I'm not a preacher, not a teacher, I'm an artistic creature that does themes an features with the ninja that comes in to beatch'a time they reach ya. They cut cords and sparks fly as we cross swords, and kickin ninjas fly back through windows as they fall break table boards. Shurikens and hadokens fly battling samurai lords. And you'll sho - kno - ryu - ken as you feel that blow to your chin, It's an instant knock out as the referee counts to ten, never again to rise since you've fallen into the shadows of your own sin. More move in to start the battle again. Take this? What? I play you like a game of nintendo you take that its a blow of take won do to Shippu Jinraikyaku to you sending you through the window into your friends down below knocking them down like dominoes. The opposition's thick, I quick kick a bamboo stick into my hand ready to guard the first lick from any ninja who wants to try to play it slick. I pump flick the edge of the stick and threaten them with a lyric, as they charge in to come get it. Oh well, I warned them after messing with the Nightphoenix they'll need a Kleenex. They move in and we cross bows like a game of tic-tac-toe as they impose on me my bo tears through their clothes knocking them down in rows like dominoes. I stay sharp and stay light on my toes inter-tangling dismantling multiple foes, and they realize that's how it goes when your dealing with the pros. Souls control their arts and take their passions in molds to deliver the quicker mental ill triggers to reactions and styles so cold as the crowd beholds the show. If they don't want to fall ever more quick they better stay close to their bros. I detect redirect, your attack and I'm ready for the next as I deflect your blade and I come in with my I'm direct disscet, as you pull away to protect I collect the information of your movements with instinct and deliver a blow followed with my own dialect. " A battle of well fought design such as this deserves its rightful respect." Envy in the enemy provokes him to take it personally and now he's cursing me and spirits flair high and the battle seems to be worsening. I side step with depth and sweep my bo under his feet as he lept delivering a legendary blow from the ancient Bruce Lee that would have made a million kicks from the developers of Chun Li wept. The point of inertia is exposed as the atmosphere begins to cry the tears of rain, as gasoline spills in a circle giving birth to flames, more opponents sail in like a raven and the battle becomes insane, yin yan in position of my circumference and its time to bring the pain, from martial arts of the crane to an old man using a cane blood stains the sand. The event doesn't look very pretty as everyone's in it for personal gain.  Wet tip clips legs from a sweep and they flip an action kick to the back and its time for them to take a trip. Rope gropes like the strength of a snake in the worst kind of elope over the building's edge and its time for them to take a dip, unable to talk the rope is tied round their lips. The kunochi moves in as she moves her hips, tying to be unique with a mixed style of drunken master she takes a sip. But what she don't know, is that I play life like a rewind and play of a video taking all of her motions in slow mo I'm fully focused and her lack there of is a weakening of her grip. 2 leg checker redirect like a dodge versus a viper looking for a moment I can play it like a sniper. Sucker punch to my eye got me darkening in a dizzy spell that got me fading shades like a product of Black & decker. But I got the rebound with a somersault kick that'll take her to town, making sure they'll never be another round.
They try to pry my bo away but gravity and momentum is my allie as my pole swings by. I don't have to try very hard as my weapon moves my enemies back through the sky. It's as easy as pie watching my defeated enemies battle cry, while others soul energy leave the battle field into the spirit world as their body dies. The arts are used as they use Tia bo, takewondo, tai chi, and karate, but I use the art of pekiti tersia kali to defend me. I meditate and go into a trance, as I advance at first glance I'm in the zone and take stance as I deflect my enemies attack w/ my lance. Our attacks strike like lightning in the sky as my every evasive redirect protects the next attack I send as he deflects and our deflated energies collect.
You witches use your portal to view me, sending the
Ange de la mort  to get me reverse and get you, making you a short work, pulling you into with his sickle into judgement's court as he sits backs smokin a new port, On trial for all of the realities you distort.

Burn It Down - Linkin Park

www.youtube.com/watch?v=zgEKLh…


(A visual emotional anime/comic book/manga word rant)

The Epitome of my anger has finally reached beyond the bar of my measuring cup, in a corrupt world that I'm fed up and the last medicine dropper releases the last milligram of anger droplet into my cup. Slowly I feel the passion of a million rages slowly consume and devour my soul with the flames of a million sparks of igniting fire working its way up my body and soul to my head to envelope me whole. Trapped by the weight of my past and memories of where I tried but fell to crash and crumble within myself and like a magnet it now pulls me to my own demise. Despised by many I enter into my own tower and own enterprise with the many days and months passing as the sun and moon rises then sets throughout the skies. My how time flies, and before my eyes have now entered into the days of wrath that I now see nothing but, through my eyes. Unleashing wrath I hear a thousand cries, many begs of mercy I do despise, yet and still I hear more than a million replies. Consumed in whole, my soul loses control and bursts into an explosive wave of impulsive energy released as my firey flamed wings that stretch across the sky. Wide spread for miles pushing away the opposition, frying the competition, slicing through mountains I change their original position, destroying Mount Rushmore in the transition, changing the fahrenheit to a most uncomfortable condition heat level as I dissipate everything in the site of my vision. My passion has reached the point of no return as all of the stored held back retaliation of my anger has all come full circle. And that at which I release it there on the existence called...life. Everything works backwards, and what was backwards now forward,...gravity has reversed and we truly are now dancing on the ceiling with Lionel Richie. M.C. Escher's Relativity has become a reality to me and all who surround me in this insane confusing labyrinth its hard to maintain the sane steps we take on this chess board of life and creativity. Now out of control, the cocky and bold mold the world in ignorance and have made this place a mental purgatory left in deception's wake of the dying cold. You think you know what you're doing? You think you can do anything you want and get away with it without the bloodhound of consequence to pick up your trail and follow thereafter?

You are more than truly disillusioned if you think that the sparks from the hungry flames won't find your trail of gunpowder that you left behind. It will dissimate to find and dissipate you. In the shadows, your black trail of gunpowder does hide, but the light from my spark and flame shall and will find with stride. For I am a one of a kind who when pushed to the limit I do climb to find. Run while you can, before you run out of time for when the time has cometh there will be no place left for you to hide. Where is your place of hiding when there is no construct to cover your pour wretched soul? You use all the days of your spirit to commit to the darkness and despair that you spread from here throughout the air to there with a declining care for your fellow man and you dare anyone bring justice to one of your single hairs. Well, someone must attend to your affairs, and I have become the avenging angel to Ange' De La Mort to bring darkness and despair to your heavenly fantasy dreams come true turning them into a rusty nightmare. Day falls into night shattering daylights stretch of hope and light entering the depths of the jet black darkest cold hell black hole of midnight that no light can emerge from and escape except for the Phoenix's revenge and light. Now I have become angry at life and existence itself and now I relinquish all of my pent up rage and might.  

With pent up momentum I unleash my will to excel myself upward cutting a breach in the sky with the force of my existence. The clouds rush in and rush forth to fill the space in which I have cut open in reality revealing the other world. They accumulate above me to create a thickened wall, a ceiling even and flash the million strikes of threatening lighting bolts. The roaring thunder shakes the sky like the vibration of a roaring lion. Fearless and un-amused I cut the clouds once more with the force of my existence quickly parting 2 miles of space grabbing the lightning of the clouds that have abandoned it. I grab the lightning with two hands breaking it into two sets on my rising knee throwing it at the earth. With double the gravity I waist no time as I plummet my body into the earth, shoulder first, creating an earthquake that transitions into a tsunami. Punching my arms into the ground I unleash the force of the Phoenix flames thus causing volcanic eruptions all over the earth spewing and throwing up waves of lava that reign and rain fire all over the earth. Smoke and desolation spread throughout. Spinning my legs on the ground the friction from my legs to ground send dangerous sparks of flames splashing about as I go into a break dance. Break dancing furiously with red eyes of rage I send multiple flaming tornadoes out with some that spawn hurricanes throughout the realms of the earth. Rising up to hop on my feet my stomp, shakes the earth, and shatters the sky and tropic tempest storms confusingly dart in and out the broken holes in this realms reality. Frozen hail set onfire ablaze and rain from the sky as mini black holes start to form as reality is being crushed. The thought of sending out the explosive array of super giants and super novas cross my mind to end it all, but I have a better idea.

Catapulting myself with a vicious force upward I shatter the existence I was just standing on bringing the thoughts, memories, visions, energies, and history from earth's past with me forcing back any living energy entities within my vicinity that I have now declared my enemies releasing energies destroying dark intents and tendencies of anyone who thinks their equal to me and new unleashed insanity.

Sailing throughout the universe I cut a straight line through dividing the universe with my bright and jet black sun spot dark flames of the night, continuing throughout the universe. From the divide I roll all the stars, planets, and existences up int that of a scroll, which I use as a baseball bat to slam it into the crumbling baseball image that was once called earth. (Pshh,....some existence.) Casting everything into the white noise it all fades to a mind numbing calm white for 100 billion years. Then over a period of 60 million years, . . . all fades to black creating a dark jet black flaming black hole that constantly implodes that destroys everything forever and ever, even that which even tries to exist there after is crushed by the perpetual continuation of the black end.

The End...





In order to escape your own wrath, destruction, and anger and the torments of Hell you must seek Jesus Christ as your personal
savior.



Iridescent - Linkin Park

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xLYiIB…