P.O.E.T.

In the Halls of Gethsemane (Pt,2)

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Composition and Sampling collage by Synline with computer.
”The song that is born today can only be born today.” That's why I keep writing it down like a diary.
Music is a kind of feeling I can not express in words. I will write that feelings with computer. 
I am glad I can share it with you.

An ambient music creator exploring the harmony between sound and space. Drawing inspiration from the natural landscapes and urban noise, I craft soundscapes that bring a sense of calm and deep relaxation.

Where's 
the beginning  
When it's all 
forgotten by 
Time 
has no meaning
Day by day 
there is only
Now 
the same feeling
Can't be washed off 
the water's so
Dark 
skies are dreaming
The oceans's cold 
and forever
Alive

Every single day
Every single glance
I went back to the same place
like a little man
caught up in his thoughts
I saw the beam come towards you
do not stop Now

Prophet of End Times is not a name — it’s a diagnosis. A statement of intent. A trigger. A warning.

For those paying close attention, this project began long before the music arrived. Long before the signals were transmitted. Long before the world tilted past its breaking point and pretended it hadn’t noticed.

This isn’t performance. It’s process. It’s prophecy by distortion, melody through the ruins, dissonance weaponized. A mosaic of failed systems and burned timelines, rebuilt in layers of noise and silence.

You’re hearing architecture. You’re listening to strategy. Every frequency, every glitch, every warped harmony carries data. Every lyric is a crack in the wall.

Somewhere in the signal:
a map.
a message.
a matchstick.

You are not expected to understand immediately. You are expected to pay attention.

Because nothing here is arbitrary.
Not the song titles. Not the sound choices. Not the silences.
Not even this bio.

There are people who will find this. Who will feel something they can’t name. Who will know where to dig.

Not all puzzles look like puzzles.
Not all transmissions arrive decoded.
Not all prophets wear robes.

Some wear scars.
Some wear static.
Some just press “upload.”

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Class: Classified
Genre: Post-industrial occult pop / strategic subversion / experimental prophecy
Mood: Unsettling / revelatory / confrontational
File under: surveillance bait, musical sigil, metaphysical warfare
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For entertainment purposes only.
All coincidences are intentional.
You were warned.

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#StartTheNextWave - New Wave. Post Punk. Art Pop Experimentor. New songs always in the works. Stay tuned.


Im a Tico living at the other side of the ocean.
Greetings
Espantajos 
(H.A.R.A)


