Nordic Discord Challenge: Vecka 41 (43 sedan start), 2025 Genre: Industrial Gospel Theme: French existentialism ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ 🎵 NDC – NORDIC DISCORD CHALLENGE 🎵 The Scandinavian home for Suno creators & genre play ✨ Join us on Discord, create with us, challenge yourself! Open for all from 🇩🇰 🇸🇪 🇳🇴 🇫🇮 🇮🇸 🇬🇱 🇫🇴 🇦🇽 ⛰️❄️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆｡ ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆❄️⛰️⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved. # # ____ _ _ __ __ ____ ####### | |_] ) \ \ / / | _ \ / _ \ |_ _| # # |-----\ \ \ / / | | | | | | | | | | ####### | |_) | \ V / | |_| | | |_| | | | # # |___/ | | |___/ \___/ |_| 🔥 |_| I clock in to the void—no script, no crown. But there’s a pulse in the steel… I won’t bow down. Tonight I choose, then become—start with one small sound. Coffee rings on a chipped white mug, bus pass, key tag, shoulder-shrug; saved notes, passwords I forget, tiny brave choices— that’s how I’m set. Boots on the line, my name in chalk, breath, weight, friction— the wheel I walk; if truth’s a verb, I’ll make it sing, stacking my blocks into someone I bring. In the face of the blank, what do we do? We choose! When comfort sounds sweet, what do we prove? We move! When life looks absurd, how do we stand? We act—heart, voice, hand! From zero— to someone! By choosing— I become! Steel sings, hearts drum, I choose— then I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Playlists, keychains, dog hair on my coat, spare-change hope, a half-scribbled note; I try, I fail, I laugh— c’est la vie, authentic beats easy— I pick what’s true. The sum of me was zero— till I stacked blocks; habit with grace like interlocking locks. If meaning’s not given, then baby, it’s made— I sign with my hours, in sweat and in shade. What builds a “me”? Small faithful bricks! How do we start? We choose— it sticks! In all this noise? We raise our voice! What’s freedom then? To differ— rejoice! From zero— to someone! By choosing— I become! Steel sings, hearts drum, I choose— then I become! Life begins blank. Meaning? DIY. Authenticity over comfort. Absurd… mais oui. No one is the same. Each “me” is rare. Freedom is room to choose— and care. I won’t outsource my soul to chance— I DIY my meaning with a wrench… and a dance. From zero— to someone! (Stack it!) By choosing— I become! (Name it!) Steel sings, hearts drum, (Feel it!) I choose— then I become! (Be— come!) Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Who writes the meaning? We do! Who writes the meaning? We do! Freedom is knowing no one is the same; each “me” is special— I sign my name. From zero— to someone! I choose— then I become!I clock in to the void—no script, no crown. But there’s a pulse in the steel… I won’t bow down. Tonight I choose, then become—start with one small sound. Coffee rings on a chipped white mug, bus pass, key tag, shoulder-shrug; saved notes, passwords I forget, tiny brave choices— that’s how I’m set. Boots on the line, my name in chalk, breath, weight, friction— the wheel I walk; if truth’s a verb, I’ll make it sing, stacking my blocks into someone I bring. In the face of the blank, what do we do? We choose! When comfort sounds sweet, what do we prove? We move! When life looks absurd, how do we stand? We act—heart, voice, hand! From zero— to someone! By choosing— I become! Steel sings, hearts drum, I choose— then I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Playlists, keychains, dog hair on my coat, spare-change hope, a half-scribbled note; I try, I fail, I laugh— c’est la vie, authentic beats easy— I pick what’s true. The sum of me was zero— till I stacked blocks; habit with grace like interlocking locks. If meaning’s not given, then baby, it’s made— I sign with my hours, in sweat and in shade. What builds a “me”? Small faithful bricks! How do we start? We choose— it sticks! In all this noise? We raise our voice! What’s freedom then? To differ— rejoice! From zero— to someone! By choosing— I become! Steel sings, hearts drum, I choose— then I become! Life begins blank. Meaning? DIY. Authenticity over comfort. Absurd… mais oui. No one is the same. Each “me” is rare. Freedom is room to choose— and care. I won’t outsource my soul to chance— I DIY my meaning with a wrench… and a dance. From zero— to someone! (Stack it!) By choosing— I become! (Name it!) Steel sings, hearts drum, (Feel it!) I choose— then I become! (Be— come!) Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Oh-oh— I choose, I become! Hey— I choose, I become! Who writes the meaning? We do! Who writes the meaning? We do! Freedom is knowing no one is the same; each “me” is special— I sign my name. From zero— to someone! I choose— then I become! © [2025] #ByDOT🔥- All rights reserved.
