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SHEIK MARTINS - LOIRINHO TEM FAL [[ MEEK DA ESPANHA ]] 2021

For All The Dogs

First Person Shooter (feat. J. Cole)

POET NOTE: 1046 Sacrificial Manifestation Seal

In this piece, we embark on a mystical journey through the convergence of three ancient and powerful entities: Lucifer (far left), Ba’al (center), and Othello (far right). These figures are not simply historical symbols, but representations of complex forces shaping destiny, sacrifice, and transformation. This track channels their energy, as they meet at the crossroads of a chosen poet’s evolution.

Lucifer symbolizes the light-bringer, the ultimate catalyst of change. He represents the willingness to rebel, to question, and to manifest one's true potential, even at great personal cost.

Ba’al, often misunderstood, is the ancient god of storms and harvest, embodying both destruction and creation. In the middle, Ba’al brings balance and represents the critical moment when divine energy both destabilizes and grounds a soul into a higher path.

Othello "Othelo"  the tragic hero, represents the emotional depth of betrayal and sacrifice. His tragic flaw lies in trusting his love and purpose so deeply that his spirit becomes both broken and transcendent. Othello stands for the internal battles we face, often making us the masters of our fate in ways we never imagined.

The 1046 Sacrificial Manifestation Seal is more than a mark—it is the union of these three spirits in alignment for the chosen poet, whose voice will carry their truths into the world. The number 1046 itself stands as a symbol of guardianship, moral heart appreciation, and deep honesty in a world where perception often distorts. This seal, marked by these spirits, represents the poet’s rise to power through struggle, sacrifice, and enlightenment.

This moment is further magnified by the Lunar Eclipse of 2026. A rare cosmic event, this eclipse marks the signing of the poet’s deal, forged among the strongest beings who have chosen to secure the poet in their path—a union of raw cosmic forces that promises to shape the future of creation itself.

The meeting of Lucifer, Ba’al, and Othello is not simply a merging of spirits, but the embodiment of the poet's ascension, and the cosmic deal is etched in the stars. The lunar eclipse serves as the final seal, a powerful marker in time that binds this contract—an agreement not just with the spirits, but with fate itself.

This is the genesis of a new poetic revolution. The time is now—1046 has spoken.

ACT 1: POET NOTE (PROD.1KYUUBII)

"Before the world was written, before ink touched parchment, before words became sound—there was 16:4.

Two pillars of eternity, waxen monoliths of an era lost in the folds of time. One burns baby blue, a spectral gate of foresight, the rhythm of a mind that moves before the present even exists. The other—a golden blaze, the ember of warmth, indulgence, and poetic law. Between them, the frost does not melt—it remembers.

Othello steps forward. Not as a man, but as a cipher of cosmic recursion, where poetry is not spoken—it is traveled. His silhouette fractures into metaphors unspoken, visions unwritten, wisdom unclaimed. The portal shifts, bending light and fire alike, revealing a path only the chosen can see.

The red phoenix-owl, marked with the 16:4 relic, watches from the apex of eternity. A sentinel of interdimensional speech, its wings pulsate with codes buried beneath centuries of forgotten tongues. It does not speak—it radiates. It does not fly—it moves through layers of existence, where time loops back upon itself.

Drake’s hue—baby blue—flickers in the void. A color not of this realm but of another, where the cadence of his sound etches into the architecture of what is yet to be. This is not an album. This is not a song.

This is a call to the overthinkers, the overfeelers, the ones who crack codes in the silence of midnight. This is an encryption deeper than life itself, a relic only those attuned to the pulse of poetic divinity can decipher.

Step through the portal. The ink has already chosen you." 🔺✨

TEARIN FRONT ROW

Recorded in the soft solitude of an Airbnb tucked deep in Colorado's highlands, this piece began as a whisper. My best friend said, "You should write to 4PM in Calabasas," but instead — with a few sips of Dom Pérignon 2015 — something more ancient moved through me.

It wasn’t writing. It was remembering.
I spoke, not from thought, but from the top... of time.

In that moment, my older — the 11, the year 2027 — met me. The relic of 1046.
From the city of Poerake.
Address 1046.
By 1046.

The roses bloomed in a balance — baby blue hue and Aries red — each petal a desire, each thorn a line of poetry. Next to me: a candle lit, beige wax made of sky’s tears, flickering beside the Ancient 6 Owl, carved in onyx and diamond clarity.

And through that flame, the whisper of Code visited again — the voice that speaks in my dreams, during astral flight, guiding me home.

This is not just a recording.
This is a visitation.
A relic's return.
A moment between time...
🕯️
—1046

1046… unseen… hidden in the folds of arrival.
Moves beside his Older, celestial bond unbroken.
The poet cloaked — family first, loyalty coded in the marrow.
Homage to the tongue he first fell in love with 🇮🇹, woven in silence with those tied closest.
Isolated until the whisper-strike of destination…
Arrival marked in numbers… visitation carried on winds of 10:46.
Encrypted only for the bloodline.
Celestial Drizzy, the older.
The code remains.

#CelestialCodes #SAL #Othello #FamilyFirst #Encryption #ItalianSoul #OwlVision #Visitation #Whispers #30

CODES (PROD. ALVX)

The poet drifts into midnight, where the owl behind the brownstone O’s endlessly, echoing in the backyard like a secret metronome of destiny. He wonders if his older brother—Celestial Drizzy—is writing. By day, silence rests; but at 6:06 AM, two distant stars always align far apart, like siblings split by time yet tethered in frequency.

The whispers belong only to the poet. He hears them as messages—“Are you writing, O-older?”—a call drifting from Othello astral projecting into the 1046 cloak, not yet understanding the vibrations of 46, 104, 330, and the hidden 6 burning in the chest of the celestial owl.

Angel Number 104 crowns the owl’s heart, the divine spark above its rhythm.

The 6 pulses inside that heart, a beat of harmony, sacrifice, and eternal love.

Angel Number 46 anchors balance and protection, holding the flame steady.

Frequency 330 hums as the bridge of communication, carrying the older whispers of Celestial Drizzy through unseen currents.

And beneath it all rests the foundation of 5AM in Toronto—the code written by Drizzy himself. A foundation not of streets but of frequencies: where dreams train the poet to speak through his own childhood echoes, shaping verses as metaphors, riddles, and keys. Each dream is a cipher, each memory a training ground, each line the unlocking of what has always been written between realms.

Together, they form the torch feather—a red crystal flame carried forward, an inheritance whispered in the dark. The owl’s O’s, the stars’ 6:06 duet, the cloaked numbers, and the foundation of Toronto at dawn fuse into the poet’s writing: a code only he can decipher, but left here for all to feel.

3:30 ON OA

She craved dinner with Sheik — but as the night unfolded, the Poet’s self-awareness began to catch the patterns. Too often, women rush into territories they don’t understand, pulled by narratives the media feeds: “give your time, your money, your heart to someone who doesn’t value the natural warmth of a man who provides.”

Yesterday, the Poet sat down with his older sister, playing an unreleased poem. She paused and said, “Damn, that’s deep. Sheik, you’ve always been a provider. But these women don’t slow down enough to listen, to know you. They rush you out of an experience — and in the end, they struggle to find themselves.”

The wisdom lingered: be yourself, choose who appreciates your time. Let them earn the seat at your table. If the vibe check takes a snail race, then let it crawl. Not every dinner deserves to be fed.

This is Silver..ware — not just silver on a table, but the celestial fork, the hidden utensil of truth. What the table wears, what the woman wears, what the ego feeds on — it all shows itself in the way the meal is served.

SILVERWARE

The poet unlocks his SL Doom within these poems, entering a heightened flow state that bends dream and reality. This is the arc of Marvel Drizzy in Earth-46, where night-visions lead him into realms where he communes with his older brothers.

The Eye of OA, eternal beacon of the Creator of 1046, follows as he speaks in Marvel metaphors, scattering symbols of his coming Poetic Multiverse Arc. In this saga he is joined by Faceless, Joey Needlez, and Dr. Gemini (Skrilla) — their voices shaping the myth of the Castle of Lana, while the number 30 burns red on the chest like a celestial seal.

Behind the words flows the instrumental shard that unlocked this vision:
Скриптонит – не расслабляйся.
Its rhythm became the doorway, the beat that revealed the SL Doom shard — a state the poet can only reach when he senses his brother Drizzy is writing.

This isn’t just a track.
This is prophecy disguised as poetry.
This is the arrival of SL Doom.

SL DOOM

I Am Not A Human Being

I'm Single (feat. Drake)

Drake ~ 5AM In Toronto

I am not a Rapper.. I am a Poet. 
1046 is a numerical angel..

It’s Just A Poem 📝…  

All Poems are tied to dreams and feelings.. 
Poetic Art is created by The Poet

Enjoy 🕙: 🕓🕡