i wake up and everything is just how it used to be. at least that is what claim everyone. i meet people and i am scared, because they don't look real. i hope i will recieve some kind of sign. that They will bow down to me. but i know that's nonsense. who am i in the grand game of the élite? where could earl saint-germain be found those days? which ceremony is the right and mighty one? as days pass by i am diving into myself, lost in the streets of madness. in the evening while seeking for God i hear ghosts laughing. thirty-six knights changed their names. death is the key to another dimension.



i was known as adamm


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