Spectrum Sound Bitez
by Black Pearl Season 32

No Valid Reason Black Pearl Spectrum Sound Bitez Spectrum Wave Publishing copyright @ 2026 Our sons and daughters — eighteen to forty-two — no right, no option. They live now in sorrows. The superpower legion stands. The orange man and his handlers need to take a stand — a testimony in court — because he hasn't learned his lesson. Assessments bleed our money. Everything comes to a halt. It's time for them to take a hitch. Take a halt. The founder aligned with the Pope. I won't be surprised if there's a conference around this. When this Pope has spoken, it's time for the lesson to be learned — because the Founder has taken the Ark. Tell us the reason in this due season— You carry no valid reason. Abracadabra. We lost the tower of our clock. A certain watch went still. All the flies— spies— cleared from the camp. You and your shadows: pack it up. Halt. Your promise was never earned— only borrowed. The people have spoken. Your testament— our covenant— broken. Give back our tokens. You and your blood You need to leave this town. Irony: You and the First Lady Share no harmony. In reality, she rolls you and your circle under the bus. Confession frees the soul, by the way. Uncle, where is the gold of Haiti? The oil of Cuba?? Venezuela? The president and his First Lady No matter what. All your entanglements turn to pillars of salt. Time ticks against you, your ragged crew, The squatters at the table. Take a hike. Take a halt. Black Pearl Spectrum Sound Bitez Spectrum Wave Publishing copyright @ 2026 --- Season 31
The Collapsing of the Dynasties This Is The End
The Collapsing of the Dynasties This Is The End ( Poem) Thank you listening : Spectrum Sound Bitez Unapologetic Unbroken Banner~ Podcast Substack: (https://substack.com/@spectrumsoundbitez?r=4y98u5&utm_medium=ios&utm_source=profile Purchase New Edition: TREASURE TROLL: SAINT JAMES ISLAND THE AWAKENING OF CETUS TOMB https://a.co/d/06PDJA0VSeason 30

The Watchtower's Nest by Black Pearl Spectrum Wave publishing Copyright @2026 Led by the infamous Watchtower's Nest. An old wise woman was an activist member of the Watchtower's Nest neglected cubs weren't well kept in their dorms, So the elder rang the alarm with her privileged charm As the Watchtower's Nest Observed the world's eruptions caused by a perfect storm Somewhere Treasure island mysteriously hit oil It became the Watchtower's Nest. They gave cetus permission to proceed with his mission, By jailing the band of thugs Cetus was the whitenight While the Watchtower Was the commander (superhero) They both saved the day came to the cubs' rescue The old wise woman never Allowed the cat Out of the bag The Watchtower's Nest holds the keys released all calamities from Wizards’ vault This time It was his fault! He was deceived. He and his Bonnie, including Other handlers received sanctions, by the Watchtower's Nest evil band red forefront; He also released Cetus Right under his sleeve. The Watchtower's Nest Legacy one out of fifty Oligarchies overrun by Elizabeth as an exclusive treasure troll island used the navies as subjects prohibited to explore like Henry Morgan's spirit sown It all reaps into the future The Watchtower's Nest I'm passing the telephone Esther heard a rumor Cetus outfoxed The islanders' mesh escaped away from the borders washing money Johnny Ocean's eleven foreign seven seas. The Watchtower's Nest originally mission accomplished. --- The Watchtower's Nest stands on high observes serves. All of the colonial's purposes Watchtower's Nest At the very end Season 29

Blood Bay Black Pearl Spectrum Wave Publishing Copyright@2026 Bloody Bay Black Pearl Spectrum Wave publishing Copyright@2026 The White Horse came first, a beginning, a claim, He took his crown, then the bow took its aim. Removing the latencies, clearing the stands, A pale preparation by invisible hands. Now the Red Horse is here, its season prepared, Plotted and budgeted, nothing is spared. Stocks may be rising, but discord's the sound, As investments roll on with the war that's been found. No recession, no inflation—those words are now games, This is Armageddon dressed in different names. The Black Horse follows, and the skies aren't blue, The rain doesn't fall, and the dust starts to accrue. Scarcity economics, a reign of mere terror, The loss in the bank, the slow, creeping error. Food is a memory, alarms have no voice, In this new tragedy, there is no other choice. And last, the Pale Horse, for what can it take? God in the watchtower, for His own's sake, Gathers His children, the rapture is here, A moment of marriage, a vanishing fear. But for those who are left, in the ash and the glare, The devil has cake, and Nero's his heir. He plays on his boat as the city turns red, Laughing and streaming, with thoughts in his head. He stands in the silence, his plan is complete, Looks at the ashes beneath his own feet. Everyone's fallen, collapsed in the mess, He got what he wanted—but is this success? A kingdom of dust, a terrible cost, And the laughter now shows him what he has lost. Blood Bay. The waters are red. The harbor is silent. And now we realize - He is the universe’s curse. *Blood Bay. Now, we realize- He is the universe’s curse. But the final, ironic twist may be the most devastating of all. To stand in the midst of a ruined world, to have achieved the destruction you planned, only to find yourself alone in the silence, surrounded by collapse. To realize your great plan has ended in one big, hollow mess. That is the ultimate contemplation for an age that has lost its opportunity for peace. --- Author : Black Pearl These reflections were inspired by a vision shared with me. For those who wish to support this work and explore more creative expression, you can find my music as Black Pearl on all major platforms. Visit my Linktree for direct links to Apple Music, Spotify, and more: https://linktr.ee/BlackPearl_SpectrumWaveMedia Spectrum Sound Bitez: https://www.youtube.com/@SpectrumSoundBitez Season 28

American State Union Address: For the people by the people
American State Union Address: for the people by the people Black Pearl Spectrum Wave publishing Spectrum Sound Bitez Copyright@2026 My fellow Americans, Tonight, we are told this is a State of the Union address. But look closely. What you will see is not a report on the state of our people, but a parade of narcissism. It will be packed with a fascist, racist attitude that does not see you, does not hear you, and certainly does not represent you. It is not about the people. It is not for the people. It is not by the people. It is about the decorations of a regime, propped up by lies, propaganda, and gaslighting. They want to convince us that what we are seeing with our own eyes is not real. But we are not fooled. We will not be gaslit any longer. We don't want to hear it anymore. We are witnessing the slow demise of our democracy into a dictatorship. We see neighborhoods being tarnished, families torn apart, and people herded into concentration camps simply because they are not from the "right" side. This isn't a storyline from a Netflix documentary about the malicious presidents of the past—the Hardings, the Wilsons, the Jacksons who thought they alone built America. This is happening now, on our watch. We must re-align our foundation. We are told to chant "America First." But I tell you now: America is God’s first. And in God we trust. That is not just a stamp on our currency; it is a covenant. Once that seal is placed, that is where our homage belongs. We must stop pretending we are a part of some alignment of power that serves only itself. Our discernment must come from a higher place. And if we are to be judged by how we treat our most vulnerable, then we are failing. All children should be seen, and all children shall be heard. They must have the right to exercise their lives in safety. They need protection—not just from gun violence that ignores the spirit of the Second Amendment, but protection under the First Amendment, the 13th, 14th, and 15th. Every right under the Constitution, from Article 1 to Article 25, must apply to them. There should be no exception to the rule. Look at the state of our economy. We are told we face inflation, but we are actually facing a segregation of scarcity. There is no abundance. There is no security. There is no safety. The border is not controlled; it is chaos. Homeland Security has become a tool for oppression, not protection. We must stop building empires and start building the foundation of this nation. We must stop implementing wars for profit and speak the word of peace. We must live in peace. Stop making a profit off of colonization. Stop making a profit off of war. And for the love of God, stop prioritizing the building of jails over the building of schools. We will build back the foundation of this nation. We will align our actions with our values. We will stop the chaos, secure our communities, and ensure that our children are seen, heard, and protected. This is not just an address. It is a call to return to the true state of our union: one nation, under God, indivisible, with liberty and justice for all. May God bless you, and may God bless these United States.Season 27

Exhibit A: The Black Dove
Exhibit A: The Black Doves Black Pearl Ft. Precious Jam Gemstone I deserve! I deserve to be heard! You can't expect my pain to go unseen, unheard! Do you expect me to be heard? The answer's in my every word: I deserve Spread In every word I deserve….., I will be heard! . For the Doves, whose stories scroll past, unseen, On every new feeds, on every bright uncut right out from a movie screen. Streamed on whole vessels, yet drowned in white noise— A stolen innocence, a plundered poise. Their youth was a canvas, pristine and white, Till the Gilded Age painters crept in with their night, Their progressive stage masking a tinted black, A calculated, predatory attack. The Black Dove deserves more than a moment’s attention, Beyond the brief, hollow, trending prevention. A child raised to be seen, but never heard, A caged, silent singer, a captive bird. When will society allow them their words? All we see on the social box, every absurd like Sarah Baartman Experiment flashing—it’s them, the Gilded, who served Generations of power, their lanes thoroughly swervedSeason 26

Black Jobs Black Pearl Spectrum wave Publishing Spectrum Wave Music Ent. Copyright@2026 Oh, napkins Table cloths You need to move on. napkins On the hot pursuit. napkins Are always singing The same old, Day in Day out tired songs. Every election They pretend They care About Black folks, But napkins Don’t give a damn. One night, As the world watched On the flat box, The wizard came from Oz. Blond hair, blue eyes, Orange tan, pale face, Yellow yoke veneers shining From ear to ear. He invites Black folks To follow along His yellow brick road. ( like the color of his teeth) He said he is returning Black folks’ jobs. But I don’t know ’Bout Black folks’ jobs. Did we ever have Black jobs? Where is the Black job? Where are the Black jobs? North, East, West, South— Are those Black jobs? Remember, We were told We were lazy slobs. Wizard from the North Refuses to pay Our back taxes Court dues. Removes us from history, Erases our music, Denies Black folks Even though. We have Built this country. Wizard insults Black folks Instead, by claiming We don’t know how to use A computer. Even though Dr. Mark Dean, First Black inventor, Built the PC. Oh, yeah, These remarks— Black folks find The wizard’s Racial patterns. It ain’t right. Where the jobs at? Day by day, Night by night, Lines get longer, Hope gets slight. Unemployment rising In the pale moonlight. Black folks Are always the scapegoat In every table cloth And napkin Wizard scheme. But this ain’t a joke. Black folks, Stay woke! What would the world be Without Black jobs? Coding us to spy, Programming us to track— Digital slave catchers Never looking back. Old chains in new wire, Same ancient trap. Black jobs, Black jobs, Black jobs. We got Black jobs! We are moving on up! Project 2025? Another social experiment Because of Black jobs Weather man Forecast Sums black jobs Won’t last Joblawless Homelessness Lawlessness cling so fast All began on the first month If you qualify On production line Take your time Your punch card Already check out! Black jobs Where are the jobs ? Where are the jobs ? Where are the Black jobs at? Chorus Spectrum Wave Music Entertainment Spectrum wave Publishing Copyright@2026 Season 25

Rain Black Pearl Spectrum Wave publishing Copyright@2026 I met the most wisest Women in the world; I have ever known She once advised me A long time ago, When trouble waters, It entered like a thief Lurking in the night. She also said, When hard times are rising, Whether it is light or dark, Our lives would never fall apart If the sky is red, purple, or blue, Just sing for the rain. When it rains, My daughter, Go, let it rain Allow it to rain on you Rain, She said, You must always ask for the rain When it rains, Please, Hope it never goes away! Have the rain flow all the way Especially, those dreadful nights Let it rain Rain form like the mighty army Do not be alarm Rain, Have it circle all around Let it rain Rain, It is a sign of your breakthrough Trouble waters won’t last long Here comes the rain As she sang, Rain comes my way I’m in so much crisis hardships, say goodbye Hello, Rain please come my way Please make it flow my way I feel the rain Showering it down every day It's about to come on down As I hear the sound It is going to wash all of me Release it now, Every joy and pain I can feel the rain It is come tumbling Down Wash me Cleanse inside Rinse Recycle Rain on me Let it rain Come on rain on me I have a breakthrough Rain Thank you For the rain Rain on us Shower your heavenly rain When the rain releases down, Please, Bring it my way I want to pour all Rain on me Wash me inside Breakthrough can release I feel alive As the rain comes tumbling down, Have it come my way Let it rain Rain Season 24

GALA MASQUERADE BLACK PEARL BLACK PEARL Spectrum wave Publishing COPYRIGHT@2026 This universe is crazy. Sometimes it’s getting a little bit Lazy. Amazing Every story often begins with Middle, and end. Tell me the reason Why do the good die young? While the good often Stands against all odds, I find it sad when A common man Has a liver scare No healthcare He couldn’t afford He got off life support , so give us the reason While the other man Lives, By getting high On his own supply Fools the world He remains Glamorous He dresses in his Suit and tie Escort installed Makeup nails lashes High Heel shoes Thousand dollar ticket Plus Donate over ten-thousand Night hour Follow the leader Devil’s playground Clock strikes 12 The show must go on ( gala masquerade) Blood sacrifices Mimic the pleasants To eat cake Food lands Into the trash While the show must Go on Red carpet Everyone Having a ball Refuse to ask Hides behind mask ( gala masquerade) Around a corner Behind, (gala masquerade) Behind a parking lot You may Find, A family hides in tents like Long distance Friends /sea at west /military island Scared straight No crust bread While Shivering in the cold, They sing a tune To keep warm. Give me the reason Why Ignore the disadvantages World in crisis The show must go on See the main attractions (Gala masquerade) City never sleeps City all may not eat City prices are high Like crimes Take a bite of apple , but the show Must go on Center stage Everyone Looking all Doll up Very fancy (Gala masquerade) The universal is crazy Some man life is so easy While other man finds it the hard way Mustard a job He/she will work As a slave, by being held In a bear cave Because the head Took a bribe against Natives’ lives. Diamonds Art Museum Millions To billions circle Wave their hands After the fans Snap for the camera Guests Step inside Dance the night way Where is their pride All hidden secrets Are no longer hide Day by day, Charity Never belongs To the common man (Gala masquerade) SPECTRUM WAVES MUSIC ENTERTAINMENY COPYRIGHT@2026 Season 23

Democracy Or Regime: The Choice We Made
Democracy Or Regime: The Choice We Made Black Rose Pearl Black Pearl Spectrum Wave Publishing Copyright@2026 Did We Vote for Democracy or Regime? We once lived beneath a security blanket, vast and wide, Democracy, our shelter, our guardian, our guide. It nestled us safe from the coming storm, A steadfast promise, faithful and warm. It built an economy with an even trade, Where voices could speak, unshaken, unafraid. Ideas could rise for the whole world to see, And even in critique, we breathed freely. Democracy rode as a horse, mighty and true, Pouring strength into education, health, and stability too. It swung the door open for every woman and man, And called that word by name: Equality—its plan. It ensured no child, no woman, no man would go hungry, be left behind And barred the iron fist—unyielding, never sundry. But in 2024, some doubted this grace, And woke a sleeping serpent in its place. It came as a regime, with a cold, dividing hand, And began to strip away the freedoms of our land. It took from the many, gave to the few, And those who followed, believing its power true, Will learn in time: that borrowed might decays, And the light they worship will soon fade away. We are hanging by a string when it comes to democracy, ladies, and gentlemen. Look. Now look—see how democracy’s foundation is strained. A journalist, born of Baton Rouge, who carried the pain Of ancestors through slavery, sharecropping’s chain, Jim Crow’s cruelty, and civil rights’ gain— For thirty years his voice was clear, Using the First Amendment to persevere: Free speech, free press, assembly, belief. Yet before a crowd, in stunning grief, As he stood to receive honor, a moment brief, The regime took him—a public arrest, Silencing truth, and putting justice to test. Toni Morrison, a world star, with wisdom clear, Warned how they come for the art we hold dear. Journalism is part of the collective soul, A vital piece that makes the nation whole. This pattern is not new—this regime has been here before, And now it returns, seeking ever more. See how election pillars begin to sway: In Georgia, 2020, boxes were taken away. Agents of influence, in shadow and light, Altered the balance of power and right. Scotland is begging back for the captain and the crew which the regime had subdued. When numbers are tampered, and data won’t match, When ballots go silent, and totals detach, What becomes of the vote? What becomes of the trust? When the system is shaken, and fairness turns to dust? What then of our rights—the