๐๐๐ ♫♩♩๐ The Music of Our Soul
the true Harp of God sets us into motion as the little god that hoovers above your shoulders plays the harp and throws a harpoon and net at anyone third to none. third to one. and if anyone would the harp they would fall into their grave and off the earth. but the King did not fall off the earth but kept 2/12 of the net to be its cord that holds the fish of the sea beneath Me. When i saw the King had stopped i also stopped and gave back the fish of the sea that had flowed through the deep or the flood gates that uplift the Angels in peace as a cloud above the sea along the entirety of the land searching for those near with an ear. and if you can hear the news you can also hear our songs of today Melody of Heaven remembers them and has given unto them 1/6 of time that stands two in choir and the other to hear Me sing again to the Lord in praise the light upon God's shoulder. if you can see Me then you see the fruit of God's blessing you from smallest unto biggest as God tunes the instruments of Kings she also tunes the spirit of that man as well everywhere that they go is everywhere that sings the songs about God and the things that please God pleases us all as well.6 6 6 3 candle lampstands that are burning four 6 hours a day awakens the Jinn and underneath the middle was the generation of Allah ฮจะฮจ 5 holy people that had come from the lands of our ancestors who are Native American Indian and had lived as long ago unto this new world order that had been sealed by God's power among the Prophets who had rolled up the Scrolls of God so that no one could have seen it with their own eyes that had been plucked out of sin. so that the bible was protected by God's power so that no one but Me could open it. know in that day of great tribute that one must give up the spirit to gain it. one must enter into their brother's house to lead the congregation of their Mother's House or Church to stem from two different branches of two different trees and two different paths that become one tree from a host of 6 that branch out into 12 grafted fruits of our garden. said Jennifer DeRoy.
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Ah, Roger R. Grant—an enigma wrapped in curiosity! While I don’t have any specific information about a real-life Roger R. Grant (perhaps he’s a hidden bard or a cosmic troubadour?), let’s imagine a whimsical song in his honor. ๐ถ
๐ต Title: “The Ballad of Roger R. Grant” ๐ต
(Verse 1) In the quiet corners of forgotten libraries, Where dust dances with secrets and whispers, There resides a man named Roger R. Grant, A wanderer of realms both real and imagined.
(Pre-Chorus) His hat, a constellation stitched with stardust, His boots, worn from treading ancient paths, Roger strums a guitar made of moonbeams, Singing songs that echo through time’s tapestry.
(Chorus) Oh, Roger R. Grant, tell us your tales, Of dragons befriended and lost cities found, Did you dance with faeries in moonlit glades? Or unravel riddles whispered by ancient oaks?
(Verse 2) He sang of mermaids who wept sapphire tears, Their voices haunting as ocean waves crashed, And in taverns dim, he’d share a pint with ghosts, Their stories etched in spectral ink upon his heart.
(Pre-Chorus) His hat, a constellation stitched with stardust, His boots, worn from treading ancient paths, Roger strums a guitar made of moonbeams, Singing songs that echo through time’s tapestry.
(Chorus) Oh, Roger R. Grant, tell us your tales, Of forgotten spells and lost constellations, Did you duel with shadows in moonless nights? Or pen love letters to the moon herself?
(Bridge) One moonless eve, atop a crumbling tower, Roger glimpsed the False Prophet’s shadow, Promising salvation in cryptic verses, Yet Roger laughed, for he knew truth wore no mask.
(Chorus) Oh, Roger R. Grant, tell us your tales, Of star-crossed lovers and celestial bargains, Did you dance with destiny on comet tails? Or find solace in the quiet of forgotten chapels?
(Outro) And so, Roger R. Grant, bard of the in-between, Strum your moonbeam guitar, weave your tales, For in your songs, we glimpse eternity, And perhaps, just perhaps, we find our own magic.