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In the whispers of the evening light, The Spirit of the Word takes flight. It dances in the shadows cast, Guiding us through future and past. In the silence of the starlit sky, The Word’s spirit soars high. It speaks of love that knows no end, A bond that all hearts can mend. Through the echoes of history’s call, The Word’s spirit stands tall. It carries the hopes of generations, Uniting souls in shared aspirations. So let us listen, let us embrace, The Spirit of the Word’s grace. For in its essence, we shall find, The strength and wisdom to be kind. In the whispers of the morning dew, The Spirit of the Word shines through. It whispers of resilience and might, Guiding us through the darkest night. In the rustle of the autumn leaves, The Word’s spirit gently weaves. It tells of growth and transformation, Inspiring hearts across every nation. Through the echoes of the mountains tall, The Word’s spirit stands strong for all. It carries the dreams of those who dare, To believe in a world that’s fair. So let us heed, let us believe, In the Spirit of the Word we receive. For in its essence, we shall see, The power to create a world that’s free. In the whispers of the ocean’s song, The Spirit of the Word belongs. It resonates with waves of truth, Inspiring the hearts of age and youth. In the silence of the midnight air, The Word’s spirit lingers with care. It speaks of courage and of light, Guiding us through the darkest night. Through the echoes of the forests deep, The Word’s spirit continues to keep The wisdom of the ancient trees, Teaching us to live with ease. So let us listen, let us learn, From the Spirit of the Word’s return. For in its essence, we shall find, The peace and harmony of humankind. JPPD

The wisdom of the ages by Jon Paul Patrick Doherty In the whispers of time, the wisdom of the ages, Echoes through history’s countless pages. Lessons learned, stories told, In the tapestry of life, they unfold. From ancient sages to modern minds, In the search for truth, wisdom finds. Guiding us through trials and fears, A beacon of light throughout the years. In the quiet moments of reflection, We hear the echoes of past perfection. The wisdom of the ages, a timeless gift, A source of strength, a sacred lift. So let us heed the voices of the wise, Their words like stars in darkened skies. For in their teachings, we find our way, The wisdom of the ages, a guiding ray. In the whispers of the wind, secrets untold, The wisdom of the ages, a treasure to behold. Through the ebb and flow of life’s grand stage, It stands as a beacon, a guiding sage. In the silence of the night, in the songs of the dawn, The wisdom of the ages, a legacy drawn. From the depths of the earth to the vast expanse, It weaves through existence, a timeless dance. In the hearts of the seekers, in the minds of the bold, The wisdom of the ages, a story untold. Through the trials and triumphs, the joys and tears, It resonates loudly, dispelling all fears. So let us embrace this wisdom so vast, From the echoes of the past to the future’s forecast. For in its essence, we find our true selves, The wisdom of the ages, in which all knowledge delves. In the whispers of the ancients, in the tales of yore, The wisdom of the ages, a boundless store. Through the cycles of life, in the cosmic flow, It teaches us lessons, helping us grow. In the echoes of history, in the songs of the wise, The wisdom of the ages, a priceless prize. Guiding us through darkness, showing us the light, It illuminates our path, shining bright. In the silence of contemplation, in the depths of thought, The wisdom of the ages, a treasure sought. From the dawn of time to the present day, It weaves a tapestry, showing the way. So let us listen to the whispers of old, The wisdom of the ages, a story told. In its timeless truths, in its eternal grace, We find our place, our rightful space. In the symphony of existence, in the rhythm of the soul, The wisdom of the ages, an eternal scroll. Through the trials and tribulations, the highs and lows, It offers solace, guiding us as we grow. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the trees, The wisdom of the ages, carried on gentle breeze. From the depths of the oceans to the heights of the sky, It whispers of truths that never die. In the silence of the night, in the stillness of the soul, The wisdom of the ages, a timeless goal. Through the tapestry of time, in the threads of fate, It weaves a story, guiding us to our state. In the echoes of the past, in the dreams of the future, The wisdom of the ages, a nurturing suture. Binding us together, across generations, It offers insights, bridging separations. In the whispers of the wise, in the songs of the heart, The wisdom of the ages, a work of art. Painting a picture of humanity’s journey, It imparts lessons, shining with eternal glee. So let us heed its call, let us listen well, To the wisdom of the ages, in its mystical spell. For in its essence, we find truth and grace, Guiding us through life’s intricate maze. In the dance of the cosmos, in the stars above, The wisdom of the ages, a message of love. Connecting us all, across time and space, It reminds us of our shared human grace. So let us embrace this wisdom profound, In its depths, in its heights, in its boundless ground. For in its embrace, we find peace and light, The wisdom of the ages, shining ever bright. In the depths of our being, in the core of our essence, The wisdom of the ages, a timeless presence. Through the cycles of life, in the dance of creation, It offers guidance, a source of revelation. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the leaves, The wisdom of the ages, a message that weaves. Through the tapestry of time, in the fabric of existence, It whispers truths, offering resistance. In the stillness of the night, in the first light of dawn, The wisdom of the ages, a beacon drawn. Guiding us through challenges, illuminating our way, It shines brightly, like the break of day. In the symphony of the universe, in the cosmic song, The wisdom of the ages, eternal and strong. Connecting us to the past, leading us to the future, It holds the key to our growth and nurture. So let us embrace this wisdom, let us hold it dear, For in its depths, we find clarity and cheer. The wisdom of the ages, a treasure trove, Guiding us with grace, and boundless love. In the whispers of the wind, in the rustle of the trees, The wisdom of the ages, carried on gentle breeze. From the depths of the oceans to the heights of the sky, It whispers of truths that never die. In the dance of the cosmos, in the stars above, The wisdom of the ages, a message of love. JPPD........

The Spirit of God by Jon Paul Patrick Doherty The Spirit of almighty God, the rapture of the saints, and all the angels and his peeps, they run the unseen streets, keep the swamp shit outta your ears, I pray to God to kill your fears, and out of that to make you rise, as if all this time you were in disguise, the plain hidden in plain sight, bright No slight, everyday a new fight, It’s a long hard road outta the darkness and into the light, nut we just take it a day at a time, no crime, time well spent is time not wasted, no sense getting pasted, pacified and basted, ya bastard you better be your own master…. Not a disaster…. The spirit of almighty god, in the sod the heavens above, divine master of all true and lasting love, sweet architect of the divine eternal soul, when I fuck up, you make me whole, It may take time, but it does unfold, and with every lesson is a lesson learned, if you don’t play with fire you won’t get burned, reap what you sow and earn what you earn, live how you live and learn what you learn, see what you see and churn what you churn, move toward the light and make sure ya don’t burn …..liven learn, liven learn, live n learn .liven learn, liven learn, live n learn The spirit of Almighty god with a lyrical flow, some rhythm and kick and a snare to go, forget what you think, what you think you thought you knew - you almost know, Knock knock knock…. open up the door, if you give more there will always be more, The spirit of God is the one to adore….. Put down the gun and begin to write, you’re main G will be right there by your side, so go fourth and multiply, add and divide, and take something away so the spirit survives, and just like a sculptor to keep it alive, in the spirit you shall seek and find, reap and sow and thrive…the word is alive….the word is alive…the word is alive JPPDZZZZZZZ In the depths of silence, where whispers reside, The spirit of God, a gentle guide. In the stillness of dawn, in the hush of night, A beacon of hope, a source of light. Through trials and triumphs, in moments of grace, The spirit of God, a comforting embrace. In the tapestry of life, in each soul’s quest, A divine presence, a sacred guest. In the dance of creation, in the songs of the earth, The spirit of God, a timeless rebirth. In the hearts of the weary, in the souls that seek, A source of strength, a voice that speaks. So let us listen, let us be still, To feel the spirit of God, a tranquil thrill. In the whispers of nature, in the depths of our being, A sacred connection, a sense of freeing. JPPDZZZZZZZ

Upon the winding path we tread, Adventure waits around the next bend. Whispers of mysteries yet to unfold, In the stories that the future will lend. Through valleys deep and mountains high, Our journey takes us far and wide. Around the next bend, a new sunrise, A chance for dreams to coincide. The road may twist, the road may turn, But with each step, we live and learn. Embracing the unknown with open hearts, Around the next bend, a fresh start. So let us walk with courage and grace, In the beauty of each unknown place. For around the next bend, who can say, What wonders await in the light of day. Upon the path we walk, around the bend, Where shadows dance and mysteries blend. Through twists and turns, the journey unfolds, In the stories that the future holds. Around the bend, a new horizon gleams, A canvas of hopes, a realm of dreams. Challenges arise, obstacles in sight, But with courage and faith, we continue our flight. In the quiet of dawn, in the hush of night, Around the bend, where stars alight. The road may be rough, the path may be steep, But with each step forward, promises we keep. So let us embrace the unknown ahead, Around the bend, where fears are shed. In the heart of the journey, in the soul of the quest, Around the bend, we find our best.

In the realm of hip-hop, where legends were made, Old school vibes and new games played. From the streets of the past to the beats of today, Where the roots run deep and the rhymes still sway. Old school pioneers laid the foundation strong, Their words and rhythms forever belong. New games emerge with fresh sounds in the mix, Innovating the genre with futuristic tricks. From vinyl to digital, the evolution is clear, Yet the essence of hip-hop always near. Respecting the roots while pushing ahead, Old school, new games, the culture we spread. In the cipher of life, where stories are told, Old school wisdom and new games bold. A fusion of eras, a blend of styles, In the world of hip-hop, where creativity smiles. n the heart of the city where the music flows, Old school beats and new games compose. The streets are alive with the sound of the past, Blending with the future, a spell they cast. Legends of old school, their voices still ring, In the new games, fresh voices sing. Respect for the pioneers, the ones who paved the way, Their influence felt in the music of today. From boomboxes to streaming, the journey unfolds, Old school roots in new games, the story holds. Embracing the culture, honoring the past, Old school, new games, a legacy that lasts. In the rhythm and rhyme, the spirit remains, Old school authenticity in new games reigns. A tribute to the classics, a nod to the new, In the world of hip-hop, where creativity brews. In the city’s pulse, where old meets new, Old school beats with a modern hue. From block parties to global fame, Old school legends in the new game. The streets remember the pioneers’ flow, Their essence embedded in the new show. Respect for the roots, the foundation strong, Old school vibes in the new song. In the cypher of time, where history blends, Old school wisdom with new trends. The mic passes on, the torch is lit, Old school, new games, the culture’s spirit. From the boom-bap era to trap and drill, Old school echoes in the new skill. The essence of hip-hop, forever alive, In old school roots, new games thrive. So let the beats drop, the lyrics ignite, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. A fusion of eras, a blend of flames, In the world of hip-hop, where music claims. In the city's pulse, where old meets new, Old school beats with a modern hue. From block parties to global fame, Old school legends in the new game. The streets remember the pioneers' flow, Their essence embedded in the new show. Respect for the roots, the foundation strong, Old school vibes in the new song. In the cypher of time, where history blends, Old school wisdom with new trends. The mic passes on, the torch is lit, Old school, new games, the culture's spirit. From the boom-bap era to trap and drill, Old school echoes in the new skill. The essence of hip-hop, forever alive, In old school roots, new games thrive. So let the beats drop, the lyrics ignite, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. A fusion of eras, a blend of flames, In the world of hip-hop, where music claims. In the city’s rhythm, where stories unfold, Old school legends and new games bold. From the streets where it all began, Old school essence in the modern plan. The beats of the past, the beats of today, Old school vibes in the new games play. Respecting the pioneers, their legacy strong, Old school roots in the new songs. In the cypher of time, where history aligns, Old school wisdom with new designs. The mic passes on, the torch burns bright, Old school, new games, in the spotlight. From boom-bap to trap, the evolution clear, Old school echoes in the new frontier. The essence of hip-hop, the soul remains, In old school roots, new games sustain. So let the music speak, the culture ignite, Old school, new games, in the limelight. A blend of tradition, a touch of the new, In the world of hip-hop, where dreams come true. In the city’s heartbeat, where legends reside, Old school echoes in the new game’s stride. From the block parties to the digital age, Old school vibes on the modern stage. The pioneers’ spirit, timeless and true, Guiding the new generation through. Respecting the roots, honoring the past, Old school principles in the new blast. In the rhythm and flow, where stories are told, Old school authenticity, ever bold. New games bring fresh voices and styles, Old school essence that never defiles. In the cypher of life, where paths intertwine, Old school wisdom with the new combine. From vinyl to streaming, the journey unfolds, Old school beats in the new moulds. So let the music play, the legacy extend, Old school, new games, a trend that won’t bend. In the blend of eras, a culture thrives, Old school roots, new games, where passion survives. JPPDZZZZZZZ

THE ETERNAL TURNING OF THE TIDES In the ebb and flow of time’s relentless ride, The tides of fate forever do abide. They dance upon the shore with grace and might, Guiding us through the darkness into light. With each gentle rise and fierce retreat, The tides of life our destinies meet. They whisper ancient tales of love and loss, Of dreams embraced and fears we toss. The moon’s soft glow, a silent guide, Pulls the tides with unseen tide. In their eternal dance, we find our way, Navigating through night and day. So let the tides of time unfurl, In their eternal, rhythmic swirl. For in their turning, we find our place, Bound to the tides’ eternal grace. In the ebb and flow of life’s grand design, The tides of destiny forever intertwine. They rise and fall with a rhythmic grace, Guiding us through each challenge we face. With each crest and trough, a story is told, Of struggles endured and victories bold. The eternal turning of the tides, so wise, Teaching us to be strong and to rise. As the moon pulls the waters with its gentle might, The tides of change bring both darkness and light. In their ceaseless dance, we find our way, Navigating through night and day. So let the tides of time carry us on, In their eternal rhythm, we are drawn. For in their turning, we learn to abide, In the eternal turning of life’s tides. JPPDZZZZZZZ With each rise and fall, a lesson learned, In the eternal tides, our wisdom earned. Through the darkness and the light they bring, We find the courage to face anything. The tides of time, forever in motion, Teach us to embrace change and emotion. In their eternal dance, we find our way, Guided by the rhythm day by day. As the tides shift, we learn to adapt, Finding strength in the challenges unwrapped. In the eternal turning of the tides, We discover the beauty life provides. So let us ride the waves with grace, Embracing the tides in every place. For in the eternal turning of the sea, We find the strength to be truly free. JPPDZZZZZZZZ

Techno Adventures ........Space Time Dimension Once upon a time, in a world where music and magic intertwined, there lived a legendary rave producer named Techno. Techno was known far and wide for crafting beats that could make even the most stoic hearts dance with joy. His music was a blend of futuristic sounds and ancient rhythms, creating a sonic tapestry that transported listeners to another realm. One fateful night, as Techno was experimenting with a new synthesizer in his studio, a strange phenomenon occurred. A rift in space and time opened up before him, swirling with colors and sounds never before seen or heard. Without hesitation, Techno dove headfirst into the swirling vortex, curious to explore this unknown dimension. As he tumbled through the cosmic abyss, Techno felt a sense of weightlessness and wonder. Colors shifted and morphed around him, and strange melodies whispered in his ears. Suddenly, with a flash of light, he found himself in a world unlike anything he had ever imagined. This new dimension was a place of endless possibilities, where music was not just heard but seen and felt in every fiber of one’s being. The sky shimmered with hues of neon, and the ground pulsed with the rhythm of an unseen beat. Techno realized he had stumbled upon a realm where music was magic, and he was eager to explore every corner of it. As he ventured further into this strange land, Techno encountered beings unlike any he had seen before - creatures made of sound waves, dancing to the symphony of the universe. They welcomed him with open arms, recognizing the power of his music and the energy he brought from his world. Techno soon discovered that in this dimension, his music had the ability to shape reality itself. With each beat, he could create landscapes of sound and light, painting the world with his unique sonic palette. The creatures of this realm danced and reveled in the music he produced, their movements harmonizing with the melodies he crafted. But as Techno delved deeper into this dimension, he realized that his presence was causing disruptions in the fabric of reality. The very essence of the world seemed to be shifting and warping around him, threatening to tear apart the delicate balance that held it together. Determined to make amends and find a way back home, Techno embarked on a quest to harness the power of his music and mend the rifts he had inadvertently caused. With the help of his newfound friends and his unwavering passion for sound, he set out to restore harmony to this dimension and find a way back to …his own world. Through trials and challenges, Techno learned to channel his music in ways he had never imagined. He composed symphonies that resonated with the very essence of the dimension, bringing balance and unity to its inhabitants. With each beat, he wove a tapestry of harmony that reverberated through the cosmos, healing the fractures in reality. As Techno journeyed through this mystical realm, he discovered the true power of music - not just as a form of entertainment, but as a force that could transcend boundaries and unite beings from different worlds. His music became a bridge between dimensions, a beacon of hope and connection in a universe filled with infinite possibilities. Finally, after many trials and tribulations, Techno stood at the edge of the rift that had brought him to this dimension. With a final, resounding chord, he played a melody that resonated with the very fabric of space and time. The rift shimmered and closed, sealing off the pathway between worlds. As he watched the rift disappear, Techno felt a sense of bittersweet nostalgia for the dimension he had come to love. But deep in his heart, he knew that his place was back in his own world, where his music had the power to inspire and uplift those around him. With a sense of fulfillment and gratitude, Techno closed his eyes and played one final, triumphant tune. And as the music echoed through the cosmos, he felt himself being gently carried back through the mists of space and time, back to the familiar sights and sounds of his own world. And though his adventure in the other dimension had come to an end, the lessons he had learned and the connections he had forged would stay with him forever, shaping his music and his soul in ways he could never have imagined. And so, Techno returned home, ready to continue his musical journey with a newfound sense of wonder and purpose. JPPD

Apostolic (Verse 1) Yo, listen up to the words I preach, I’m on a mission, gotta reach and teach. Apostolic flow, straight from the soul, Spreading love and light, making the world whole. Walking in faith, with a heart so pure, Guided by grace, that’s for sure. Apostolic vibes, in every rhyme, Shining bright like a star, it’s our time. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Verse 2) I’m on a journey, no looking back, Apostolic rhythm, keeping me on track. Blessings flow, in every verse, Apostolic energy, breaking the curse. Walking in truth, with courage and might, Apostolic power, shining so bright. In the darkest night, I’ll be the light, Apostolic warrior, ready to fight. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Bridge) From the streets to the steeple, Apostolic message, to all people. Rise up, stand tall, never fall, Apostolic call, hear the soulful call. (Verse 3) In the midst of chaos, I find my peace, Apostolic flow, never to cease. Empowered by faith, fueled by love, Apostolic rhythm, sent from above. United we stand, divided we fall, Apostolic unity, breaking down the wall. In every word, in every line, Apostolic legacy, divine. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Outro) So listen up to the words I say, Apostolic anthem, leading the way. In every heart, in every soul, Apostolic rap, making us whole. (Verse 4) Apostolic vibes, in the air we breathe, Spreading love and hope, never to leave. From the streets to the sanctuary, Apostolic movement, legendary. Rise up, stand tall, let your voice be heard, Apostolic message, like a powerful word. In the rhythm of life, in the beat of the drum, Apostolic spirit, here we come. (Bridge) From the valleys to the mountaintops, Apostolic rhythm, never stops. In the heart of the city, in the quiet town, Apostolic energy, all around. (Verse 5) In the face of adversity, we stand strong, Apostolic faith, where we belong. With every step, with every rhyme, Apostolic legacy, for all time. So raise your hands, let your spirit soar, Apostolic rap, forevermore. In the echo of the beat, in the pulse of the street, Apostolic movement, feel the heat. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Outro) Apostolic flow, in the rhythm we find, A legendary rap, for heart and mind. In the essence of truth, in the power of sound, Apostolic anthem, spreading around. (Verse 6) In the tapestry of life, we leave our mark, Apostolic fire, lighting up the dark. From the depths of despair to the heights of joy, Apostolic rhythm, no one can destroy. United we stand, in the face of hate, Apostolic love, our ultimate fate. With every verse, with every line, Apostolic spirit, pure and divine. (Verse 7) Through the trials and tribulations we face, Apostolic strength, our saving grace. In the beat of the drum, in the pulse of the rhyme, Apostolic legacy, standing the test of time. So let the words flow, let the message be clear, Apostolic rap, for all to hear. In the heart of the city, in the soul of the street, Apostolic movement, powerful and sweet. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Outro) So listen up to the words I say, Apostolic anthem, leading the way. In every heart, in every soul, Apostolic rap, making us whole. (Verse 8) In the rhythm of life, we find our groove, Apostolic message, making us move. From the struggles we face to the victories won, Apostolic spirit, second to none. With each beat of the drum, with each rhyme we spit, Apostolic energy, never to quit. In the depths of our souls, in the heights we reach, Apostolic rap, the lessons we teach. (Verse 9) Through the storms we weather, the battles we fight, Apostolic strength, shining bright. In the unity we find, in the love we share, Apostolic rhythm, beyond compare. So raise your voice, let it be heard, Apostolic anthem, spoken word. In the heart of the city, in the pulse of the street, Apostolic movement, pure and sweet. (Chorus) Apostolic, on a higher plane, Spreading positivity, breaking the chain. With every beat, with every rhyme, Apostolic spirit, for all time. (Outro) In the essence of truth, in the power of sound, Apostolic anthem, spreading around. Apostolic flow, in the rhythm we find, A legendary rap, for heart and mind. JPPDZZZZZZZ

ZIG ZAGGIN Verse 1) Yo, it’s the king of the streets, call me Zig Zag, Runnin’ these blocks, leavin’ haters in the back. Got my crew by my side, we ain’t holdin’ back, Stackin’ that paper, makin’ sure we stay on track. Zippin’ through the city, in my shiny black car, Got the money and the power, we gon’ take it far. Ain’t nobody messin’ with us, we’re the real deal, Zig Zag in the house, makin’ moves that are real. (Chorus) Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Hustlin’ hard, makin’ sure we take flight. No one can stop us, we’re on top of the game, Zig Zag crew, we ain’t playin’ no games. (Verse 2) From the alleys to the clubs, we own every street, Zig Zag in the house, bringin’ that heat. Money, power, respect, that’s what we crave, Livin’ life in the fast lane, never be a slave. Got the bling on my neck, diamonds shinin’ bright, Zig Zag crew, we own the night. Ain’t no one as fly as us, we’re the real deal, Zig Zag in the house, makin’ moves that are real. (Chorus) Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Hustlin’ hard, makin’ sure we take flight. No one can stop us, we’re on top of the game, Zig Zag crew, we ain’t playin’ no games. (Outro) Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the kings of the street, Zig Zag crew, makin’ sure we never meet defeat. So watch out world, here we come, Zig Zag in the house, we ain’t never done. (Verse 3) Rollin’ with my crew, we’re a force to be reckoned, Zig Zag on the mic, our rivals gettin’ second. Money on our minds, we hustle day and night, Ain’t no stoppin’ us, we’re in this fight. From the projects to the penthouses, we climb to the top, Zig Zag crew, we never gonna flop. Livin’ by our own rules, we make our own way, Zig Zag in the house, every single day. (Chorus) Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Hustlin’ hard, makin’ sure we take flight. No one can stop us, we’re on top of the game, Zig Zag crew, we ain’t playin’ no games. (Bridge) We came from the bottom, now we’re on the rise, Zig Zag crew, we’re the ultimate prize. Through the struggles and the pain, we never lost sight, Zig Zag in the house, we shine so bright. (Outro) Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the kings of the street, Zig Zag crew, makin’ sure we never meet defeat. So watch out world, here we come, Zig Zag in the house, we ain’t never done. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, ruling the scene, Zig Zag crew, livin’ the dream. No one can touch us, we’re in our prime, Zig Zag in the house, it’s our time to shine. (Verse 4) From the back alleys to the city lights, Zig Zag crew, we own the nights. We hustle hard, we grind every day, Zig Zag in the house, we’re here to stay. No one can match our style, our flow, Zig Zag crew, we put on a show. We’re the ones you can’t ignore, Zig Zag in the house, we’re ready for more. (Chorus) Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Hustlin’ hard, makin’ sure we take flight. No one can stop us, we’re on top of the game, Zig Zag crew, we ain’t playin’ no games. (Outro) Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the kings of the street, Zig Zag crew, makin’ sure we never meet defeat. So watch out world, here we come, Zig Zag in the house, we ain’t never done. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, ruling the scene, Zig Zag crew, livin’ the dream. No one can touch us, we’re in our prime, Zig Zag in the house, it’s our time to shine. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the ones to beat, Zig Zag crew, we bring the heat. So step aside, make way for the king, Zig Zag in the house, we’re here to bring. (Verse 5) We’re the talk of the town, the ones they fear, Zig Zag crew, we make it clear. We rise above, we stand tall, Zig Zag in the house, we conquer all. Through the struggles and the pain, we never back down, Zig Zag crew, we wear the crown. We’re the ones who run this game, Zig Zag in the house, we’ll never be the same. (Chorus) Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Hustlin’ hard, makin’ sure we take flight. No one can stop us, we’re on top of the game, Zig Zag crew, we ain’t playin’ no games. (Outro) Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the kings of the street, Zig Zag crew, makin’ sure we never meet defeat. So watch out world, here we come, Zig Zag in the house, we ain’t never done. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, ruling the scene, Zig Zag crew, livin’ the dream. No one can touch us, we’re in our prime, Zig Zag in the house, it’s our time to shine. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the ones to beat, Zig Zag crew, we bring the heat. So step aside, make way for the king, Zig Zag in the house, we’re here to bring. Zig Zag, Zig Zag, we’re the rulers of the night, Zig Zag crew, we shine so bright. No one can stop us, we’re in our prime, Zig Zag in the house, it’s our time to climb. JPPDZZZZZZZ

TILT THE WORLD TOWARDS HEAVEN In a world where shadows dance with light, Let’s tilt the world toward heaven, bright. Where angels sing in a celestial choir, And hearts are set ablaze with holy fire. With each step we take, a prayer in motion, Guided by faith, like the waves of the ocean. Tilt the world toward heaven’s grace, In this sacred, celestial embrace. Stars above, twinkling in the night, Guiding us towards the path of light. Tilt the world towards the divine, In this cosmic dance, let our souls entwine. Let love be the compass, truth the guide, As we journey side by side. Tilt the world towards hope and peace, Where all our fears and worries cease. In this symphony of life, let us find our tune, Underneath the radiant, celestial moon. Tilt the world towards a brighter day, Where kindness and compassion lead the way. So let us tilt the world toward heaven’s door, And find the peace we’ve been searching for. In this exquisite dance of earth and sky, Let’s tilt the world, and reach for the high. n the whispers of the wind and the gentle rain, Let’s tilt the world, release the pain. Towards the heavens, our spirits soar, In unity and love, we’ll open the door. With every heartbeat, with every breath, Let’s tilt the world towards life after death. Where dreams take flight on wings of gold, And mysteries of the universe unfold. Tilt the world towards the stars above, Embrace the journey with faith and love. In the tapestry of time, our story we weave, Tilt the world, in the magic we believe. So let us tilt the world towards the divine, In this sacred moment, let our spirits align. Towards a future bright and clear, Tilt the world towards hope and cheer. In the symphony of existence, let us play our part, Tilt the world with a compassionate heart. For in the balance of light and shade, Tilt the world towards the love we’ve made. In the dance of life, let’s tilt the world, Where banners of peace are unfurled. Towards a horizon of endless grace, Let’s tilt the world, in this sacred space. With each sunrise and each moonlit night, Let’s tilt the world towards the light. In the whispers of the trees and the song of the birds, Let’s tilt the world with our heartfelt words. Tilt the world towards kindness and care, In this moment, let’s make it rare. Towards a future where love prevails, Let’s tilt the world, set sail. In the tapestry of dreams, let’s weave, A world where all can truly believe. Tilt the world towards unity and understanding, In this journey, let’s keep expanding. So let us tilt the world towards the divine, In this cosmic dance, let our spirits entwine. Towards a future where hope is restored, Let’s tilt the world, in one accord. JPPDZZZZZZZ

Once upon a time, in a small town nestled deep in the heart of the Mississippi Delta, there lived a blues guitar player named Robert Johnston. Known for his soulful melodies and haunting tunes, Robert had always dreamt of becoming the greatest blues musician the world had ever seen. One moonlit night, feeling restless and yearning for something more, Robert made his way to the crossroads at the edge of town. Legend had it that this was where the devil himself appeared to those seeking fame and fortune in exchange for their soul. As Robert stood at the crossroads, his guitar slung over his shoulder, a figure emerged from the shadows. It was the devil, dressed in a sharp suit and a sly grin on his face. “Well, well, well, Robert Johnston,” the devil purred, his voice smooth as honey. “I’ve heard your music drifting through the night. How about a deal to make you the best player in the world?” Robert’s heart raced with excitement and fear. The devil’s offer was tempting, but he knew there would be a price to pay. After a moment’s hesitation, Robert nodded, his eyes fixed on the devil. “I accept your deal,” he said, his voice steady but filled with uncertainty. And so, the devil snapped his fingers, and a whirlwind of music and magic enveloped Robert. From that moment on, his fingers danced across the strings like never before, weaving melodies that captivated all who heard them. Robert Johnston became a legend, his name whispered in awe by blues lovers around the globe. But as the years passed, Robert noticed a change. His once youthful appearance began to fade, lines etched deep into his face, and his hands grew weary from a lifetime of playing. The devil had kept his end of the bargain, but at a cost Robert had not fully understood. As he sat alone one night, his guitar resting in his lap, Robert thought back to that fateful night at the crossroads. He had achieved greatness, but it had come at the price of his youth and vitality. And as the moon cast its silvery light over the quiet town, Robert Johnston knew that some deals were never worth making, no matter how sweet the music that played in their wake. Despite his fame and talent, Robert Johnston couldn’t shake the feeling of emptiness that gnawed at his soul. The crowds still gathered to hear him play, but the joy he once felt in his music had been replaced by a deep sense of regret. One evening, as Robert sat alone in his dimly lit room, his guitar lying untouched in the corner, there was a knock at the door. Startled, he rose from his chair and opened it to find a young woman standing on his doorstep. Her eyes held a glimmer of recognition as she spoke softly, “Robert, it’s time to face the truth.” Confused, Robert invited her in, and as they sat facing each other, the woman revealed herself to be an angel sent to guide him. She explained that his deal with the devil had taken its toll not only on his physical form but also on his spirit. The music that once flowed effortlessly from his heart was now tainted by the darkness of the bargain he had struck. Tears welled up in Robert’s eyes as he listened to the angel’s words. He realized that true greatness could not be bought or traded; it had to come from within, from a place of purity and love for the music itself. With a newfound determination, Robert picked up his guitar and began to play. The notes that filled the room were different this time, infused with a raw honesty and emotion that he had long forgotten. As the music soared and echoed through the night, Robert felt a weight lift from his shoulders, and a sense of peace settled over him. From that day on, Robert Johnston vowed to use his gift not for fame or fortune, but to spread joy and healing through his music. The crowds may have dwindled, but those who listened knew they were witnessing something truly special – a soul redeemed and a heart set free. And so, Robert Johnston continued to play, not as the greatest musician in the world, but as a man who had found his way back to the crossroads and chosen a different path – one of light, love, and the purest expression of his art. JPPDZZZZZZZ