So, This Is My Petition To Call Jorge Rivera-Herrans The Brandon Sanderson Of Music. With The Amount

So, this is my petition to call jorge Rivera-Herrans the brandon sanderson of music. With the amount and the quality of his works, and how fast he releases them.

Also, boyhe are payed in trauma

A movie about a spy being sent to an old retired general of an opposing country's army, who after his retirement turned into a massive hit singer.

The spy tries to get to be this singer's apprentice, and manages to at the end.

The singer teaches him how to sing and preform untill he discovered that his apprentice is a spy, they have a fight and the spy manages to escape with the wanted information.

The end scene is the spy singing a song in his car while holding the file in his hands.

The movie's name?

The perfect cover.

Everyone. What fors this say about humanity? (Only wrong answers)

Dark chocolate

And sometimes I feel like life is a chocolate

And a dark one it is.

But you can't forget that it comes in percentages

And the 90% is the best.

‏In a gentle town, where skies are wide,

‏Six little birds took flight with pride.

‏Their feathers shimmered, a vibrant teal,

‏As they soared above, with grace they reveal.

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‏High above the trees, they danced and twirled,

‏Their melodies, a gift to the world.

‏With each sweet note, their voices blend,

‏A symphony of joy, they kindly send.

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‏Through fields and valleys, they gracefully glide,

‏Their wings outstretched, in the golden tide.

‏Their journey takes them far and near,

‏Spreading happiness, without any fear.

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‏In this peaceful town, their presence known,

‏Their vibrant colors, like a precious stone.

‏Children look up, with wonder in their eyes,

‏As the birds paint the sky, with hues that mesmerize.

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‏Oh, gentle birds, your beauty so rare,

‏You bring hope and love, with every air.

‏In this town, you're cherished and adored,

‏For the happiness you bring, we are forever grateful, oh lord

4 gifts is what life gives you as you grow

The flowers of spring were given to me by my mother, who taught me to love and laugh.

The light of summer was given to me by my brother, who taught me to understand and think

The winds of fall were laid on me by mom, who made me learn to fear my emotions

The shadows of winter were laid on me by my brother, who made me learn to not trust myself.

But here is the gift I hope to deliver, the wheel of time. It has scratches from old use and some of abuse, it has landed on every spot and yet rolls so slick, it makes you realise, those were not all the gifts.