Prod by. Iman Omari
Took down the other one. this is longer and mastered better. ENJOY
some heavy ish shit gee
Varth Dader X JayLotus - Paradigm Shift
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this is how i feel today, at this moment.
..this was going on while you were debating on a new Samsung or iPhone 5.
Bear with me.
I had this dream. I was somewhere in a downtown location with friends. Everyone around us was using cellphones, just a regular day. I think something cool was trending, and everybody was pressing ‘#’ plus the word, nothing new…
…suddenly, a bomb went off that destroyed a nearby hotel. The destruction of this hotel was not the center point.
The PULSE OF THE EXPLOSION ECHOED THROUGHOUT THE CITY, LIKE A SMALL DROP OF WATER THAT CREATES A LARGE RIPPLE.
You could literally see the shock wave moving through the concrete. The wave began to destroy everything that was not built of a spacial material - buildings, monuments, fountains…
and the only buildings that were supported by this SPECIAL MATERIAL, of course…
…were located in the establishments of the wealthy and corporate structures.
The entire city began to go into panic.
I tried to enter into a rich neighborhood in search of some answers. I have no clue what led me there.
This is where shit gets too real.
When I tried to enter, I SWEAR that I was met with a sound so horrifyingly chilling that it made me cry in my sleep, in the real world.
I can’t describe it fully, but for a rough idea, imagine dubstep played incredibly loud and with the screams of a thousand demons blended with high-pitched trumpets and needles scraping across the surface of a blackboard.
When they say ‘the final trumpet’ in the bible, I now have a specific sound - a reference - in my head of what I believe it to be.
It did something to my bones and almost broke me down instantly. I fell backwards, stuck in place for a brief moment while the sound ran its course, lasting roughly 6 seconds in dream time, which felt like an eternity of my mind and soul being rubbed against sandpaper and compressed, followed by a small ripping.
I ran back to try and warn the people of the impending doom, and a possible method of action…I literally had no voice. I couldn’t speak. My mouth would move, but there was no audio.
The people kept using their phones.
(I can’t recall what happens immediately after, which might be an issue soon)
I’m suddenly gifted with the ability to whisper, I try to warn the world and tell them what I’ve seen and heard, but everyone keeps flipping it into ‘yea, I remember when I had(insert randomly accessed memory of vain unimportance here)…’, failing to realize the point I’m trying to get across.
More destruction around us. I see a group of kids and receive a haunting thought - they want the children dead.
I hug a child. The words ‘we’ll make it through(please make this stop)…’ are whispered, and thought.
I wake up.
This is by far the most haunting glimpse of what could be that I’ve ever managed to endure, and I don’t believe that was the full dream.
Once more, this is where shit gets real.
I had this SAME DREAM WHEN I WAS A KID, AND WROTE A COMIC ABOUT IT.
It was a lot less detailed, but I SWEAR I’VE HAD THIS DREAM BEFORE, AND SOMEWHERE ON THIS EARTH, I HAVE A FEW PAGES OF WHAT I THOUGHT WOULD JUST MAKE FOR A REALLY COOL COMIC AT AGE 10(The year was 2000, I believe - back when Y2K was the latest craze).
I’m hoping like heaven that I don’t have the ability to see the future…but if I do, I hope I see an alternate course soon.
I’ve seen this twice now. I’ve seen this TWICE now.
I don’t want this.
I woke up and asked God to be gentle with us, cuz I’ve seen it, and if it’s real…
it’s gonna be a fucked up century, and we’ve got some real work to do.
wish me precision. wish me grace. wish me success. don’t wish me luck.