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Me, Along With My Brothers and Sisters, We’re All Guilty.


Allow her a bit more breath to enter her waters instead of murder/suicide and poisonous hunger! Greed through war and war through greed, we saunter around planting our mindless seeds for plunder. And though we laugh, we are not happy. None of us can imagine our home, our only home, as being hell…

If we take a closer look we’ll see that the tide’s begun to shift, there’s an awakening underway and it’s unstoppable.

It is Love and Love shall never die. Love cannot be vanquished by all of man’s sadness. It cannot be slain by our insidious power. She cannot be murdered, it is we that have murder rapping at our door, tapping out a metronome of death’s steady pace, death, death, death, death, death, the other side of life…

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There’s something wrong with me…

I felt my old self rise up. Hadn’t seen him in a long time. He looked sad or maybe he was just disappointed in how things were going.

There’s something wrong with me…

Look at what I’ve helped commit? Attempted murder. The willful destruction of heaven. Me, along with my brothers and sisters, we’re all guilty.

We tragically closed our minds long before we closed our eyes.

Man vs. the attempted murder of eartH, Heaven- Jury, how do you find?

Plead insanity! Don’t be a fool! Just tell them you’re crazy!

Guilty!

There’s something wrong with me…

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Dig me up. Dig me up and I’ll Love you forever. Dig us all up! Let us tell the water and trees and mountains that we Love them! Inform the world that you Love! Allow Love to witness our undying Love to creation’s Heaven, our Home!

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You can’t just expect me to walk away. Chained spirits, when set free, return to their host. Unchain the spirits that dwell in you and you’ll find yours soaring. You’ll know the truth when it swims in you, the long forgotten realization of where you are, and with it, realize your gravest sin against Love.



© 2011 by mark prime


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