The Art of Malaka Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
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Night Rain and Dystopia in Futuristic Makati
Why is the future always portrayed as a bleak and dismal dystopia? Perhaps it's because the fear of darkness and chaos appeals to our primal instincts. Yet our hearts yearn for something more beautiful. A city where the warm, golden light illuminates the cobblestone streets, the soft echo of footsteps, and the promise of hidden cafes that invite you to discover their secrets. A place where you can walk hand in hand with your beloved, without a shadow of fear or doubt. A world where love, art, and beauty reign supreme, and where the soul can find shelter from the storms of life.
Beyond Dystopia: A Journey to the City of Light and Love
Explore a visionary city where the future is bright, not bleak. Wander cobblestone streets bathed in golden light, listen to the soft echoes of footsteps, and uncover hidden cafes full of secrets. Join us in a world where love, art, and beauty reign, offering shelter for the soul. Say goodbye to dystopia and hello to a future filled with hope and harmony.
Is Dystopia the ONLY Future? Discovering Hope & Beauty
Challenge Preconceptions:
Dystopian futures dominate storytelling.
But what if our future holds cities of light, love, and hidden wonders?
Key Themes:
This video emphasizes "golden light," "hidden cafes," "art, love & beauty,"
Call to Action:
"Question dystopia and demand a future where beauty reigns supreme– watch now!"
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The Art of Malaka Malaka (Rise Above 'Em) [Verse 1] Jealous cowards try to control! Mean-spirited cloth – cut from the same! Old comments rotting – fourteen years old! Doubling down – you got no shame! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Special Greek word – for scum like you! Malaka! Malaka! Rise above! We're gonna rise above! Vile views – spreading hate and fear! Malaka! Malaka! We ain't taking it – no more! [Verse 2] Who’s next on the list? Indians? Greeks? Vietnamese? Women? Whose next to be cut? Major parties silent – lips sealed tight! Cowards in suits – hiding from the fight! [Chorus] Malaka! Malaka! Pauline and Cory – same rotten core! Malaka! Malaka! Ashamed? You should be ashamed! Hate, division, fear in the air! Malaka! Malaka! We’re calling it out – everywhere! [Bridge] Minorities marginalized – feeling the pain! Unheard, unrepresented – driven insane! This ain’t left or right – it’s decency! Common fucking decency! I’m angry – really bloody angry! How do you get away w...
The Event Horizon of Regret This is no star map; this is the geography of my own collapse. I am on my knees, the obsidian floor splintering under the weight of what hovers above me. It is a sphere of pure, swirling silence—the Black Hole Mind. It breathes gravity, pulling at the seams of my flight suit, demanding I fold. I try to summon the old fire, to spark some resistance, but my anger manifests only as thin, fractured volleys of violet lightning. They strike the darkness and are instantly swallowed. I am tiny. I am insignificant. And I am being crushed by the density of everything I cannot escape. Be Creative and Innovative with Knowledge John Bennett - AKA JJFBbennett , is an independent artist. You can view and subscribe to my work via Blogger , YouTube , Flicker , Facebook , Instagram and Deviant Art . Subscribe to JJFBbennett's private FB hub: https://www.facebook.com/share/g/18ythpSXPZ/ You can subscribe to my music via YouTube Music , Spotif...
The Art of Bigots Please Explain (Bigots on the Storm) thunder cracking, pouring rain, distant tortured piano [Verse 1] Bigots on the storm Bigots on the storm Into this hell we're thrown Like a corpse without a home A puppet carved from bone Bigots on the storm [Verse 2] There's a Hanson in the abyss Her mouth is rotting with the hiss "Swamped by Asians!" vomits through the black "Please explain!" — the last words you’ll hear back Take a long holiday to the void Let the mining blood money be enjoyed If you give this poison a ride Sweet Australia will suicide Hanson in the abyss… yeah [Chorus] Bigots on the storm Bigots on the storm Into this grave we're thrown Bigots on the storm [Verse 3] Burqa in the Senate, reaper in disguise "Muslims incompatible!" as the nation dies "No good ones," she exhales like cyanide "Religion of hate," the bigots glorify Child after child on the dole they curse Conditional sorry — watch the co...
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