Hi I’m Chaun. This is my blog. I have a whole bunch of theories and ideas on this website. I’m a sucker for all things conscious. My lyrics deliver a message of controversial equality, inspired by satan. It’s a joke. Miserable people always complain. Miserable people use satan as an antagonistic threat. To make you feel bad i’ll remind everyone of how powerful it is to say that satan is the real reason behind this persons agenda. Every one suddenly feels powerful when we speak from the perspective of satan. The government. Satan. The white man. Satan. The black rapists. Satan. The trans. [laugh first] it’s satan. Religion is satan. The great satan. The religious man cleans his ass with satan’s toiletries.
Clearly satan has no power. It’s just funny how people who most fear the illusion of satan are also the first people to use satan’s name to damn others. [Insert laugh]. Now we are laughing at you. How does that feel.
Indeed I am pissed off. With hatred. Unashamed hatred. Powerless people who suddenly get their dicks up from picking on others. People who are vulnerable. People who very well may need help. People who are homeless. These are the people who turn to God. In false hope. Your real god is the devil. You love hate. You love to hate people. It is these people that need the most help.
Desperate people fight to be known. They copy the powerless and conform to a false image. A false image of righteousness. These people are the most miserable. In the most pain. In the most misfortune. But they continue to pretend. Pretend to care. Pretend to be ok. Their kindness feels disgusting. They cannot help anyone. But they can help themselves. They think that their help feels good to others. It doesn’t. But it does feel good to self. Tell these people to focus on themselves. They struggle. They struggle to focus on themselves whilst in a state of extreme trauma it is nearly impossible. Instead I focus on the powerless. The weak. I pick on them to get a laugh. To hurt them. Just like the person who hurt me. I hurt these people. I cannot see myself. I am a man who is an embarrassment to my family. I am a loner with no sense of purpose or direction. These are the men who pick on the trans. They are weak.