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Gooey

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curse,

Nostalgie und Traurigkeit

Der Bauer

I say sincerely 
Have I been saved at all 

Cause I don’t know what clothes to wear 
So I’ll feel like myself 
And I don’t wanna go anywhere 
Cuz I don’t want their help 
God I feel so miserable 
But in that am I close 
Swear I won’t take a minute more 
But everything just goes 

Hate the way we was raised so much 
That I made you call 
My mom she cry just like me 
I’m scared to get more involved 
I see the way things have changed 
Where every heart raised a wall 
can I love Jesus at all 
If I just stumble and fall 
Well if you’re falling on me 
Bet you’ll do anything 
To catch a vibe 
Like lose your life 
And just start playing God 
And no they don’t wanna see you now 
Cause you got heavens eyes 
Just let him fly 

Seething under me 
This need of change
I barely reach it 


I got ketchup on my clothes 
Cooped up 
In the same room where the child lived 
But the man’s locked in the basement 
Pleading out his mind for some patience 
But it’s wild how 
In a mild sense 
I can’t blame 
Anyone for my sins 
Shoulder on me is a wise man 
But a fools heart 
Make it pride then 

Imagination 
Is scarcely mine 
Who am I to entertain 
What waves my mind goodbye 
Yet when I chase a high 
God do you like it
Ain’t no greater 
Pain than when desire eats my mind

heavens eyes (michael harrison)

If don’t choose God 
Just shoot me up 
Lately I feared my faith 
I’d probably get dumped 
Because I’m biting my tongue 
With a life now confiscated 
If you ever show up 
I just wanna give blessing  
This time was precious 
Made my choice 
But my life was missing 
In your frail perception 

I’m in no rush to save a life 
It’ll be there 
Right there 
Just so happens you’re appointed 
For some time where 
You can stop and figure out 
The ones you have to live without 
Jesus makes memorial 
Of memories a minute loud
And where they are well 
No one knows 
A love I tend to dream about 
So much that I build a holy home 
With precious stone 
That’s fairly small
So god is sure to overflow it 

World inside your head 
In a way I see it clearly 
How we tower over them 
When they don’t even hear me 
Didn’t wanna hurt nobody 
Tried to make him kill me 
It’s just the wind though 
So keep me by the window 

Jesus you 
Swell my bedsheets 
I Bleed that I may know me 
This seat I take for my comfort 
Made to usurp 
How the Devil made peace with you 
And the family makes my mentions 
Crucified Christ 
So I’m upside down right now 
Maybe one day his sons 
Learn to look in my eyes 
Recognize they aren’t proud right now 

Ice on my wrist 
But it’s not the kind you know 
Ice on my wrist 
But it’s not the way I dreamed 
I see silence 
As a presence grew well known 
Mercy violence 
God suffer me in ease 

I want you here with me 
Heaven don’t wait for no one 
Although you wait me 
Pray so hard 
I’m weak for peace 

Devil may try to get back yuh 
Demons ain’t like my mental 
Maybe that spirit we lack 
I 
Crave a fat food like rental 
Gotta find my own way back 
Cleaning out death like dental 
Shawty I don’t tolerate shots 
Jah my scent like stencil yuh

YOU WAIT FOR ME

STAR LINE

Star Side Intro

Here are the first 3 songs from my mixtape, Rocket

All Hands on Deck

Rocket

Quite the Opposite

my lovers, two planks of wood. (INST)

I really wanna say sorry
For what I did
Cause it doesn’t make me
And I want to
Just tell you
But you won’t face me

Cause I think you’re quick to just say your regard
And I think you won’t
Leave a thread or a mark
And whether the time 
Seems to faze me
I’ll remember everything

Cause i could depend on what i know
And i could have had a shot at hope 
And whether it’s all you try 
And you know what’s next
Well I don’t want to and I don’t want this

And you could hang on this
And watch from beneath 
As I lose grip 
And lose me

Cause you got a lot
Into me
And I’ll 
Say at least
The place 
Where I’m at 
Is dark 
For me

And your trying to tell me
That you're already past it
When you say I’m a bastard
Maybe I already know 

Whether it all comes from me I think 
That you could be here in the end
That I could be what you want 
But that’s not how it was yet 

What do you want 
I want to feel home 
And where I fall
It’s better shown
That I could try my best to be clear
But I don’t want to be here

Cause i could depend on what i know
And i could have had a shot at hope 
And whether it’s all you try 
And you know what’s next
Well I don’t want to and I don’t want this

And you could hang on this
And watch from beneath 
As I lose grip 
And lose me

Cause you got a lot
Into me
And I’ll 
Say at least
The place 
Where I’m at 
Is dark 
For me

dark

✝️______________✝️

Back then it was not time to read the gnostics. 
Now I am allowed to read the gnostics.

Bishop Irenaeus, after charging that the many Christians among his congregations in rural Gaul (present-day France) who treasured such writings were actually “heretics,” went on to insist that of the dozens of gospels revered by various Christians only four are genuine. And these four, Irenaeus declares, are the gospels now included in the New Testament, called by the names of Jesus’s followers—Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John. All the rest are illegitimate, because, he says, “there cannot be more than four gospels, nor fewer.”16 Why not? Irenaeus explains that just as there are four corners of the universe and four principal winds, so there can be only four gospels—which he seems to take as a kind of scientific explanation. To those who would ask, “Why these four?” Irenaeus declares that only these are written by eyewitnesses of the events they describe—Jesus’s disciples Matthew and John, or disciples of these disciples like Luke and Mark.

4/14/25 

Were the wings even mine? 
was I the force that was ascending unto heaven? 
Who am I to be given these things 
And claim that it is I who makes it so?
Not to mention my apathy for those who suffered an oppositely sensible awakening
God was fed up with me perhaps 
And spit me out. 
Yet with some odd sense of care and calm 
I only fell as far as earth 
Landing on green grass 
With others who descended to earth 
On a playground… 
Walking about 
At that time I was thankful for my life 
and moved away from the place with purpose 
But I heavily regret revisiting my memory  
For what I as a person 
Had missed out on 
The grace in this was 
That the world had remained in a way that I could not understand 
Whether it be partially destroyed by nuclear affair 
Or reformed 
Back to the world was I spared 
But as I experience it here 
I desire more to be spared from it  
I was so close. 
Always so close. 
That this spiritual pattern 
My finally break itself in my heart 
I can only pray. 
I phase to whispers of things 
Like a building in white 
With Jesus in intelligible font 
Written on its wall as if it were part of a Bible 
 And then upon the building, a 4. 
A number 4 began to create on the side of the building in which I viewed 
Written in rainbows.

My faith: 
God is behind whatever is hidden and whatever is made plain, and in human error God functions through authority, and is infinitely complete 
Everything I learn from this, I shoulder the burden 
And speak not of it promotionally
For God saw it was good to be.


-Excerpt of the prayer of the Apostle Paul-

Grant me your [mercy].
 [My] Redeemer, redeem me, for [I am] yours; 
I have come from [you]. 
You are [my] mind: 
bring me forth. 
You are my treasury: 
open for me. 
You [are] my fullness:3 
accept me. 
You are <my> rest:4 
give me incomprehensible perfection. 
I call upon you, 
you who exist and preexisted, 
in the name exalted above every name,5 
through Jesus Christ, [Lord] of lords, 
King of the eternal realms.6 
Give me your gifts, with no regret, through the Son of Humanity,7 
the Spirit, the Advocate8
 of [truth]. 
Give me authority, [I] ask of you, give [healing]9 
for my body, since I ask you through the preacher of the gospel,10 
and redeem my eternal enlightened soul and my spirit, and disclose to my mind the firstborn of the fullness of grace. 
Grant what eyes of angels have not [seen], what ears of rulers have not heard, and what has not arisen in the human heart,11 
which became angelic, 
made in the image of the animate God12 
when it was formed in the beginning. 
I have faith and hope
(…)

Why did Jesus call Peter Satan momentarily? 
Because he is the embodiment of flesh, spirit of its needs.

my lovers, two planks of wood. (INST)

STRAY