wanting what ?and why ?and how can it come to be? alone in my liveing room asking myself thee. running aroung in my mind full of wisedom. where does it end? when you need to be present in the system.,and ideas fill up my mind like albert einstien where do minds go? when  no connection of the divine? without the mind the heart is left in the cold. so be it .and make it so that story unfolds.angels from god sent are here to keep souls to better from worse through heaven from hell we are connected and together we fell. up to the heavens down to the earth everything is the same we never seperated from birth. we are always the same. and in endless games. so listen to the earth it sits still and remains.

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