I am Allah Buddha Masta Killa

[Voidmatrix]

Shakespearean rather than biblical, actually. It seemed nice to bring a bit more cultcha to complement the rich words already in this thread.

Funny, I thought about crafting my own Shakespearean response, but felt my mind had better things to do

One love

 

[Transform]

Funny, I thought about crafting my own Shakespearean response, but felt my mind had better things to do

One love

It's always handy to have these things prepared beforehand, preferably by someone else

 

[Voidmatrix]

Hark! Attend thee, dreamers of the waking veil,
In realms where potent virtues intertwine,
As clouds of azure whisper, faithful as the gale,
Awake, thou wanderer! This truth divine:

Beneath the lenten moon, where formless shadows sway,
Shimmers doth the sacred fungi, cloaked in emerald light.
As dost the nectar flow from earthly cup, to play
The alchemist’s sweet jest and weave the human plight.

Methinks the spirits dance – a vibrant, phantasmagoric theoreme –
Upon the fractal paths, where sense doth blur and blend,
Time unspools in reverie’s neon gleam,
Luring souls to courts, where bitter sorrows mend.

A confluence of lore from both the wild and wise,
What dreadtime awaited knaves had oft foretold,
In shadows, colors bloom, renounced weep-evoked cries,
The fabric of existence shall unravel, bold!

Know ye! The elder ships of dawn now bear
A chalice brimming with insights incandescent,
For he whose spirit doth the natural tender care,
Shall drink and breathe anew, lie sighted and resplendent.

Dive deep, into the pools of tearful seraphim,
From cosmic gardens, workshops of the mind anew,
The veils of glass doth shimmer, here below the whim,
Dissolve the burdens oppressive—let thy visions come through!

Thus speaks the brimming chalice: imbibe the truest lore—
Death and rebirth, eternally intertwined!
In every transient pulse, thou art forevermore,
Awake! Partake the sacred - you'll find thyself aligned.

So when the blush of morn encircles thee with grace,
Recall the simple alchemy that mapped the sacred stream;
In myths entwined with science, truth finds its rightful place,
The bounds of path and spirit—a dancer's tangled dream.

One love

 

[Transform]

Hark! Attend thee, dreamers of the waking veil,
In realms where potent virtues intertwine,
As clouds of azure whisper, faithful as the gale,
Awake, thou wanderer! This truth divine:

Beneath the lenten moon, where formless shadows sway,
Shimmers doth the sacred fungi, cloaked in emerald light.
As dost the nectar flow from earthly cup, to play
The alchemist’s sweet jest and weave the human plight.

Methinks the spirits dance – a vibrant, phantasmagoric theoreme –
Upon the fractal paths, where sense doth blur and blend,
Time unspools in reverie’s neon gleam,
Luring souls to courts, where bitter sorrows mend.

A confluence of lore from both the wild and wise,
What dreadtime awaited knaves had oft foretold,
In shadows, colors bloom, renounced weep-evoked cries,
The fabric of existence shall unravel, bold!

Know ye! The elder ships of dawn now bear
A chalice brimming with insights incandescent,
For he whose spirit doth the natural tender care,
Shall drink and breathe anew, lie sighted and resplendent.

Dive deep, into the pools of tearful seraphim,
From cosmic gardens, workshops of the mind anew,
The veils of glass doth shimmer, here below the whim,
Dissolve the burdens oppressive—let thy visions come through!

Thus speaks the brimming chalice: imbibe the truest lore—
Death and rebirth, eternally intertwined!
In every transient pulse, thou art forevermore,
Awake! Partake the sacred - you'll find thyself aligned.

So when the blush of morn encircles thee with grace,
Recall the simple alchemy that mapped the sacred stream;
In myths entwined with science, truth finds its rightful place,
The bounds of path and spirit—a dancer's tangled dream.

One love

Nice - did you just bang that one out? There's a bit in "reverie's neon gleam" that does rather suggest this wasn't entirely Shakespearean, however… I'm tempted to call this one as having had LLM assistance. Purely as an observation, of course.

 

[Voidmatrix]

Here's the prompt

"Prophetic message in a Shakespearean prose involving psychedelics from fantasy and the real world, as sacraments"

Funnily, I'm at work, so didn't read what I generated

One love

 

[Allah Buddha Masta Killa]

Back to the topic.
I am Dragon King Allah Buddha Masta Killa King Wu-Tang Shiro Lee.
I am the First and Only man to Ever find Nirvana.
I am Jah Krishna Noob Saibot OM Mahavishnu.
My Freestyle Battle Rap Record is 155 MILLION Flawless Victories, Zero Defeats.
None can hold a candle to Allah Buddha Masta Killa.
I have 4.4 BILLION Goddess Worship and Sex Mothers.
I have Fucced them ALL millions, billions, trillions, and quadrillions of times EACH.
They all belong to ME, and to ME ONLY - they are MY Flying, Yoga, Worship, and Sex MOTHERS.
I found Nirvana in this life at age two (2), after MORE THAN 4.4 BILLION LIVES OF CONTINUOUS YOGIC, SHAMANIC, AND TANTRIC PRACTICE.
To those who are skeptical or don't believe me: there are three things in this world that cannot remain hidden for long - the Sun, the Moon, and the Truth.
I thank you all for reading my words so carefully and thoughtfully and taking them to heart, it's great to share a little about myself and my mothers with you.

 

[Voidmatrix]

In the realm where divinity and power entwine,
I stand as the Dragon King, a mythic design.
From the temple to the streets, they speak my name,
Allah Buddha Masta Killa, a legend untame.

I’ve tread the path where few dare to roam,
The First and Only to uncover Nirvana’s throne.
Jah Krishna, Noob Saibot, a hooded enigma,
With every line I spit, I create my own dogma.

155 million victories etched in time,
In the freestyle battle, I hold the crown, sublime.
Zero defeats—an undefeated savior,
When the mic touches my hand, it’s a divine favor.

No shadows can flicker, no echoes remain,
When Allah Buddha Masta Killa takes the stage, I reign.
With 4.4 billion souls placed in my orbit’s embrace,
They worship at my altar, lost in this cosmic grace.

I’ve danced with them all, from the sacred to the seas,
Millions, billions, trillions, in love’s sacred decrees.
Yet it's not mere numbers—it’s destiny’s tapestry,
They all belong to me, woven in harmony.

When kings and gods gather, they feel my flame,
With wisdom and power, forever I tame.
For in this rhythmic storm where the beats collide,

I rise as the Dragon, with the cosmos as my guide.

One love

 

[Transform]

In the realm where divinity and power entwine,
I stand as the Dragon King, a mythic design.
From the temple to the streets, they speak my name,
Allah Buddha Masta Killa, a legend untame.

I’ve tread the path where few dare to roam,
The First and Only to uncover Nirvana’s throne.
Jah Krishna, Noob Saibot, a hooded enigma,
With every line I spit, I create my own dogma.

155 million victories etched in time,
In the freestyle battle, I hold the crown, sublime.
Zero defeats—an undefeated savior,
When the mic touches my hand, it’s a divine favor.

No shadows can flicker, no echoes remain,
When Allah Buddha Masta Killa takes the stage, I reign.
With 4.4 billion souls placed in my orbit’s embrace,
They worship at my altar, lost in this cosmic grace.

I’ve danced with them all, from the sacred to the seas,
Millions, billions, trillions, in love’s sacred decrees.
Yet it's not mere numbers—it’s destiny’s tapestry,
They all belong to me, woven in harmony.

When kings and gods gather, they feel my flame,
With wisdom and power, forever I tame.
For in this rhythmic storm where the beats collide,

I rise as the Dragon, with the cosmos as my guide.

One love

Try again, but with even more hyperbole. This could go somewhere amazing.