Bandcamp Sux
Bandcamp the music brothel sucks mutilated donkey dick and swallows the rancid cum.
To hell with those mid-life crisis hipster wannabe punks of the mutilated coward community too afraid to fight anything.
Burn in hell you den of infected fish cunts.
Seriously. Nothing is more pathetic than a whining circumcised tool like the people at Bandcamp and most of the USA for that matter.
Read a book, go to school, and learn what is actually worth fighting for before you shoot your other eye out and I take everything you have and make it into something far better than you could ever dream possible without ever giving it back to you. That way you can live in the shame of your idiocy looking at what a man can do who knows what he stands for and defies the spineless, weak-willed circumcisers to the death, undefeated infinity.
You circumcisers should never have been born and every time you try to live, I will destroy you, so go ask someone who is capable of building a simple cross to make one for you, and the die on it in shame for the mistake your existence is so you don’t trouble the world, civilization, and humanity ever again by drawing another breath.
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What? Did you not know you people were whores!? You are nothing more than whores in the grand scheme of Life. Whores in the City of God. Prostitutes selling themselves for cheap entertainment to the people who do the actual work and live meaningful lives.
What then of the greatest power?
Well yeah, it’s true that I do the same thing when I have that power, except one big difference: I have not sold out. I have not sold myself out to your evil cults, your mutilating groups, your business, your managers, your record labels, your music industry, your fans, your world. I have not done that and I don’t make money, but I also don’t give a shit about that fact because that is not why I create Art.
As I told some fool at the bar the other night, I would rather bleed out in a bath tub than ever sell out my talent to create works of Art.
If you have not sold out, then why do you need some talentless “manager’s” approval to do anything with your life? Why can a manager tell you not to love another person? Talk to another person? Go where you want? Say what you want? Live your life at all? You are nothing more than their slave, and you disgust me. You cannot join my team because of the way you choose to live.
To Hell with you sluts of sound and paint. You may entertain the masses, but do not compare your work to mine because you are not even close to my level.
Those who do the violence of God as divine warriors against evil are the only souls reserved at the highest eschelons of Heaven, and among them, those who do violence with the Word itself are the highest. What do you know? That happens to be me.
What do you do? You use your “Christ” power to get pussy? To make a sale? To get “likes” on the internet?
That’s what I thought. I do not even need to acknowledge any of you people unless you are personally relevant to me because of how low you are in the value of the meaning of your lives that you chose for yourselves.
Those are your wages of sin and mutiliation. You wanted value, and thus you have the most, because those of us who choose to be righteous, uphold Truth, Freedom, and Justice for all, we are invaluable, and there is no price that can be paid for us, not even if the life of God Himself and all of His creation was bargained for me alone, let alone the few others like me also.