This New World

I didn't do anything: I mean "I didn't do anything wrong."
This is the time between the first sentence and the next_when one takes off their glasses, and, looks around the room for another, cleaner pair; while they ponder the meaning of what they just said.

The fact is: Yes, I did ask, Oprah Winfrey and Rosie O'Donneal, to create, or help me create magazines.
It was wrong-headed of me to not suspect they might go-on to create these two magazine-empire's eventually, and, that for their own personal business-reasons_should decide to leave me quite out of the equation. And most of all: I was wrong to admire these two, self-rightious girls because of all that had been printed about them, I overlooked the fact they had a huge fellowship of indivdguals who stood by every word ever spoken by these two celibraties, but, even my own mother was consumed by their public-personification. To that, perhaps all I can say is: I'm somewhat confused as to how to feel about the situation, as this mother unfortunaitely moved, and probibly died in the space of the fifteen years_since I first reinvented Oprah and Risie.
This would be my second mother we're talking about; Mrs.God, who was named herself after the mother, daughter, or, wife of Mohammed/The Great Islamic-prpohet, Kidijha. My first mother, Mother-Mary, lives still, and saw both the beginning of The/Resurection of my world, but, also witnessed me becomming, Christ; while she was being draged into Saint`hood herself. In fact and deed, in the age we live in today, The/Pope himself has canonized The/Mother of Christianity; while I stand exposed unto the whole of the earth_yet sceterly purswding that my will shall be done, and, that when this civilaxition is ended, the onss whom rizes from the rubble will know" I was true to my word, Christ arrived for His Second-Coming, and then He left again" so that humanity might show a glimmer of hope_in its search to find its way back home once more in this new world of which has been created for them.
So yes, in a time to come, will hope be renewed, or from it shall my people run?