We have to face this we can't erase it because in the end it's all meaningless this country this war these political whores will be forgotten as we're all released to the Heavens no stresses, no pains, no messes, no strains just love and truth that's what makes me and you the creation creates just take a look at your hands they're infinite without beginning or end. To fly with angels to never hurt again as this shell turns to ashes our ghosts will descend the world will keep turning long after we're gone and whatever is has already been done your wisdom, your treasures, this toil, these pleasures alpha and omega is beyond measure and what will be has been before as you sleep the thief's at your door.The blessed creeps so silently sneaks one generation passes and another takes a seat nothing really matters in the end of ends but what matters right now is now my friends Father Time is killing us all and Mother Nature is taking a fall just beware of this classic passion It's chaos and spirit without a position.