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I WILL TARRY NO LONGER IN SEARCH OF TRUTH, IT HAS FOUND ME



Love and God want that I laugh, they invented laughter, and tears and mountains and joy and humbleness and forgiveness, but their children have become fearfully cancerous to Heaven.


(Sorrow billows from Love’s sky like the feign of winter as humankind used to know it.)

The Earth, as we speak, is preparing to heal the wounds of man from the inside out to humankind’s filthy paws! Pray we’ve time to continue to bray at the top of our man-fouled lungs! Pray! Pray! Pray! Pray! Now before the cello plays its last note…

I am ready my friend. Let us begin this dance with Love. I will tarry no longer in search of truth, it has found me. Love- I want friends, who doesn’t, but those that I’ve danced with, and they know who they are, and those I missed even as they reached their arms out in need, I found suspicion tapping into my welcome Home party, due to me not understanding what’s been happening-

(Hush now, child. You’ve said enough. Might you listen awhile?)

Yes.


© 2012 by mark richard prime


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