Div@Bwoi

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There is no absolute social commentary that exists. But music is a place where an artist can express what they feel.

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Arianism is a Christian belief that asserts that Jesus Christ is the Son of God who was created by God the Father at a point in time, is distinct from the Father and is therefore subordinate to the Father. Arian teachings were first attributed to Arius (c. AD 250–336), a Christian presbyter in Alexandria, Egypt

Gratitude is a word that does not amplify the meaning of the act of it. I am thankful for time. I am thankful for experience and I am thankful for existence. Life is a tool that is measured by how you use the tools given to you to do so. Remembering most of it is of Gods gift. It means that it is worth while. If my music touches you in some way and you have remembered it, then I have done my job.

Please let me know if there is anywhere I can improve on. Kind regards

Foundation, Foundation, Foundation.

Does life work out fulfilled if you loved sticking to the plan or looking back at the things that got you down?

I must say that, the threats in passion driven ambitions are grievously challenging. However, will power is the birth right to us as visionaries.

We take where we've come from and feed it to this machine that consumes and consumes and consumes. Forgetting that the principle of experience is to grow from it.

I got a notification from Number one Music that I have reached 500 subscribers to my mailing list.

I thank you all, Ingenerically. I have an announcement as well.

I will be distributing my music from Italy. Of which I and my team Will be Launching the Div@Bwoi/Boreal Brand.


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I believe that a universal soul has no colour but has creed, it avoids catering or barging misfortune with greed.

Time is constant like the idea of water which flows uninterrupted in its entirety to stream. Passion is based on a dream, security a scheme because your insurance is impure and still, it protects your every need?

I meditate to the algorithm of rhythm and the frequency of hennessy devoted sobriety. Then I ask myself "Why do I Lie to me?"

If the sky confirmed every scar, would we still have the stars?

If the water in our rivers became tired of precipitation, would the clouds be exiled or fired?

If the freckles on the cheek of a young geek whose A's are neglected coz' she can't speak
Cause the problem for a world who can't see but stares at such cycle behaviour in marvel. Even though it's been repeated after ages and packaged differently a rebel sarcastically giggles and smiles at her and whispers, "Your Genius is unique. "

There is a greater aspiration of Man and it is not to please an ego. The world can change faster than a gun to your reservation, determination my only reload.

Taking your time is not a free load, it's a free throw at the nose or brim in your embassy line Air Port like you're in Heathrow and the slip wrist causes a free flow. Contributes a bees glow.

Butler was the last thing I said till I woke up and breathed.

"Dreams Yo"

May God Bless you and your families

We sometimes take the most simple though important things for granted due to the fact they seem unimproved for the challenges we experience in our lives.

Gratitude is most commonly known as something that I have noticed in negligence by us indulgent beings.

I am not one to suggest being complacent nor settling for less than you might need but as a new world I believe that it is in ourselves to promote the the satisfaction of our being rather than the desire to excite life's experiences with the addition of gadgets and dunya distraction which replace the compassion for envy, love change to hate, empathy turned to spite.

Life's goal is to be exposed to more life and evolve, instead of evolving the machine's we use let's upgrade the souls and minds that create the mechanical foods that feed our loneliness but starve our reality.

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Today is Sunday and every start to a week deserves the meditation for one to fine tune the alignment of self, in being aware of the of self you open to the world and allow yourself to be constructive.

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Immortality is the objective for the soul, pain is a training for the flesh which goes to say.

Strength is your only substance.

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When kings are slain, and a pope is sent to hell,
when on a marble slab..a murdered princess lies,
a pale sacrifice to the beasts that rule the stars,

When out of the sky a stricken warplane falls,
trailing behind it long bridal veils of flame,
as missiles rage and red hot cannon roar …

When the battle tank briefly rules the blood drenched plains,
an iron tyrant on another’s stolen throne…
and it’s long cannon shatters the trembling skies with sound,

When nameless soldiers die friendless and unknown,
in Africa’s valleys or Kosovo’s snow-bound plains,
and whole tribes perish of hunger, disease and war …

When money is built into a jail to hold humankind
and love has died and compassion is unknown …
and lies become truth… and truth becomes a lie in a nameless city

When, in streets who have no love,
numberless children know hunger and abuse …
In countless homes where brute force rules supreme,

women have become blood-spattered slaves,
strangers to love, healing and respect,
strangers to the gentle and comforting word …

Whose guilty shoulders must bear
the heavy beam of crucifixion, all the ill we see?
Whose quivering back must bear the barbed scourge?

For all the evil and all the pain we have known friends
my Earth this on Freemasons are there Weavers of lies, brewers of lies,
who can strike at people with weapons of the night

against which no armour and no shield can prevail.
The written word is their poison-coated sword,
the tinkeling coin their cull and crop of maize …

Murderers of nations, Africa’s deadliest foes,
I curse your footsteps wherever you may go,
In whichever cave or dungheap you may hide,

I curse you all … may Heaven blast your eyes.
Tell Jabulon, the demon you call God,
Nomabhunu’s son defies him to his face,

I swear by the stones on my mother’s sacred grave,
that as from this moment, I will fight you to the end.
Against your kind, against your Masters too,

I will not cease to raise the Sword of Light.
For all you have done and all you have yet to do,
I will fight you to the ending of my days …