I'm not into this judgmental, religious-right kind of thing.
It's going to take a lot of love to make things work out right.
I dreamed I saw the silver spaceships flying in the yellow haze of the sun. There were children crying and colors flying all around the chosen ones.
Don't feel like Satan, but I am to them. And I try to forgive them anyway I can.
Freedom is an abstract offshoot. You can't describe freedom. How can you describe it? I tried and I failed.
I want to be a reflection of what's going on and let people draw their own conclusions.