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Listen Up, Brother!


The Christ was in Hell, spake the yelling man. Jesus was in the "fire" of "Hell", he did spout, to which, I told the church, `I'm in the fire now', to which an angels voice of righteousness cried out, a spontaneous, Amen! Caught me off guard, the ring in its tone, a righteousness which swiftly found itself out of breath- that was it, the time for Peace to be seen more and more, that those who I dance might know I mean them no harm, I am Peace, agitated? Sure. Wouldn't you be righteously humble i hour assessment of Me considering the truth that pours out my being. I have found God, and if it is not God, then I have tamed the foul beast of retribution! Rejoice with Me my friends! I am the last one! Won't I be surprised to see these looks on your irked faces, I am not the easiest one to assist, and for that I am most sorry. Backwards I go into Heaven, the back of the House, the door of belief open to reality, the marriage of Peace and God and Love and Laughter and Smiles and Giggles and Joy without the interruption of war, or even our war on Sound, with our fetid noise that's a benefit to Home!

Won't find too many willing to admit when what has them they do not recognize. I recognize, but in my life, I did not take the action required to be granted the fullness of Love, with or without my child! She is spoken for, as are you, a brother would never sacrifice a wife, Love, for any damned reason! Got it, brother?

© 2014  Mark Richard Prime

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