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~The ants evolved & found the corridors around the rose scented walls of Liliths dungeons. The would be only survivers, had not the bowels already been warned. There are no more times of digging home or rebuilding the nest, it has become the insect mutate of what would be a nuclear destruction, had it not been already said that this day would arrive. ~(The Shaman) packs his bag, heads out the door of this unearthly structure, and sights back without that old fealing of rapture like he felt as a young boy, before he came to find the ways of irreversible plight of a constant type of mourn that comes along with celebration. ~The small boy awakes on (Christmas mourn), presents from Santa Claus he had once seen sneaking around through their closets, and saw the paths they use to rob children of their faith, and thus the journey began. ~Creativity and positivity mean nothing without it's negative polarity, it's (equal & opposite) balance which has held the threads of the (Universal Mind) together since the creation was first created (for arguments sake). It wasn't until now the minds of unfaithful parents taught their children spoonfed lies which are (the seven deadly plaques), save the breeds of evolution. ~Earth and water shake, the tides rise bigger than their ocean depth, the minds are kept in shock, the food has hall been washed to sea. We wander far back into the tents of the mothers floor, rubbing her skin & carresing water serpants with fangs ready to attack................. ~Which would have been our demise, (had not the bowels already been warned) Respectfuly Dead, ~Dreaming Turtle Written February 5th, 2002 © on Feb 04 2002 06:55 PM PST   0 • 10