-Coronachan is the storm.

-We win.

-Fuck cabal.

-Andrew Gillum, LULZ.

 

Blessings to All anons.

 

Sheeeeeit.

 

A poem, for the quint of treys:

 

"A Throne For Light To Dwell"

 

A Throne For Light to Dwell

Is a story I wanna tell.

But one id really rather sell,

So Buy in!

Quit Tryin!

Ya' Lyin!

While i was cryin with a heavy heart,

Writin' Intros, preludes, chapters, acts,

Two:seventeen living parts.

Aint worried bout a finale, this is big picture art.

 

Bigger than just music, bigger than dope poetry.

The plan expands into mixed media,

you really oughta get to know me,

 

All the visuals, The whole damn theme,

& it was all preconceived.

no notions, just motion, spread through infinite galaxies, including you & me.

 

So take a gander,

Guarantee im thinking Grander,

Heavenly gifted, I aint gotta pander.

 

Its all Real, it aint faked, but it damn sure is staged. (For the whole world)

 

"Yo, Brandon, turn that Light" [off].

Lets build this Throne."

 

A Throne for Light to Dwell,

Somewhere Where "Hell," is nothing more than the prevailing Mindstate.

yo, let's build this Throne,

& we'll find ourselves @ Heaven's Gate.

(On Everything)

(I Swear)

 

I'm dealin with pure potential here,

The unknown, no concrete.

Am I comin in clear?

Talkin' bout Light on a throne,

With a mic and some headphones,

on a beat.

The liability, of an idea with abilities,

Gravity, covering the quantum state.

Introduce Order to Chaos, to allow for the possibility to relate,

Where Strings are always waves til observation takes place.

Go ahead, double check with your mad scientists and their experiments.

Better yet, read the texts, both religious & the mystic.

Cause I'm building a throne for light to dwell in our midst,

& sending this concept of "hell" straight out of this plane of existence.