This Moment of Time

I am up here in the tree.  Maybe it will make it so that no one sees me.  I sit in a space where whispers are king, and brutality rules the very time we are guided by.  I meet a couple with much power to help me, and they see the reality is soft, but the times are hard.  I do not push the moment, I guide my presence only.  Seeing the carcases on The Strip gleans a reality that can be superiority if it is understood properly.  Power is in my patrol and maybe a few border crossings find submission and a lifelong permanence from all governments.  Federalis are at my knees, and Louis must now dance his own dance overseas.  People need to work harder, and know more.  Maybe an ex received a call from the afterlife from Steven Hawking.  Everything is for not if you all believe that String Theory can be proven.  The Theory of Everything is my Spider Theory and all math is glazed in frozen reality.  I sing a new song, and it is all wrong until I connect the dots between beings.  You all stay stuck in persons you see as friends.  A galactic journey yields a fine reality that is not gay or straight, but good or evil.  You all can rest in what YOU see as morals as you help those who kill God as a being.  There is no time to sit in this land of unknowing.  It is time to be straight forward and divine.  If you do not fight, you will not win, and you will not evolve.  THE GAME is being played, and you will all fall away if you do not roll the dice.  Dreams are difficult, but this moment is infinite.