A Just in Case Prayer

There is no pace anymore time is picking up speed one day a mustard seed-the next a sky tree Nest generations offering songs to the breeze space time is bending around rib of infinity. A cluster of red heifers are being prepared elements for the third temple are mixed the loom of life weaving the second coming something callosal is happening some of it isn't going to be very pretty. Speed is the offspring of time and space the veil is being pulled away from great mysteries It wouldn't hurt to say a prayer-just in case even though you only half believe. For certain time is picking up speed the aligning of the starry prophesies the great veil is thinning frightening beautiful. Bleaching the grime out of the soul almost ready,