They say no body benefits. Everyone perishes. Hold up. It's time for their medicine. This edible capsule from space. It will put you on cloud nine my face has no feel.
Time does not heal.
The flood was not an obstacle I made a raft out of empty milk gallon bottles to see you.

These ideas existed before all.

Started with a trumpet to warn you I was coming.

Looking at the black clouds as fire and ash fall out. We must construct a shelter and then build a wall around it.

Surrounded by filthy ***** grave robbers.

It feels as if  time has reversed with this unacknowledged special access project.

I believe nothing in this planet can persuade this. Only the moon rays can change this.

As my mind eats through a labyrinth. I'm aware of our direction. They can't find us. Let's keep them guessing. How does one ever perfect such a craft?  We're obliged by our curiosity to ask. A new style of poetry it's agonizing I can't it explain it but I'm trying.........