Sheesh🥶🥶😬🤫🥶🤬😡11!!!1!!1!!!!1!

Fnaf car drip

nerd emoji beat

BaBABOOEY 2

AMBATUKAM choir

Pluh x Kerosene

Roblox- Hamburger

Kung Fu Fighting Beatbox

Tiktok, Cat ringtone, Marcus Perez, Short and Sweet, Sweet and Short, Beatbox, goofy beatbox

Marcus Perez Short and Sweet Beatbox (ringing cat)

Glendo dancing song

Why is mankind locked in imperial loops, Superpowers flex while the planet stoops? Borders drawn with blood and greed, While peace gets buried beneath the creed.

Yo, leaders meet with screens and jets, But still we bleed — no safety nets. You got the tech, you got the reach, So why’s compassion still outta speech?

Why’s it “normal” for the strong to raid, Hijack economies, leave hope decayed? Corporate flags on stolen land, While families break and children stand In famine lines, in war-torn zones — While CEOs sip from golden thrones.

You call it trade, we call it theft, You left the soul, you took what’s left. So answer this — with all your might: Why does power erase what’s right?

You act with impunity, shielded by law, But the law was built to hide the flaw. Military deals, backroom ties, While truth gets buried in televised lies.

You fund the guns, you fund the mines, Then preach of peace in scripted lines. But we see through — we read the scroll, And your silence ain’t control.

One day you stand before the Eternal flame, No title, no wealth, no name. Just soul exposed, just truth unmasked, And every choice you made gets asked.

If you see the All-Self, if you rise, Then you’ll feel the weight of every lie. Every time you could’ve stood, But chose the throne instead of good.

So we ask — not with rage, but light: Why uphold systems built to blight? Why reinforce machines of pain, When you could’ve broken the chain?

You had the reach, you had the voice, But silence was your chosen choice. Now answer to us — not for fame, But for every soul crushed in your name.

This ain’t a threat, this ain’t a plea, It’s cosmic audit — soul decree. We shine the light, we burn the fog, We speak for those beneath the log.

So answer to us — the ones who see, The ones who fight to set minds free. Your legacy ain’t gold or stone — It’s what you did when you stood alone.

Look back — history don’t forget. It archives pain in silhouette. Every empire, every deal, Gets dissected when truth turns real.

You think your policies fade with time? But future minds rewind the crime. They’ll watch your face in 8K streams, While famine echoes through their dreams.

Psychologists will read your stance, Criminologists will scan your glance. They’ll see the lies, the nervous ticks, The way you dodged the moral bricks.

Unsealed files, decrypted codes, Will show the roads your silence chose. And VR avatars will plead your case — But history don’t erase disgrace.

So here’s the question — not for fame: How do you want to wear your name? As one who stood, who broke the chain? Or one who watched and fed the pain?

Your legacy ain’t built in stone — It’s how you act when truth is known. So answer to us — before the scroll Becomes your judgment role.

Answer to Us!

link to the NCS original
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IIrCDAV3EgI

Pluh x Kerosene

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