The hour had come for Jesus to be betrayed and crucified.

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Mark 14 pt9 - The Hour Has Come

что то на английском ;0

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Its Over(prod.@mercenarychild)

The song tells that there is no love but a barter and anything we do we follow an advantage.

No Love

We made plans for forever, but he wins every time,
guess my superpower’s just surviving the pain.

Played my part

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BETRAY

"BETRAY" Playboi Carti x Ken Carson x Rage Type Beat

Daily Devotions with Pastor John David Mull of Shepherd of The Valley on the three-year Lectionary Readings. Lectionary C, 5th Sunday After Pentecost.

Psalm 41

Friendship, whether forged over time or sparked in an instant, is more than just a bond - it’s a thread that weaves through the tapestry of our lives, connecting us to laughter, support and shared moments. This talk will explore the essential elements of friendship, how we cultivate those connections, navigate their complexities and in what ways they contribute to our wellbeing.
 
Speaker: Shantanu Mandal is a graduate in Fashion Design from the prestigious National Institute of Fashion Technology in Kolkata, India and also holds a bachelor's degree in Fine Arts. Shantanu is passionate about values and how they can be lived and applied in the fields of education, well-being, youth and the environment. In 2019, Shantanu was one of seven youths to be funded by the United Nations Framework Convention on Climate Change (UNFCCC) to attend COP 25 in Madrid. Since then he has been representing the Brahma Kumaris Youth at a number of high profile environmental conferences. Shantanu is currently living and volunteering for the national coordinating office of the Brahma Kumaris in London.

The Threads of Friendship - Weaving Meaningful Connections - Shantanu Mandal  - Thursday 31st July 2025

Listen with your scars open. Poetry.
-
We made love in more places than stories allow,
between journeys, empty towns, and hotel room vows.
I mapped every fear you still haven’t named,
you’ll never know you the way that I claimed.
We spoke without words—louder than sound.
We built a whole life without solid ground.
We flew past the limits of what they permit,
two bodies in flames, refusing to quit.
We weren’t just lovers—we fought to stay whole,
and drowned in the places we gave too much soul.
Touching too much...
still left us needing more...

I held you through storms, your face in my hands.
You watched me collapse, still trying to stand.
We loved so hard we turned love into pain.
We lost ourselves with no way back again.
We saw things together no one will believe.
We shared all the beauty, the lies, the disease.
We dreamt like the mad, we prayed like the blind.
We broke what we touched, yet we still tried.
We had the whole sky, and still we would choke,
like drowning on air, like breathing in smoke.
And still, I'd go back to the edge of that night,
where I was your answer, and you were my light.

How cruel that true love still fades into gray,
that the strongest of flames just burns away.
We reached the last step, but the rope wouldn’t hold—
we were inches from gold, but too broken, too cold.
No kiss can fix what surrender denies.
No promise survives when a part of you hides.
But even if we live as strangers or ghosts…
what we burned still lives in us both.

We gave all the madness, the flesh and the trust,
we lived through a time that demanded too much.
We were from different planets, skin, minds, and names—
but still we collided and burned just the same.
And when we are with someone,
we’ll still hear the echo of all that we’ve done.
We weren’t just a phase, we weren’t some cliché—
we were real in a world that throws love away.
No matter who touches your hand from now on,
they’ll never quite reach where I’ve been and gone.
Some parts of the heart don’t open again—
you'll search for me there, and feel the end.

How sad that love isn’t always enough,
you buried yours and called silence "enough"
You ran from yourself, not from my arms—
and called your own terror the shape of my harm.
But even if you erase me with time,
if I’m just a name you drink into wine,
when silence gets loud and you’re lost in the frost…
remember we burned — and we both lost...

You weren’t destroyed by the man that I was,
it was your own demons that rewrote the cause.
I broke in your hands, but I broke out of trust—
you ran from a war you abandoned for dust.
You said I hurt you, but you were the blade.
Calling it courage was your great escape.
But loving another begins with yourself—
blaming the mirror won't make it reflect.

We grew up together, too fast, side by side.
We fought battles no child should have to survive.
We built who we are with each other’s pain,
you wrote on my soul, and I carved in your name.
We loved in a way no one understands,
more than our bodies, more than our plans.
But now I walk roads you won’t make me leave,
not even you—my biggest defeat.
I hope when regret finally whispers your name,
you don’t break beneath it, you rise from the flame.
And if you do, and you ever return…
I’ve left you a light, where the hallway still turns.

I was chaos, despair, and ruin at best,
but I gave you my all, not what’s left.
I failed in a thousand, unbearable ways—
but I never once left you unloved in those days.
No one will love me the way that you did,
no one will reach where your shadow still lives.
But I’ve chosen my path, and I won’t turn back—
not for the you who still hides in attack.

What we burned
still sleeps in my chest.
It never got loud—
it just never could rest.
And if one day
you come back from your war…
I’ve left you a room
where your name’s on the door.
No one will hold me the way that you did.
No one will reach where your fire still lives.
And even if life puts us oceans apart…
you still own the corner
that shelters my heart.

Her - Original Mix

Listen with your scars open. For u, J.

We made love in more places than stories allow,
between journeys, empty towns, and hotel room vows.
I mapped every fear you still haven’t named,
you’ll never know you the way that I claimed.
We spoke without words—louder than sound.
We built a whole life without solid ground.
We flew past the limits of what they permit,
two bodies in flames, refusing to quit.
We weren’t just lovers—we fought to stay whole,
and drowned in the places we gave too much soul.
Touching too much...
still left us needing more...

I held you through storms, your face in my hands.
You watched me collapse, still trying to stand.
We loved so hard we turned love into pain.
We lost ourselves with no way back again.
We saw things together no one will believe.
We shared all the beauty, the lies, the disease.
We dreamt like the mad, we prayed like the blind.
We broke what we touched, yet we still tried.
We had the whole sky, and still we would choke,
like drowning on air, like breathing in smoke.
And still, I'd go back to the edge of that night,
where I was your answer, and you were my light.

How cruel that true love still fades into gray,
that the strongest of flames just burns away.
We reached the last step, but the rope wouldn’t hold—
we were inches from gold, but too broken, too cold.
No kiss can fix what surrender denies.
No promise survives when a part of you hides.
But even if we live as strangers or ghosts…
what we burned still lives in us both.

We gave all the madness, the flesh and the trust,
we lived through a time that demanded too much.
We were from different planets, skin, minds, and names—
but still we collided and burned just the same.
And when we are with someone,
we’ll still hear the echo of all that we’ve done.
We weren’t just a phase, we weren’t some cliché—
we were real in a world that throws love away.
No matter who touches your hand from now on,
they’ll never quite reach where I’ve been and gone.
Some parts of the heart don’t open again—
you'll search for me there, and feel the end.

How sad that love isn’t always enough,
you buried yours and called silence "enough"
You ran from yourself, not from my arms—
and called your own terror the shape of my harm.
But even if you erase me with time,
if I’m just a name you drink into wine,
when silence gets loud and you’re lost in the frost…
remember we burned — and we both lost...

You weren’t destroyed by the man that I was,
it was your own demons that rewrote the cause.
I broke in your hands, but I broke out of trust—
you ran from a war you abandoned for dust.
You said I hurt you, but you were the blade.
Calling it courage was your great escape.
But loving another begins with yourself—
blaming the mirror won't make it reflect.

We grew up together, too fast, side by side.
We fought battles no child should have to survive.
We built who we are with each other’s pain,
you wrote on my soul, and I carved in your name.
We loved in a way no one understands,
more than our bodies, more than our plans.
But now I walk roads you won’t make me leave,
not even you—my biggest defeat.
I hope when regret finally whispers your name,
you don’t break beneath it, you rise from the flame.
And if you do, and you ever return…
I’ve left you a light, where the hallway still turns.

I was chaos, despair, and ruin at best,
but I gave you my all, not what’s left.
I failed in a thousand, unbearable ways—
but I never once left you unloved in those days.
No one will love me the way that you did,
no one will reach where your shadow still lives.
But I’ve chosen my path, and I won’t turn back—
not for the you who still hides in attack.

What we burned
still sleeps in my chest.
It never got loud—
it just never could rest.
And if one day
you come back from your war…
I’ve left you a room
where your name’s on the door.
No one will hold me the way that you did.
No one will reach where your fire still lives.
And even if life puts us oceans apart…
you still own the corner
that shelters my heart.

Her - Acoustic Remix

A cinematic alternative/electronic rock track exploring betrayal and desperation in a failed relationship.

Fumes

Epic Alternative Mix of an already epic song. Some tweaks in the lyrics and some damn epic melodies. To all of you who lost everything and are fighting to come back. You're not alone!
- Love, Arese.

*Lyrics:

I slept in my shoes, just in case.
Talked to walls that wore your face.
Kept the room warm when you disappeared,
held the roof up through my own fear.
They took what I drove like they earned my fight,
left me in silence, and called it right.
She said “forever” while packing to go—
I held the line, she let it go.
My body broke, my voice got small,
but I stayed standing. I took it all.

If love was a test, I gave it my skin.
If pain is a prize, I let it win.
You thought I was done.
You thought I was clear.
You looked away—
but I’m still here.

You left with the parts that were easiest to see.
But I kept the engine. I kept being me.
You took the front, the show, the name...
But I’m still the power. I’m still the flame.
You walked away like I’d disappear.
But I became fire.
And you’re nowhere near.

I rebuilt from nights no one could hold.
From rust, from rage, from stories untold.
You stole the skin, I kept the soul.
You saw the cracks— I saw the whole.
My mind’s a weapon you won’t define.
While you sleep small, I redesign.

You walked with lies. I ran with truth.
I’ve earned my scars. I kept my youth.
You left the keys.
You dropped the name.
But I’m still fire—
and I don’t need lame.

You left with the parts that were easiest to see.
But I kept the engine. I kept being me.
You took the front, the show, the name...
But I’m still the power. I’m still the flame.
You walked away like I’d disappear.
But I became fire.
And you’re nowhere near.

I don’t need revenge.
I already won.
And you’ll see it burn
when the whole world runs.
You’ll watch me rise
while you come undone.
And you’ll cry for the man
you thought you outrun.

Fire - Alternative Mix

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Daily Devotions and Weekly Messages from God's Word with John David Mull - Christ-follower, husband, and father.  Pastor of Shepherd of the Valley Church in West Des Moines, IA.

nah, I just make music 🟠🟩

 Пишу я для себя, мне нравится это. Но все равно моя мечта стать артистом хоть максимум с 1к прослушиваний

и я добьюсь этого

ТГК:Rimbly42

Like many others, I have a deep love for music. Travelling inspires me, filling my songs with new sensations and feelings. My sons support my musical journey, which has become my way of communicating and expressing my inner world. Along the way, I've had the privilege of meeting incredible people, including music arrangers, cinematographers, and recording studio professionals, who have enriched my musical experience. I draw inspiration from life, the people I meet, and from her—my one true love.

Formerly an anesthesiologist and ICU doctor with over 15 years of clinical experience, I transitioned to international work. I have been profoundly impacted by many local and global emergencies and humanitarian crises. I aim to share my life experiences and deep feelings with people through songwriting. I hope you enjoy listening to my soul expressed in music.

Just trying to make music for the people to relate.

"I don’t make music to entertain. I build echoes of what I lived, what I lost, and what I still burn for."
– Arese

For sync & licensing:
Instagram: www.instagram.com/stevennessmusic
Soundcloud: www.soundcloud.com/stevennessmusic

I am Steven Ness, a songwriter from Amsterdam, the Netherlands.
All my music is completely self-made (melodies, drums, lyrics, production, etc).
I would prefer professional vocalists and mastering engineers, but for now do it myself.

My passion is creating and layering new melodies and coming up with stories to tell with music.

My goal is to collaborate and be part of a production team and write songs for other artists, tv, movies, commercials, etc.

I hope you enjoy my music!

Steven Ness

Follow me on below channels:
Spotify & Apple Music: Steven Ness
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The Brahma Kumaris World Spiritual University (UK), a registered charity since 1975, opens its doors every day of the year to students from all walks of life, cultures and backgrounds to study Raja Yoga meditation. Students find that meditating in this way daily brings a lot of peace and positivity to their lives.

We also join together with many national and local organisations and diverse communities, helping to enhance the wellbeing of people in different spheres of society.

We work across the UK in more than 40 locations and are part of a network of organisations offering activities in over 110 countries. Our spiritual headquarters is in Mount Abu, in the Aravali mountain range, Rajasthan, India.

Brahma Kumaris, UK was established as a Registered Charity in 1975 and charges no fees for any of its activities, being funded by voluntary contributions.

Registered Charity No: England & Wales (269971) and Scotland (SC040512).

The bible teaching ministry of Pastor Ray Jensen at Calvary Chapel Set For Life of Alvin, Texas.

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