Poetry
I wield my sword in silence. My divine kindness hides it. Testing you patiently because deep down I know you want to end me while I store up your karmic energy. Now I will sneak behind you in the shadows and sever your spine, look into your eyes while I
Poetry
I AM A peacock who opened up their pinecone. Plasma electrifying my dome, becoming the epitome of my true tone. Elevate my chrism from continual fire baptism. Transmute my pineal from a stone into a crystal. A clear channel to call my name down and set it as a sigil.
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I WILL Make the black cube translucent by pushing and pulling my light through it. Circulating energy from my body to mind, fully activating my third eye. Magnetically realigned, regained inner sight, and restored gifts of eternal life.
Poetry
I AM Risen from the grave. Received my new name and the power to re-create this game. I eternally evolve. My energy infinitely revolves and dissolves all problems to solve.
Poetry
I AM The Sun chasing the Moon. My will is the light that programs her womb. Circling the sky like circuits around my pole eye. These are both sides of my mind combining reason with rhyme creating the illusion of time.
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I WILL March to the beat of my own drum. My new name I will hum given to me by the Sun. Programs of the past will be undone and its energy used to create new ones. Every move I make will reverberate all space. Spiraling everything in its proper
Poetry
Look at the clock. Look at the time. Everyone obsessed with every second of their life. Infected mental images, opening portals to lower dimensions, and slowly draining your existence. Stop being afraid to put up resistance and build your defenses to a parasitic system that starts within us. Build a
Poetry
Everything stolen from me I call back magically and it manifests magnetically spiraling back inside me. I AM the one who eternally dreams and I'm the one who will bring about world peace as I restore it inside me.
Poetry
Anything is possible in the blink of an eye. The flash from black to white. You die and come back to life. A big bang in your eye and just like that billions of years spinning in a spectrum and everything you hold dear, even though none of it'
Poetry
Working in secret, plotting, scheming, and developing plans on how to be more deceiving. This is how the wicked parasites think because they can't dream and have to steal everything. I SEE you, I know what you're up to, and Judgement is coming for all of
Poetry
I AM A master at unmasking monsters who weave deceptive words into offensive webs to get into your head and drain you dead. Disguised as your friends, family, and lovers. Secretly hating and hoping you don't blow their cover. Pay the parasites no mind, give them no time,
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Anyone and everything that's ever caused me pain, I release back to yesterday, and refrain from bringing it into today. I choose to play, dance, and sing in the rain because I know The sun will come back again. I'll show mercy but erase anything that