The corridors, of that black nightmare. When your soul was raped, in your death.
The sound of the devil, was the first line. In the background, a Mega Man. Shooting his blast, his color is blue. The music alters, I speak it’s colors. In the name of death, I seek for Mary, and the celestial. The child, that will teach humanity.
Mother. There used to be a cosmic warrior. The music suddenly turns so beautifully.
Saying the words “if.” Goddess, with her Trident. A base so that I may heal.
Like the celestial child of celibacy. Away from the apolypse. Gather our warriors.
Shepherd, the scope man. Â To the Death in Holy Mother of Light.
Resuscitate. We are in iron chain. Cain versus Abel.
An abyssal bowl. The song cascading, the free fall is nightmare.
A black van parked in front of my house. Fuck it, pack another bowl.
The card that is hanged in real life time. Celestial, I still wait.
Tonight. Right now. Your name. In the archives. One more second and I am dead.
My next breath, a decade breath. Atomic, I am the Brother of Death.
I have nothing left. I wonder who I am. Tell me, who you are.
Divinity down the drain. Like a Yoshi, skeleton companion. Skipping through the beautiful beats. He wants to the sky. He wants to reach the alpha. But he is the skeleton. And I don’t have any more Omni….. forever. Number five, for goodbye.
man…..
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“Area 51 Phone Call to radio” video.
Extra-dimensional beings.
Deciphering the cosmic possibility.
….
Extra-dimensional beings.
They’ve made contact. Was it a black voice.
It reached, through technological beacon. A voice, heard in the cosmic sound.
The birth of our Modern civilization.
He cannot touch you. He can control you, possess you.
The ancient past of the ancient vast.
The one. That wanted to live immortally.
Deciphering possible outcome.
Calling to the skull. Agent Scully.
Was there a scene where Fox was dripped and pooled in black … dripping.
The end. The final….. It never made it to the show.
Cosmic sound. Warrior. What happened to Mulder. The Knight.
Of the dark night. Globed, in our fish bowl.
Playing Yoshi in the game “STREET OF RAGE.”
The master of Genesis. Saving the year 3000.
Skipping back to the beautiful sound. “Calypso.”
The skull, I summon you. In the name of your heart.
If the transmission, call for me, her name.. because I can’t.
Call her name six times if you must. Do not count.
In the name of goodness; become.
The American side is where I call to you, from the other orck town.
Become; in the steps of the alpha.
Metropolis and Gotham Heights.
Is Gotham then, the New York. Then you are the Bat.
Then I am the Nightmare Superman.
Echoing in the Phantom Zone.
A collective consciousness, a child of oneness.
The white. The world is black. Ancient forepast, warned us of the dark path.
That Evil, lurked. A million man, fallen in the chain of Cain.
The Indian man. The Black man. Humanity, the despair.
No sword…… without a leader. The gold. The crown.
We the people, can choose our lives. Together, we can change the world in one day.
We will shut down the power, and retake over with our hands.
Save me. Teach a child. Resurrect… “God.”
To the mountain…
Finally. Last bowl.
Genie in a bottle.
A beautiful bottle.
Purged out a butterfly.
A one minute song coddle.
Against the vast of universe.
Sets in the sound of chaos.
And the black blood. Skips the beat to 8:43.
What is a malachite, or amanita.
Two new words I found typing mamacita, because of what was the next sound.
Haven’t read a brain since sophomore year.
Malachite, holy ….. wiki. Etymology and history.
In Latin – melochitis. In French – “melochite.”
I can read it, but most of all I can understand it; the word.
The information becomes … a smudge. And the truth.
The knowledge. The power. Lost. Wow………….
Amanita…… Lol. The magic mushroom…………………….
Super Mario, and the radish. Let us vagabond.
And decipher ………… this music that I hear.
Pointing to the cosmic beat. And now, back to the beautiful beat, of chaos.
Combined with the atomic queen. The iron horse, in chain to the Empress.
In the story of X-Files. Where the absurd is the truth.
I made it to the track on the album, the one with….
“The Area Phone call on radio show,” sample.
His voice. Falling down. He found out a truth. What did he find out.
Extra-dimensional beings. They are not what they claim to be. Earlier precursor of space-program (but how long ago) made contact with. They have infiltrated….. ……………. a lot of the aspect of military establishment/or intelligence(?) His voice, falling along a defeated sound like the hero has died. Forgotten.
And now, the song changes. The last sound on the track.
…………………………………. The next spit is up to you.
Through the Atomic Wasteland. A world born at war versus the unknown.
The sound is beautiful. Don’t leave me here, on cinco de mayo…..
And the cosmic sound of…… Cthulhu…….
Melochitis …… La “melochite.” In French… that translates to potion/remedy/cure.
Man………….. The archives, stolen. Falling through abyssal.
because the music kept playing… but not me anymore