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The Art of Malaka

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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...
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Lost Keys to Heaven - The Sentinel's Watch

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Lost Keys to Heaven: The Sentinel's Watch

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Dive into the ethereal realm of "The Sentinel," a haunting musical exploration set to a backdrop of surreal imagery. This video encapsulates the journey of a stoic guardian facing the paradox of heaven's locked gates. Watch as the sentinel, entangled in a celestial tapestry, reflects on the profound sense of loss and duty, all while standing watch over what once was. Join us in this metaphysical narrative that weaves the essence of eternity, guardianship, and the immutable passage of time.



Poem:

The Sentinel

By the time I got to heaven,

All the rules had changed,

The gates were locked,

And Peter had lost the keys.


When the reign had begun,

All sensibility was lost,

I was captured by this body,

Without the need to touch.


But I stand in dignity, 

A silent sentinel, 

A guardian of a bygone era, 

With loss etched into my eyes.


The gates were locked,

And Peter had lost the keys.

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Sentinel, Heaven's Gates, Lost Keys, Guardian, Ethereal Music, Surreal Imagery, Locked Gates, Celestial, Metaphysical, Time Passage, Symbolism

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