Love distorted becomes an obsession, u can’t put right until u consider the options, takes time to put down roots to farm, but the seeds of life were altered with abandon, no baby born in such circumstance reaches peak, or receives the love that was meant to be, priorities changed there was molestation of truth, hearts are playing fearless games without understanding the truth, the trade off in human terms being more than a loathing, agreements made vows taken trust misplaced, the first signs of malice and foreboding, only the materially poor have the chance of creating love, the purest form of love the kind that creates new life, but it's taking shape and happening worldwide, against all odds it's in such times such love shines, most give up the journey as roots wither and fade, words spoken don't meet the action required, little chance for the divine creation to come full cycle under such pressure, with each passing decade the solution became remote impossible sometimes.
Evil titans fully aware designed the game for this to happen, hopelessness cynicism individualism self expression mixed with luke warm love, lets call it passion and impulse mixed with strong emotion, it was never true love except in the hardest of situations, all hope of pure love as distant as the the stars, everyone playing a role rather than getting stuck in the mayhem, afraid to get hurt always seeking afraid of losing holding too tight, therefore giving up on the true meaning of creation, and the waiting became a play Becket wrote about, the essence of Godot a warning to all with ears and unselfish expectation. Divorce second wife career more important, the self our sole and only passion then children came along and new life, the only hope for our salvation the creation of a true life, and they were targeted too by these same people of evil persuasion, who allowed paranoia propaganda and fear to rule our minds pattern, forever providing reason temptation circumstance all designed, to create doubt and love’s abandon, hoping that the recklessness of the human race would be seen by God most high, a good reason to delay our wholesale desperation. leaving us to these heart eating souls without a care for the world, they planned. If there is no love he’ll not bother they assumed, then along came a spider who managed to creep up on the party, reignited true love with wholesale determination, a last chance improvisation the prayers of some good souls were answered, earned a resting place in the heavens of creation, and it worked,…amen to all the babbling fools who abound in so many places of influence, they no longer control the minds or the love and are now themselves facing a rather difficult conclusion and a judgment for the malice in their intentions, all organized planned and carried out for decades…david versus goliath..well we know who won out….end of story…my whiskey is dead, have you ever tasted wild turkey, never too late to make up so they say..Loving honestly, you just can’t fake it
Evil titans fully aware designed the game for this to happen, hopelessness cynicism individualism self expression mixed with luke warm love, lets call it passion and impulse mixed with strong emotion, it was never true love except in the hardest of situations, all hope of pure love as distant as the the stars, everyone playing a role rather than getting stuck in the mayhem, afraid to get hurt always seeking afraid of losing holding too tight, therefore giving up on the true meaning of creation, and the waiting became a play Becket wrote about, the essence of Godot a warning to all with ears and unselfish expectation. Divorce second wife career more important, the self our sole and only passion then children came along and new life, the only hope for our salvation the creation of a true life, and they were targeted too by these same people of evil persuasion, who allowed paranoia propaganda and fear to rule our minds pattern, forever providing reason temptation circumstance all designed, to create doubt and love’s abandon, hoping that the recklessness of the human race would be seen by God most high, a good reason to delay our wholesale desperation. leaving us to these heart eating souls without a care for the world, they planned. If there is no love he’ll not bother they assumed, then along came a spider who managed to creep up on the party, reignited true love with wholesale determination, a last chance improvisation the prayers of some good souls were answered, earned a resting place in the heavens of creation, and it worked,…amen to all the babbling fools who abound in so many places of influence, they no longer control the minds or the love and are now themselves facing a rather difficult conclusion and a judgment for the malice in their intentions, all organized planned and carried out for decades…david versus goliath..well we know who won out….end of story…my whiskey is dead, have you ever tasted wild turkey, never too late to make up so they say..Loving honestly, you just can’t fake it
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