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I see him pass me by as if the connection we had before the apple of eve, had its remains removed. The walker; temps fate by working and walking a straight path into the governmental constracts of human popular calture, a spirit is constant, money is re-used. A hooded image of a part of our future rides by me on a black bord with four wheeles and posion in his ears, it tells me our nature is becoming rebelious to life its self, I see Gods concern. An inocent baby on a mothers back tells me that there's still hope for us as she walks among the angels and demons we turn into everyday but when, I ask will pure good return. As we walk in different paths to directions we dream of, we forget that we have windows and mirrors in our pupils that show stronger truths then our actions towards each other. I select the we walkers don't understand that as life goes forward in time there are periods where the connections we have with people will be detramental to our spiritual health, why not love one another? Counting the minutes on your watch won't work, find Gods seconds, minutes, hours, days, weeks, month, years and you'll find time never waits for men but life is compassionate, it waits. I walk pass life and lives, I walk passed you and me I tell you the light we walk with is trying to tell us the mirror never lies, don't choose to ignore your heart based human trates. you are the walker...
