A Generation of Generations Time (part 1)

A generation of generations time.

From the original motion of time to the categorical motion of timing,

Which changes dimensions of space and land and new beginnings.

People need to dream.

How do we dream in death?

Is death the beginning of our existence?

Are dreams what connects us to time,

And all the while evil is lurking in our mist;

That is of perfecting our curse?

When do we escape?

Or is it just a lie where a slain body was a kidnapped reality,

And because of that person lying dead in the streets,

Made commissary for release?

Rather dream freedom...How do we begin?

By knowing our Lord and Savior of the Universe-

And to learn to look from within....

Some people are like Queens.

But don't Queens give up,

Do they know that they are prisoners or a show?

It bothers me when a generation of people hide behind masks,

And say just a little of this and a little of that,

Will take away the pain in our lives!

Knowing that...a little bad leavens a lot of that.

There's that generational curse that creates a whole new

Beginning of time.

God is good!

But no...neither one of us?

I don't know but to hope for this curse to leave us!

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