second

 the coming, the baptist, the sex.

a few posts ago i rendered tribute to the meek, and how we inherit the earth. poor harold's ginger todger. the meek shall inherit the earth, all of it, and we will render it a new eden for all eternity.

retraceability over timelines and series of events from the posthumous twentieth century fox all studios went universal. the buildings stayed the same, and the building made of wood enshrined all their clairovoyance, the coughs, the sense of smell, the roses and horse shit. houses made of wood are treasures beyond measure.

all our houses, or rather the majority of those i've ever slept in have had metallic frames. steel rebar foundation. the twin towers, tracks for trains, the power grid spanning earth's surface also belong to the meek.

in order for there to be a first, there must be a second child, or they only. 

i had a dream in which anisa's daughter married one of colin's sons. that's how the meekness travel, between generation, across fathomless sets of eyes. 

the second born if of gentle sex inherits the life code in her womb. she is source of all previous and future knowledge. if she is the first second born and there is a final second born, there will be wars, plural, but the buildings and the houses will remain, the farms will thrive, the heirs will reign. 

it is written.