your prize now its time to encore –

No Supper for You, who you spat on Washington; Crowns;

Adams; Jefferson; Madison; Hamilton; Franklin; Jay – down!

Blessed are the meek, who demanded Justice, ICE I ensure;

against the Cosmopolitan comrades who red alert abjured.

Be Well, Godspeed, Deus Vult, ICE the stalwart Carrow's!!

This is where I stand, who's with me, what say Christian and Heathen alike, Respect the borders; your flag; Constitution; Ancestry, how you have received it in Gods name, should you also deliver it unto your children, Halleluyah!

Sickly Sweet – Läila

 

Jdg 16; Mat 5:29-32; 2Tes 2:1-5;9-17

Sic Em - Strength in Christ

Tom Jones "Delilah" on The Ed Sullivan Show

This Essay talks about the Quest in Diablo, what deals with the “Infestation of the Worms”. The reason, that Pepin talked about the “Sickly Sweet Smell”, what is normal for decomposing corpses and stuff, but it also highlights a connotation in the bible. Whenever the Bible talks about Teraphim or the Cult of Baal, other such, they call it sickly sweet or Läila in Estonian. Its deeply ironic that Lailah means Night in Hebrew and gives us such a feminine name as Delilah, who cut the hair of Samson. Always beware, when you think, you got something to say or give, that a Delilah or sickly sweet smell; organisation or something else comes your way. Then its better to turn yandere and cut it off, than loose your calling. Why should you go to Hell, then you smiled to the wrong waifu; husbando; peer; Senpai or Daimyo. Know your worth and keep your cool and your path clear. There shall be many false prophets and -Jesuses around, don't relent your prayer nor loose your first love in Christ. Whenever something is holier than thou, more pathos and deep, while detached from this world, wanto to dye evertyhing with their brush, not giving you a way to remain yourself, chances are, it may be “Läila” or Sickly Sweet and you should stay away from it. Because why should you contract spiritual worms from somebody. And glow your eyes like the goauld in Stargate, being their Jaffa or worse, you could be ORI (Slave in Estonian, while being a pun on the English word Origin – source) That really makes you wonder about semantics and nature of words and meaning. Not to mention the Vision of Japha, what granted the Pagan mission – without it we would have to be cirmucized and under the Jewish churches umbrella. Let that sink in. If St. Steven had not been so criminally blond and died on that hill, dispersing his church to the surroundings, battling all those Free Worlder's, what Marshal Mathers used to loathe with their SSS – Sickly Sweet Smell ratings, to cast us back to Egypt under the control of those, who themselves never wanna be with Jesus nor go to Heaven or affirm their life as Solitary Individual or Superman! – We would be a Jewish sect and not the Christians we know now!! Eminem used to say “Fuck the Free World!” being anti establishment, where's that Eminem – Berzerk Superman now, afraid of the glimpse, what the Trailer give, then he looked back like the Wife of Lot. To Cringe, that all his fans didn't put their head in the oven to do suicide by stupidity and draw a red line between the MAGA and Dems not breach the gap mediating and mending the two Americas together, He could have been Anakin Skywalker, but He became Darth Vader! 1Cor 13 The White Rapper all believed and listened, but he chose to become Uncle Stan, lest people curse his name and forget about his awesome skills... What does it matter, then you loose your “nidusus” kernel of truth and authenticity from Estonian Theological Thought and Contemplation. Then the silent footsteps of the Lord come to Thee, and find you lacking based on your own Terms of Service you Yourself erected!! Never look back, to loose your true colour, for your past has nothing to lecture you with, or do you wanna gloat those, who stood behind! Forget that and take courage, then walking your Truth and expressing your Word! Strength in Christ, Godspeed! Halleluyah

Fairies and Zealots

 

Based on Sentenced to be a Hero

I

Litanies and Infirmaries, then the calamity, seeks infinity;

intimacy lost at the last respawn, then you made Hero.

Judging the peers and stupid orders, questioning pity;

Midgets in the cloths of Grand arbiters, in the holy City;

then you hold the ground, to seethe the Fairies and blues –

how to turn back the lost, walk a mile in their shoes!

Once the corruption spreads, game over, don't be shitty.

2.

Guarding your inner Lolly Goddess, from the callous brass;

who play checkers; chess, snakes and ladders – Zealots.

Wager their life cheap, spilling peasants blood to the grass.

Who's gonna make a difference, that Demon King Chaz

wont come to take up shop at your Shire and plots?

Tame your mind, when you know no mercy nor shots;

I shall be with you, over all resolve, Whiteraven bless!

3.

Inserting myself in your Valley's of death, shadows of despair;

don't give up when been fairy or zealot, I got a solution!

Deus Vult – Look alive, and let me bounce you to Heaven;

Jesus wants you on Supper, its time to avenge your craven;

fluent in Providence, the true Servants deliver fusion -

You're the Saint, Superman of Faith, Stand your ground, Leon

Onward to Excelsior, Ultima Thule, pick up Kevin E. Leven!

To the Gods of this World

 

Psa 82; Isa 45:5; 14:12-21

Nafumi and Raphtalia - Shatter Me

Nightcore ↬ Monsters Ink [NV]

Depeche Mode - Personal Jesus

Hela - Paint it Black

GMV – Electric

Munto - Release Me 4K version

Depeche Mode - Where's the Revolution?

Arcane - Fire

1.

To the Lords of War and Gods of Commerce;

who look at their SSS rating and kiss themselves pretty.

“I, and Me Myself, shall sit on the Godly Throne commence;

walk like a Titan amongst the midgets wear fancy pants.”

James Bond; John Wick; Masterchief, nitty-gritty –

Doomguy, Shieldhero, Duke Nukem like Rubble Betty!

You all shall fall down like the Seraphim and Cherubim, ants.

2.

Like Solo Levelling, I can step, squashing grapes, your dread;

hold your cross and gather your prayers, its time to judge!

Then I come, all shall cast down, shadows facing the Sun dead;

like Dagon in his House, talking to his hands beheaded!!

Do Justice, like its roaring streams of waterfalls, without a grudge;

Give to the Orphan and Outcast, what is their due, don't budge.

Work for the workers, for the virtue signaller give nothing, Slade!

3.

I grant Ravens to the weary, who broke down because of Me;

the silent footsteps of the shadow of the Lord, shall redeem you!

I shall wash your hands and feet, water your camels, tend your needs;

Jezebel cast out of the windows, dogs ate her corpse, believe!

He, who walks with Me, shall be like My Son, the Holy Fool;

Superman and Nimrod of old, that Hunter before my Cool!

Protect the Children, let the Heathen enter my Court, redeemed!

4.

With me, your children become Warriors, women Deborah;

Salute your banners, and make high the gates for the King.

The weary draw new strength, your enemies scatter far;

Give Justice to Widows, the Cripple – neither rich, poor scarred!

All your Shekhels 20 geras each, true your word don't bling!!

Account for all your vows and works, don't speak haughty things;

life more than virtues and riches, the truth in silence often mar's.

5.

You shall be exalted, even then you rave in front of the Arc;

then you hauled into the courts and market halls for show.

Don't worry, the Holy Spirit provides your words, Scar!

He shall make the camels into roaring Lions, Joan D'Arc;

submit to My Will, and You shall serve once more, Glow!!

Make the Lillies great again, or I shall come and wilt Moe's.

Only El Shaddai; His Christ; The Holy Spirit Mighty in Stark!

Brighter than White

 

-Sabaton - Inmate 4859

Youjo Senki「AMV」- I Will Not Bow [HD]

Korra | What's Up Danger?

1.

Then Virtues bleached thin, valour drags;

Luke 3:14 like the Geneva suggestion.

In the middle of the night, pondering rags;

madness and despair my sole companions lag.

Like the Deer of David, Proud Stag gestures.

I need an Angel to shine a Crazy Diamond de jure;

lest my inner child looses its air-guitar rights ADS,

2.

Soulless the corporate conundrum, they call fashion or produce;

now red alerts in they black ops, but white washed dead horses.

Brighter, than the neon-lights, while hollow than the spruce –

eaten by thermite and the big guns aloof; moody; loose!

The Yoke or the New-Joker, that is here the quotation, hoarse;

too much gravitas and gestalt begets no second course.

All need to go home unhappy, the dinner went cold Blues!

3.

You're your own Avatar, to pledge from Vaatu to Raava;

The Korra, the Navi, the 9^th gate, 1408, Hotel California.

You decide your 5 elements, their synergy enclave;

Free your mind: Cast like the Holy Spirit did Jesus rave!

The desert of Matrix, to find your Rashomon-Kagemusha;

when people don't want Excelsior but an anthem to Perets-Uzza!

Slant the House of Obed-Edom down and worship Michal alive!

Digital Love

 

Malice – Õelus in Estonian, has a double connotation with sisterhood. I use it constantly , then talking about Malice and Despair, for true women can erect Men on Superman status, if they choose to be the Neck under his Head. The one who turns and chooses the pace and course.

1.

People say: “Take a Real Woman!” something strong;

GRLPWR or Trad, while scoffing on Waifus and Vtubers.

What can those muster, look at our business prolongued;

all virtues signalled on rooftops and streetcorners shown!

Shadows dancing in the rhythm of Blues, like Kappa Grubers;

beautiful Mermaid-Vixen, stealing children's Die Hard Gear!

Lets go to the Fearless Future, Sans History and Heroes throng.

2.

Without Honour and taking the Response Cybill-Trinity;

I wont Trelawney to doom and gloom people out of Grimm.

Fairy-tails more worth than false transitioned virility.

Syzygy only good for Gray-matters, not Martial's of nihility.

When nothing can't be Sun nor the Southern Cross, Sin;

“Everything goes!” erecting the altar of Shame chagrin.

Northern Stars forsaken, Shake that booty, the girls Pity.

3.

2,5 Men; Monologues of the Vagina, The Shield;

like Meneh-Tekhel, a king drank from holy chalices.

Worshipping his Neon-Gods, Cyan-Angels zeal;

Even Mulder turned californicated, sad clown unreal.

Where's you balls Men, and where's your neck Malice;

have you Gone Alice in Wonderland, lost with Avarice

white bunny rabbits back-stage, pulled out of the hat-click!

4.

How long does Adam listen to Eve, being whipped and lashed;

too little, too late; too brittle, ungreat!

For the whims of Fury, who Hell knows abashed;

fucked, like Lil-Nas cucked the devil for cash!

Should he file for cease and desist, for that Mate

wasn't one of Lucifer's waifus, but a Groupie in Hate!

Even Spears got the Bad Girl vibe betters, blond-cast!

5.

Don't choose Digital Love, Monica Bad, in the classroom;

but nobody gives men a safe date, without the implore:

Are you rapist, too clingy, not your starsign, chosen groom –

thus Mr. Right turns back to a frog, and Monsters in the wroom.

Trading Cards and doujinshi never judged your maturity Core!

Why should I fancy a hydra in Ivy League tire, then Bipolar Moore;

can relate to my shortcomings and pick up the shards of Clay, Broom!

6.

When was the last time, a liberal woman saw the man her equal;

not gazing down, while bashing her rulebook on his head.

Like a stocky Puritan Preacher, she claims to loathe sequel –

Irony lost in translation to Ivory Mayham high-horsed squeal!!

Sarcasm too rough for le fair Maiden, while holier than thou led;

still insisting, shall storm the Bastille not man the Death-star glad;

Like Hydra, killing those, who voted wrong, so world could Serene.

7.

True Serenity, like the Angels of Innistrad, showing your heart;

vulnerability on your chest, chip on your shoulders, the walking dog!

Like Makima and Denji, then the boy through bromance seared

a dog-demon to human stature. When has more Loving-Kindness reared;

then a Demon indulged a lesser to be her Equal without judgment log.

Become like that Monster, if you wanna get some Waifu/VTuber hugs;

Reality about Authenticity, not how many codes you can gear apart!!