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Did Christ really appear to me in Paramaribo?

JUST OPEN THE DOOR (lyrics)

Talk about the beloved Son.
Don’t want him to be imprisoned.
Say a prayer for the only Son.
Get him out of this dirty prison!
He’s all by himself.
Why don’t you stop thinking of yourself?
Don’t you know he badly wants to come closer?
Yeah, he’s not just another fake poser.
So we’d better move one step closer!
We… we need the key to open the door.
Don’t feel scared anymore.
Just maybe there’s a way to save his life.
We must do what’s right.

A few days ago, on October 3rd, I wrote this song, and then on October 6th I made an a cappella recording of it with my smartphone. Click on the audio file below to listen to the song.

A very special event from my childhood inspired me to write this song. As a child I saw a Christ-like figure and I now wonder if this man was the real Christ himself or someone else. So in other words, did I see a supernatural being or just a mortal? It’s a rather bizarre question, I guess. After decades of carrying this secret memory around, I would like to share my story with you. My life on Earth is only temporary, so I better tell it now before it’s too late. After telling this story, I would also like to share my thoughts on the Bible, God, Satan, the concept of heaven and hell, and discrimination by fake Christians.

I was born (7 October 1978) and raised in the Netherlands. In July 1989 I was 10 years old and went on vacation to Suriname. I spent a day with my biological father who lived in Suriname. At that time he worked as a representative of the prosecution in Suriname. We drove through Paramaribo, the capital of Suriname, in his red sports car. He bought me a big white teddy bear and also a black female doll (Surinamese kotomisi doll) from a souvenir shop, because I loved dolls, even though I was a boy. I was a more girly boy, which was an early sign that I might be gay, by the way. We also went to the zoo that day and afterward I watched a movie with one of my cousins at my dad’s house in the afternoon. That same day, probably in the morning (or maybe it was the afternoon? Sorry, I don’t remember), he took me to the police station in the center of Paramaribo, because as a public prosecutor he could easily gain access there. He wanted me to see real prisoners. I thought that was a great idea and I was very curious. Inside the police station, to the left of the reception, my father showed me the jail cells at the back of the building where the prisoners were behind closed doors, so we could not see them directly, but there was a small observation window on every jail door. There was a wide corridor with prison cells on the left side and also on the right side. So we started with the cells on the left. My father lifted me up at every jail door, so that I was able to look through that little window. I saw many dark men of African descent. Those men looked at me while sitting on chairs. In most cells there was only one prisoner. I vaguely remember seeing two men in one cell. Every guy wore regular clothes: a T-shirt and pants. The men were very calm. There was also some other furniture in their cells such as a table or a bed. Finally, my father and I walked to the last jail cell on the right side of the wide corridor. He lifted me up again and I looked through that little window. I saw a man sitting on the floor, in the left corner against the wall, at the back of his room. He was the only prisoner with light brown skin and dark wavy hair down to his shoulders. I was surprised, because it was unusual for Surinamese men to have that long hairstyle and he did not look black (West African), Hindustani (Indian), Javanese or Chinese, which are the largest ethnic groups in Suriname. Or maybe he was mixed (biracial or multiracial)? So I wondered where he came from. Was this guy from Suriname or another country? Maybe a Latino from Brazil or an Arab from the Middle East? I did not know. Anyway, his cell was completely empty inside. There was no furniture (chair, table or bed) at all. There was only a small light on the ceiling. The man sat on the floor with his knees up. When he saw my eyes, he got up slowly. He was wearing a loincloth, the rest of his body was not covered. He was slim to slightly athletic and tall. Then he walked towards me, so I got scared and told my father to put me down on the floor. Then after a few seconds I asked him to lift me up again. I looked through the window again and saw the prisoner walk away, but then he turned around suddenly and walked towards me again. I got scared again and told my father that the prisoner was coming back, so I told him to put me down again. Then after a few seconds I told my father to lift me up again, so that I could look at the creepy prisoner one more time. The tall guy already walked away, but then he turned around again and came back to me! I told my father to put me down again. This went on for a while until the prisoner gave up, probably tired of this game, and didn’t turn around anymore. He walked back to the wall of his room and sat down on the floor again while leaning with his back against the wall. I asked my father to put me down again. Then we walked away and left the police station.

So this is a real-life event and not a dream, but the prisoner looked exactly like a man that I had seen in a dream in 1985, when I was 6 years old. In this dream a man reached out his hands to me and showed me the stigmata in both hands. I have talked about this before in another blog post. That’s why I wonder if this prisoner was Yeshua himself. Did the Christ appear to me in a cell at a police station in Paramaribo? This question will haunt me forever. To be honest, it took me many years to realize that the prisoner looked very much like the wounded man from my dream in 1985, although the prisoner had dark brown hair and the Christ from my dream had black hair, but I think hair color is less important, as this can change depending on the lighting in the room. They had the same type of face and body. Both men looked sweaty and wore loincloths. Why didn’t I notice this before? Strange that I was so blind. It’s one of the weirdest experiences in my life. I still can’t explain it, because it goes against all logic. I know that the historical Yeshua, who lived in the Roman province of Judaea, may have been a black African man with curly or kinky hair, but the man I saw in my 1985 dream looked different and seemed more like an Arab or a Palestinian. So which one is true? I don’t know, so the actual appearance of Christ remains a mystery. I think the Christ wanted to be recognizable to me, since I was just a little child, so that’s why he decided to appear as a more familiar version of himself, namely a man with light brown skin and long dark hair that fell to his shoulders. By the way, I believe the prisoner that I saw in 1989 was a real person and not a spirit. I’m not sure if my father saw the prisoner. Back in 2003 I asked my father in a letter if he could remember this event. He did respond to my letter, but he didn’t address my specific question about our visit to the police station. Perhaps he’d forgotten, because it took him a few months to reply. As an adult I haven’t had another opportunity to discuss this memory with my father, because I had very little contact with him after my 19th birthday. Fortunately, my mother still remembers that I was with him that day in July 1989. My cousin still remembers it too. Sadly, my father passed away on 6 January 2018, coincidentally also the day that I was baptized in a Catholic church in The Hague in 1980. As a child I did not see him often, because he lived in another country, but I do know that my father was a Christian. When I was about 9 years old, he visited my home in The Hague and gave me a present. It was a book, my first Bible, the children’s version with colorful illustrations. Most of the time I just looked at the pictures and sometimes I read stories about Genesis, Adam and Eve, David the Shepherd, the Binding of Isaac, the Nativity and Crucifixion of Yeshua, but I never read the Bible from start to finish, so there were a lot of stories about Christ that I didn’t know. Besides, the children’s version has been abbreviated quite a bit, as many stories and details from the adult version have been omitted. I was in my 20s when I decided to read the adult version of the Bible for the very first time, but I never finished the book, because I didn’t like it. Actually, I do like some parts of the New Testament, but I don’t like all that threat of making sinful people weep and gnash their teeth in Gehenna. I do not recognize Christ in these intimidating words, so I think it’s a lie. Christ never spoke in this nasty manner. It’s simply not how he thinks. He often spoke about forgiveness. Yeshua is not a sadist. I especially dislike the Old Testament because the Hebrew God is so unsympathetic, just not a nice guy at all. By the way, I don’t believe that God is an old white man with a beard who lives in heaven. In fact, I believe the real God does not look human at all. God is much greater than that. Secondly, I’ve never believed that Eve was created from Adam’s bone, which is one of the most misogynistic stories in human history. Third, a loving God would never ask a father to sacrifice his own son (Isaac) and would never kill children, as the evil Hebrew God did to Egyptian boys according to Exodus. Fourth, the Jews are not God’s chosen people. They should not have any privileges over other ethnic groups living in the Southern Levant, such as Muslim Palestinians and Arabs. That is discrimination. A loving God would love everyone. I have also never believed that the Hebrew God of the Old Testament and Christ of the New Testament are the same person. Christ never claimed to be God and never said that you should worship a human being. I believe the Bible is full of lies made up by evil men. The God mentioned in the Old Testament is not really a god, certainly not a loving one, and did not create the universe, but I do believe that Christ is an angel who came to Earth and tried to make people more tolerant of outcasts and scapegoats. He wanted to teach them about love. Gehenna is a lie. Maybe hell is a place in your heart and soul, filled with hate, but it’s certainly not a fixed physical location somewhere in the universe. A loving God would never ever create a place of eternal punishment. It’s barbaric. Evil men spin stories to put fear in your hearts. It’s simply brainwashing.

Of course, I also disapprove of the Hebrew God calling feminine homosexual men an abomination, as I’m a gay man myself. Yes, I’m glad there’s no medicine to cure me of this wonderful gay ‘disease’. Some Christians say it’s okay to have gay feelings, but not to act on them, which is even worse, because it means they want a gay man to remain single for the rest of his life. No love, no friendship. What’s the point of living if you’re forced to live by someone else’s man-made book, preventing you from being yourself and having real contact with people? Humans are social animals. Love is much older than the Torah, the Bible and the Quran. So yes, homosexuality is much older than all those books. You should not need permission from people around you just to date another adult man or woman. Another prejudice among Christians is that they call homosexuality and pedophilia the same. It’s simply a way to demonize gay men. Most gay men are not pedophiles. As a matter of fact, I think there are many more straight men who are pedophiles. So where does this prejudice against gay men come from? Perhaps from the negative Christian rhetoric about homosexuality in ancient Greece? Were all gay men in Greece really pedophiles? Because that seems to be what many people think. Or is that just a lie from homophobic Christian historians? Are Christians so much better? Why is there so much child abuse by priests and nuns in churches? Well, it’s a complicated subject and I won’t blame the sins of these churches on Christ because he never supported pedophilia. Although I’m very critical and skeptical of the Bible and the church, I still love Yeshua because I believe he would never bully or discriminate homosexual men, women or black people. He said that you should treat others the way you would like to be treated. Love your neighbor as yourself. Christ also disapproved of casting stones at women and scapegoats. In other words, he was a very peaceful and nonviolent man, probably an Essene (follower of John the Baptist). The Essenes were ascetics who were often unmarried and chose to remain single. So it saddens me that millions of mean-spirited people call themselves ‘Christians’, even though they clearly are not, and use Christ’s name to oppress LGBTQI, women and black people, because that was never Yeshua’s intention. Everything they do is the opposite of what Christ wanted to teach people. He never supported toxic hypermasculinity or white supremacism. In fact, he was not a white man. So people who do evil in Christ’s name are fascists and followers of the Antichrist, not of Christ. In other words, they are not real Christians.

I think I know who the devil is, because I have met him in dreams too. So I know the difference between Christ and the devil. And let me tell you, the devil does not look like a red-skinned or dark-skinned man with horns on his head, as we always see in paintings, illustrations and movies. The devil is much more likely to appear on Earth as an attractive light-skinned person in a suit and tie, because he will try to gain your trust. He knows that many people will look at him, listen to him and worship him. I believe that the Antichrist would choose to appear as a man and not a woman because white men tend to get more attention in our misogynistic and racist society. Moreover, evil is more present in men than in women. I know that many women can be violent psychopaths too, for example, female soldiers in the IDF aka IOF (Israeli Occupation Forces) which is committing genocide in Gaza in Palestine, but throughout human history most criminals (especially top criminals) have been men. It’s easier to seduce men into committing evil acts because most men simply cannot express tender emotions and want to make a lot of money quickly. They can’t give love because they are too selfish and that’s why this world is a mess. The Antichrist is the worst man of all. He is the most toxic male role model for young men and boys you can imagine. He will teach them to become narcissists. That’s why he deserves to be called the Antichrist. He will divide and conquer, support gun violence and instigate wars. He will never try to create a safe world for children because he doesn’t care about them. We are just numbers to him. This is the evil entity that y’all are dealing with. Wake up, people! The great castle is on fire! It seems like Gehenna or hell is a place on Earth right now, but it was not always like this, so where and when did it go wrong? I can imagine that many people believe this world was created by Satan and not by a loving God, as there is too much suffering on Earth. There have been too many genocides throughout history. I think one of the first genocides was the mass murder of Neanderthals, the original indigenous population of Europe and West Asia, about 40,000 years ago. They have been demonized and dehumanized by modern humans (Homo sapiens) who do not call them fully human, just as they did with black Africans in previous centuries. Sadly, there are still millions of white supremacists (e.g. Mormons) who believe that me and my African ancestors are not fully human and therefore have no right to happiness and freedom. They believe that black people are closer to monkeys because their faces look different and because many African countries are underdeveloped technologically and economically. So they think that most black people have a lower IQ. By the way, why do white supremacists think being related to monkeys is bad? I think monkeys are amazing and very intelligent animals. Now back to Neanderthals: in the 21st century Western scientists still believe Neanderthals are a different race or species (Homo neanderthalensis). It is believed they had a lower IQ because their brains functioned differently and they lived a simple life. Well, I don’t find this theory convincing. I think Neanderthals were simply a different ethnicity. When I see images of reconstructed Neanderthals, I see real people. On a side note, scientists say that Neanderthals were short because the average height for males was 1.68 meters (5’6″). But the average height for males in the Roman Empire (about 2,000 years ago) was the same. So in a period of roughly 38,000 years most modern humans (Romans) had not grown taller? I thought they were much taller than Neanderthals, so it doesn’t make any sense. Anyway, I suspect Neanderthals were massacred because they did not have Caucasian facial features. After the genocide of the Neanderthals by the so-called Caucasian Cro-Magnons, who probably originated from the Caucasus, many more genocides took place worldwide. So it makes sense that many people believe this world must have been created by Satan. But I’m inclined to believe that this world was originally created by a loving God and then hijacked by an evil spirit or a group of evil spirits who somehow managed to fill people’s hearts with hatred. So people decided to worship the wrong spirit(s). The irony is that all these mean-spirited people think they are entitled to go and live in an imaginary heaven somewhere in the clouds or some other dimension. But what will happen to this heavenly place when it’s filled with millions of nasty people from Earth? Well, this heaven would soon become a hellhole too, because if people have hatred in their hearts and souls while living on Earth, then all that hatred will not suddenly disappear when they fly to heaven in the afterlife. So I would definitely stay away from their ‘heaven’, because it’s not a real heaven. It’s the grand illusion.

Now back to my story about the prisoner in 1989. Perhaps the prisoner in a cell in Paramaribo was just an ordinary man who happened to look a lot like the Yeshua figure from my dream in 1985. But why did he behave that way? His behaviour was so different from all other prisoners at that police station. He tried to get closer to me, while the others did not! Even though he was just a mortal and not Christ himself, I believe that God sent him to me at that moment because God wanted to tell me something. And the message is, I guess, don’t forget about Christ! He has been abused by people for centuries, not only physically, but also mentally and emotionally. These Satanists changed Christ’s original identity and name (probably African or Asian) and turned him into a European blond ‘Jesus’. They misinterpreted his teachings and used them to commit and justify atrocities around the world. So I wonder if Christ appeared in my dreams because he wants me to help him restore his name and focus on his original message. By the way, this real-life event from 1989 was the reason for getting a recurring dream about visiting a Christ-like figure in prison when I was a teenager in high school in the 90s. But that’s another story.

Love,
Ryan Maurice Roemer
October 2025

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Send yourself to me (lyrics)

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Walk away! Come back to me!
The turning point.
Your mind changed.
Walk away! Come back to me!
The turning point.
Your mind changed.

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Am I a song playing in your head?
You can’t forget it.
Your rhythm changed.
Am I a song playing in your head?
You can’t forget it.
Your rhythm changed.

Hey hey, send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself to me.

Send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself to me.
Hey hey, send yourself! Send yourself!
Send yourself!

I wrote this song in September 1992 when I was 13 years old. Now I’m 44.
I still enjoy singing it after 31 years and that 13 year old boy still lives inside of me.
A lot of things have changed in the world since 1992, but some things never change.
My love for music will never change.
I will sing forever as long as I have a voice.
Even if I lose it one day, my spirit will always sing.
Song recorded: 4 August 2023.

‘Accompanied by the thunder’ (song) and my story: struck by lightning in 2008

I like the elements of nature.
Listen to the sounds of streaming water.
Beauty is everywhere.
The Earth is my home.

In the sky I hear thunder.
In the sky I see the lightning.
I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.

I like to walk around in nature,
watching the trees giving me shelter.
Flowers grow everywhere.
This world is my home.

In your heart I hear thunder.
In your soul I see the lightning.
I know how it feels to be accompanied by the thunder.

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer.
Audio recording on 10 August 2023.

I started writing this song in January/February 1998 when I was 19 years old. I guess I felt the need to romanticize the forces of nature. I wondered how it would feel to be close to forces such as lightning which I considered a manifestation of divinity and the incredible creative power of the Universal Spirit which some people call ‘God’. Well, you’d better be careful what you wish for, because exactly 10 years later on Sunday the 20th of July 2008 I was struck by lightning during my vacation in Suriname. I was 29 when this happened, the most dramatic and wonderful event of my life. Me, my mother, stepfather and half sister went on vacation to Suriname to visit our family there. I had not been to Suriname for almost a decade. The last time was in July 1999. So it felt good to be back in Suriname with my family and on the 20th of July 2008 we decided to visit Colakreek, a blackwater creek in Para (= district of Suriname), which is a very popular recreation park for people in Suriname. My maternal grandmother, uncle, his wife (= my godmother) and two cousins came with us to visit Colakreek. It was a warm sunny day with a clear blue sky. We drove from Paramaribo (= the capital of Suriname) to Colakreek in Para District. When we arrived at Colakreek, we were welcomed by a Native American family who are friends with my uncle and his wife. This family owned a nice bungalow there with two beautiful gazebos in the garden. Me and some relatives decided to sit down under a gazebo right next to the small river. On the land on the other side of the water I saw several groups of people sitting under gazebos. There was a large crowd in the park that day. I guess over 150 people spent the afternoon there and many of them played in the water. Everybody seemed to feel happy and enjoy nature there. It was a hot day, because the sun was shining so brightly, but the tropical trees and gazebos provided some cover. I didn’t want to swim in the water because of the mosquitoes, so I stayed under the gazebo with my mother and grandmother.

After some hours the weather changed suddenly. First it started to drizzle, but then suddenly it started to rain very hard. It was a typical tropical downpour. The hard rain came so unexpected that many people had to quickly seek shelter. I stood under the gazebo near the water, watching some people still in the water. Then suddenly out of nowhere lightning struck the water just a few feet away from me. So I could see the lightning bolt right in front of me and that was an incredible view! It’s the loudest and most intimidating sound that I have ever heard. Of course, everyone knows the sound of lightning, but to hear and see it from so close is very different. I’ll never forget that view and that sound. First I heard the electrical sound from lightning and then I heard the explosive sound from the thunder. I guess it must be similar to a bomb explosion. Everything happened so fast. I let out a cry of terror (that actually sounded kind of funny), because suddenly my arms went up from the electricity. My arms and legs became completely stiff and this lasted for a few seconds. It took a while before I could move my arms and legs normally again. I realized that I had been hit by a spark from that lightning bolt and that I must have had a serious electric shock. I was surprised that the electric shock didn’t hurt at all. I never felt any physical pain. I only felt a soft tingling in the skin around my right chest and shoulder. I told my mother that I had been struck, but she could not believe me. She remained in denial for a long time, so I guess the shock and the idea that her son had been struck by lightning was too much for her at that moment. Then I unbuttoned my shirt so I could get a better look at my right shoulder. I didn’t have any injuries. My skin looked normal, but after a few minutes the red veins under the skin started to become more and more visible. Eventually the veins started to look like a landscape map that stretched from the right chest and shoulder to the top of my back. Now my mother, grandmother, godmother, sister and niece could clearly see that I had been struck by lightning. Everybody was in a state of shock. My mother later admitted that she had seen a flash of lightning right next to me, but at first she thought it had missed me. My godmother started to cry and my grandmother asked us to pray together which I normally never or rarely do, but this time I agreed, because my mom and godmother looked so scared. So we said the Lord’s Prayer: ‘Our Father in Heaven’. My grandmother was a Christian and believed this was a sign from God. We all lay down on the floor, because my family was afraid that lightning would strike one of us again. Only my grandmother stayed in her chair. We could not leave our gazebo, because it kept storming.

My uncle, nephew and uncle’s friends were forced to stay under the other gazebo in the garden at a distance of about 30 meters from us. They wanted to come to our gazebo, but they could not leave because of the dangerous storm. There was thunder and lightning everywhere. My stepdad, who was still standing in an unprotected spot in the garden, had to run quickly to the car parked next to the house so that he could take shelter inside. That’s what he later told us after all the drama was over. He had to hide in the car for a long time, because the storm continued to rage for quite a long time. But after a while, the storm slowly began to subside. When I looked at the water again, I noticed that some unknown people were still in it. Two of them had passed out in the water, for they were closest to the lightning strike on the water. I assume they must have had an electric shock. Their families or friends came to rescue them and pulled them out of the river and carried them to a gazebo on the opposite river side. When the storm finally passed, my stepfather, uncle and nephew were able to come to our gazebo. They were shocked when they saw what had happened to me. My uncle’s friends told us they had never experienced anything like this at Colakreek before. The electricity was also out everywhere in the park. No one dared to go into the water anymore. After a while an ambulance arrived at one of the gazebos on the other side of the river. The ambulance took one of the fainted victims to the hospital. I felt so sad for this young man and hoped he would recover soon. Luckily I had no serious injuries, so me and my family decided to drive back to Paramaribo. My mother told me she believed that Mother Nature wanted to touch me. Those words stayed with me. Maybe she was right. I guess this was her attempt to turn something negative into something positive. While I was in the car I looked out of the window and felt very good like I was reborn. Then I noticed that the red veins under the skin around my right chest and shoulder were already starting to fade. When we finally got back to the city after a long drive, the visible veins on my chest, shoulder and back had completely disappeared. This little miracle happened within two to three hours. I felt so relieved! In Paramaribo we drove past a doctor and she took a look at my skin and asked me a few checking questions and then said I’m okay. She told me I was lucky and that my injury cleared up so quickly because it is in the mildest category. So that was the end of my adventure on that special day.

Exactly one week later, a sunny afternoon on Sunday the 27th of July 2008, I happened to meet my biological father in a supermarket parking lot in Paramaribo. I had not seen him for 11 years. The last time I saw him was in October 1997 when I had just turned 19 years old. So my father and I were right next to the supermarket and talked for a few minutes while my stepdad, uncle and niece were waiting in the car. My dad hugged me and said I’m always welcome. That was the last time I had seen him alive. Exactly 10 years later, on Saturday the 6th of January 2018, my father passed away unexpectedly due to diabetes. Nurses at the hospital were not able to save his life, because they didn’t have enough insulin for him. Healthcare is very bad in Suriname. I didn’t attend my father’s funeral in Paramaribo because I did not have a close relationship with him.

I felt so lucky and blessed after surviving the lightning strike. I knew the Christ had protected me that day (20 July), because I didn’t feel any pain when I was struck by lightning. Yeshua started appearing in my dreams when I was about 6 years old (in late 1984) and he kept appearing in dreams when I was a teenager and an adult. Just a few days before flying to Suriname in July 2008 I looked at a special photo that I had found on the internet. It was a photo of ‘Cristo Redentor’ (= Christ the Redeemer), a statue of Christ in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. Of course, I know that the historical Yeshua actually looked completely different from the representation of the statue, but I still found the picture of the statue interesting, because it shows how the statue’s head was struck by lightning on Sunday the 10th of February 2008. The statue looks so indestructible at that moment. I saved that photo on a USB stick before flying to Suriname. So when the same thing happened to my shoulder only two weeks after looking at that photo, I knew this was no coincidence. Being struck by lightning was the most dramatic, the most terrifying, the most beautiful and the most revealing event of my life. It showed me that Christ is real and much more than just a man who appeared in my dreams. Thank you for touching me, Mother Nature. I feel stronger now! Your lightning is part of my DNA now. And thank you for keeping me safe, Yeshua. On so many occasions you showed me that, even though I’m an androgynous gay man who faces a lot of discrimination in this mortal world, I will never walk alone in the universe. You have always been by my side and accepted me as I am, because you love all children of God.

Ryan Maurice Roemer
28 August 2023

The end is near (lyrics)

I know the end is near.
In a time of war and fear.
The end is near.
It’s all very clear.
We’re not safe anymore, my dear.
We’re doomed to live in fear.
There seems no end to all my tears.
I know the end is near.
It’s all very clear.
In a time of fear.
I’ve cried too many tears.
But I believe the end is near.
A brand new life…
A brand new world will appear
and wash away all my tears.

Song written by Ryan Maurice Roemer on 5th of October 2017.

You can listen to the song if you click on the video.
The song starts at 32:36.

You can also listen to other songs in this video.
13 original a cappella songs that I wrote.
With this collection of songs I celebrate loving outcasts / scapegoats, loving yourself, LGBT love and love for animals. We all want to be loved.
Filmed between the 6th and 14th of December 2020.
Audio quality is not the best, so you’ll hear some distortion.
I used a cheap camcorder for the recordings, because I was only practicing songs.
I hope you’ll still enjoy it….

Full track listing in video:

01. Not your kind / Wicked beast (medley)             00:10
02. The first love                                                          02:43
03. Such a flaming queen                                          03:50
04. Pussy Leroy                                                            07:30
05. Show love today                                                    08:45
06. Kiss of life                                                               10:01
07. Divine stallion (part 1)                                          13:56
08. Divine stallion (part 2)                                          17:17
09. Love gave the Earth horses                                 19:02
10. Mother goose                                                        24:56
11. Poor bird                                                                27:34
12. Animals will survive mankind                             30:09
13. The end is near                                                     32:36