Sneak peak of my first Black Metal song
I call it:
Pinkie Pie Do You Believe In Satan?If You Do Flip The Crosses Upsidedown!
Verse 1:

The color white is colorless, it is colorless from rejection, left to be told that is has no color.

The color white.

White is a color.

We are going to die tonight,

White is white.

Rejected from the light of colors the color white is a rejection of love.

White you have been rejected.

The color of white you have been a rejected color of carelessness like the animal of polar bear.

Just like the polar bear you are white.

Polar bear you are white.

White of bears.

White if you are recognized as not a color you fall close to being recognized as a bear of polar activities.

The color of bear the act of polar.

It as a bear show a color of white.

White it shows.

White it hisses like a demon.

Polar bears are white.

White is a bear color, white is a bear thing, and white is a polar thing.

The color of polar bears is white.

Now smear the bear into the pavement by a semi-truck.

Kill the bear with pride.

Kill it with a painful force.

It is now flat.

It is now flat.

Flat it is.

Flat.

Chorus 1:

White stands high above the flat bear.

Flat bear you are pretty.

You are still pretty.

Yes you are still a polar.

You are still a bear.

You are still flat.

The moon stands over you in sadness as you were gone.

Gone you are no longer plump but now like paper.

You should see it above.

It is still pretty.

You are the best white flat bear that had an accident.

The laughter it shows.

I possese Deviant Electronics. Unity Towards Complexity Iiill Do MY HEADSPIN.. You cant Handle it IS There a Moon in YOU WINDOW hahhahahaha IS madness Laughing in PAIN

Can’t help but laugh.
https://x.com/SenJohnKennedy/status/1989458439190581748

In shadows deep, where darkness dwells,
Cruelty smiles, negativity tells.
Demons trail, a haunting plight,
Trying to halt my inner light.

Everywhere, their presence sneers,
In screens and faces, fueling fears.
Monsters lurk, in corners creep,
Laughing softly, beneath my sleep.

Yet, I fight, with courage bright,
Seeking solace, in endless night.
I call to God, with fervent plea,
Chase them back to hell, and set me free.

A God-fearing soul, I yearn to find,
Peace in heart, and peace in mind.

This guy and I are in a grunting competition at the gym. It started off by accident because we were just doing sets right after one another and we started getting louder each set.....eventually we were just competting on who could be louder. The whole gym was laughing. By the end it was just yelling.

Saw this on Facebook shared by Alexis Palmer one day ago:
"Somewhere, there’s a woman: 30 years old, no children. People ask her, “Still no kids?” She forces a smile. “Not yet.” Later, she cries… because she’s had miscarriages, because IVF didn’t work, because she’s tried for years, because her heart aches every time she’s asked that question.
Somewhere else, there’s a woman: 34, five children. People say, “Five? I hope you’re done!” They laugh like it’s funny. She laughs too, politely. Later, she cries… because she wanted a big family, because her Granny had 12, because she’s tired of the judgment, because people assume she’s irresponsible, because no one sees how much love and care she pours into her kids.
And then there’s another woman: 40, one child. People ask, “Only one? Didn’t you want more?” She smiles, “I’m happy with my one.” Later, she cries… because her one was a miracle, because she wanted more, because her body or life circumstances won’t allow it, because people don’t know the battles she’s already fought.
These women are everywhere. They are our sisters, our neighbors, our coworkers, our friends.
Their wombs are not community property. Their choices are not public business. Their pain is not ours to poke at with casual comments and “funny” jokes.
So here’s the reminder:
Whether it’s no kids, five kids, or one kid—it’s not your place to question.
Respect their journey. Respect their story. Respect their silence.
Because you never know what tears are hidden behind that smile."
[Nadirah Angail]

https://youtube.com/shorts/om93PpoueNk?si=24TumswbuukzicqK

Haha trent couldnt help it. Mr. Professional..mr. so serious broke. Well done crowd surfing santa. So happy trent is clean now. You can tell he is happier and can laugh at silly things now.

On september 6th im going to see falling in reverse with slaughter to prevail and sleep theory. Unfortunately hollywood undead is there too. But its worth it.

How I feel before my morning coffee and constitution.

Except in felt pajama pants.

No there's no dragons on them!

That's for babies!

(There's lil gray skulls like the Cool Guys wear...Stop laughing at me cus I'm neuro divergent!)