when the time comes for man to fall in which he jumps in a centimeter fashion, shall we become the true purveyors of time and space, or shall a plant, growing in the hand of the dead, feel of which cannot becometh upon the sky and the lower parts of the chinese conglomerate? or will the time of which the following accusation which is ridiculous statements fall upon the harlot, call once ro twice, then realize for yourself and your self of soul that the shadow reigns high upon the land which flutters of anarchy and death, strong headed foulest ranks upon the devilish seas, the iron fist maiden runs off to rap with demons.
when the time comes... you realize that time cannot come as it is a dimension that cannot walk, and time is specified by ourselves, and with the different time zones you cannot decide when the time comes.
