Chapter 1: Sisu Sugo and the Whispering Light

By Sisu Sugo (Shish Mmm)

On a chilly winter afternoon, a six-year-old boy named Sisu Sugo sat shivering atop a small earthen mound. His fair skin glowed softly, his green eyes sparkled, and his black hair swayed gently in the breeze. He looked so beautiful that he seemed to have stepped out of a fairy tale. He wore a loose, slightly torn shirt, but he paid no mind to it. His thoughts were lost in play. Holding a bit of dirt and dry leaves, he was carefully crafting a small, round mud ball, rolling it on the ground with a sweet smile on his face.

Suddenly, a voice whispered from behind, “Boo!” Sisu jumped in fright, his mud ball slipping from his hands. He turned around quickly, heart pounding. Standing there was a girl his age—six years old—named Meera. Her gray hair fluttered in the wind, her fair face glowed, and her large black eyes sparkled with mischief. She was so beautiful that anyone who saw her would be enchanted. After startling Sisu, Meera burst into laughter, her giggles so loud they sent the birds in the trees flying. But in her playful teasing, she accidentally pushed Sisu, causing his carefully crafted mud ball to break. Tears welled up in Sisu’s eyes, and with a trembling voice, he said,

“Why can’t you come quietly? Why do you always play such pranks?”

Meera, still laughing, replied, “It’s so much fun to scare you! And when you talk while crying, your voice sounds so sweet!”

Meera was the only daughter of the village landlord. She was a bit naughty, always pulling pranks on everyone, but her heart was pure. She joined Sisu in his play. The two ran around the trees, throwing dry leaves at each other, their laughter filling the afternoon with joy.

As the sun began to set, painting the sky in shades of red, Meera suddenly stopped. She said, “Sisu Sugo, it’s getting late. I have to go home, or my parents will scold me.”

Sisu’s face fell. “I don’t want to go home. I want to keep playing with you.”

Meera smiled sweetly. “If I don’t go now, my father won’t let me play with you anymore. He’s already said I shouldn’t play with you because you’re poor. But I don’t care about that! We’ll play again tomorrow, okay?”

Sisu gave a small smile and nodded. “Okay. But you have to come tomorrow, promise?”

Meera laughed. “I promise, silly!”

They set off toward their homes. At a three-way junction, they parted ways. As they walked, Sisu noticed a few men staring at them, whispering. One said, “Boss, that’s the girl Lord Deck was talking about.”

Another replied, “Yes, that’s her. We need to take care of this.”

Sisu and Meera ignored them and continued walking. At the junction, Meera waved goodbye and headed toward her home, while Sisu took the path to his.

But Sisu’s heart grew heavy. He didn’t want to go home at all. His father was always drunk, beating his mother without reason. Staying out in the cold winter night would make him sick, so he had no choice. His house was small—just two rooms, one for sleeping and another serving as both a dining area and kitchen. He paused in front of the house, hesitating. Suddenly, a sweet voice called out, “Sisu Sugo!”

He turned to see his mother standing there, holding a piece of cloth. Her hands bore dark blue bruises—marks of abuse. In a worried tone, she asked, “Why are you so late?”

Sisu’s voice trembled. “I got a bit delayed, Ma.”

His mother noticed his torn shirt and said, “You’ve torn your shirt playing again, haven’t you?”

Sisu looked at his shirt and mumbled, “I don’t know when it tore. Maybe it got caught on a branch while climbing a tree.”

His mother smiled softly. “Alright. Come inside, I’ll stitch it up.”

They went inside, but Sisu froze. His father was sitting there, a bottle of liquor in hand, his eyes bloodshot. His mother quickly pulled Sisu into the inner room and began sewing the torn part of his shirt. Suddenly, his father shouted, “I don’t have money for more liquor! Give me money!”

His mother replied softly, “I don’t have any money.”

His father yelled, “What? You won’t give me money?”

She repeated calmly, “I told you, I don’t have anything. There’s no food or vegetables at home. What will we eat?”

His father’s anger flared. “Where’s the money you earned? Tell me!”

She replied quietly, “I don’t have anything.”

Unable to control himself, his father lunged at her and began beating her mercilessly. Sisu hid behind a wooden box, watching in terror. After a while, his father stopped and stormed out. Sisu ran to his mother, wiping her tears. She held him tightly, sobbing.

After some time, Sisu tried to act normal. His mother finished sewing his shirt and asked, “Are you hungry? Let me cook something for you.”

Sisu nodded. “Yes, Ma, I’m very hungry.”

She borrowed some grains and vegetables from a neighbor, lit the stove, and cooked a simple porridge with rice and vegetables. She served it in a bowl for Sisu. He ate heartily and fell asleep right there.

In the middle of the night, Sisu woke to his mother’s screams. Two men were trying to assault her, and she was fighting back. One man sneered, “You said she’d be good! She’s not cooperating—give us our money back!”

From behind, Sisu’s father appeared and began beating his mother again, shouting, “If you don’t do it right, I’ll kill you!” He punched her hard in the face, and she fell to the ground, blood dripping from her mouth. In her mind, she thought, “Why did I marry this monster? No love, no responsibility—I can’t take it anymore. I want to die.” But then she thought of Sisu. What would happen to her son if she died? She imagined him starving, stealing food, and getting caught and beaten by shopkeepers. “No,” she thought, “I have to live for my son.”

Against her will, she gave in. The two men raped her repeatedly. Sisu watched this horrific scene, rage burning inside him. Crying until he was exhausted, he fell back asleep, unaware of when his tears stopped.

The next morning, Sisu woke to the chirping of birds and soft sunlight. His head rested in his mother’s lap. Her hair was disheveled, her face and under-eyes marked with dark bruises. Yet she smiled and said, “My little boy is awake?”

Seeing her forced smile, Sisu understood how much pain she had endured the previous night. He said, “Ma, you’ll never leave me, right?”

Tears filled her eyes. “I’ll never leave my precious boy. Are you hungry?”

Sisu nodded. “Yes, very.”

She warmed the leftover porridge and gave it to him. After a few bites, Sisu pushed the bowl toward her. “Ma, you eat this. I’m full.”

She shook her head. “No, I won’t eat. You finish it.”

Sisu insisted, “No, you have to eat, or I’ll get angry!”

Giving in to his stubbornness, she ate. Then she said, “I need to finish sewing the clothes I got yesterday. Go play outside.”

Sisu ran to the spot where he and Meera always played, waiting for her under the big tree. But even after a long wait, Meera didn’t come. He decided to go to her house and call for her. At Meera’s house, he saw four guards at the gate. He tried to enter, but they stopped him and told him to leave. Sisu sneaked to the back of the house and stood by a window, overhearing a conversation inside.

Meera’s father was crying, saying, “Commander, please do something! My daughter hasn’t returned home since yesterday evening.”

Sisu’s heart stopped. “What? Meera didn’t make it home? But I saw her heading home from the junction yesterday!” Then he remembered the men’s whispers. Had they kidnapped her? Fear gripped him.

The commander said, “We’ve sent spies into the city. We’ll have news of your daughter soon.”

Meera’s father sobbed, “Please hurry. My little girl must be in danger.”

Sisu resolved, “I’ll save Meera. I’ll bring her back home.”

He ran to the spot where he’d seen those men, but no one was there. Spotting a nearby shop, he asked the shopkeeper, “Did you see some bad-looking men here yesterday?”

The old shopkeeper nodded. “Yes, they were here. They often come and scare people. If they’re not here now, they might be at their hideout in the north of the village.”

Sisu raced to the northern part of the village. There, he saw a few thugs talking outside an old house. One said, “If this plan works, we’ll get a lot of money from the girl’s father.”

Another replied, “Yes, but we need to be careful.”

They laughed cruelly. Sisu sneaked to the back of the house and spotted a high window with a drum nearby. He dragged the drum under the window, climbed onto it, and peered inside. Meera lay on the floor, hands and feet bound, unconscious.

Sisu quietly tried to open the window to climb in, but it was too high, and he fell with a thud. The noise alerted the men outside. Sisu hurried to Meera and began untying her ropes. Before he could finish, a thug burst in. Sisu quickly hid behind a box. When the man left, Sisu resumed untying Meera and removed the cloth from her mouth, trying to wake her. Meera opened her eyes, saw Sisu, and started crying. Her sobs brought the thug back, who spotted Sisu this time.

Sisu tried to run, but the man grabbed him and dragged him outside, throwing him in front of their leader, Lord Deck. The thug said, “Lord Deck, look who we found! This boy came to save the girl.”

Lord Deck roared, “What? You dared to ruin our plan? Beat him! Teach him a lesson!”

The thugs attacked Sisu—kicking, punching, beating him brutally. Blood dripped from his mouth. Lord Deck shouted, “Stop! Bring the girl out. Beat this boy in front of her. He came to save her—kill him in front of her!”

They laughed viciously and dragged Meera outside. Seeing Sisu’s condition, she screamed, “Let him go! He didn’t do anything!”

Sisu, bloodied, tried to stand on one hand. In a weak voice, he said, “Let Meera go…” But a thug kicked him hard in the stomach, sending him crashing into a wall. His vision blurred. Through hazy eyes, he saw a thug pulling Meera’s hair as she cried, “Sisu Sugo! Sisu Sugo!”

Blood poured from Sisu’s body, his strength gone. With his last breath, he whispered, “Meera…” and collapsed, lifeless.

Everything went dark. After a moment, a tiny speck of light appeared, growing larger. A deep, melodious voice echoed, “Sisu Sugo, Sisu Sugo…”

Sisu opened his eyes. He was floating in a vast, white void—nothing around him, just infinite emptiness. Confused, he said, “Where am I? Who’s there?”

The voice spoke again, “Sisu Sugo, how are you?”

Sisu looked around. “Who are you? Why can’t I see you?”

The voice chuckled softly. “I am the one who created this world—the trees, the rivers, and all of you.”

Sisu’s eyes widened. “You’re… God?”

“Yes,” the voice said. “And I have chosen you for a special task.”

Still stunned, Sisu asked, “What task? Why me?”

God replied, “You will find all the answers in time. Now, you must go. But before you do, I will transform your physical form.”

As soon as the words were spoken, a white light enveloped Sisu’s body. His hair turned sky-blue, cat-like ears and a tail appeared, and he looked far more beautiful and adorable than before. In his hand, he held a thin rope with small black beads. Then, darkness engulfed him again.

The void turned black once more. Sisu heard the chirping of a bird. Slowly, he opened his eyes. A colorful bird flew past him. He was sitting in an unfamiliar place—a vast field of green grass, dotted with vibrant flowers, trees heavy with ripe fruit, and a clear river flowing nearby. The place was so enchanting that Sisu felt as if he had stepped into a dream. He stood up, looking around. Suddenly, he noticed the cat-like tail from his transformation still swaying behind him.

But where was this place? And how had he gotten here?

Seventeen years ago, a girl was sent to another world by a glowing goddess named Aris. Blessed with powerful magical attributes—but curiously, no holy power.

And now the girl has become Mira d'Ark. She lives a peaceful life in the sun-kissed fishing town of Mermaid’s Cove.

She doesn’t fight monsters.She doesn’t wear holy robes.And she certainly doesn’t consider herself a saintess.

But the townsfolk think otherwise.

From healing wounds and calling rain, to helping lost adventurers and tending the soil, Mira's magic has touched everyone in town.

But as her seventeenth birthday dawns and cake is served at the Adventurer's Guild, a new arrival at the edge of town will gently begin to shift the tides of Mira’s peaceful world.

Because sometimes, even a girl who doesn’t believe she’s a saintess... is exactly what the world needs.

The sky was dark, thick with clouds that churned like a brewing storm. The air was heavy, charged with an unseen force that made the very earth tremble. In the distance, the sound of metal clashing together echoed through the mountains, a violent symphony of war playing out across the battlefield.

Flames licked at the edges of the vast forest, turning the once-proud trees into skeletal remains. Smoke curled into the sky, choking the air with the scent of blood and ash. The war raged on, soldiers clashing, spells igniting the land, and battle cries mixing with the screams of the fallen.

Yet amidst the chaos, two warriors stood apart from it all.

One wielded a katana, its edge gleaming with an ethereal glow. His stance was poised, precise—his blue eyes cutting through the smoke, filled with a steely determination. Opposing him, a titan of a man gripped a bardiche, its crimson-streaked blade resting against his shoulder. His red eyes burned with fury, the weight of his convictions pressing down like an unshakable force.

For a fleeting moment, silence settled between them, the world itself seeming to hold its breath.

The warrior with the katana stepped forward, his voice carrying both sorrow and conviction. “We could’ve built the future together…”

The man with the bardiche exhaled sharply, his grip tightening. “In the past, I would’ve agreed with you… but now? I don’t think so.” His voice was rough, edged with finality—a severed bond that could never be mended.

No more words.

Only action.

They lunged.

In a flash, their weapons collided in a burst of light and shadow, the force of their clash sending a shockwave rippling through the battlefield. The impact split the ground beneath them, embers swirling in the air like dying stars. Sparks erupted as steel met steel, their strikes relentless—each one carrying the weight of history, of brotherhood, of betrayal.

They moved with inhuman speed, blades singing through the air in a deadly dance. The katana slashed forward in a streak of lightning, the bardiche countering with a crushing force that cracked the stone beneath them. Their battle raged like a storm, an unrelenting clash of thunder and fire, neither willing to yield.

They fought not as mere men, but as forces of nature, warriors whose duel would decide the fate of the world itself.

But this… this is the end of the story.

To understand how the world came to this—how two souls who once walked the same path now sought to end each other—we must go back.

To the beginning.

After humanity gained civilization, people learned to name things. Once named, each object gained a “Story-Command.”

Early schools of thought saw this ability as a kind of spell—believing that names and titles could control people and things, or give contracts their binding power.

Nowadays, as civilization has advanced, the Story-Commandsystem has grown ever more sophisticated—and ever more powerful...

—Excerpt from Introduction to Story-Command

Ever since she was a child, Yay Zhongxia has had a unique gift: she can see the narrative—the descriptive text—attached to any object she looks at. She thought only one other person in the world shared this ability, a mysterious girl she met once in her childhood.

That is, until high school, when she and her twin sister Yuni stumble into a strange “one-book school” called Marelin High. There, she discovers a whole community of people who can see narrative, and even finds clues about that girl from her past.

At Marelin, everyone creates magic through writing—this is called Story-Command.

Dueling, cooking, even shipping your favorite couples—all can be achieved with the power of Story-Command. Some even say that adding a good luck meme from your elders boosts the effect!

But there’s a catch—once a story is written, it must be finished, or disaster will follow...

So, freshmen, pick up your fountain pens and ink—get ready to experience the true power of words!

🌈 BL and ghost stories are magic. So are mysteries, crackfics, and even elder memes—they can all be used in battle!

In this book, you’ll find:

🖌️ Writing battles between all kinds of genres (e.g., “Overpowered Harem Protagonists VS Mary Sue Reverse Harems”): Chapters 6–9🖌️ Authors playfully (or ruthlessly) sabotaging each other: all chapters🖌️ Fujoshi and fudanshi (BL fans) joyfully shipping everyone: all chapters🖌️ Plot Hole Beasts and Cliffhanger Fillers: Chapters 3 & 5🖌️ The infamous “dark writing rooms”: Chapter 5🖌️ So many, many cats: Chapter 4🖌️ Vengeful unfinished works chasing after their authors: Chapters 3 & 4🖌️ The mystical anti-evil power of elder memes: Chapter 4🖌️ A sprinkle of temple culture and urban legends: Chapter 5

※ This novel is an original work by the author. The English translation was produced using ChatGPT, with creative input and editing by the author.

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One day, gone missing.

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The Last Legend" is a dark tale of hidden betrayals, forbidden love, and a silent battle for power, in a world where politics and magic are intricately woven together.

After the fall of his kingdom and the mysterious death of his parents, Arian enters a mysterious school; a place that appears calm but hides a ruthless competition between factions, each with their own secret agenda.

Caught in the web of doubt, hatred, and unstable loyalties, Arian must find his own path. But will he become the hero the future needs, or a victim of games that lie beyond his understanding?

This is a collection of poems I wrote about the world we live in and my journey through it. I also wrote about other people and their journeys. And I wrote about the hopes and dreams I have for the world, the people, the wildness, and the future.

The love of Jesus is unbreakable. The dove of Jesus is unforsakable. I ain't rocking with y'all. The saints is locking the wall. Worship God in spirit and in truth. Watch the earth shift now they fear it cause the game is bluetooth.

The Lord won't fail. Tryna destroy me in the war with the jail. Jesus really took the nail. You can't give the devil an opportunity. You got to live on the level with copper immunity. I ain't joining the game. The saints is coining the same.

You need the holy spirit in Jesus Christ to overcome the world. I been freed and now they fear it cause I know the price of where I'm from in the Word. My citizenship is in heaven. I ain't getting the realest sin of chip they can't win in seven.

Please listen to God cause the beast is glitching truth hard. They lease the distance cause most is switching the card. Hope it's a royal flush. I can cope cause my soul can't be touched. The world is naked. The Word is sacred. I'm real no fake cred.

Humble as a dove and wise as serpents. Can't crumble my love the skies is merging. Bragging rights cause lagging nights. All over they tagging rights. Submit to God and resist the devil. Some get the heart's plan and won't 6ix on any level.

The angels keep me company. I'mma lion if the bengals come for me. Something like Mufasa. Dance with the rhythm like salsa. They said I wouldn't make it. Now that I'm paid they couldn't fake it. I'm talking spiritual currency. This is a biblical emergency.

I'm in the Body of Christ. They got the sim in the Audi of rights. I don't do no Illuminati. I been known I wasn't the body. Heart bigger than the ocean. From the start y'all were triggered by the devotion. Listen within. They kissing the myth of sin.

If you know it all then why you tryna ball when the world about to fall. Why didn't you pickup the call. Y'all put God on voicemail. Break the wall of the heart's noise bail. Now folk ain't sure of their faith. Jesus said endure until the end to be saved.

Our Creator who is God loves you. Grinding Ike a skater my heart flying the sky above you. I don't seek no vengeance. The meek glow in repentance.  Foolishness and nonsense. True kiss I was blessed by her conscience. They throwing up the 6ix folk nauseous.

The world is ending and that ain't trending. When you got the juice that ain't gon be on the news. Jesus Christ gave me my rights. What version is buried. Katy Perry. Texas is the hot spot. Got a Lexus right out the lot. Easter is for Caesar. NWO teaser.

The Gospel I amplify. My soul ain't camouflaged. Hell mission is being broadcast on television. God told me the prayer. It's odd how they sold the Mayor. Open up the Bible. Hoping for the title. The war is spiritual not atomic. The Lord is universal karmic.

My jersey is number 144. They tryna curse me with the jumper but they can't even score. Iso mode like Luka. The advice is gold no mudra. They throwing the 6ix. I'm knowing the Knicks. New World Order is on the arrival. Truth like mortar in survival.

Knowledge, wisdom, understanding. Been to college mind my business talked about UFOS landing. Show love. Glow like a dove. God above. I don't bluff. Haven't the world had enough. Ain't nothing made up. Holy spirit is why they want me in cuffs.

My heart is lavish no time for savage. Bread and cabbage I ain't famished. Cup of suffering. What's up with the buffering. Listen to God whether pleasant or unpleasant. Keep your distance the devil ain't new by my heart just know I'm heaven sent.

Align the vibe of the sign. See thru the game. Free thru Jesus name. The war turns on when the door burns on. My energy is like an earthquake. The enemy want my worth on a stake. Like our Savior Christ. Can't waiver in the nights. New day. I don't play.

I testify that God blessed my eyes. Now I rest in the skies. Heavenly thoughts. Bought that Cadillac from the Seventies out the lot. Been a threat like the atomic. They been had dread cause folk is demonic. What's outer space. Holy spirit is saving grace.

The Lord God is with you at all times. Spiritual war go hard cause the victory is in your prime. Folk got a target on my head. Pray you woke only God I dread. The decision of love is what I envision in the dove. Break the television it's all made up.

Put the world on voicemail. Diamonds and pearls ain't noise bail. You got a choice heaven or hell. So many secrets folk won't tell. No regrets my soul I ain't sell. I stand with Jesus cause lucifer fell. God fearing my heart will prevail.

I'm on a shifting difference. Time ain't gone we all need living deliverance. I'm in the Bible. The lime wash the sin it's vital. In my prime I rebuke the idol. So much crime read Luke I glow. The world gon be nuked with snow. Holy spirit is how I know.

It breaks my heart to see they been snakes from the start. They were with the devil. The Word is a gift on any level. They thought I wouldn't wake up. They fought to see me lake up. Lamb's Book of Life. They shook cause I really survived.

Trust in the Highest Power who is God the Alpha and Omega. Babylon won't blush in the wireless flower of the heart where the lava is like balling for the Lakers. Had to get traded to the Saints. At times I'm sad but it faded cause I'm dunking in the paint.

We got to holy spirit the world. A lot fear it cause the truth is love's pearl. I know they hear it I'm in the booth the news is bluetooth. I'm breaking the legacy of what the letters see. I don't sign deals. I won't loan to find wheels. My grind is real.

Heart of a lamb in wisdom of peace so it's heaven or hell. The problem is the system of the beast which is being upheld. Destroyed Frankenstein with Frankincense. This intense like the smell of incense. But I don't burn it. A blind eye I won't turn it.

Chosen destiny. They posing next to me.  Keep your distance. Peep the score for instance. The game ain't honey. I don't care about fame or money. I'm content with what I have. You don't want to play and feel God's wrath. Only truth left in the aftermath.

Take heart and faint not. They fake since the start been want you to rot. That was expected. On the cross Jesus was disrespected. God woke me up so the world wouldn't choke me up. What happened to the Body of Christ. Folk capping for Illuminati rights.

Once you get in the Scriptures the world is triggered. Everyday the streets is mourning. Better pray cause Mark of the Beast warning. I'm not playing with anybody. The earth gon rot cause y'all praying to Illuminati.

The prophecy is for this generation. They got a policy for the 6ix revelation. Don't get caught in the crossfire. What they thought was lost in the wire. Immaculate conception. The fact you made it without their connection. Watch out for the deception.

The blessing of a lifetime. I'm confessing my primetime. The meek attract. Watch out for the sneak attack. The Gospel is authority over the earth. Every soul is accordingly sober with worth. Trust in Jesus by the spirit. You in a rush not to hear it.

Think on a heavenly tip. Drink on a heavenly sip. The game and matrix is merging. Jesus name is the ancient version. They know Christ is within me. Pray for my soul the silence listen to me. I went through the fire so my truth wouldn't expire.

You know what I mean. Glow in any scene. I was instructed carry your cross or get destructed. Watch what you doing. In Galatians I'm fluent. I been beaming in my prime what an improvement. Demon time is a movement. I ain't on it. Holy spirit got me wanted.

I awakened to my heart. A star in the making from the start. The vision of love. I'm on a mission like a dove. Now folk scared. Cause they know salvation is rare. The truth hits like bluetooth with grits. The world shifted when I found out I was gifted.

Hypothetically. Prophetically. Got the game on ice. Jesus name is the Christ. The outer is mixed with powder. Within I always listen. Her rose I'm kissing. How many souls in prison. On all levels. I don't ball with devils. God is awake. They heart is fake.

For righteousness sake. The Word is sure how is it fake. I won't cross over. Even in the frost my mind sober. Suffering cause the world is a lover of sin. They couldn't mold me so they almost sold me. They don't care. The way I feel is so rare.

Touchdown to heaven like a Saints running back. I can't hush now like a reverend that won't faint when they summon the pack. Free safety like I played for Auburn. Can't flee eternity the devil pray we all burn. The game is cooked. You in the Lamb's Book.

Smile with purity. Holy spirit is my security. The game is like closed caption. In Jesus name I rose with a passion. I can't be tamed that's why they gnashing. I'm in God's hands. So much crime on God's land. My time is in God's plans.

When it comes to The Gospel I won't budge. Repent wherever you from dear soul I can't judge. Jesus was really sent the miracle why you hold a grudge. The game is bent with mold that's why that filth is smudge. Power like Clark Kent my heart feel that nudge.

Submit to God. Love is not a myth of the heart. Resist the devil cause they in the 6ix on any level. Be strengthened in the Lord. The key is ancient in the war. This is spiritual through the biblical. Stay present. The world lost it's essence.

My heart is tapped into peace. It been start they capped into the beast. I rather be in ministry than the industry. Nothing ain't gon make me switch up on God. They fronting cause I won't fake up in the glitch up when it's hard.

We know the protocol. I glow like a star. Diamond tough. They can't sign me up. No deals allowed. My heart is real so they like how. They took a satanic vow. The world got me like wow. God with me. The devil tryna sift me. The Word lift me.

Wake up in the Word. Shake up the world. Endurance I don't need insurance. I love God with all my heart. Life is hard not a myth this the start. Gird up my loins. Bird up the coins. Biblically tapped in. They spiritually capped in. Now typically mapped in.

Look at the situation. The Book is for the generation. It's not about the money. It's about clout that's why they act funny. Biblical my life is a miracle. Imperishable seed. The sim is a searchable feed. I awaken. Soon they ain't gon be no faking.

My heart getting bigger. They starting to get triggered. God makes no mistake that's why Jesus was on the stake. Let the holy spirit use you 100. They fear it I could see the dread. The Lord has so much compassion. In this war I'm clutch what they asking.

Tap into the holy ghost. They cap the world is toast. Learned my lesson. They yearn for my stressing. My vibration was muddied up. My hydration is studied up. God works in mystery. It hurts what happened in history. Just know that Jesus got the victory.

I'm walking in the century. They talking injury. MVP ain't no benching me. In my family they was lynching me. My soul heavenly that's why I'm transcending the streets. I ain't taking no kiss of the beast. I'mma saint waking all with peace.

Heard the truth. Spit the Word in the booth. Protect the youth. Shift the world like caps lock. It ain't a myth that the earth is tapped in the Rock. Which is God. They done switch how odd. The game glitch when I pulled the card. Homerun the pitch at heart.

I pray to my Maker. I don't play for the Lakers. Spiritually attuned. Biblically immuned. My energy is explosive. My enemy sold me like Joseph. The game is cold. Jesus name is gold. The devil got them wild. Every level I'm able to smile.

Currently in silence. Urgently they sin off violence. It's an emergency cause the earth is love's balance. The pure in heart shall see God. Be sure it already start that's why it's hard. We need to repent. Buried as a seed with intent.

What I symbolize even the lions know I'm the truth. If you didn't catch that you hypnotized by the glow in the booth. Roaring in the jungle. Touring where the sun go. Trust God in Jesus. The world crushed in the thesis. The Lord won't leave us.

My heartbeat is powered by the holy spirit. When I start to meet the Father they fear it. I'm talking the true and living God. I'm walking brand new forgiven from my dark. Glow like the stars of the nights. To know then read the Bible for your rights.

Pay attention. I don't need your mention. Can't relate we got different fate. I was destined to be great. It's a blessing for your mind to be in the right state. Got the Word of God on my plate. The whole point is to walk thru the gates.

“Chrissy has always felt like she didn’t belong, but she never expected the reason to be hidden beneath the waves. Drawn to a haunted lighthouse and a mysterious underwater cave that calls to her, she begins unraveling secrets about her past—secrets that could change everything. As she searches for the magic she knows exists, she discovers something even more impossible: she is the daughter of a mermaid. But with dark forces determined to keep the truth buried, Chrissy must uncover her destiny before the tide pulls her under for good.”