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It looks like one of the Muppets 😅😂😅😅😅😅😅

Demons left incisions to remind me that I'm a sinner

i like this stuff, very cool.

Great AMV! Keep Up🎉🎉

Lyrics ... I slowly drift and dissolve into madness hazardous thoughts produce calamity and disaster. On top of my addictions, which increase my legion's power from majesty, soliciting and strengthening my demons and their bastard seeds. I desire to do what's right, yet darkness has always had its grasp on me. Every now and then, I wake up with cuts upon my neck and back... They've always been attached to thee. A woman whispered into my ear and gently brushed against my flesh, which should be impossible 'cause I'm alone; I look up and no one's there. I feel her presence she can be aggressive or passive as a submissive bride. At any time she wants, she can bring fright or even a direct act of violence. In my dreams, her eyes are slit, her skin golden and dark, and she has fangs. I let her bite deep into my neck, and when I awake, I feel empowered, and it's not for heaven's sake.

Lyrics... The opposition watches as well as the cops do ..it's perhaps that the bastards are in cahoots.. in order to hide their truths... sacrificing and belittling the scapegoat... who hides a black noose ...that's down to shoot ...themselves into the 4th dimension...consumed by twisted sin ...the devil caught them slipping as an adolescent ...early in...the fathers aura is grim.. you know that you're being watched when your text panel starts skipping I mean slipping... into the hands that stalk and listen... turn off your lights ...open your camera and you'll comprehend my disposition ...you didn't get it... it's neither here nor there ...just pay attention ...watch out for the invisible snake bite when then moon slips off of its position

Lyrics... Shit, I almost got caught slipping on the way back to my house. I even felt it ahead of time. I can’t startle my peeps, so I play it off and tell them I’m out. “Be safe” is what I was told as I proceed to move around. I'm trying to ignore it, but the anxiety keeps increasing. I'm peeking, looking around, and waiting for cars that are way down the street to pass before I cross. I try to drown out my overwhelming sense of danger by playing some sounds, yet I’m not stupid. There’s a difference between this feeling and what most are used to. You see, I edge up the street on foot, getting closer to my house. As this pressure only gets stronger, the loud dogs don’t even make a sound. I hear a vehicle to my left pulling up... I just knew it, without a doubt. I couldn’t keep my head down, so I looked up. They throttled down, and my heart began to sink into my chest as they further slowed. At this moment, I’m stuck. I keep walking like I don’t notice, yet one of my eyes is slightly crooked, so I stay focused in case they turn around. They kept driving real slow, my heart pumping fast, without a sound. I finally made it to my crib, panicked, downed my last whisky shot, and loaded my buckshot round. Why they didn’t stop and just jam me up, I don’t know. But it was close. Whenever it’s too quiet and seems too good to be true, trust me, it is. And everybody in the area knows it.

Lyrics... I awoke in a realm nowhere near this existence, quickly noticing that all hope would flee as I was escorted to somewhere menacing. I arrived at what appeared to be a hallway with many doors. Each of them was inscribed with a language I had never seen before. To my horrifying amazement, one of the doors opened, revealing a room filled with torture mechanisms, automatically functioning to deal out vicious horrors. For some reason, I knew that I would suffer and survive something morbid. In this place, there didn’t appear to be an escape, and it seemed just as real, if not more so, than where we are currently placed. Take a moment before you dismiss this as a work of fiction. This vivid journey seemed to be a reminder of where I might be headed.

Lyrics.. Pathological Astral Mad Scientists invade your temple with Caitiff precision, taking your disease out of remission, Infecting your soul with a plasmatic carcinogenic Bug- borne pathogen... Abduct the skin for exotic biological demonic physical enhancements coded with a patent ..666... Hold ten high closed...if you want to live Let's dive right in ..grab the knives and nine limbs... The sacrificed sing involuntary hymns ...which is a win win... witness our evil grin as our tongues swipe a fang ..When our faces shift into what freezes the mortal man

Shitz dope....

Lyrics: Illicit behaviors, cryptic inhalants ...digested ..liquid inverted to gases .. haphazardly ..un-earthing my madness..in spite of me ...in light of things...Kings hunt me..for treachery and treason..and the knowledge that I've gained sinfully...chained down into bad omens...I mean..it's just a notion... without pleasure...just a painful notice..caught off focus... Remember when you didn't clean up your blood and had years of hopelessness? Be mindful of the hostess that lets you sin, it's all love ....isn't it? Or is the knife sweet in spite of things? Sometimes at night...wasps sting...You didn't understand what I meant by leaving your blood and the curse that it brings... oops...I just told you...one of the finer things...did you know that sleeping on your left side...slows down the timing scheme? That was a bit...off topic...yet not quite...you'll feel it standing behind you when you sleep at night...just opposite of your right side.

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Always blowing my mind with your lyrics

Lyrics. Cryptid night stalkers sift through different dimensions encapsulating souls trapped behind the thought of time. A technological veil is being created over the etheric realm ensuring that the remaining never escape this place. Under your skin hides a digital trace. Archon injections subject perfecting pestilence. Inside the needle, illnesses and demonic possessions are ejected. The soul is subjected to much more than just malevolence. Divine incarceration has been placed upon the lost and wasted men, preceded by a nemesis that sits in their place. The wandering soul goes back and forth, up and down...that is his curse. He will live forever, trapped in a holographic illusion just outside of Earth.

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Facts.

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Yep ⚔️

" The Russian Dead Hand, officially known as "Perimeter," is a nuclear retaliatory system designed during the Cold War. It operates by automatically launching nuclear missiles in response to a detected nuclear attack, even if communication with Russian leadership is lost. "

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Awesome

Man ,you just keep getting better, this one us 🔥

This is crazy work. 😳

⚔️⚔️⚔️🕊️🕊️🕊️ Thank You To Those That Protect Me, Both Seen And Unseen, Known And Unknown. Gratitude To My Enemies, You Keep Me As Sharp As A Knife, Vigilant, Alert And Cold. Peace.

Up against an enemy, that doesn’t even bleed

Man this hits hard. That flow and beat are hard

I can bang my head to this. 100%

I'm gonna be honest after reading the name I thought this was gonna be some phonk or rock kind of song but suprise chill music is always welcome great song.

Now my ear drums are double bassing haha