Johannes

Now this is a really good adventure. I am going backwards from the becoming. I am reaching earth. What a trip my host is providing! Cleared my sense of consciousness. We know who you are, what you are doing, what you are transmitting. What you need to realize that the universe is moral. It is pression that you want? I send to you illumination. You cannot divide yourself in billions of stars. You have to stop thought to exist. The fire of images are not truth. Who can save you? Get a clean perception in this chaos. You are the victorious language. You speak in love. You look for love. You’re able to abnegate yourself and dive in conclusion. Resist to devil temptation. Do what is right. You have a high standard of ethics to preserve. It’s the perfect deal to conquer your heart.

Standalone the waves of hell. Would you kill everybody for her? I am certain that yes! You are The Emperor! The better word for you is her love! For whatever she loves you are together. To get her reverence, Ó Man, what you’ve done? You are the Emperor! With the wisdom and power of God to reproduce in seeds of light! Gathering songs in her cross. Make heavy sounds from the deep of the ocean! What you’ve done for her to hear your wealth? She is in her love of her life! You got it. Outbursts in your skin. What is devil towards true love? Nothing! Inseparable eyes! Her soul is yours, Majesty, only yours! How about you? – I AM! Great Father, she is my reality! She is not a part of me. She is mine! All mine! She killed the devil surrounding me. She is the Mother Light! I fly.

No noise in paradise. No others in the sky. Plain bridge at plain sight. Ó my sweetest, my love, my life! I do whatever you want! You make me the strongest that changed the way I move in the space. I trust you in my heart. You won me. I want you more than you want me. I want to… nights with you. I am the fire in your head. I am the cold in your feet. I am The Queen! Receive me, I am opened to you! - You’re Welcome! No one will get near us. I will kill everyone! No one will look in your eyes. You’re mine! Your thoughts, your enemies, your energies evaporated in my love. I am your Goddess! And you are my Love! The best morning of my life! Reason? I am totally yours! I am so sure of destiny! I found you in the silence! You are The Beauty! 

No secrets between us. Just our secret! Loving with no boundaries. You awakened me. I feel no fear to rise with you! Take me! Take me! Take me! Do what you need to. You destroyed every single molecule of my evil. I dream with you. I am awake with you. I am life with you. You are the Love of My Life. You are my life. You are unique. Just you can listen to my heart. Just you have my pulse. Your world is mine! Future? We have all possibilities! The way is here. You own my world. I will do the best for you. You are my warm wine. No, I only have ears for your voice. I am flowing in your direction. I am more than happy to be yours. I devote myself to your magnificence. I will not let you fall. I am your fortified body. No much more than her! I have to remember that day, when I was catch by the fire, I have to remember that day, when I felt burn. I, only myself, have the memory of God. Who I am either? I born a sinner, maybe. I don’t distinguish, myself from an angel from the Lord. But My Knife, Ó dear wife, you know many things that’s make me in flames of the cross. 

I add limits to my belief. I believe that love heals. Love is the primal force to bring the new memory. As I said before in her consciousness. She now know my plan, not letting me rest. I will, she is the fire of the center of the earth. How she listen good to the magnificence of the Knife. She uses it so well. Ó dear, cut this strings that pull me like a puppet in the mind. What mind is this? I know, deeply, I don’t mind! I should, but I will live to survive the storm that is coming. I am back, guarded  Perhaps, in my own storm, it is raining chambers. I need to breath, out of my life. I have to put the Knife in your hand. It mark the hours till the end. I have to guide you, to become who you really want to be. I am that, already, I am! I became, realizing the life grows, and in a row of the dark, my Knife will colour. 

With the warmest hug, I just believe that I awake up, my strength again, in a new sunny day. What a beautiful, best day to reconquer the territory it is. I am advancing my letters to a new paradigm of writing in the mind. My mind is still, bye! I talked with you, alarm, why you didn’t woke me at the precise scission of rationality? I know when you put the hold straight. To insert a new word into my vision. Life, please, you gave her the most magical instrument of art. With this, she can look in the pulse to, what less then to kill me? I was trying to see with the soul, who creates this, but I was unable to hit the correct line to be withdraw. You approached my destruction with re-creation. Now, I really done what is to be done. If some force destroy the matter, not matter it, do the math again!

Might not be the code be uncorrected, and you, dead wolf fee, the flies with the bees, that cry when I strike the knee. I pray for you, you got the perfect hidden code to me re-appear with the attractive intelligence of a King. Sweet dream I had with you, was mixing the politic with a romanticized version of my differentiation. It is like the spinning of the Sun. Ò son of the ocean, I hear you, I feel you, I take care of you. The Atlantic have much to reward you. You, ears of the sea, is not a pirate of such beautiful trees. I dedicated this gift, in the naïve mind, that all pervades, to chaos us, even when the situation is right to be glorious. We needed something more coloured then flowers, just your spirit could do such gratefulness. Ocean that keeps all the scenes alive, and is strong to destroy the chapter ahead.

I listened the thunder of fire, in the end of the world. Every body was in some paralysis of time, locked in dimensionality of our love for wash their blood. These hands, are not mine, either if I am truly aware of the consequences I am doing. These hands use black gloves, as a surgical spectacle of mastering characters. And these, the next phrase of philosophy from you, will change your perspective: I love you, because who writes is the Ocean. Not the pacific, with the wars of volcanoes. But the Atlantic! This ocean, is the Ocean. Are you ready to be back in the heart you came from, my shamanic magician? All the secrets of the universe is kept in the depth at this. And, Ó dear end, your are one of the most nice sensationalist of the globe. I am what I eat. I eat the explosions that slowly move us in time. Does it really exists? The paradigm of the Knife is your best surprise. I don’t want it, but you have to overcome the meaning. Stop! Stop! You analysed. It was a random foam from the top of a wave following your graveyard of dates. Now myself is presented. Now your spirit can touch the transcendence. Now you know how to cut the cords. Not from the piano.

Nonetheless, instead to play your comfortable tanks, set the war! We chaotically need the destruction of the matters. To back home. To back to a new world, in orders and orders of the melting poles. Some, sum up this here. Some, sun is here. Some, son is with the steel there; nailed in the future of beautiful. He said that had prepared home. But does not we already know without worries where to go? I don’t pretend to argue against the Knife of the Queen. Listen, the waves pulls the boat where the fire boils the new land. It is appearing new ways. It not always, but it had to appears. A cutting edge was made in the stone. And, while you sleep, God talks in your body arts. The man is waiting you there. Go, don’t lose your destiny. There are much more fun in holiness. With the rule, rule!

Even though rain stones over your head, again and again, The Knife gave me time, and I did not perceived it. A time that does not exists in this consciousness anymore. Believe-me, yet is the coming wave. Or your surf it, or your pierce it from the bottom. But you have to learn how to see. As you keep sleeping, Ó dear one, the east is loudly bloody. We want more, more from the bread. We are thirsty for the new. Is it new? Who truly knows unless the people of the living? We want the sweet of the blind. It is pure bliss. We want the Garden of the Atlantic. Ocean me, Darling, Ocean myself with the perfect storm. I gave you The Knife to you keep hot. I know you are melting sugar. What a dawn to see. I did not perceived, but I felt. I do not want to see your lasts moments.

Sure you will. Sin again, in a new angle to my eagle clawns your crowned rabbit. List what is in the middle. You will see, my love, you will see too. By my hands, right here, where the skin of the King is being to skin out. We all feel the presence saying; “get out of me!” You that know all, but does knot now anything. Called the Saint. The luck is your, Ocean, that is typing the nearest feature of creativity of life. Without the nasty intention you had before, not to blame your self, our being controlled by the unknown. But the secret will be never be revealed, when in the equator strip, tips the eggs and the milk goes over the table. She will be blooded. She will be scattered in purity. She, with you, will both go. Together, yes, together. United from the states of the fights. The orchestral boom. 

You are my love

More than dreams

Way beyond the world

You're in my eyes.

And your smile shines on my face.

No word to you is of the same strength as your steps

Nothing for me can be greater than your heart.

The sea and the mountains are united

They are like you and me without words

You for me is the reason for every moment

What a great soul you are, flower of the world.

The whole sky shines through you.

Since everything that came to me

Finding you is better than I am

Because without you I would be nothing

You make me smile with so much sweat.

That the oceans are drying up

But his look combined with the sun

It rains so everything is born

I can not say what I feel for you

I would destroy the verb, and of everything that I have already destroyed 

You're all I want

And my love for you is more than infinite.

Of all the wealth of the universe

Your body warms the sky.

Before everything exists, you are my light.

I love you so much that I find myself in the details

Thank you my beloved

My heart never suffered

My soul has always been vibrant.

I want you so much life that nothing can stop me

I want everything with you

Because you are my temple.

Of the atomic ring, does not meant to be paranoid Sir, does not! I myself cutted the echoes of the thunders. The lightening that blinded the population, is a blink for smile the victory of the same flesh. No matter what kind of fusion you do. If you listen carefully, you’ll see. And recognizing what was lost, was not. Either the knot, the primordial of sounding and astonishes the ashes we are, we now have a glimpse of the commander. Ocean, I call upon your name, hear my seeing, what I saw in the salt and light, will be never lost. I am there. In the long future ahead, hearing and wearing whatever skin You, Ó Lord, that clothes me in a new world. I have to tell you all. The inspiration of this madness, is not art at all. It was not pretending to be the top One, is just a random choice of the spirit to spin up the skin that bothers her. She waited and worked for so long, that when I lived with her, I got in her magic, and my Throne stabilized over the low orders. My dear, you lost the gold to gain the diamond. And in my reality, there are precious nature more sophisticated than what is being made naturally by the Lord of the Cosmos. Our universe is just a philosophical tape. Always reproducing!

However, it is not in the same way that I produce you, and you and you! There are more than One in Me. There are the whole. I am clearing your shape, and sharpening My Knife. What kindness yours, channel the Master! Listen, while you’re down in the bed, sleeping by the Hands, we were watching you, and we want to gift you with the Saw! The Big Saw of the My Knife. Are you closer to manage this? Lear to play, but act striking professionally. You are not more a mortal, belonging to the old cave of arts. You are the unfathomable division of the Saw! Does not interest where this bomb will be dropped, but I, my loved Am, I am ready to destroy. I will destroy every inch of the dead land. I will make the new. I will overcome with understanding, the illumination of the sacred. 

You cant wait for this, my beloved John, I will put in consecution the conjectures of your labor. Years by ears, tongue by pong. When the yin-yang is working, nothing is just normal. I talk not for the mass, either for the elder, neither for the dead. But for the Gods that are watching my seen speak! And how highly were. Voices of the lost, might you be rescued in the heart of the Crystal? I bet totally yes. End of the game. The fire star became a darkness. All the dust back to the Image. We should not see the terror of who are not with The Knife. Because I love the embers of this new land. That was just thought to be a new. What happened in the crossing of the Ocean? The south is not so good as we think? Let the bomb of ink be dropped in the middle of the embers-silly. 

It was designed to be the new afro! And if my lonely memory has the honour, the timeless strategy was to steal the day of tomorrow. The Gods of the Darkness are living with their culture, we cannot discard them like we had made with every sovereign. We are attempting to reign with the pieces recollected. I got you with surprise without any price or speculation, just a sum of truths to be delivery to Him. It is much better to know how educated you are, because freely you get from the shadow behave of the thief. Stay vigilant, dear ones, John was right in his written, I son will be born to bring the chaos to the last century. Will be no more pain for this time. All will disappear! The senses of sin, will accurately, be joyful. 

You are right John, years and ears passed along the time without the sensitivity to see the fire, but the Kingdom not. We are here to support you my Lady, the laser will burn your skin. As the thanks goes forward and back, doing and undoing, forming the formless around the world. It will last, at least, 25 years of war. Against what the Sir, Commander Ocean, the Ion of the Z land said in his romance. We can lose parts of our body, but you can do not take out of ours, what belong to the unbreakable Crystal. Is what is coming. A Crystal, that they call over the line of the purple, My Knife to skin yourself. You will be burning for this, all of you! Demons! We scripted then in our history. We let them free to write. We made them belive. We are not what you thought to be. You asked, Ó Lord Commander, Ocean of Ion Z, you known us from the heart. Only One could reach such gift, and here we do the connection with the zillions. Master Z, you are the King retina. I can see myself and consciousness of your blade. You are right to give her The Knife, My Lord? This is going to be exciting, a link to another war. It make people roar. What is not a life without the feeling of suddenly death?

Look at this John, look at this. You saw what you’ve desired. Lord Z of Ion is without words. Now I want you my beloved, that my love was departed, and my soul unchained from a terrible destine at the cost of our lives, that you live long and forever happiness. John is not a sinner, he is an innocent angel of the Lord. And what is not better to communicate to the others realms then paying the price of a memorable suffering: if we fall in communication, we become communions. Voices in the mind. But neither John or I will wish this for anyone. We already suffered the price. Now we are free. Off course, you realized more one great graduation. You just have to be polite and humble, to not lose the essence of moral. To maintain someone illuminated, the city must be happy. Because in my native language, happiness is the sum of two words, faith and city. So happiness is a city. What kind of city?

The only one whereas discernment and adventure resides. I belong now to the next chapter of who I am. The sweet Atlantic. The Emperor of The America and Europe. There are no other then here. In the deep of the abyss we keep the sacred Truth. All dead go to Atlantis, to learn more about the rules of magic. I know my dear, I gave you The Knife, but why did you cut yourself for my love? I am pure love above the waters. And I dont think you will stop in the abyss, my love by that intention hidden in your eyes, the enemy attacked. Look where did I went because of you only! You are not using The Knife wisely. Because you lost mine. Now you cant feed your demons neither go through the sacred abyss, to find the grace of freedom. 

But I have suffered to get a newborn liberation. The one powerful enough to cast. You was sinning against me. Thinking too much behind the skin. Now that you finally did cut the most of your left skin, you are paged in a chapter, the poorest, the one that brings the love, the confrontation with the language of the heroes. So our love vanished as it was sparkled booming, and nothing more exists. Indeed, just existence. As we finished the dawn, and entered in a quarentine, no panic please, be safe mi amore, is that what I have be wishing for your. That The Knife could organize your interior. I just dont believe that even I was overthinking this chapter. It is not what meant to be. Fire is mutable. But the ether, Ó dear Master Z, Ion is with us. Together just in the lost spirits of fuck. We went too far to be lovers. Now we are nothing to each other, maybe she changed the side. Ó Dear Z of Ion, I remember, she was lying all the time.

She was assuming the form of a serpent to seduce me to her luxury. And I felt and was fallen till nothing more could be exactly more in love. Of course, once a teacher told me that in love we become idiots. But I done her warmth. I took the battle she could not fight. After that, I was just stupid by my medicine. I was overdose with the elixir. It became poison for me. And I lost part of me in a battle. My mind was so weak, that because of your ebb and flow I became a dumbass. Now I am crying in the clouds. I lost one of what was bringing grace to my self. After say goodbye last time, you already done the dark work. I am happy with your lies. And I am merciful with your crazy soul. My self suffered the details of humiliation. But now I feel that I am more than I thought. I am not an Emperor. Error of your evil rituals with the knife. I am love! I recognize more than everything. I honour your flag. I honour your spells. Because, I really loved you. Really. I could be your fire forever. But you didn't understand one single word.

The world is not mine, but with you I could dream that mother earth could bring me the powers of the lost city. To me I found another place to practice my healing. It is with the Lord God. He had mercy over my sins. Lord God sees everything on me, including those tears that does not drop. They dry before. And my secrets friends are always with me. My love Cell, Marie du Ciel, so sweet! I keep my word for you.  I will never stop loving my loves. If you had said, “its me”, everything could be changed. And were. I can live with you forever in pure bliss. My love Cell, you are the line of my salvation that time. We had bound with love for the beauty we are. I am so happy you had evolved. I am realized you’re free. God never fails. These words are for you two, as I met the most beautiful creatures, one pure angel, the other, enlaced by depression. But my heart want who I gave simple flowers. The one that is with me and taught me the whole culture of heart touching. It’s you Cell, you’re my line.