Beyond Normal.

We live, We love, we Own, This thing, that land, This business, an idea, and maybe, Direction, unknown. What shall be, Where will it end, How does this all depend, On me, On you, On books of Gods, Just who Can say, what will be true, Do not speak a word, do not let it be heard, maybe if you speak the truth, What could unearth, Pain for you, Should it be this way, If we rise as one, not just as fun, We can not say, protests, lead to sorry, We should know that now, They have to be somewhere sometime, if we all are one, And find the point of sorry, beyond the mind of money, which might rule from satan and all that may not be funny, For those, that want a better choice of direction, On this Planet guessing when they die, And now they are bound, Bound by what, Doing nothing about it? We own, maybe our soul, We leave with, Maybe the good we did, And the guilt of the Soul. Dimensions. We are here, Maybe where do you want your Soul to go? Say perhaps 8 dimensions, 12 to 12 day and night. If evil wanted your soul, To shred and use, and end parts to a black star, did you prove your worth, to them, and maybe you donated your body to them? Unknown, The history of Earth, what if they lied, and this Solar system, Maybe what could one say, Maybe what you did not expect it to be that way. Or maybe did many this time, like all cycles before, expect all that has happened before, Perhaps this might be the end cycle. This could be why Aliens gave Global Nuclear power and more, like Mars and Venus, Nuclear war, Nuclear clean, Earth next to Neptune and Uranus, and Mankind might end itself once more. For the Grey Alien from Human process once more. Are they real, are you, What could be true? Night and day, Time. So might all. different dimension might take all raw energy, where might we be within it all.