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	<title>Emotions of This</title>
	<description>Emotions of This
Slow synthwave pad in a minor key, low and wide. A soft binaural drone underneath, barely pitched, like a held breath. 

Distant arpeggio, very quiet, one note every few beats. No kick yet. Let it feel like the tray: cold room, one light.

Grusch on Rogan
My response...
Research stations not bases. Human is confusing, earth humans not humane.  Being looked like family but with different hair colour, emotional. I am close to family  Lockheed Martin makes tic tacs, fabrication red flag with reptilian rhetoric to push fear/threat narrative and fuel and fund the warshit.  Sentient plasma is psyop to cover up reality of the droid spheres / smart balls that can turn plasma layers on/off while some refer them to sphere network, but multipurpose, been 2 feet away from my mum’s and interacted with it after watching it turn off its plasma.  Part truths with bullshit is conclusion as expected and in my song lyrics. 
I soar above the storm.
Space Mum and Elohim
Star Nation 
Family From The Stars
I feel near
They feel me with song.
The mothership blue green
The arms of love  The butterfly flies, the eagle soars  [Here the trance starts to open. Soft side-chained pad, a slow 4/4 kick felt more than heard, dream-trance lead one octave up and very reverberant. Still no drop.]the 4chan being looked like family
but with different hair colour,
emotional.
Because I am close to family
I express my emotion:  They laid you down and called it proof
closed eyes, long hair, no breath, no name
too close to family to look through
beauty still there, and looking benevolent  

Emotions of this, they brought you back
not with a knife, not with a file
dark hair, same light, arms with love
and you woke up inside the mothership 

The beam.

The beam came down and found your face
a flower opened where the cold had been
they were already seated, waiting
family, not a study, not a phenomenon, NHI or alien 

Emotions of this, they brought you back
true or not, fake or not
The play of the what if
I express the emotional
Empathy
the cruelty stopped at the tray
the benevolence was the arms 

Don’t leave her with the earth human butchers
don’t call the quiet a result
they brought her back among her own
Still family, I hope Earth family
can feel</description>
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	<author_name>LadyDanielle ElfStar Zana</author_name>
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