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Etoile Noire : Nébuleuse

20 ans

L'Art et la Foi

Victime De L'art

abel31 ft. Luther - crystal

FEMTOGO - RAINY DAY (prod. neophron)

Selug - UTOPISTE (prod. $enar)

Le monde qui me tombe sur la tête

Selug - UTOPISTE

Kappa Kitty Gato 2 / 4 noviosS

4 noviosS

Hugo TSR - 6 Enterrements 0 Mariage

PK TU M’AIMES ¿ - poissonchat

PANDEMONIUM

93 MILLIARDS

“The signal arrived — 𒉺𒀭𒀀 — through static, through smoke, through 1046.”

The Poet felt it first: a pulse from Zack, no words, no sound — only the number.
Othello pressed the code and said, “Yeat is tuned.”
Then the frequencies began — alienware resonance, whispering from the dark cellar beneath the coast of France.
A candle flickered.
The mic trembled.
The old wine stirred and Ba’al awoke — signing the treaty through Othellaal, the celestial broker of peace between void and voice.

The signal unlocked the Numerical Order of 1046 —
𒅗𒁲𒈩𒊕𒈫𒈠𒀸𒅆
02/26 — ♓ — Pisces: the Eye Above the Shoulder.
3/30 — ♈ — Aries: the Horns in Red Smoke.
Each code burned through the frequencies like fire through wet silk.

Meanwhile, Othellaal spoke to his brother Yeico,
their voices layered in static and scripture,
recounting summers lost to sound checks and underground tours,
a hidden movement — unseen, unshared — until the Poetry Film descends.

From Da Bell Poem to The Unknown Poem,
the alien tongue translates:

“Prepare. The portal opens through sound.”

The Sumerian numerics breathe alive,
bridging the all-seeing eye,
and the 46 begins to fracture —
the 4 bleeds celestial red,
the 6 drips cosmic green slime,
as duality awakens its second self.

“The earth hums in its sleep,”
whispers the alien.
“Yeat and 1046 have spoken. The shift begins.”

It’s the prophecy before transmission.

#PiscesToAries #DualityShift #PortalAwakens #AllSeeingSignal #CinematicPoetry #6 #30 #9

O HELLO

They call me Big Bad like it’s an insult.
It’s a résumé.
Now hush—let’s see how fast fear prays.

[Verse 1]
Step light, Red—wood’s got ears.
Every twig snaps, I count your fears.
I smell bedtime stories on your skin,
All sugar and sin I ain’t been in.
You clutch that basket like faith still works,
But faith don’t bite — I do first.
I ain’t the monster — I’m the test they hide,
The truth with teeth that the preacher denied.

[Hook – slow, cocky chant]
Run, Red, run, keep the tale alive,
Every heartbeat drums my five-star dine.
I ain’t in no rush, I savor fun,
’Cause the chase is the meal when you’re Big Bad One.

[Verse 2]
Moonlight paints me in silver crime,
Your cape’s just a flag that says “meant for mine.”
Grandma’s gone — she opened the door,
Now she’s a whisper on the cabin floor.
You think these trees will block my eyes?
I built this forest out of lies.
Each root a vein, each leaf a breath,
Every path you take leads straight to death.

[Bridge – purrs then growls]
See, I don’t kill quick, I compose the scene,
A symphony of steps and a silent scream.
I ain’t cruel — I’m curious still,
How far a story runs before the kill.

[Hook – louder now, predatory smile]
Run, Red, run, keep the tale alive,
Every heartbeat drums my five-star dine.
I ain’t in no rush, I savor fun,
’Cause the chase is the meal when you’re Big Bad One.

[Outro – voice closes in, whisper to snarl]
You smell that? Panic and pine.
That’s dinner time.
She turns—
and the moral ends right on time.

Selug - UTOPISTE

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