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Fury

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Battle Symphony

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Story Of Braveheart

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“Fuck You, Francis” – A Rosi Christian's Rotten Fish Feast In The Belly of The Beast...
Ingredients:
Blackened squid ink pasta (the shroud of lies).
Grilled octopus tentacles (control’s many arms).
Lobster tail (indulgence masking emptiness).
Blood-orange reduction (sweet deception).
Red chili oil (truth’s reckoning fire).
Charcoal-dusted lemon wedges (purging false sanctity).
Edible gold leaf (a gilded facade).
The Recipe of Rot:
Squid Ink Pasta: Boil in the shadows of hidden truths. Dark as secrets, its blackened hue cloaks centuries of corruption. Stir in the hypocrisy; let it simmer like unspoken sins.
Grilled Octopus Tentacles: Char until the arms curl, a symbol of manipulation reaching endlessly for power. The burn marks reflect centuries of pain disguised as piety.
Lobster Tail: Sear in butter and let it drip with opulence, a mirror to the Church’s greed. Glossy on the surface, hollow at its heart—like their false promises.
Drizzle the bittersweet glaze of deceit. The brightness fools the eye while the bitterness lingers—an exact replica of their Teachings.
Red Chili Oil: Scorch the dish with fiery truth. It burns through the facade, exposing the core of lies sold as faith.
Charcoal-Dusted Lemons: The ashes of fake holiness cut through the indulgence, a cleansing bitterness that strips away gilded deceit.
Gold Leaf Garnish: Fake purity, glittering but worthless, clings to the meal like centuries of Banned Perspective.
Verse 1: The Shrouded Feast
Fuck you, Francis, your table Has Turned And Your Fate is Set,
Squid ink blackens; the truth’s Burning silhouette.
Hydra's arms twisting tight in their grasp,
 choking faith in its clasp.
Mr. Crab, gleaming with greedy Ways,
A meal of indulgence, not one that Feeds
Armageddon Fire glaze hides the sour Blood That Stones Soaked in,
sweet lies conceal sin,
Baked in Within.
Chili oil burns as the truth ignites,
Piercing The darkness, revealing the blurred Lights, Lennon’s sharp zest slice The charade,
Stripping the gilded lies made In disguise.
Verse 2: The Veil of Indulgence They preach salvation, yet wealth’s The creed, And It's A Gay Jay Parade
But the masses drown in the lies you feed. Red Threads Sizzle, but it’s nothing but show, Hiding the rot deep Down below.
Burning crosses shine, yet your hands are stained.
Centuries of harm When Unholiness Reigned.
Selling Salvation, Profiting On Time, Left the faithful deceived and blind.
Verse 3: The Reckoning Fire
Fuck you, Francis, your kingdom’s Ablaze!
Built on falsehoods, it crumbles in sight.
The squid ink stains, the "Hydra's" Grip tightens,
But truth’s Double blade always enlightens.
The chili Truth burns Like Hot Ice;
It Freezes Over Hells Hidden Hand,
And The acid of Loving Tears cleanses God's Land.
Your golden Cow's Corpse will soon decay,
As the Faithful Awaken to The Storm's  Rosy Rainbow Deception Day.
Closing Bite:
This dish isn’t just a meal; it’s a reckoning
Each ingredient Exposes Every Layer of Deceptive Bittersweet Flavoring

Rotten Fish Feast In The Belly Of The Beast...

Intro Chorus:
Roll  The Red bloodstained Carpet out into forever!
When the X marks the spot and you can see where the Blood Red, blue dedbird got shot...
take the redpill, Neo, its now or never!
...or Follow the blue ded bird to get lost forever!
From The R To The Cc-E-E!!
Elon Musk has emphasized that free speech is crucial to democracy, calling it the "bedrock" and the reason the First Amendment exists.
On Feb 16, 2024, he said, "Without free speech, all is lost." He elaborated further on Feb 18, 2023, explaining that free speech is a defense against autocracy and Hidden state-an-ism, with the founders showing wisdom in passing the First Amendment. On Jan 13, 2025, he humorously clarified that allowing insults on his platform is a sign of real free speech, contrasting it with demands for payment to insult. Musk also warned on Dec 16, 2023, that censorship is a slippery slope: "Once you start to censor…it’s only a matter of time before that censorship turns on you." He reaffirmed his commitment to preserving free speech, stating on Jan 15, 2025, that he acquired 𝕏 to protect the First Amendment, even if it means making less money. His engagement with free speech in 2023 was highlighted in a tweet on Dec 31, 2023, referencing his top moments on the topic.
Got it, SkyBlazer. Here’s a more concise version that sticks to the core Theme Of Betrayal and Deception:

The Dead Bird's X Marks The Spot!
"From the R to the C, Palestine will be free,
If you listened to me Quoting The Spelling of Your Dead Birdee ,It's you WHO must bend the Fucking knee!
Promises of freedom, yet you're silencing me,
Truth’s getting twisted, can’t you see?

You said we'd have a voice, no limits, no chains,
But now the truth’s hidden, locked in your games.
From the R to the C, Palestine will be free,
If you Fact Check Yo' Own spelling, It's you That must bend the knee!!
You promised the truth, the stories to tell,
But you cover it up, letting injustice swell.
You said speak your mind, stand up, be strong,
Now you're hiding the truth, trying to do us wrong.

From the R to the C, Palestine will be free,
If you Community note Your Own spelling, you must bend the knee.
No more silence, no more lies,
You Troll
We’re standing tall, we’re ready to rise.
Above Your Mouth Filled With F*@#n FLies
You said we could speak, be heard everywhere,
But now you’re quieting voices, treating us unfair.
Killing The Freedom of Reach!
The world’s waking up, they can’t ignore,
Palestine’s calling, we’re ready for war.

From the AR to the CEE, Palestine will be Free,
If you Fact Check Yo' Own spelling, It's you That must bend the knee!!
The truth will rise, and so will we,
Be Breaking your Social Algorithm 
Engineered walls,
And soon Our Voices will Also be Free
Outro Chorus:
Rolling A Blue- Red bloodstained Carpet out into forever!
When the X marks the spot and you can see where the Blood Red, blue dedbird got shot...
take the redpill, Neo...or Follow the blue deD-bird to get lost forever!

From The A - R To The Cc,The Red Blue D3DBIRD Is FREE!!

"Self-Charging" is a cool, confident anthem for the self-sufficient. Moving beyond simple declarations of independence, it paints a portrait of a person who is a complete, closed-loop system—their own power source, their own universe. With a minimalist dancehall groove and sharp, sophisticated lyrics, the track rejects the need for external validation with a knowing smile. It’s not about being loud; it’s about being the main grid. This is the sound of potent, quiet confidence that doesn't need to ask for a spark because it generates its own.



My Own Engine

" Trip Forever ... Sonuna Kadar Trip "

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Dedi bana, “Seviyorum yeni şeyler denemeyi,”
“Güvenilir adamlarla, öyle çok değil,”
“İki ayda bir falan.” O an ettin beni talan,
Başka tipler böyle olunca aramaz falan,
Ama sen öyle değilsin, dedim, yalan,
İnandım bi’ an, kalbim kırık kalan,
Dikkatsiz bi’ laf, içimde yankılanan.

Güldüm sessiz, içim paramparça,
O an dedim kendi kendime,
Dikkat et oğlum sen kalbine,
Sonra artık yama tutmaz habire.

Bi’ söz yeter, kırar içi camdan olanı,
Ben sustum, sen sandın oyun sandın olanı.
İfade yok yüzümde ama fırtına kopariçimde,
Kalbim sağlamdı,ama kırılır tek sözünle.

Anlamıyorsun ki kelimenin yükünü,
Sustum çünkü sevdim gözünün içini.
Kalbim yorgun, dudaklar mühürlü,
Bi’ senin gülüşün yeter, geri döner ömrümün ÖDÜLÜ.

Ben delikanlıyım, dert etmem çok,
Ama bazı söz var, eder beni BOMBOK,
Demek istiyorum ki “bak, laflarına dikkat et biraz,”
Çünkü sevgi narin, kırılır sonra doğar MARAZ.

Ben sokak çocuğuyum, yalan sevmem,
Kalbim kırık olsa da kin gütmem.
Hâlâ burdayım, kaçmadım senden,
Ama yaralandı kalbim, usul usul içimden.
Duygular ağır, konuşsam taşar,
Sadece istedim, kalbimi anlaman,
Yoksa bu beni AŞAR.

Söz kolay çıkar ama izi kalır,
Bir kalp kırıldı mı, çok zor onarılır.
Hele ki yükü ağır olan bu kalp sana koşarken,
Tökezlesin istemezsin birden.

Yani ben hâlâ aynı adamım, inan,
Ama bazen susmak en temiz YALAN.
Bir daha deme öyle, bak gözlerime,
Kalp oyuncak değil, sonra yanarsın ATEŞİMLE.



Tribal Enfeksiyon Vol -1

“Bla Bla Bla” is a fast-moving, ska-driven blast of sarcasm wrapped in sharp hooks and a fierce, expressive female vocal. The song takes aim at the kind of person who never stops talking but never says anything—rambling, chaotic, self-absorbed, and endlessly exhausting. Bright horns, punchy guitars, and a bouncing rhythm section fuel the track while the lyrics tear through the nonsense with wit, eye-rolling humor, and pure attitude.

From the snarky spoken aside (“She forgot to take her meds”) to the explosive bridge and the final chant-down, the song turns irritation into entertainment—calling out the noise, the chaos, and the absurdity of someone who just won’t stop talking.
This is high-energy, tongue-in-cheek ska that hits with a grin, a groan, and a perfectly delivered “Bla Bla Bla.”

Bla Bla Bla

Trevor Felix is a photographer, author, and visionary artist creating emotionally driven music and visual stories. For inquiries or collaboration, contact: neweustace@yahoo.co.uk

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