Book 9
Heaven quote-unquote existed...pre-the universe’s birth...
If’s God’s really real, it’s Him that Made it, just for what it’s worth...
That would mean this life’s illusion...Manufactured, something ‘other’...
How on earth are we supposed to know what’s real or just a Cover?...
That’s just it!...It can’t be answered!...No mere man can say for sure...
Where’d’ya draw the line when space and time are cogs in God’s Design?...
Who can say the world existed...pre-the day you came to be?...
Since we know it’s all illusion...who can prove that ‘they’ can see?...
Maybe some of us are Chosen? Maybe only you or me?...
We can’t say for certain so we’ll treat each other beautifully...
Either way, it’s God’s Design...Avoid the risk of spiritual fine!...
Time, they say’s eternal though I thought they said that God’s Exempt...
He Exists outside the structure...that we quote-unquote enjoy...
Everything is Planned...’Add’, understand and don’t ‘destroy’...
I am...The source of consciousness comes from outside of the body...This suggests, if not, say, proves, that ‘thoughts’ are all, say, channeled...’...“I make known the end(, my friend) from(, say,) the (start or, say,) beginning...what is still to come. I say, ‘My...will (is not ‘my’ own)”’...
God ‘Removed’ the dark from light. That’s right! The two were once as one... while ‘Darkness’(, some say ‘evil’,) is all God. The doctor’s wrong!...Song was first inspired by silence...Love is noticed most through hate...God Made men...believe in ‘evil’...Beasts will meet at Moses’ gate...Just wait until you hear what’s in your DNA...It’s Yahweh’s Name!...Why, we are but Machines of sorts...His naughts and ones, I am...A shameless sham; free will’s illusion...Logic sticks to ‘my’ conclusion...All ‘our’ thoughts and science must make sense within The Plan...If channeling is, indeed, a thing, which gives the voice box things to sing, say, how can any thought be free within Set-destiny?...When we factor in the theory; butterflies meet sliding doors; each tidal wave’s a steppingstone-pre- Planned-perpetually...Time does not exist, in truth...The dawn of time is always now...The universe is screaming ‘Trust!’...just please don’t ask me how...I am...A(re )men(?)...my friend or, in fact, foe...The soul’s a sort of software so know nothing that ‘they’ say today can prove that God’s not there...I swear...I am..
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