Will my spirit just leave this bodily vessel? With all the things God
does, I do not do anything. I do have a disability... my skin and
bones are not me.. just a facade.. I moved over for others.. what a
thing to do.. they have not bled, shed tears, become dry.. they take..
make fake.. lose all, create our fall.. suffer for this land.. all at
their hands.. rid our problems? No.. keep us in a daydream.. this is
not the way.. the end of our days..not Apocalypse.. no deliverance..
New World beyond my door . . not really so.
With intrigue and intensity . . we will find just a new fascist
dominance.. don't ask why.. yet show me the way.. to the Higher
Power... to nature.. to the gods.. to the one God.. to the essence of
our humanity.. be it one.. from Alpha to Omega.. will our spirit die?
BY Steven Secord
