New World Poem by Clinton Siegle

Unknown world, new day,
Watching colors change today
Seeing space within building change
wondering about time which I am told changed today
It is a fresh world; it is a new day

New world, new day,
Watching colors change today
Seeing space within building change
wondering about time which I am told is changed today
It is a new world, it is a new day

Prophecy is history backwards. What did Job say when confronted by the Almighty's power... As a time traveler I can say you should pray to God. Ask forgiveness, change your ways. Be good, stop evil. For in a closed time curved reality your soul here not where I came from can have a different outcome. Psalms 37 27 Walk away from evil. Do good.
so you, too, will enjoy never-ending life
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Because the Eternal cherishes justice
and will not abandon those loyal to Him.
He will guard and care for them forever,
but any child born of evil will be rooted out, cut down, and destroyed.
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Those leading God-pleasing lives will inherit His land
and settle there forever.
To be a time traveler, want ta be pirate, semi-illiterate poet dealing whether today is dilemma or dilemna or whether Sketchers shows read lines or Skecher makes reality a question on my mind. Few recognize what I was prior to them remembering me these days. Sadness to talk with people and listen to their stories and realize this is not my story. Jesus Christ lives. Ask for forgiveness and stop evilness. Sadness is reality has chanced enough that one can see how Montauk project works these days. Fermalabs is running and Chicago is filled with memories of people swapping between realities. Laugh with me. Even in bolivia I can hear the humming, whether to hide the trumpets or the Montauk engines to hide humanity from God. People so often cannot realize the power of prayer. Pray. That is all this poet can say.