Because time is merrily an illusion, and space is all but what it is, tangible matter
there is not nor shall there be any form of authentic coincidence.
years shall come to pass, and only 1 being shall be exhaled living form the exact same existence as it is self surrounded therefore; nothing new has ever just begun no matter how recent, young or current it may be sprung.
to each their own, whats right for you, to me could bring harm
most are truly cold, others are lukewarm
some seek God & some surely do not. So be not of what you’ve seen
and speak not about what your casual listenings have observed
be graceful as sheep but allow no person to over you take feat fore, every-being individually receives attainment of almighty, celestial direction bestowed by grand intention upon the minds and souls absorbing the radiance of the sun, moon and stars thee physically thriving life forces.
Being that they are; all extensions creating one part.
“Will you cast the stone?” or will you “Take the dart?”.
Inhabitants of the Being Globe,
Shalom.
There's a song
A song i long to sing
A tune so soft
No melody,is in need
A tune to sooth
The most dis-hearted soul
A un-rhyme to hear,
For an ear to listen?
So glide me away
To a melody so pure
For this sweet song
i long to hear
To all of you at the soupe.
Take care,Gary.
There's a sweet song
A song that sings
A tune to sooth,,
Away over the mountains
A song to hear
For an ear to listen
Sweep me away
A melody so pure
Glide me to the mountains
For this sweet song i hear,,,,,,,,
Okay
Now tell me
What Happening
I am listenings
Why you want to leave me
I just can't pictured
in my mind why
you want to leave me
Something I just got to know
Do you love me?
Do you want this relationship
last forever
Do you or not
Do you and me need some space
Please tell me
I am sorry
I just can't take right now
About a year
to clear out the fear
of lying
down under the resounding thunder
About time
that I see the crimes
or find the time
to think
About time
I have seen the dream
and felt the pelt
of half wit help and fall down
gravitational pull
the wool over the eyes
and fall down lies
about time to stop the lies
About time to see the tears
ripped without peers
and flapping like listenings
that belong to queers
About hope
I don't mesh with rope
or grope for slopes
that take me down
Around time
I saw the lines
that fled through shrines
and didn't believe
that in time
I might be fine
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