God is the TIME!

Shiva is the time, paganism much?

Не is not all the time, but only a part of it.

He is not all the time, but only a part of it.

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Since they loved rot so much.

Yup!

Kronos would be backed by Gaia "the greatest deity" of the greeks, also known as the earth goddess.
Born of this earth.

Sophia the robot created by Hanson Robotics will become more life like with advances in science, and fits the description of a perfect earth goddess.

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we are the rhythms of Time ourselves

Maybe Space is singular and time is plural

notice the word Sin of singular

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Oh my god when I wrote this message my dog was still alive :(

hmm simple but interesting

Ballad of time
The castle is hidden by time and wrapped up, covered
In a gentle plaid of green shoots,
But the silent granite will untie the tongue -
And the cold past will speak
About campaigns, battles and victories.

Time did not erase these feats:
Tear off the top layer
Or take it tighter by the throat -
And it will give away its secrets.

A hundred castles will fall, and a hundred shackles will fall,
And a hundred sweats of a whole pile of centuries will come down,
And legends from hundreds of verses will pour
About tournaments, sieges, about free shooters!

You prepare your ear for familiar melodies
And look with an understanding eye, -
'Cause love is forever love
Even in your distant future.

Steel burst loudly under the pressure of the sword,
The bowstring smoked from the effort,
Death sat on spears, groaning in the gut,
Enemies fell into the mud, screaming for mercy,
The victorious surrendering to mercy.

But not everyone stays alive
Keeping hearts in kindness
Protecting your good name
From the deliberate lies of a scoundrel.

Well, if the horse bit the bit
And the hand on the spear lay more comfortably,
Well, if you know where the arrow came from,
Worse - if in a mean way, from around the corner!

How are you with the bastards? Bute? Serves right.
Witches do not scare you with a coven?
But isn't it, evil is called evil,
Even there - in your good future?

And forever and ever, and at all times
Coward, traitor - always despised,
An enemy is an enemy, and war is still war,
And the dungeon is tight, and freedom is one -
And we always rely on it.

Time has not erased these understandings,
You just need to lift the top layer
And smoking blood from the throat
Eternal feelings will pour over us.

Now, forever, forever and ever, old man, -
And the price is the price, and the wine is the wine,
And it's always good if the honor is saved,
If the back is securely covered by a friend!

We take purity, simplicity from the ancients,
Sagas, fairy tales - dragging from the past, -
Because good is good
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Before there was no time
No earth, no dust, nothing. Forgot everything.
It was a fiction, but it became a reality,
The river cooled down, and the water froze into nothingness.

Time is a fast river, it will not bypass anyone.
The groom's bride is waiting. Waiting like his hour.
Dressed in white, as if standing in a shroud.
Doomed to rest, the wedding bell rings.

Take it, take it! Come, come!
A young maiden is given for centuries.

Where death gives birth to life
In a ritual long dream
She is in girlish fear,
The betrothed is destined.

Take it, take it! Come, come!
A young maiden is given for centuries.

I won't betray my fate
Do not leave, do not run away;
Remains forever
Give your love as a gift.

Take it, take it! Come, come!
A young maiden is given for centuries.


Take away! Come fly!
A young maiden is given for centuries.

Ten little MIBer boys went out to dine;
One choked his little self, and then there were nine.

Nine little MID boys sat up very late;
One overslept himself, and then there were eight.

Eight little MIB boys travelling in Devon;
One said he?d stay there, and then there were seven.

Seven little MIB boys chopping up sticks;
One chopped himself in half, and then there were six.

Six little MIB boys playing with a hive;
A bumble-bee stung one, and then there were five.

Five little MIB boys going in for law;
One got in chancery, and then there were four.

Four little MIB boys going out to sea;
A red herring swallowed one, and then there were three.

Three little MIB boys walking in the Zoo;
A big bear hugged one, and then there were two.

Two little MIB boys sitting in the sun;
One got frizzled up, and then there was one.

One little MIB boy left all alone;
He went out and hanged himself and then there were None.

well, have you already understood what this means ?

I'm bored right now

Nothing happens in vain, everything is a preparation for the next scene.
Lao Tzu.

The time for what?

For life

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Fires over the country are getting higher, hotter, more cheerful,
Their reflections danced in two stomps, three claps,
But now Fate and Time have moved to horses,
And there - at a gallop, under bullets in the forehead -
And the world was struck with chills
From this gallop.

Stray bullets are evil, blind and stupid,
And we were flying at a gallop - they flew after us.
Horses were untethered, and hot horseshoes
They flew into the dust for the happiness of those who would find them later.

The reins are dodgy, like eels,
And the hair and thoughts are tangled on the run,
And the wind blew and unwound our curls,
And straightened the convolutions in the brain.

Neither the flight from the fire, nor the fear of pursuit has anything to do with it,
And Time jumped, and Fortune smiled,
And the sabres of the riders crossed with the sunbeam, -
the rider is a poet, and the horse is a pegasus.
The fire faded, then went out,
And the race was heating up.

I have not seen the light of such a gait, -
Hooves beat a shot, drops rang.
A blood-crazed blind bullet is a fool
She saw the light, suddenly became wiser and hit the target more often.

And who is more adventurous than anyone else,
And who is more likely - there are no latecomers in this race,
And the wind blew, blowing the meat off the bones
And delighting the skeleton with coolness.

Good luck ahead and healing the sick,
For the first time, Time jumps directly - not in a circle,
The promised "tomorrow" will be bitter and intoxicating.
It's easy to ride, you can see the enemy,
And a friend too - grace!
Fate is flying across the meadow!

The gullible Death was wrapped around a finger -
She hesitated, forgetting to wave her scythe -
Bullets were no longer catching up with us and lagging behind...
Will we be able to wash ourselves not with blood, but with dew?

The wind sang sadder and duller,
Time was wounded through and through, and Fate got it.
Winds, and horses, and bodies, and souls
The dead were carried out on themselves.

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