Name: Rose Gold by 369King
Duration: 7 min 5 s
Description: Rose Gold is about spitting bars or go home. The Tune pushes you. Enjoy

Rose Gold is about spitting bars or go home. The Tune pushes you. Enjoy

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Rose Gold

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Felijia the soul of an everlasting narcissist. She runs wild in the deep world of the unfortunate.

Once upon a time, in a realm hidden far beyond the reach of ordinary mortals, there lived a peculiar soul named Felijia. She was not your typical denizen of this mystical world; instead, Felijia was the embodiment of an everlasting narcissist.

In the ethereal land she inhabited, the souls of the unfortunate were bound to wander for all eternity. These souls, with their tales of heartache and despair, had been cast into this mystical abyss as a consequence of their own deeds in the world of the living. Yet, amidst the anguish and torment of this realm, Felijia thrived.

Her existence was a paradox—a bright spark of self-love in a dark sea of sorrow. She reveled in her own beauty and brilliance, constantly admiring her reflection in the mirrored waters of the River of Lamentations. As she gazed upon her reflection, she would often say, "I am the most radiant soul in this wretched place. These pitiful souls should be grateful for the privilege of witnessing my magnificence."

Felijia's vanity knew no bounds. She would wander the deep world of the unfortunate, not to console or empathize with the lost souls but to demand admiration and adoration. She would approach the sorrowful spirits, their faces etched with anguish, and say, "Bow before me, for I am Felijia, the epitome of perfection. Your woes are but a backdrop to my splendor."

The unfortunate souls, trapped in this realm through their own misdeeds, had no choice but to comply with Felijia's demands. They would reluctantly praise her beauty and grace, even as their own suffering continued unabated. They knew that to deny her the affirmation she sought would only invite her wrath, and her words could be as cutting as the jagged cliffs that surrounded their dismal world.

As the eons passed, Felijia's narcissism grew unchecked. She became more obsessed with her own reflection, spending days and nights gazing into the River of Lamentations. Her arrogance knew no bounds, and she believed herself to be the only thing of worth in this bleak expanse.

But as it often happens in stories of the otherworldly, a reckoning was on the horizon. The other lost souls, weary of Felijia's endless vanity and cruelty, secretly plotted to break free from her grasp. They conspired to find a way out of the deep world of the unfortunate and into a realm where they could find redemption.

One moonless night, when Felijia was lost in her own reflection, the souls made their move. They summoned all the strength they could muster, a collective force born of desperation, and pushed against the boundaries of their existence. With a surge of power, they shattered the enchantment that held them captive.

As the boundaries crumbled, the lost souls found themselves free, leaving behind the deep world of the unfortunate. Felijia, too engrossed in her own reflection to notice, was left behind, her cries of indignation fading into the distance.

The souls, now released from the prison of their own making, embarked on a journey towards redemption, seeking a new beginning far removed from the narcissistic shadow of Felijia. They had learned that true beauty lay not in vanity but in empathy, not in self-obsession but in compassion.

And so, in the deep world of the unfortunate, Felijia remained, forever trapped in a cycle of self-admiration, oblivious to the lessons learned by those she once tormented. In the end, it was not the allure of her own reflection but the power of collective redemption that triumphed in the mystical realm beyond mortal ken.

Felijia

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Reborn with the Full Lion’s Armour created from the boiling blood of Horus that’s shiny in Rose Gold. Purely in full control of the Illumanting melodies that will touch and heal your broken soul just as crushed as I was in my fucken comma. Amen!

Rose Gold

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