No Specifics

There are no specifics!

Yes, there is another, what was supposed to be union, bites the dust,  and another. Oh, such pain, torment, the whole of the union is broken. So in essence, everything that was, was a lie, was a role, was a daily degeneration to destruction and how many lives are affected?

Who are the ones that care? Who are the ones that cannot do one more thing about it, of the entire in any realm? 

It is someone else’s game to play, not mine anymore. The wheel within the wheel. No one understands. Ho Ho Ho. It feels right; it is not I that wrote alone, it is the Spirit, that is everyone’s and is waiting to be let free. Spirit to Spirit to Spirit. Wendy Yvette Greenwell August 28, 1997