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The NRA and Our Sovereign Rights


Why should one sign this petition? Do not our largest murders get dropped from the air paid for by our tax dollars? Do we not all murder our children's future when we consume so rabidly?

(The drone of traffic must it's dance!)

Consumption's code is riddled with viruses. Give up no more of human rights, begin to Love within the boundaries of our kinship. Use the guns to feed the children something that's not stuffed away, something disconnected in our rush, but something that is from the (H)eartH...

Shall we take back our sovereignty?

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

Petition to curb even more of our rights to protect ourselves, a double edged sword, so to speak. We give up our guns in order to be safe is a slippery slope away from correcting our mistakes. Walking in Love, priceless, because it's our first directive. Love translates in all languages on (H)eartH...

Think.
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