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Regarding Youth, Mutilation, Cutting, Suicide, War, Etc


The youth shall rise with Peace!

The youth shall rise with Peace!

The youth will rise with their own Love, in harmony as One!

The youth shall rise with Peace!

They shall rejoice in these truths that come from Peace!

(The birdsong and the willow, dangling in the air like a weightless purity,
a truth without gravity to hold it down.)

Reverse order dance to begin in 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- Society is dooming many of the youth to isolation that is indeed unprecedented. Humankind has always altered themselves for one reason or another. We, as a collective must begin to heal by being kind to all, which is why the idea and truth of war (murder) is the biggest part of any reasoning to what ails us.

Love is somewhat indefinable, therefore, we must see that it is kindness that we need give. Kindness needs little explanation.

I sense these spirits as being kind to others while gouging themselves with pain, and they, I believe, are doing their best to be different from the zombies they see in us as a collective.

It is solved by bringing an end to all wars, murders, rapes, torture, oppression, injustice, inequality, belittling. Simply because we do not understand is no reason to implement any of the aforementioned actions or reactions. It does not help our situation, nor can it find the answers we seek in regards to such. It is simple... very, very simple, yet we complicate the sorrow by acting out of fear and anger or ego or pride or anything that does not culminate in kindness.

We must have conversations that do not feign concern, our conversing of them must be from a genuine empathy for our fellow humans. We must be genuine in our search for answers, otherwise, it serves no one, and certainly brings no betterment to the collective.

Be brave enough to seek them (the sources) out for it is the only way you might know their personal feelings, yet, outside of that, curing the aforementioned societal ills are key to any answers or change that would be forthcoming.

I love all and forgive all, in other words, I only seek peace. Shall we?

I am.

Mark Richard Prime

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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