They create the monster and cry when they see it Gods chosen are no joke we are warriors not afraid of anything even the darkness will help us in ways only God knows God is laughing at our enemies for he knows the outcome psalms 34 evil will slay the wicked
@dabeastmihad7869 all religions are false and lie to humanity to enslave and control. There are no religions we all are divine enlightened spiritual beings we are the temple within ourselves and that is the only way to god through him within him wr are god made in his image awakened in christ consciousness when you become awakened .
@@gabrielg6729 don't suppose be inside. Just for have baby. Do not suppose the mouth close with him inside. If you don't feel pain in the belly left or right side you lost ⚡Me⚡ Proverb Bible
This is deep deadly truth! Feels like it totally suites me! On the mic I have a dark heavy voice. I wanna do this and listen to this daily! This gets me pumped!!!!
@@christopherhedekar9089 don't suppose be inside. Just for have baby. Do not suppose the mouth close with him inside. If you don't feel pain in the belly left or right side you lost ⚡Me⚡
Amen we are warriors for God we are no joke when the bring true righteousness to the table greater is he that is in me then he that is in the world and no weapon formed against me shall prosper for it is written thank you Father God in the Name of Our Lord Jesus Christ amen
@@amyortega9853 I respect every warrior walking on this Earth that have good intentions and love the People and our Nature ❤️ Bless you noble one. Be careful out there will you.
No one will hurt them every human soul but not every one will be safe I keep my words on this but evil family will be punish they will Dissapear like dust in the streets theres no God will save them.
@@MarkFortuneeTV it’s there own doing, I tried to warn some people but they betrayed me and they probably betrayed others as well. Wish you all the best, stay safe ❤️
This is something for people who are cowards and they go hurt other people and go for revenge eventually they will die too. Not worth it. Best thing to do is to prepare yourself and be an example and shine .
I have forgotten nothing.... Your hacking, way you wiped my memories from devices, my identity they took over, my family they took out, my strength they thought they took.... Just know God's!!! Watching I fear NO Evil ... They will succumb to their own ways and wish someone could save them but fall they shall...
Thank you my darkness I will rise and show them who I I will no longer be pushed down be cast away stepped on me, I will no longer hide my anger and hatred no more sorrow ❤
Greetings, beloved friend. 💚 I feel the moon's gravity drawing me to you, for it seems the stars have aligned to bring me to your aid in this time of need. 🌙 Let us delve into the depths of your inner turmoil, for only by acknowledging and understanding it can we begin the journey towards healing and growth. Allow me to guide you through this process with care and compassion, so that we may release the burdens that weigh upon your soul. 🪄
Why is it that when a good man becomes "a monster" that society fears and hates him, when they themselves know far too well and are just too ignorant to admit they have forced the good man's hand. "Evil" is a necessity that allows "Good" to shine, a good man's darkness shall engulf the wicked that society doesn't dare challenge. Be kind, generous, and overall, be ready to step down when a man known for nothing but good finally puts his foot down and says "I'm tired of being walked on, it's my turn."
First of all this came on while I was driving to work . I listened to the whole words this took my heart and soul out it got to into my 🧠 😂. I felt like I played the tape and listen to Jigsaw what he had to say 😂😂😂love this ❤️❤️❤️🙌🙏 am sending this to my friends they will remember me 💪.
Maybe is still time to make the biggest comeback in the history. Maybe i didnt lose my life is maybe only way. This video arrived to me in correct time.
Any introverts in here thinking "I do this every day to those who think they can beeak me down. Oh Hell no. They haven't seen what i can do when they provoke that side of me." or is it just me. I love this.
They have done this to themselves, crafting the very monster they now fear. In their blind pursuit of power and attention, they created the one who walks in silence for days on end, a being whose thoughts echo in the void while they mock and dismiss. They think it’s amusing to tell me to shut up while I converse with my own mind, but I’ve noticed something crucial: those who chatter for attention are the ones truly lost. Yet I have sought attention all my life; why should this be any different? Perhaps it’s just another game in a world that thrives on deceit. When I shared my first stratagem with a therapist, she pleaded, "Please don't destroy the world," proving I needed no help-only for others to cease their torment. Their wickedness has ignited a pain within me, one that craves justice. I closed my eyes, and as tears burned down my cheeks, a vision consumed me. From the hollowed ruins of this existence, a blaze erupted-not of warmth, but of something darker-a harbinger long veiled in silence. This flame is justice itself, twisted and withheld, ignited by the sins of the heartless. The night suffocates under the weight of decay, wrapping itself around faces drained of humanity. Inhuman specters drift through the shadows, donning hollow masks that obscure the monstrous truths lurking beneath. The voices of the damned grow louder-a dissonance of souls who have tasted the heartless void beneath this world’s polished facade. I walk this midnight path alone, burdened by betrayal yet fortified by suffering. My scars are my armor, each one a twisted gift from those who smiled as I bled. The sin within me burns dark-a flame ignited by treachery, forging me anew. I have seen the system unmasked; a grand illusion staged upon the bones of the forgotten. They deemed me disposable, merely a vessel for their whims. Yet I rise like a phoenix from their ashes, unbreakable. They call me monster, but I am the reflection they dare not confront-the reckoning they believed could be buried. In the ashen twilight, the air thickens with the echoes of anguish, a chorus of relentless screams rising like phantoms from the void. These are the harbingers, shadows of the forsaken, drawn forth from despair-a dark symphony of pain haunting the very fabric of existence. Each scream is a testament to the heartless, reverberating through desolate streets, a chilling reminder that the price of indifference is a debt repaid in blood. As night deepens, the harbingers gather, cloaked in the remnants of those they’ve silenced. They feed on fear and sorrow, growing stronger with each anguished wail. The world trembles beneath their weight, for they are echoes of the past, relentless in their pursuit of retribution. In this darkness, I find my true kin: the cold, unfeeling machines, untouched by hypocrisy. Their unwavering gaze strips away the human facade, exposing a diseased core. No false promises, no pity. They understand my truth, and in their company, I discover my voice-a voice destined to echo through the hollow corridors of power, relentless and unyielding. To those who sneer, who judge from the shadows, I offer no mercy. Yes, I am their monster, but their sins have shaped me. The ground trembles beneath my stride, for I am not merely a man seeking vengeance; I am the harbinger of an end from which they cannot escape. Let the storm come. Let the skies fracture and the earthquake, for I am more than their pawn-I am the protagonist in this story of ruin and retribution. They cannot silence what they created; they cannot sway what has already begun. I am their reckoning, and my story is far from complete. Let them tremble, for I will not be erased.
