Last serenade, bitter lemonade
All is fine, all is good
A one-eyed tiger is flying south
March in Golden Lagoon, happened too soon
under the light of the naked, hollow moon
Life is childish drawing in sweet cartoon
Sin and torment, with me for a moment
picture and blue dreams taken by malevolent sin
Entangled Spiral loosened up, violently went viral
tyrannical images in black and white
sounds of the future set aside, for a while
confused crow looking for her pride
beggar in the gutter begging for a new divide
Loud Life and wicked death, daily broken drowning bread
Slippery Slope, the world lost in speechless, euthanizing hope
insane Loud mouth, words can not be found
the situation of the mind, thieves that are kind
Time, time singing like an evaporated translucent vine
Can this dream be mine?
I only dream in black and white
Do we have enough time, left?
Is all this just a giant theft, are we all being misled?
Falling screaming tomorrow, endangered roars of yesterday
another Friday, maybe Monday
Would I care if it’s just another Sunday?
Days passed by, everything on the line
Sun in Moon all is fine, in this wicked cartoon
Love dwells in my heart, the world is again mine
signs of sunshine, stories of divine
My heart still beats, all is fine
Souls on fire, headless moth broken with desire
the red-eyed owl that aspires
Prisoners of broken dreams lay naked before confused sin
Just another night, bathed in hated spin
All falls before the power of the will
Killing fields, sadness that always oddly kneels
Cabaret of Open Hearts, the sunset that eternally marks
New life born in a thousand rain of sparks
the light that never knew silhouettes in the dark
Twilight of the Gods, No Love Lost
Midnight of the last song,
The words that are spoken are clumsy and many times just wrong
The world that doent’t belong, another brick in the imaginary wall
Another Death of the Useless Law
All in this is one song, pretending to be strong
Can I be so wrong?
is there nobody who can be told?
Cold tear shatters, so long…
Live that matters, the reason why
Superheated hearts can fly
Red and white colors that nullify
Creation, deviation, imagination, purification
all born in taintless fruit of passion
all thrown the next day away with new more colorful fashion
The right to choose is next-day approval to abuse
sences that always lose, art without the right muse
Trigger warnings for better understanding
Blind Death comes without a warning
I wake up, born in another mourning
Life is a wild treasure, a naked smile wrapped in constant pleasure
Will we meet again?
even if the blue aking sky is slain in vain
why all I can feel now is dressed in numb pain?
Frequency hits the voice of new domain
Abel and Cain, thoughts feel so distant and ordain
I only dream in black and white, once more tempting fate
comming home late, swimming in the world of hate
another false gate, another misfired date
Words in black, life is slowly crawling back
My heart is pounding, Attack the crimson mistress in black
Ask her for the conclusive acts, bring home irrefutable facts
Another day is gone, are you still dancing alone?
is nobody on that damned phone?
Stary Road in my head, walking alive in the dead world
Nobody must know, nobody can be told
Sweet shadows and fallen dreams, broken on the sharp snow
chanting bone and hollow black marrow
calling for a Puncturing arrow
Cradle of Love, Odin will be done
The fire is felt in every bone, You are never alone
even when your candle burns out and you are finally done
The validation of souls, washed in golden memory of blood,
a new life born on the outskirts of a land called North
Evil must be fought, nothing is ever truly lost
Just go North,
Listen to a sweet song hidden in the memory of blood!
Forget everything, what, have you been told, Be bold
New life awaits for those who behave and live like true saints
Death has nothing on you, death has nothing on me
Embrace the fight and come and see and truly be
Knights charging against the night, death in sight…
So what?
It is the rock of the ages, a march of the invincible strangers
running wild, chasing specters in the frozen night
Bloodstained Swords dancing in the moonshine
razor knife, brothers riding by your side
heart and minds touching the divine,
Potent Nectar feels the soul, in your hand’s everlasting scroll
Life can never be cold, be your own lord
Find the sacred star, Your future is your undying sword
The reason why you have been born
The raging battle, love that can not die only slowly burn
Will this rebellious heart ever learn…
or must I wait for another “turn”?
THE SILVER BULLET THAT DESTROYS HELIOCENTRISM - Claimed "imaginary" galactic equator-video by CONCAVE HOLLOW CELLULAR EARTH
THE SILVER BULLET THAT DESTROYS HELIOCENTRISM - The claimed "imaginary" galactic equator is a literal magnetic bifurcation splitting the celestial sphere into two magnetic halves. The sun crosses this non-imaginary zone as it shifts back and forth between the seasons Video credit to LSC - (R.I.P.)
I hope this will be something interesting for your eyes and ears…14 min a long video.
I will use Substack as Twitter….I can write more and dont have to support the X Psyop with 8$.
Yes, I know who holds the reins here…it is all comming down anyway…all is in the open, all is there for those who can see… nothing is hidden anymore, no matter how hard “Nice people” try to hide things and facts.
DOLLAR DOLL AR/Ra
Yeah, the number 8 again…your thoughts, raped and plundered in a closed loop.
Micro is macro and vice versa….
I hope there is no misunderstanding, I will still write on Human, and I cant see stuff that will be written on another site that is tailor-made for readers of Human…LOL
And no I will not write for $, Trust me I could make $$$ on a daily basis with my writing if I wanted to be a good boy…
I am not here to be a Good Boy…I am here to tear this place down…Read Angel of Death written by some strange sometimes even funny guy…https://jackheartblog.org/wp/2023/07/angel-of-death/.html
I dont even like money, it feels wird in my hands…All I can see is paper….just paper with silly signs made by demented minds.
It is not evil, but man, what people will do for this paper is beyond disgusting…it really is.
If there are any mistakes,f it, this message is free….start writing then yuo can complain…and learn other languages…speaking one language is not anyone’s forte in any shape or form.
Maybe we should finish this “exemplary expose” with a song….