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Neon Nothings.

YESSIRREE, peeps... I'm working on my new album/mixtape/project finally and officially entitled "Neon Nothings".
It'll be an original composition of works by myself along wyth producers such as Akins 2.0, Dean "Smurf" Curry, Anwar "DJ Soco" Hunte, among others yet to be named. There wyll be special appEARances by Erik "KiDzy Enlyte" D'Angelo and a select few.

Be in preparation for thys upcoming eargasm.

Conclusion on the Inconceivables: Power.

Once a child-like dream creeps and reveals its new-found form.
Drowning in an ocean of love spiked with a dash of chloroform.
Sipping the sweet nectar fr0m Lucifer's cup of many wonders. A trance that even the most powerful of spells must, too, fall under.
Battling the oldest of memories on the field of the mind.
Though none can compare thy valor in the field to the prowess of time.
Time is that Strength that is more than one man can measure.
The irrevocable and innumerable treasure.

Conclusion: Power was not made for man. Many men believe that they exert power... when the truth is, they can merely observe it through the omnipotent Being. They assume they have conquered it... when it has truly already enslaved them. Power-- It is the cousin of Time and Space. impossible to conceive. Therefore, a man can never understand the complexity that is power. No one man alone can handle power. The power and authority consumes his body, spirit, soul, and mind.

[His] Power is his weakness.

The Archives of an Archangel.

 The history of the heavens is one that will remain eternally unknown.

An ancient artifact necessary for decoding timeless mysteries, much like the Rosetta Stone.

Although man may never unfold the timeline of the celestial zone,

Before Humanity's birth, I have had the story told of one of Heaven's very own.

He is no fallen angel, although he resides in an earthly home.

He is the son of a Romanian goddess & Italian god seated on their joint terrestrial throne.

The spawn of a dynasty built from stories untold,

Yet caught in this murder written so long ago.

As Eden's inhabitants fell, so Egypt's glory did fade.

The pyramids act as mirrors reflecting the eminent crumble of our day.

As we see through Alice's looking glass while turning through the pages,

We stumble upon the sky and find the man on Mars in his heavenly daze,

Writing a new part of the plan which we have named "History" today.

Scaling the universe he has grown to adore and appreciate.

He has warred with the inhabitants of Hell and has fought with Fate.

A son of gods flying as arrows set aflame by the sun's rays.

Between Michael's strength and Gabriel's intellect

Stands the most amazing creature in which the sun will both rise and set.

Out of is mouth flows ancient knowledge and treasures untold.

Yes, and with his Midas touch he filled every pot at the end of each rainbow.

The history: The archives of another trumpet playing God's call.

For these are The Archives of an Archangel.

 The history of the heavens is one that will remain eternally unknown.

My own ancient artifact, Erik Cristian D'Angelo.

Introduction of an Extrovert.

Yello and GRANDafternoon to all. Thys is kyndah sortah lyke a wake-up call. Aren't you already ringing, ringing for advice? Well, no need to click yurr heels thrice! Marii's arrived and already devised a new form of lending her helping hand.


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