I I heard from a rumor that I am ahead I am my shadow, sleeping still in bed My voice not distinct, barely a whisper instead Severed at the root, gutted, Iβm in red Dying a flower, curling in the sunlight with dread.
The Equation of Immortalitythe article materials at tart-aria.info - author Sil2https://www.tart-aria.info/formula-nadezhdy/We're taught that mathematics is impartial. The official version of reality tells us: you were born (1), you will die (-1).β¦
"Thank you, Joshua! I liked especially the text about UFOs. JP and Michael Salla talks also about it a lot. Let us hope the best for all living creatures! Adonai"