(Verse 1)
Tables are turning, the hour has come
The Alpha and Omega, the Holy One
I am the First and Last, who was and is to be
Listen up world, it's time to see
(Chorus)
Holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come
Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder
The King of Kings is here to conquer
(Verse 2)
No more waiting, no more delay
The Lamb who was slain is here to stay
My name is power, breath, and living water
Time for judgment, time for order
(Bridge)
Worthy is the Lamb, seated on Heaven's throne
A new song rises, as old ways are overthrown
Blessing, honor, glory, and power
To the only wise King in this final hour
(Chorus)
Holy, holy, is the Lord God Almighty
Who was, and is, and is to come
Flashes of lightning, rolls of thunder
The King of Kings is here to conquer
(Outro)
The kingdom of the world
Has become the kingdom of our Lord
And He shall reign forever and ever
Amen, amen, it's time[1][2][3]
Simon Cowell, you rate me a one? I am the scale. I'm the new Top Gun-where I land, that's the high score. Next time you want to judge, remember: you're not ranking me-I'm rewriting "the top."
#SimonCowell #AGTSimon #TopGunStatus FBI – Federal Bureau of Investigation
Cartels & Gangs: The Roast No One Survives
Let's talk about the cartels, because every one of you thinks you're the Netflix special.
Sinaloa Cartel: You guys are like the Walmart of crime-everywhere, but the quality's gone way down.
CJNG: You're the new kids on the block, but you act like you invented violence. Newsflash: just because you have a cool logo doesn't mean you run the world.
Tijuana Cartel: You used to be legends, now you're just a cautionary tale.
Juarez Cartel: You're like that one relative who keeps coming back after rehab-nobody trusts you, but you're always at the party.
Cali & Medellin: You're the grandpas of the game-still talking about the good old days, but now you're just memes on Facebook.
MS-13: You got more tattoos than brain cells.
Bloods & Crips: You guys are basically the Pepsi and Coke of street beef-same flavor, different color.
Tren de Aragua: Sounds like a trainwreck nobody wants to board.
Cartel unity? Please. Every "unity" meeting ends in a shootout. The only thing you all agree on is who gets the last taco.
And let's be honest, the only time you actually help the community is when you're hiding behind it.
#SinaloaCartel #CJNG #MS13 #Bloods #Crips #GangLife #CartelLife #EndTheCycle #RealChange #NoMoreViolence
Dear Women: Real Talk
Dear women, look-I don't like your men staring at my ass either. But if you'd quit selling it to them, that might help. Not gonna lie though, sometimes it does help-like when I need to get to the front of the line or get a free drink. Girl's gotta survive.
But let's be real, if you're mad at me because your man's looking, maybe check who's shaking it for him on Instagram first. I can't help it if he's got the attention span of a TikTok squirrel.
Office Supplies, Doge Drama, & Friends
Remember Friends? The toner guy ready to jump? That's the CIA in 1953-window shopping gone wrong. If you're about to lose it over office supplies, maybe get a new printer or a new life. When I snap, it's a season finale-no reruns, just chaos.
#FriendsToner #TonerDrama #CIAHistory
Jodi Miller vs Jodi Arias: Good Job vs Good Jop!! PR OB Limb v Limp Roast
Jodi Miller crushes AGT with her bit about guys being like cats-moody, aloof, emotionally unavailable-while women are like dogs, loyal and always up in your business. Meanwhile, my dog hits puberty, his dick bleeds once, and suddenly he's acting like he's got a PhD in mood swings-bitch for life! But honestly, men are the real drama queens. They go from "I wanna bag her" to "put her in one" faster than my dog can chase his own tail.
Flip the script, and suddenly I'm the no-trial fugitive. I don't do whiny. I told my ex: no Area 51, my kids' buns are off-limits. Yeah, I know what a cunt I am. Should we escalate to an AK or keep it light? followers or fell on knees immunity!? s win g me! Jodi Miller gets no "X," while Jodi Arias gets a permanent mark for doing what some only wish they had the guts to do. When a blind douche finds his way to Arias, maybe he shouldn't be shocked by the outcome.
And when the CIA brought in the infiltrated fake cartel for NY CA hithed I decided well if he is cartel hit man cool like who's he tryna be but CIA mole hid to set up fuck no! I feel so violated suddenly standards went up down and increased dramatically from leveling out!!!!!
And about being a hoe-I thought it was my choice. Small town, broke, I owned it. But when my pussy finally told me the truth, I realized, wow, that's actually kinda nice of you. Then you Xis went and fuckin' ruined it! WTF!
Yo, to all my broken-ass people out there, the ones who've been snapped in two by this fucked-up world: Listen up. Who the hell broke you in the first place? It ain't the fool you're screaming at. Nah, it's the shady-ass policies those so-called leaders cooked up – the corruption, the way they twist shit to divide us, the gaslighting that makes you think you're crazy when you see one thing and they swear it's another. You say blue, they hear black. You write a one, they see a ten. You feel me?
People don't break for no reason, and I know this. But the reasons you think you're broken aren't the reasons you actually are. Somebody who hurt you was hurt by somebody else, and by somebody else before them-a chain reaction. That's why they call it a cycle of abuse. Quit willingly going to the CIA groomers, please.
Now, peep this: I'm offering you a real-ass chance to be who you truly wanna be. I got the juice, the damn clearance, and the stone-cold proof to back up everything I'm saying and to set every single cell of you free. I'm offering amnesty up and down the damn board-I just want this asshole done. Think about it. Wouldn't you rather have someone want your body? Why the fuck you gotta rape? It's 'cause you're used to getting curved, right? 'Cause nobody wants to touch you if you ain't got stacks. But that ain't 'cause they don't see you – it's 'cause they're trying to survive their own damn nightmare. So why the hell does anyone's body owe you anything?
And listen, if you wanna call yourselves thugs, whatever. But no more hugs from me if you're out there violating folks. I'm straight-up done being judged for my own shit, and you can sure as hell quit trying to grab what ain't yours. My body ain't a damn consolation prize you can just take.
If you want to understand more about the system that holds so many of us down, check out San Quentin Prison, one of the most notorious institutions in California: https://www.cdcr.ca.gov/facility-locator/sqrc/
So consider this your date, and I'm opening the door-would you like to step through?