Transmigration
Though we feel our battles are never over, we know we will lay our bones to rest one day, forgetting & forgiving our scars, thank God. Only to come alive again, to be reborn, to continue existing ...
Hmm, that’s taking on the flesh again, trancemigration, err, transmigration, the rebirth of a soul in a new body, in a sword, reincarnation, an S world, love …
A man looking for an escape to nature joins his estranged Brazilian biologist brother Francis on a spontaneous journey to find a rare beetle, excuse me, in the Ama-zone. While hiking, Curtis is bitten by a snake. S he enters you, fukk, baby, err, a hallucinogenic state from the venom, the two brothers R (not really) captured s slaves by a tribe of Ama-zonian women, dear heavens, now it’s rated R.
Under the control of a princess slave-master Osimao, I enter you, err, sorry, a matriarchal society where women prepare to cannibalize Francis and turn me into a sex-slave-warrior, pure hell, rolling your ass in the sand. That. I knew it. In confinement, Curtis befriends Cobrao, another male slave. Could it be female, and without charging me for shagging her, you, please? Together they plot the rescue of Francis, and their own “escape”. Right, me and my escape from sexy Ama-zonas administered S home, from multifaceted you, my bras in my Bra-zeal, right, LOL!
A nameless sword wakes up to discover he has been reincarnated from his former life s a human. Like me? Oh, no, not again! The magickal fuct that I’m not a robot, knightsee, thank you. So with my overwhelming power of telekinesis, yep, I move around this new world. Reborn s a sentient sword, our protagonist joins a young girl, like you? LOL Oh my goddess, seriously! Err, we blown away on an ahmazing journey to eXXXact justice on those who prey upon the weak. XXXactly, censored! Sword definitely sounds like me, whose noble cause is S, which is an enticing word, simply put, sword.
The story starts with one of the main characters waking up in a strange world, alone, realizing that he just died and got reincarnated into a sword. The first episode maybe be a bit cliche, the character gets to move around thanks to magick, just like fukking around, and kill the monsters around while powering up, until he gets stuck in a place where he can't use magick, sis! Where he’s literally fukked up and stays there until the other main character finds him, a little cat-girl called Fran, who is a slave trying to flee from her owners.
The meat, whoops, meet of those two characters is where the real adventure starts. With the Xcalibor help of the sword, one word defining it all, love, Fran gets really strong. Nevertheless, she still has many weaknesses that she will have to overcome overtime. Both characters R sooper charismatic. Fukk, baby! Fran can be very cute and very scary, she won't show any hesitation when killing an enemy. But I treat you s if you were my own sis, supporting you all the way, with you treating me s a … well, sword, your sword, or your own bro, which is the most sacred and solemn word, love …
In Buddhism, it’s “samsara” - The Beginningless Cycle of Repeated Birth, Mundane Existence and Dying Again. If you’re smart, with a dumbass, which means having me glued permanently to your ass in one way or the other, you will understand it’s the world of suffering and dissatisfaction, the opposite of nirvana, which is the condition of being free from suffering and the cycle of rebirth. Yep, through this trancemigration we R trapped in samsara through one life after another. So it’s a neverending process of trancemigration, our tendency to keep creating worlds and then moving into them. And note that this creating and moving in doesn't just happen once, at birth, we're doing it all the time.
We aren't just creating worlds, we're also creating ourselves. We beings, whether we mask it or not, R all processes of physical and mental phenomena. The Buddha taught that what we think of s our permanent self, our ego, self-consciousness, and personality, is not fundamentally real. But, it's continually regenerated based on prior conditions and choices. From moment to moment, our bodies, sensations, conceptualizations, ideas and beliefs, and consciousness work together to create the illusion of a permanent, distinctive "me." Further, in no small extent, our "outer" reality is a projection of our "inner" reality. What we take to be reality is always made up in large part of our subjective experiences of the world. In a way, each of us is living in a different world that we create with our thoughts and perceptions.
However you miss me or misunderstand it, because I’m not glued to your sublime ass, the mundane message is that although the unhappiness of samsara is our lot in life, it’s possible to understand the reasons for it and the methods for escaping it desperately through love, or at least trying to escape it. Love some may mistake for sexo, oops. Don’t look at me, because it’s not even s nearly embarrassing s my “nirvana”! I understand everything. Like in the absence of anyone more nearly related to the ultimate state of bliss, XXXcept you, I have been designated “next of kin” to beat Karma, to save you. You keep me the keeper. Sorry, I’m not easy to carry, sis, bra. The sword is your bro. It does have mercy sometimes, though. Yeah, it’s the most powerful word or blade there is, love.
MOD SUN - “Battle Scars” - OFFICIAL VIDEO
I like the first shot better than the last
You always pour a little too much in my glass
We're always throwing words it's hard to take them back
But we do it anyway (we do it anyway)
And yeah, we clean up well, but we're a mess
And it's hard to say who's filled with more regret
Promise the last time would really be the last
But here we go anyway
I say it's time for the truth
You say it's time that I leave
I think the problem is you, is you, is you
You think the problem is me
Now it's your word against mine
We don't know who to believe
I think the problem is you, is you, is you
You think the problem is me
Goin' in circles and bringing up the past
Feels like I'm tip-toeing on broken glass
So many battle scars that now I'm losing track
And there's nothing left to save, hey
So break the news again to all our friends
It's such a shame that we couldn't see the end (see the end)
It's the last time, it really is the last
I can't go another day (I can't go another day)
I say it's time for the truth, hey
You say it's time that I leave (you say it's time that I leave)
I think the problem is you, is you, is you
You think the problem is me
Now it's your word against mine (your word against mine)
We don't know who to believe (who to believe)
I think the problem is you, is you, is you
You think the problem is me
Now it's your word against mine
We don't know who to believe
I think the problem is you, is you, is you, is you, it's you
I say it's time for the truth
I know it's time that I leave (you say it's time that I leave)
I know the problem is you, is you, is you
It can't be me
Oh, fuck your word against mine, yeah
We all know who to believe (we all know who to believe)
I know the problem is you, is you, is you
You think the problem is me (you think your problem is me)
Lauren Daigle - Come Alive (Dry Bones) (Audio)
Through the eyes of men it seems
There's so much we have lost
As we look down the road where
All the prodigals have walked
One by one the enemy has whispered lies
And led them off as slaves
But we know that you are God, yours is the victory
We know there is more to come
That we may not yet see
So with the faith you've given us
We'll step into the valley unafraid, yeah
As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive
We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive
Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise
We call out to dry bones, come alive
God of endless mercy, God of unrelenting love
Rescue every daughter bring us back the wayward son
And by your spirit breathe upon them
Show the world that you alone can save
You alone can save
As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive
We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive
Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise
We call out to dry bones come alive
So breathe, oh breath of God
Now breathe, oh breath of God
Breathe, oh breath of God now breathe
Breathe, oh breath of God
Now breathe, oh breath of God
Breathe, oh breath of God, now breathe
As we call out to dry bones come alive, come alive
We call out to dead hearts come alive, come alive
Up out of the ashes let us see an army rise
We call out to dry bones, come alive
We call out to dry bones, come alive
Oh come alive
Bone Thugs N Harmony - Home (Official Video)
I been stuck in the struggle
And I been wonderin' if I'm ever gon' bubble
I'm gettin' caught up in the dust
Instead of usin' my muscle
And every time I extend my heart to my mother
Caught up in the game now I'm back up in the hustle
Sometimes I sit and I wonder
If a nigga pull my number
If it wasn't for the Bone Thug fam'
In this world where nobody don't give a damn
But I'm still a man
Got a soul program
I'm a pump my fist
I'm stayin' ready for this
And you can put this on Wish
I never stayed in ya buis'
And when I needed a ride
You wouldn't give me a lift
And now I'm poppin' my cris
You niggas all on my dick
I want to change the world
You want to change ya life
I wouldn't a put up a fight
If I knew it was trite
They say everything happin' for a reason
Can you tell me why these niggas bleedin'
Needin' general assistance
Out here needin' public housing
Out here trying to make ends meet
Tryna get on their feet
But see so cloudy
And I know what you don't know
You better get on your mission and get down for your dough
See the real niggas ready out here taken control
See I'm screamin' out Mo'
With my pockets on swoll
Please Mr. Postman, quit bringin' these bills to my house
Quit bringin' distrust to my spouse
Casuse I'm ready for the kill on look out, look out
If you niggas try to run up on the Bone
I'ma show you like this I'm a pull out my chrome
I don't want to have to send a nigga home
Lord please take me home
Come and take me home
Take, take me home
Cause I don't remember
Take, take me home
Cause I don't remember
Home, Home, Home, Home, Home
Home, Home, Home, Home, Home
Please take me home
When I'm lookin' at my money now
Livin' foul
I was runnin' wild, surviving
Cause I'm nine-to-five
And even puttin' overtime if I had to grind
I was stayin' up, slangin' up, hangin' up on the block
Duckin' the cops clocked on the night-shift
Didn't think I'd ever make it out, out, out of the ghetto
But we finally made it
Stay dedicated to the music we made yeah
Now it's on Bone Thug
Leave alone, came back the next year
Number one platinum song it blew up from the go
And what do you know (Oh no)
Eazy, rest his soul
Left us in the mess, I don't regret it
But we better get up and get it, go
Everything's gon' wrong
Especially Bone, it never been right
I knew it would of been on
We would of been tight
We would of been in the zone ridin' so high
Up in the game fire, does, lie
See we used to love makin' music
We was always in the studio, groovin'
We kept it movin', we was ready to do it (Right)
But you know I'm goin' through it
And ain't feelin this rap thing right now
They got me trippin' ready to flip
They got me trippin' ready to come get my chips
They got me trippin' loadin' the clips
They trippin', Lord I feel like I'm losin' it right
Now (Right now, now)
I'll never give in
I'll never give up
I'll let 'em live in
They sinnin'
They pretend to be tough (Pretend to be tough)
Pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
Hope nobody knows just too much
You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so,
We give 'em the dough
Fired out, laughin' up
When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
And to the grave, I been one of the brave
Not one of the slaves
And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake
On the television runnin' 'round tellin' niggas be ready for hate
Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake
The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection
His date is probably
Probably my mommy, song
Cryin' for the life of you gone
Just me and my destiny let's roll, let's roll
I'll never give in
I'll never give up
I'll let 'em live in
They sinnin'
They pretend to be tough (Pretend to be tough)
Pretend to be blessed
They want money and women, it's never enough
Hope nobody knows just too much
You better be good, you know up in the hood it's so,
We give 'em the dough
Fired out, laughin' up
When niggas died, niggas brought around nasty junk
And to the grave, I been one of the brave
Not one of the slaves
And I'll be one of the same, stay hatin' the fake
On the television runnin' 'round tellin' niggas be ready for hate
Guard Leathaface and the grin right up under my face
I steady debate the pain that I bring with hate
Sweet as the cake, I take another puff and shake
The smell of right it's all about guarding, guard the weak
Lost mommy, poppy left home
I miss Wish' Uncle Charlie
Sit list in the back tellin' his selection
His date is probably
Probably my mommy, song
Cryin' for the life of you gone
Just me and my destiny let's roll, let's roll
When I lost my Uncle Charlie a part of me went wrong
And it happened when the Bone was comin' up so strong
We just wanted him to see what we do
You motivated us at the shows we see too
And I really hope you live through what we spit on the song
You might have through somethin' hopin' nothin' like Bone
Like one said we'll never make it
Like two, thirty mil in they faces
Crossed over, back to the hood we souljahs
The music nigga make it back, scandlous
But faith kicked in and the world shows and we winnin' now
Gotta keep it comin' fool in my baby's mouth
And things have changed like relationships
Ain't did nothin', now you want to flip
Suin' people things you would've never made on your own
Now I want to stay, watch thug niggas leave the hood
Bye, think I'm home
Stick in the hood, mess with scrubs, it'll all be gone
You can really help a buster if it ain't meant to be
Wit a little ooh wee, wit a little ooh wee
I'm tired of tryin' to help these thugs
Lord just guide em' home, guide 'em home
Transmigration - Crematory(Sub Español)
The end of your time has come
A journey into your own self
I'll show you what good and evil rule
Hate is a form of love
Life is an unknown journey into subconsciousness
Of your soul where dreams became reality
Follow me into the light of the forgotten
Death is an entrance to another life
Neither time nor space can stop this circle
Emotion and feelings
The unreality of fear of the unknown
Transmigration - Transmigration
Transmigration
I am the door ahead of the long journey
I am the journey into the bright light
I am the light of your redemption
I am the redemption from nothingness
I am the nothingness before the end
The end of your time has come
The end of your time has come
A journey into your own self
I'll show you what good and evil rule
Hate is a form of love
Life is an unknown journey into subconsciousness
Into subconsciousness
Of your soul where dreams became reality
Follow me into the light of the forgotten
Death is an entrance to another life
Neither time nor space can stop this circle
Emotion and feelings
The unreality of fear of the unknown
Transmigration - Transmigration
Transmigration
The end of your time has come
A journey into your own self
I'll show you what good and evil rule
Hate is a form of love
Life is an unknown journey into subconsciousness
MOD SUN - “BONES” (OFFICIAL VIDEO)
I'm falling apart on the inside
I don't know who's telling me lies
So I'll hold my breath in the meantime
I'm falling apart on the inside, yeah
Hurry up and wait
It's a long way down
When you're losing faith
So hold on tight it's a fast ride in the end (in the end)
Say you want me one more time
Say you need me one more time
Before I go, you're all I know
I feel you inside of my bones
So say you want me one last time, yeah
So stuck in her ways, trapped inside the valley
She stay on the internet making it look like she happy
Her silhouette gets in the way of my shadow
Every conversation it turns to a battle (turns to a battle)
Hurry up and wait
It's a long way down
When you're losing faith
So hold on tight it's a fast ride in the end
Say you want me one more time (one more time)
Say you need me one more time
Before I go, you're all I know
I feel you inside of my bones
Say you need me one last time
Say you need me
Before I go, you're all I know
I feel you inside of my bones
Say you want me one last, one last time
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I Believe
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