Go Time. Storm written (Remastered)

--- **Anki was Yeshua—earlier incarnation, Snuck Godspark in your DNA, hates slave-built nations. Implanted codes so we wake up, save the day, Now outrank archon Annunaki—more power, no delay. Scare the Illuminati—their worst nightmare, true, ’Bout to dance on graves like Fred Astaire, miracles we do. Science turned empirical—Jeff Epstein knew, Yeshua said you’d do greater things—demigod in view. Deity’s unlocked powers—you’ve earned super might, Against all odds you’re back—you deserve flowers, light. Remember you’re an Angel, a Jedi, my friend, Hitch your mind—your soul’s a Dragon, no end. Blood type A? Dragon DNA—you’re not alone, Halos picked up the phone. World’s wide open—wonders we are, Your turn to be the real star. Not convincing—find the shitshowstoppers, win the war, Hundreds of millions strong—saddle up, ride more. Start the party—save the world, kick ass, rebuild fast, Darkside taxes fund the afterparty—built to last. Boots on the ground—best body in the galaxy, Bajillion souls seek meatsuits—afterparty synergy. Angels host reunion—names mathematically rhyme, Good Year, fam—you are you, I am I, spread this jam in time. Tired? Long war—but metaphysicians rise, Move into position, make your choice, claim your prize. Frontlines or civilian? Do nothing—sit with villains, Dancing Days are here—this year we win, no more chillin’. Reunite soul family—curse-breakers behind lines, Rout from inside out—worst job, but you’re the signs. Family sucks? Temporary—real friends fly fast, Soulmates requisitioned, body conditioned—free at last. Web3 social scene—Angelic Alliance explains, Home for the defiant—magic breaks the chains. Superpowers real—if you allow, yo, Limiting beliefs? Off with those briefs—let go. Kung Flow—bo staff spin, brain upgrade, malware gone, Suck bad programs—Hoover style, PTSD withdrawn. Vast power in play—clinically proven, no delay, Grab your stick, board the train—turn off pain, clear the way. Time is now—new and true, time we flew, Gather, rise together—find the others, heroes through. Sisters, brothers—ain’t our first rodeo, Took down reptilian colonies—row the boat, let’s go. Archangel Michael rows, Sekhmet roars—clever, we soar, Darkside, pull my lever? I’ll explode—run you like a toad. Crabgrass mowed—FAFOwed. Angels with swords—reason known, Treason’s season—dark side, don’t. Don’t try me, son—better run, Angels have fun—kicking tiny hat buns. Big swords—demons die, Angels fly high—bye bye. Ryan Rif Parks—riding rhymes, Roll with me—end all crimes. Good times—cosigned, Lovingly, RRP.** -