Keep hearing hurling sounds like hisses of witches way beyond darkest of the shadows. Sometimes I’m on top of a plato virtually; wild thoughts became wild horses, ran by vicious shepherds without their flocks of sheep’s nor dog’s. Snakes became visible on the ground once all the edges cutted don’t and the grasses. Crosses carried after been stoned by hypocrites even on their own word/ verbs. Still felt rain while sitting inside; bloodshot eyes, sold my pride nor more place left to hide. Still taking pictures of my shadow that connected me with architects on Ephraim. Not known as a wiseman but experiences have dawn grey, hair changed colors secrets became well-known. Stayed up since 273D to 374B, some 288 got charged with lewd conducts; 311- 314 were secrets but got raps for indecent exposure.
Still listening to the sounds of thunders that’s playing as tracks in the allies via frequencies more frequently. 1 of the beast that walked with me, behind me and beside me as reflection of Kane vs. Abel. Harlots rang as hard as rain as barbajoni( family) peirced wounds to flesh eating words from hell. Rats dug tunnels, chew through some cables but yet still none infinite damage sustainable. Needed shoring applied plus crosses started down south to the north. Son Of A Man on Ephraim and Thy Father from the 3 rd heavens salvation begun, then rose from east to west. Even if a word “spell wrong” echoed in the character of “Titus” voice’s. Now, I’m walking masked up with a smile on my face to erase the pain mixed via hurt. What Wiggles in your brain? Exousia? Exousia? Exousia?
