From the hip Pandemic sorrows.

Forced to be silent an artist turn dream songs to new misery for fans and love ones.

Misery songs replaced an artist of medicines and beauty. To It's opposed by great divides and narcissistic labels lacking a pulse . Lockdown and lost my keys from potent sorrow and grief. Great depression now, makes sad greatest Life's Tragedy.

World leaders rejoice in great reset. To bow us down to our knees by injected passports. Shleeps nightmares like a sci-fi horror movie.

My Universe does have a silver linings that sings. Nightmare are drown out by late songs of pass Spainish flu turn to ROARING 20s

An utopia song is in the horizon. For greatest tragedies turned by grace towards the highest energy levels reaching long term.

Working love, creates bliss. hot passion of tiny castles without the hassles with the largest mass nutritional green gardens from like minded people and landbase community.

Today, I'm childlike, trapped in a seniors body. In trusted our self government in a beautiful sustainable happening . Worship in nature and trusting in family love singing our song. We will be the ones with the most joys in life in the end. On top of the mountain together we win.

Wait a minute, please disregard this sorrow poem.

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