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Remain Loyal


(You are to remain loyal to your vows, Mark Richard Prime! You've nothing more to show for your vows than your unknowable belief?)

This is belief and reality combined, God. To imagine it that way is to immerse yourself into it!

I found Love and God but not necessarily in that order. One. The union of belief and fact, better known by the oft unseen truth.

Don't you see dear spirits, we are left to our own devices when it comes to our beliefs. We may well sleep forever after this, and, if my belief is truth then we have no other option, but to live as if we believed it beyond the shadow of any doubt...

Methodically. Cautiously preserving your Love and Forgiveness as was intended...

Yes. I want to go on "living"! More like I want to Live, Love and Laugh as if I truly were. What lies beyond is anybody's guess, but what lies beneath our feet, there's proof. Miracle's begin when we recognize this fact.

I have died several times over now, yet, as of yet, I'd failed to leave my mark. Mark Richard Prime has yet to Live!

I'm the poster-child for mental anguish at making up the mind that's mine to who I am in all of this theatre...

© 2012 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime

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