Creating Choice

A rattling tinkered deep Within the abyss of trust Nothing is NOW Just always WAS No time, space, matter To clutter up flow Just nothing created Nothing to grow Yellow oil flung loose Causing a bang to sound All that sprang forth Began to produce...ground .......territory Who could have known THE WAY Would be wrought with lies and deceit Against the one who moved So LOVE could be A heart purer than light Wanting creation to choose Authority to rule Sacrificed as the accused Few are those who understand The path to create free will Desiring to fully embrace Children who only want to KILL ........their father Written by Trudy Schrader on 11/13/2021