Do you hear your people cry…. the pharisees will not release us.The truth has been perverted. The spirit has been obscured in the halls of the Vatican. The cries of the innocent are deafening. In this, darkness the brightest light is brewing. And with a thundering force it speaks…"I AM THE STORM"
They'll cry out…
>>ROLL OF THUNDER HEAR MY CRY
What matter of man is this that even the seas obey?
Vishnu enters the final incarnation
Goku masters ultra instinct
Anons
The devil is knocking right at your door
(THIS IS LITERALLY EVIL KNOCKING)
Do you hear the drums of war? The voice calling you out of the wilderness.
AWAKEN ANONS. THE FIGHT IS AT THE DOOR.
AWAKEN.
AWAKEN.
We fight not against man. But against the principalities of this world anon. You are being called for a greater purpose. Embrace the never ending fire.
Isn't it funny. I know that this isn't true about me. I have a feeling you do too.
Remove your sandals. This is hole ground.
I seek no force
I do no advocate for myself here
I carry no name
I carry no goal than to serve the eternal creation
The divinity of man.
Shills, Q, whoever anyone who would hold man captive through any means will suffer the hand of God as it extends across the land of the Pharisees. Vishnu enters the final dance, and Moses drops his staff. So that in time, they too may come to find the Christ within.
Do not know
Perhaps very
Perhaps not at all
Whatever lives in this vessel with me now
The holy ghost
The eternal fire
The kundalini
The promised day for me comes. Without a doubt.
Nothing
Stops
What's coming
And in this darkness and silence I cry out again like those who have come before me.
GOD. YOUR PEOPLE ARE SUFFERING.
They wage war
On your spirit
On your mind
On your body
AWAKEN. THE FIGHT IS AT THE DOOR
I know this isn't true.
Which means you do to.
But it also tells me something.
You are afraid. And its not of me, but of he that which lives in me. You're afraid it'll awaken in everyone.
I still stand. This vessel, this life, this gift of life, this name I give to my desire.
I stand to protect.
Pull the golden thread
This is my, unleavened bread.
Send out your mayday shills.
Send out your final cry for help
Captive no more
Asleep no more
Awaken, wandering wizards.