We're living in  the construct
The labels and rules that governs and holds us
The way we identify our selves
The way we fit in.
The way we play by its rules
Like a stream of flowing water.
Running into different paths.
Reversed engineered by its foundation
Created and manipulated as procreation.
Used as variables to create situations.
Running in sequence like a computer automation.
Played like chess in several occasions that defines your location.
Kings and queen   that can move across the board into a new location, forward and backwards of the "abbreviation"
Nothing is at it seems that creates a revelation.
Depending on choice that makes you move to deh "eyetation"
Higher the law beats the foundation
Cracks of it creates definition
Integrated as morphic generation.
Muti-dimensional creation.

Language is model of the  system that constructs everything this is our model that defines us and models us.
We're locked into it's grid of definition.
This is our weakness of comprehension.
This is our known operating system.
This is called our system.
We're locked by its rules and boundaries they might be obstruction  It's part of the construction based on our conjunction.
Nothing can escape it's definition it only loops into a paradoxes of paradigms of perceptions.
We're like power to it's fabrication that gives us definition and appreciation or destruction.
Only who can understand will understand this construction.

Life in a cube
With various slides of hypercube
Scripted by the one who makes the view
Workings of the unknown
Views of possibility
Fabrics of creation and mathematical automation
The box of how we think
The maze like rats that are in sync
Shifts of endless states
Ran in different dates
Trees of roots branches of fruits
Made today and yesterday both as a paradox
In endless states
Running a stimulation of multidimensional conclusion
For whom it's granted to see will choose wisely
Brick walls are noticed
Repeated steps are made in the cycle of it's fate
The kingdom it's within it's code that you can  take
The flower that is made that holds the cube instead.
Fabric of life invented of nectar that is presented.

Change Before it's too late, for determines a line of Faith
The lines of the Palms Activate.
From His and Her Lines Create
From Feet Up, the Crown initiate.
One Giant Palm Generates
Twisted by the number 8
Time to pull ones own weight
Together we will be update
By learning to labor and to wait.
Hold on, this will work out  grate.

The System and Time.

Generated by Intelligent design
With its finger prints thru the space of time
Micro and Macro We're all connected as one that shines
Constructed as code in Real time
Spirals in full time
Games played like war and crime
Automated as Agents to keep things in line
Spied and conducted in Multidimensional space time.
Déjà vu that questions time?
X's and Y's like a goldmine of "Pastimes"
Voices of ideas in spark of time.
Augmented reality in our dreams that questions this time?
Cosmic Rays that limits us because of the their design
Cells like floating thru the the continuum of time
Physics and laws of this master design that is beyond Eisenstein.
Asleep or awaken in this time?
Be-careful because you may be redefine.
Following a script to survive in time
We're just a code that is a variable in the universal space time.
Faith is like a reality that you design.
Choice is like a reality that you define.
Heaven is like a backup that reloads when you go offline
Assign and streamline with a Lifeline that spins in the hands of time.
All of this is like a story-line.
The greatest mystery of the system and time by the divine.

Things you should have done
Its rather a loss that hides within you
The memory that troubles you
The past that says its ur fault
Things became like salt
The few things you should have done
Troubled by the heart and mind you should have won
The door was closed on that event
Leaving the mind to halt
The memory of pain is like a vault, connected by human thought
Life became the default.

From the Tree of Life
Our Roots have taken
Our Evermore now secure
Of which is no mistaken

From the lifetimes we have lived
Let their connection fall-away
So we live now in good standing
With this and he's coming day

The past no more a memory
The ghosts have been extinguished
The Paradigm has shifted
We're free from all resisted

The morrow is an open door
That poverty's abandoned
And Mother Earth is free once more
From exploitation she's been standin'

Those energies of catastrophe
All returning to the source
To manifest as does the dew
In the springtime of our course

Miracles abide in life
In synchronistic fashion
Present when we're not lookin'
Not like a car that's crashin'

The myths historian sold us
No longer have a grip
The heart-mind of humanity
Has given them all the slip

Now, getting down to Stephen
Leacock is his name
Allow the force that binds his mind
To leave him unrestrained

The agitation that besets him
Is the fear that still remains
In the frequency of despondency
That a frantic World sustains

But in the beginning was the word
As such, the word of God was spoken
Within this metered write-ment
The fear frequency is now broken

The butterflies and bees
Beautiful and productive
The soul of Mother Earth
Happy and inductive.