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Tears of the Innocent

My heart goes out to all the innocent people caught in the jaws of war, those who never picked up a weapon, who never sat in war rooms or made decisions over maps and oil. They are the ones who suffer most, mothers clutching children beneath crumbling buildings, fathers digging through rubble for their families, children whose laughter is replaced by silence, fear, or the sound of drones overhead.
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Land of the Leashed

"And we line up proud just to comply."
By James Easton and Doug Michael
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The Disunited Slaves of Amerika

Song collaboration by James Easton and Doug Michael
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The Coming Clash: The Dragon and the Eagle

Written by James Easton. Narrated by Doug Michael
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The Storm is Coming

The world is exploding in chaos. The calm before the storm is over, and now the storm is here.
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Wake the Sheep

Song collaboration by James Easton and Doug Michael
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Breaking the Mold

You’ve lived a lifetime of believing in manufactured illusions that have ensnared your mind and your spirit. The time to realize this and face the fact that you’ve been lied to for your entire life is rapidly coming to a close. 
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The Calling

Deep within the recesses of the haunted temple, beyond the veil of the ego, flickers the spark of creation that demands to be awakened now.
This spark, neither quenched by time nor subdued by silence, hums with the resonance of ancient truth. It pulsates in harmony with the beating heart of the seeker, urging them to step forth into the unknown, to surrender to the irresistible pull of destiny and to embrace the shadows that guard the light.
Here, in the sacred stillness, the air is thick with echoes of forgotten chants, and the walls whisper secrets etched by hearts long turned to dust.
The still small voice beckons, drowned out by the deafening screams of egos run amok.
Yet, the voice persists, weaving through the chaos like a thread of gold. It whispers of truth unspoken, of paths untraveled, and of the transformation awaiting those who dare to listen. It promises liberation to the brave and clarity to the receptive, calling out not with force but with quiet conviction.
In this timeless moment, the seeker must choose: to remain ensnared by the cacophony of illusions or to surrender to the gentle rhythm of the voice that offers solace and direction. For it is only in the act of surrender, of silencing the tempest within, that the whispers grow louder, guiding the soul toward the sacred light hidden within the folds of shadow.
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A Sense of Becoming

The stillness of night presses heavily, a suffocating shroud that seems to hold the world hostage. Shadows creep like unspoken fears, weaving themselves into the fabric of silence until the air itself trembles under their weight.
A faint cry whimpers from the deepest recesses of the inner void that has been strewn with the dead remnants of forgotten dreams.
Flickering embers of a world gone dead remain as a stark reminder of what once was. 
Yet within this bleak landscape, where despair clings like a second skin, a flicker of defiance stirs. It is not bold, nor triumphant; it is an almost imperceptible pulse, a heartbeat buried beneath centuries of ash and rubble.
The whisper of resilience, fragile and unyielding, begins to thread its way through the tapestry of darkness, daring to kindle hope where none should exist.
The great divide, the energetic split has occurred as the parting of the ways grows more evident and accelerates. The vibrational shift gathers momentum.  
The world holds its breath, caught in the throes of transformation. What was once unified shatters into fragments, each piece carrying its own truth, its own burden. The paths diverge, some lit by the faint glow of possibility, others swallowed by the encroaching void.
There is no turning back now; the veils have been lifted, and the choice is no longer a luxury but a necessity. Souls tremble on the precipice, torn between the allure of familiarity and the uncharted promise of change. Every step reverberates with the weight of consequence, as if the universe itself watches, holding court over the fate of countless realms.
And yet, amidst the chaos of separation, there blooms an undeniable beauty, a sense of becoming, raw and untamed. The split may tear, but it also reveals threads of connection stronger than time, woven into the fabric of existence by hands unseen. These threads, fragile yet unbreakable, shimmer with the essence of what it means to endure, to rise, to be.
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Awake in a Sleeping World

The further along you progress in your cognitive advancement, the more isolated you will become. The more your perceptions expand, and your awareness increases, the more alone you will feel in a world of sleepers.
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