Prompt: Who are you to wave your finger? You must have been outta your head Eye hole deep in muddy waters You practically raised the dead Rob the grave to snow the cradle Then burn the evidence down Soapbox house of cards and glass so Don't go tossin' your stones around You must have been high
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: Who is driving you away: is it destiny’s decision? Is it secret envy Is it open anger? Or is crime weighing on you Or friends slander is poisonous
Prompt: Who is driving you away: is it destiny’s decision? Is it secret envy Is it open anger? Or is crime weighing on you Or friends slander is poisonous
Prompt: full body shot of a samurai holding a katana, fight stance, dramatic, cinematic, traditional scene
Negative: samurai helmet, extra limbs
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Prompt: The atmosphere in the room suddenly became eerie, the cries of the horrible female ghost became more mournful, her pale arms suddenly stretched out and tightened their grip on the man, the scene was eerie and terrifying
Prompt: Must be the reason why I'm king of my castle why I'm free in my trapped soul why I'm king of my castle why I'm making examples of you
Prompt: Keep your 'lectric eye on me, babe Put your ray gun to my head Press your space face close to mine, love Freak out in a moonage daydream, oh yeah!
Prompt: Did you know yourself, from that deaf Universe Having reached our earthly shores, What news, what priceless pledge Delivered to us from future centuries
Prompt: Torn in timeListen to my words for onceDo you fear?Fear for a broken spell of lustTouched by a mortal sinnerRoar of massive illusion
Prompt: We venture into the foulest filth of the forlorn frontier, on the furthest fringes of civic corruption where crooked councils conduct clandestine collusions. Cubicles hold captive craven conspirators conjuring depraved deceits against citizens scrounging scraps in this sideshow land. Here nightmare narratives are nurtured in speakeasies swilling abscess absinthe at bowels of municipal machinery.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: cute animated pig going for a walk with a tall cute animated penguin holding hands. They are walking by ocen during sunset and the sky is filled with pink, purple, orange and yellow colours.
Prompt: dogs playing a ball on the beach, sunlight, sea waves, tourists, bubbles, best quality, high resolution, photography
Prompt: They step into the mansion, the air turning colder, a foreboding silence hangs in the atmosphere
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes and having writ Moves on nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it
Prompt: You and I are two different things One cloud's tears of water Let's break on the ground with rhinestones We'll scatter around and around... Endless downward desire Rewarded by the sun's gaze Brings joy to the grass You and I will be placed next to each other...
Prompt: come out Virginia dont make me wait you keeping weird hours its much too late scary spooky haunted house gives me chills want to hide where its warm and safe
Prompt: \"You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wakeup in your bed and believe whatever you want tobelieve. You take the red pill - you stay inWonderland and I show you how deep therabbit-hole goes. epicism volumetric fragmented distortionism glittercore \"
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: The Moving Finger writes, and, having writ, Moves on; nor all your Piety nor Wit Shall lure it back to cancel half a Line, Nor all your Tears wash out a Word of it.
Prompt: This is intellectual fraud these people are lying to you The same people that told you about weapons of mass destruction in Iraq to justify that invasion. Didn't know the first thing about it, yet they sent thousands of our sons and daughters to go die. The same people who told you the same in Afghanistan for the Taliban is still in charge 20 years later. 7 trillion dollars of our national debt due to these toxic neocons. You can put lipstick on a dick Cheney It is still a fascist NeoCon
Prompt: Woe to you, oh earth and sea For the Devil sends the beast with wrath Because he knows the time is short Let him who hath understanding reckon the number of the beast For it is a human number Its number is six hundred and sixty-six I left alone, my mind was blank I needed time to think To get the memories from my mind What did I see? Can I believe? That what I saw that night was real and not just fantasy? Just what I saw in my old dreams Were they reflections of my warped mind staring back at me? 'Cause in my dreams it's always there The evil face that twists my mind and brings me to despair Night was black, was no use holding back 'Cause I just had to see, was someone watching me? In the mist, dark figures move and twist Was all this for real or just some kind of Hell? Six six six, the number of the beast Hell and fire was spawned to be released Torches blazed and sacred chants were praised As they start to cry, hands held to the sky In the night, the fires are burning bright The ritual has begun, Satan's work is done Six six six, the number of the beast Sacrifice is going on tonight This can't go on, I must inform the law Can this still be real, or just some crazy dream? But I feel drawn towards the chanting hordes Seem to mesmerize, can't avoid their eyes Six six six, the number of the beast Six six six, the one for you and me I'm coming back, I will return And I'll possess your body and I'll make you burn I have the fire, I have the force I have the power to make my evil take its course
Prompt: What I've got, you've got to give it to your mamma What I've got, you've got to give it to your papa What I've got, you've got to give it to your daughter You do a little dance and then you drink a little water
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your masterI wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoastersI wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster'Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monsterI love you since this morning, not just for aestheticI wanna touch your body, so fucking electricI know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Prompt: Imagine an image of a weathered, authoritarian figure, perhaps an old-fashioned teacher or a stern-looking parent, standing tall with a pointed finger, symbolizing authority and control. Their expression conveys an uncompromising demeanor, demanding unquestioning obedience. The background could be dimly lit, adding a sense of oppressive authority. The setting suggests a rigid, unyielding environment where independent thought is discouraged.
Prompt: generate an image for a YouTube channel that deals with dark love and psychology trick with the name Obsidian Hearts engraved on the picture
Prompt: In a secluded chamber, a figure with twilight-woven hair is surrounded by a dance of bioluminescent lilies, conceptualized by Alan Lee and brought to life with the detailed realism of Craig Mullins. John Howe's dynamic lighting casts dramatic shadows, creating a ballet of color and form. (subterranean symphony:1.1)
Negative: inertia, starkness, simplicity.
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: If only I knew the secret Enchanted speeches I would have found out even by chance, Who wanders here at night
Prompt: You take the blue pill - the story ends, you wakeup in your bed and believe whatever you want tobelieve. You take the red pill - you stay inWonderland and I show you how deep therabbit-hole goes. epicism volumetric fragmented distortionism quantumcore
Prompt: We penetrate perilous places where public integrity perishes, stalking bacchanals where beleaguered bureaucrats gorge on ill-gotten gains. Backbench barons backbite former friends to further their rank, rippingRepresentation from people for personal power and plunder. Democracy decomposes as dignity dies in these demonic dramas at highest halls of hubris.
Negative: nudity
