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In Michigan, the weather can change for the worst in October.
This particular Halloween came a blizzaring.
The lights went out and in a dark, dark room, candles were lit; therein, the opaquest narrative was captured.

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With the shape of
With figment
With look
I will invent the human.
Through the mind
Via light
With aspect
The being I will project.
I saw sadness.
It stared directly at me.
I gazed back.
It begins to glare.
I looked away.
Why am I afraid?
It is an ape, a primate.
With child fists, I walked toward this apelike creature and strike out.
Finally, I saw more than eyes and it pounces.
It is a little child as a man.
My hands represented some insight.
Would we fight?

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The universe stood as earth.
Solar we are to the sky above.
Humanity shouts with a hoarse voice.
Man, woman, and child stands as an echo.
God sent the demons.
The sinners are all of us.
Through commandment of what Hell is Heaven is not.
Demons are with God.

The Pacific Ocean is the end of the world.
It runs east and west.
Why do we not investigate this?
[Because our capabilities are limited!]
Are we afraid of what we will find?
We discovered each other and now we hesitate.
Procrastination is a thing that delays knowledge.
Are we wise to seek?
Demons are with God.
Are we?

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Body [body] {Body}!
Gut (gut)!
Skin and bones wake up!
I am a reincarnation of that that is not known.
Many have come before me but none was as I am.
I am the body for the human to gut a man.
However, women are now involved and they want to be in the belly.
Instinctive they are but this was only for man to do.
Why do they want to be that damned fool?
Unconscious to the world that they are within, one would ask self why they want to be like men.
The answer becomes to fit in.
What if there is one left out?
The answer becomes their bodies have been gutted and they are only GI.

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The Moon has no Gods.
The Sun is what speaks to us.
It tells us prophesy and what the world shall become.
We are mongoloid, brown and bronzed spiritual to our existence.

Our tribes are of North America.
A hundred plus [we] stand[s].
Our land is our strength.

We fought.
We won.
We lost.

Died from disease but gave birth once again.
Our population stands now and we are healthy.
The European man has given our wisdom and knowledge.
Our minds are set on our economic growth.
We will become political minded.
Five hundred nations are we those lost tribes of our history.

*****

The mockery of man is a stance of incorrectness.
It transforms through government and states that your freedoms are not anything to believe in.
You, as people, are nothing but possessions and no one knows who is blessed.
You are lucky to be here.
Your way of life is given by our nation’s wealth.
We are brought together as immigrants and the natives of this country are indigenous.
We cannot pretend that we are more than that.
We must pedestal ourselves to unity and know that people are only structure to adhere.

One came for liberation.
Others came via slavery.
Nomads were unbound.
They let them in.
Yet, they were said to be uncivilized.
Today we are unified.
We are the United States of America bound, bonded, and realized.
{We are gratis; free to form our own lives.}
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PENNED ON SEPTEMBER 13, 2014!
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