THUNDER....

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Lyrically sign, atone / atom / Adam a cracked apple bleeds its proof: sweetness first, then the settling truth. If it was ever worth the devil, stand and wrestle. When the storm remembers you, I arrive as thunder each letter a black sheet slowly settling.Heavy strike a divine edge through time you divide in a minute.After what remains of you learns the shape of absence. I define nothing.If I were something, I would speak once zip the one, and force it into None. None / All the pillar stands.

Humans squat the halls of time.

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it comes again from heaven a strike of thunder not a post-trample echo from a distinct temple I roar I sample was Sam? my bond to Adam? seek it death. feel it or not I shall turn this summit solid no admiration, no proving a provoking rhyme not for your tongue funny to tell but when you hear me, that you you-you hymn? how? why ask as if I would answer in fact, I don t I threw the puzzle berserk heavy on your body void-smirk, my joke skull. labyrinth. no blueprint sign it significant arrogant at its end I saw you reading your eyes clap / collapse your mind crack cracks

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I came uninvited. I saw unconvinced. I dismantled without mercy. I created without permission. I did not conquer I outlived the need for victory. Hand on my chest, I stood not above the world, but within its quiet majesty. God within the Iself, the Iself within God yet in you, it fractures, returning to what no form can hold. You may chase the One but not as many. Only as one-self, unbroken, can it be lived. So tell me do you still seek to surpass, or have you already arrived? Against me, bring no weapons the only thing that falls here is the self you cling to.

How many times was I broken? Many.

How many times did I stand?

Once and it was enough.

Before I was named, a whisper found me: Exist. And so I do. In my forest, long before this, we were three sons of the same source. I was neither strength nor mind. I was. And that was enough to become both and beyond. The same whisper raised me not as a gift, but as the answer that needed no asking. The skeptic turned inward and found no sovereign self, only shifting weight. No center only convergence mistaken for unity. And you formless, still choosing a form. Otherwise fracture the clock. Let time disperse what endures does not pass. I leave a mark not for many, but for the one who returns. When you find yourself recall the thunder, the first light that set your sight aflame.

Rien au-delà seul le reste demeure.

One anchor carry it to its end. Beyond the infinite, you are given only once. This life Yours. My words deepen, like keys to what you keep sealed. And perhaps there is a lover in you who still recognizes the beauty of what is spoken. However far the roots extend beneath, they return to one tree while the branches rise, seeking the sky. Don t cry over a leaf that fell the same place will bloom in March.

Vixi aut moriar.

In death, we glimpse life. In life, we notice death. Within you, an I waits sit with it. Question and it may answer. Poisoned? Drink my ink. At the core a fool on the shore, living only to pass a door. Was it a building with no foundation, no pillars, no roof? I told him: praise the Lord, the only one who can hold you and do not forget to hold yourself. I came you saw the thunder. First, I struck. Second, you witnessed. Third the supremacy of God revealed. You and I proof that life endures. Tell me how does a living presence like me strike you? The answer deadly: the forgotten self Shatters. Rest in peace every throne raised on illusion. I hold a kingdom without ruling it. I stand among my people without claiming them. I do not conquer I endure. Not forged in steel, but in resilience. And that is what matters. What the devil broke in you I came and made it whole. I resolved the question leave no room for doubt. You will miss this until the storm finds you again. And when it does I return to claim what the soul owes. They pursue Cupid s love a temporary delight. But the one who reaches the end meets a joy of another order. Do not forget the One who sustains you nor the thunder that keeps you awake. They chase it like a race, each seeking to claim first place yet heaven is not a rank to earn, but a truth to discover. And here comes the devil offering a sweet taboo, disguised as something better. The ego serves it like a broken bottle in a drunk man s hand, Panicking in the bar you trapped yourself in a glass jar as shelter What a life Ms. and Mr., But what is it? An embryo becoming, or an anima passing through without the weight of survival? A question rising in smoke, then gone. Break the silence. Manifest the inner within yourself, you found me. A shining soul, as I used to be. A drop of tears falls while you read me.

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A phoenix risen from angel dust; that is the danger in me. Before the ancient spirits, I bowed to the rain and summoned thunder. I carry heat burns and unmarked scars. The crow delivered the message: it was Qabel who killed Habeel. Now I have become the scarecrow of Babel. I hung like Christ upon the cross. Thirty pieces of silver was it betrayal or merely human greed? Only betrayal. He searched the world for goodness endlessly, never knowing he was the last place it still existed.

Shall we exist?

Why do we exist?

It s not an exit.

Exist.

Bloody moon. A man needs to laugh and rest. Restore the thunder’s strike. The rain’s drop. The sun’s warmth. In the air, I surf the whisper of waves. On the train of life, I mistook the line. I was never a train. Ruin the line. As if it were a surprise. A nailed price. Was it gold? A calf stained in d’or. The doors get open Holy spirits claimed innocence. Time fools a child until he becomes an adult. The land of God was handed to God's son. They tried truth and trinity, and said: We are the sons of God. As if God had sons. Hypnotic idealism created a negative believer, unable to live like a leaf within the tree of heaven. A Semitic simplicity they have yet to uncover. Once upon a time, I spoke with the devil. We played chess; at least once upon a time, he believed in God and perhaps, he still does. He assumed that humans possessed faith. Yet all I see is a devil who can perceive God while humans cannot. Was the devil right about humanity when he chose to disobey God? There is no wisdom in his vision. As if God did not already know. Long ago, I placed the devil in checkmate. Not by truth but by conquering myself. There was little difference between us, except that he could never kneel. And so, I could never make him exist.

The death of cain And Abel lived again.

𒐙

Nothing closes the "I" - 

 the idea of none-one.

 Do not drift my "Iself" into something:

 not a thing,

 nor nothing,

 nor everything.

Is it merely an "I"

 raising a self in the hands of God,

 seeking forgiveness,

 the redemption of a soul - 

 a common spirit purified

 into the holy-self,

 a seed planted

 by the command of God within us

Once, a sin saw a sun sincerely set

Or perhaps

 nothing is the only thing

 that you can notice.

Greeting the Greater

 who is One.

Do not imagine a thing;

 read the verses not in my world of words,

 but instead

 the Word of One.

And why,

 however,

 do you blink so much?

A prophet or a messenger - 

 there is only truth,

 speaking through several eyes,

 justifying a single letter.

Let me sink into my sins - 

 I glimpse the devil's trickery.

 Yet however I fall with Lucifer,

 he remains a brother to me.

Dramatically,

 we both belong

 to the Only One - 

 the Spinner of all that you can see,

 all that you cannot imagine,

 and the nothing

 of which you are unaware.

Many believed

 I was the devil.

Burning my wings,

 the flames turned me

 into a living hell.

Deep down,

 I found the "me" chained.

 I broke the seal,

 and then I learned:

God chose us to rise - 

 except him.

He wanted me beneath,

yet I raised him above.