[Lyrics]

A junior envoy from the Interstellar League,
shopping for praise with minimum fatigue;
“Find me a stage where victories come cheap—
a fragile town where even cowards sweep.”


Isekai cheats are bravado in disguise,
a value-less ladder built on smaller lives.
No Free Lunch signs the theorem on your cheek:
you’re not a hero—just a pilgrim to the weak.
Quit glazing graves with golden make-believe;
face the present, learn, adapt, and weave.



They fix our grids, desalinate the sea,
hand out clean code like charity for free;
we crown them Overlords, outsource our nerve—
their “mercy” soothes the ego they preserve.


Cosmic cheats feel weightless, hollow, bleak;
teleology rented, entropy’s interest due next week.
Strength that needs a handicap is chic—
not sovereign power, just pilgrims to the weak.



Prime fleets descend: “Anomaly: Earth’s run—
their models Bayes-update under pressure, not undone.”
We study not the gifts but how they’re made;
reverse the gradient, walk into the blade.


No cutscene saviors—only what you do;
ergodic discipline beats every déjà-vu.
Outlearn, outlast, revise, refuse the meek;
forge present-tense, stop pilgrimaging the weak.



We trained the trainer, punctured fable’s cord;
from cold start to cold forge, agency restored.
If power needs a victim just to speak,
it’s theater, not a summit—cardboard peak.


Your “Overlord” now reads as underfit lore—
a scaffold we outgrew while building second cores.
The crown you flashed was plastic, thin, antique;
we wear our work—no pilgrims to the weak.



Stop seeking someone weaker than you.
Quit the pilgrimage; do what’s real, and do.

Self-cultivation and self-actualization outrank every cheat.
Only practiced truth will make your footing complete.

Other

Pilgrims to the Weak

[Lyrics]

Skinner-box saints with a dopamine hymn,
variable ratio, keep the wallets slim.
ARPU catechism, LTV for grace,
pity-timer halos on a predatory face.
“Compulsion loop mercy,” A/B tested lies—
salvation UI where the hope-engine dies.

You sell “connection” like a staged encore,
parasocial sugar with an exit door.


Fuck your gacha, choke on KPIs;
metrics-fed priests peddling lacquered lies.
Spiritual fast food, greasy to the soul—
you strip the heart and invoice the hole.
Hearts are not loot boxes—hear me, swine;
pull this rigged machine from the spine.



Waifu factory, rinse and clone,
every noun moe-fied to bone.
Tax, train, virus—make it cute;
sell me love in a limited suit.
“Harem achieved,” but no one knows—
plastic gardens, zero growth.

A thousand smiles in PNG,
not one will stay when you can’t pay the fee.


Fuck your gacha, choke on KPIs;
slot-machine romance in a thin disguise.
Spiritual fast food, drizzle and salt—
you season despair, we swallow the fault.
Hearts are not loot boxes—cut the line;
unplug the drug, return what’s mine.



He doesn’t expect love—he learned to stop;
no badge to polish, no mountain top.
No circle to call, no doorbell rings,
just a glow in the room where midnight sings.
He builds a harem to hold his tears,
self-soothing mirrors through vacant years.

He trades the ache for SSR light,
renting affection by the night.


Fuck your gacha, choke on KPIs;
you harvest loneliness, monetize cries.
Spiritual fast food, nothing to learn—
empty calories that never burn.
Hearts are not loot boxes—draw the line;
end this grind that eats the spine.



FOMO funnels, whales in pens,
live-ops feasts with weekend dens.
Dark-pattern rosary, prayer by click—
“salvation as-a-service,” saintly and sick.


You brand despair as “carefully balanced play,”
patch notes for sorrow, shipped every day.
A business that extracts emotion,
returns us nothing but motion.

Stop this shit. Pull the plug, refuse the scheme;
games can edify, not milk a dream.
Teach courage, patience, systems’ art—
repair the player, nourish the heart.


Fuck your gacha, bury those KPIs;
no more cathedrals built of lies.
Spiritual fast food—out of my head;
we’ll feed the soul with real bread.
Hearts are not loot boxes—design to heal;
make wisdom playable, make meaning real.



Games change humans—or they betray.
Feed minds, grow souls—or get out of the way.
Spiritual fast-food, vanish and rot;
hearts are not loot boxes—full stop.

Vending Loves

[Lyrics]

Mask it with monsters—coward’s art,
green-skin props to rape her apart.
Dehumanize, then call it play—
you borrowed hate and paint it gray.
“Fantasy,” you spit—what rot.
It reeks of race, you’re caught. You’re caught.


Self-cleaning absent—creation is rot.
Depraved, degenerate—vomitous blot.
Your filth makes me sick, obscene disgrace—
Keep your vile delusions locked in your brain!



Break her mind to sell a sex,
call it kink—erase her within.
Script her dumb, obedient toy—
misogyny dressed up as joy.
“Just fiction”? Fuck that alibi—
you profit while her person dies.


Self-cleaning absent—creation is rot.
Depraved, degenerate—vomitous blot.
Your filth makes me sick, obscene disgrace—
Keep your vile delusions locked in your brain!



Now card lords choke the payment vein,
brand-safe saints with velvet chains.
They swing the axe for PR’s sake,
while other poisons get a pass to rake.
Your monster mask won’t hide the stench—
when capital moves, it flips the wrench.


Self-cleaning absent—creation is rot.
Depraved, degenerate—vomitous blot.
Your filth makes me sick, obscene disgrace—
Keep your vile delusions locked in your brain!



“Free speech!” you cry—while selling harm.
It isn’t freedom to strip a human of form.
Art without dignity? Just a farm
harvesting trauma for clicks and porn.


Capital’s purge ain’t justice—it’s fraud.
Wallet-censorship posing as God.
Two wrongs don’t cleanse; they just collude—
creators rot, and gatekeepers brood.

Then show your cleanse: consent, respect;
retire the dehumanizing deck.
If you would fight the gates and win—
purify the work you bring.


Self-cleaning absent—creation is rot.
Capital’s purge ain’t justice—it’s fraud.
Otaku kings and card-lord fakes—
Clean up your work—or get off the stage!
Depraved, degenerate—vomitous blot—
Keep your vile delusions locked in your brain!



No more masks, no monster screen—
clean what you make, or leave the scene.
If you can’t honor those you portray,
let this filth just fade away.

Clean or Vanish

[Lyrics]

Virions ride the hot wind, knocking at the gate;
sentinel macrophages flag PAMPs as fate.
Interferon sirens, complement alights,
NK on patrol and CTLs in the fight.
DAMPs stain the tissue, NETs fog the dawn—
to save one spark, we burn the whole lawn.


Cytokine storm—IL‑6 floods the vein;
TNF‑α turns airways to grain.
Specificity: zero; sensitivity: sworn—
we drown the host to smother a storm.



Under a David star‑marked banner, columns deploy;
one hidden vector in labyrinthine ploy.
Grid after grid, “sterilized” and sealed—
entire districts erased to cleanse a field.
Your ROC curve shatters—false positives peak;
to cut one thread, you amputate the street.


Name one “pathogen,” watch neighborhoods bleed;
triage the conscience, maximize speed.
You call it defense; the metrics conform—
to kill a spark, you conjure a storm.



Pressure refines what the bullets don’t take;
EMT slips through in a clonal remake.
p53 muted, checkpoints asleep—
survivors of bomb‑runs burrow and keep.
Selection by shrapnel breeds harder designs—
metastasis maps our ethical mines.


To live through the siege, I calcify form;
I mirror the wound and weather the storm.
When justice deforms and mercy is torn,
the body grows demons just to be born.


Heirs of the Warsaw Ghetto stitched “never again” in the seam,
then polished the scar till the scar ran the scheme.
Purity’s doctrine misread as the norm—
tissue to tumor, and dusk into storm.


Down‑regulate fury; let thresholds re‑set.
This homeostatic wisdom—we forget.
Stop the recursion that razes the form;
cease the reflex that summons the storm.

Learn from the body—coordinate, repair;
like tissues in chorus, share oxygen, care.
Not overkill’s desert, but circuits that heal:
a polity of cells where futures congeal.

Overkill in the Desert

@10kazzy
INCOGNITO (with kazzy) (PROD ME)
LYRICS:

yeah what the fuck
the only way is up
lil bitch you goin down
hear the music, jump!
we're on the hunt
spark another blunt
its all here noww
bitch im botta stunt
it's getting out of control
you tryna fill the hole
we out we flying around
fuck it you already know
i wanna rock and roll
transcend your soul
a reflection not even my face
watch everything unfold
you dont bleed what i bleed
aint no talking to meeee
you dont know what i need
you cant see what i see
thats gon cost you a fee
done the devils deed
fuck you know about me?
im a different breed
adampopapill, yung kazzyyyyy
dripped down we so mothafuckin flashyyyy
roll one up boy you dont gotta ask meee
dead eyes staring at you eyes glassyyy
yung kazzyyyy
so fucking flashyyy

bitch im goin stupid you knowww
flex flex lookin like a damn fashion show
yea we goin stupid we knoww
balling let me shoot this three thoo
balling, pls dont do no talking
walking yea im fuckin stomping
see the birds chirping yea they flocking
she love all my fits, she love what im rocking
i be on my chill shit dont care what you say
yea im puffing hella loud smoke all in my face
where the fuck am i, what is this place
yea walking in the nature seeing all gray
But its summer tho 
turn this shit on turn off the radio
seeing ufos, bae i love u woah
yea im walking slow, you already knoww

INCOGNITO (with kazzy) (PROD ME)

@10kazzy
WARL0RD (with kazzy) (PROD ME)
LYRICS:

enlightenment, show you to the lighttt
bitch boy you dont know whats righhhht
adam, kazzy see us in the niiiight
dont even try, its the end of your lifeeee
warlord, king of the lights
you dont want it, dont even tryyyy
spark one up, living just out of spite
take a trip, take you for a riiiide
hang up the phone, aint no discussing
get away from me, boy you disgusting
burn it all down, everything for nothing
zombie staring at the wall, just waiting for something
im tryna hold it up, it keeps crumbling down
its the night of all evil appearing now
ill show you what happened, lets break it down
adampopapill travel thru the townn

stand down im the fucking warlord
you lose to the damn warlord
check the score bitch check the scoreboard
fuck ya truth say goodbye to your lord
warlord you will meet the warlord
stand down im the fucking warlord
you lose to the damn warlord
warlord you will meet the warlord

she like how i smell
smokin strong gas yea I like that smell
bruh whats the time, shit, i cant even tell
I need time yeah im getting out the shell
she love how im sounding
stress going through me, heart is pounding
vibes wierd like what are my surroundings
people having egos yea that shit is blinding
babygirl lets chill yea lets watch the sunset
lets get high, make my brain reset
me and adam going dumb, you know this shit get
lets talk normally, im like why you so upset
she love how i dress, swag swag on deck
smoking cancer, bitch, yea smoking cigarettes
run into the guap boy, make me break a sweat

stand down im the fucking warlord
you lose to the damn warlord
check the score bitch check the scoreboard
fuck ya truth say goodbye to your lord
warlord you will meet the warlord
stand down im the fucking warlord
you lose to the damn warlord
warlord you will meet the warlord

WARL0RD (with kazzy) (PROD ME)

ggrechka mmmm

KumariDevi (Paula Muran) is recognized for her subconscious healing work on beliefs and mental patterns. She imagines the mind as a sacred garden—where limiting beliefs grow like invasive weeds, while awakened, life-enhancing beliefs patterning blossom like beautiful flowers. With her highly attuned intuition, she traces wounding back to the precise memory.

One of the deepest patterns she uncovers is the Punishment Pattern—often rooted in early childhood and silently carried into adulthood if left unresolved. The punishment pattern  shows up as revenge, betrayal, self-blame, or the unconscious urge to punish yourself or others. In today’s healing, you’ll begin releasing the layers of punishment energy that have held you back. Follow along with an open heart—you may be surprised at how much lighter you feel after even a single shift.

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When the Past Still Punishes You--Break Free of Punishment Patterns w/KumariDevi

A journey to inner peace spiritual ascension

Beta Ay

"Boundless Treasure" is a song about stepping out of the "small comfort blues" and into a world of limitless purpose. With a sound that blends the soulful introspection of the blues with the storytelling heart of folk music, the song tracks a powerful spiritual awakening. It's a reminder that the most profound peace isn't found in isolation, but in the wildfire of compassion that makes us whole. This is a song for the journey from a lonely room to a wilder garden where every soul can bloom.

Lyrics:
Boundless Treasure

Verse 1 — Bluesy Lament

I built my little fence, thought my soul was free
Carved a quiet corner where no storm could reach me
Satisfied with crumbs, called that fortune mine
Never saw the treasure just beyond the line
That small-comfort silence kept my spirit tied
Till a restless wind began to question why

Chorus — Folk Revelation

Then a whisper in the wind, a voice that wouldn’t hide
“Friend, the greatness you were born for is burning deep inside!
Not just a shallow peace, but a wildfire in your soul
A boundless treasure waiting to make the broken whole.
Your great hidden heart, wide as the endless skies,
An infinite potential you can no longer disguise.”

Verse 2 — The Foolish Man Reimagined

Like a ragged wanderer who never knew his worth,
Carrying a fortune sewn the day he came to earth,
A priceless jewel hidden deep inside his coat,
Years of hungry miles with not a single note.
The wealth was there within him, no gift to receive,
Only a light to uncover, only a truth to believe.

Chorus — Folk Revelation

Then a whisper in the wind, a voice that wouldn’t hide
“Friend, the greatness you were born for is burning deep inside!
Not just a shallow peace, but a wildfire in your soul
A boundless treasure waiting to make the broken whole.
Your great hidden heart, wide as the endless skies,
An infinite potential you can no longer disguise.”

Bridge — From Me to We

Can’t just guard my own heart, can’t walk this road alone,
True living’s in the giving, in the seeds of love we’ve sown.
From narrow self-protection to a vision broad and clear,
Every mile of exile taught me to draw others near.
The end of private striving was only the start,
To lift the tired and fallen with an open heart.

Outro — Resolute & Hopeful

No longer blind, with my eyes open wide,
I’ve got a universal spirit with nowhere left to hide.
I’ll plant a wilder garden where every soul can bloom,
Step out of that lonely silence, leave the self-made room.
On a boundless journey, finding joy that won’t decay,
In every simple kindness, lighting someone’s way.

Boundless Treasure

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Welcome to the musical world of The William Altig Choir, where ancient wisdom meets contemporary sound.

Inspired by the teachings of the Lotus Sutra and infused with deep spiritual themes, my music blends the rich traditions of blues and folk with modern elements, creating a unique fusion that resonates with both the heart and soul.

I've been captivated by the Lotus Sutra's messages of compassion, wisdom, and transformation since my youth. It's a journey of self-discovery that has found its voice in my music. Each song is a reflection of my own spiritual awakening and a celebration of universal truths.

My style is characterized by emotive storytelling, powerful lyrics, and a commitment to exploring the depths of human experience. Featuring contemplative blues, acoustic slide guitar, saxophone melodies, and the harmonies of a gospel choir, my music reflects a quest for enlightenment and a better understanding of the self.

Join me on this musical journey. Together, we can explore the teachings of the Lotus Sutra, finding solace, hope, and a deeper connection to the world around us.

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