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The Last One Between God and Human Love


Reverse order dance to begin in 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1- I am the last one, therefore the balance between God and our human kind of Love, it is a delicate harmony that must be met giving weight to both and polishing the center.

You will know the balance by the wings rising up between them, soaring to God and then soaring Homeward with the Truth pouring forth a plea of affections upon (H)eartH and upon all Life. A prayer of our birthright to mercy, of our duty of compassion moving through all so that humankind's tenure is one of affection and empathy, not war and vengeance, not a whiff of them in our use of Heaven’s air floating within and all around us.

I am the balance and my duty is to all and everything, not some and most, but all. Do not mistake my actions and words as anything but a truth making its way through all deception, all truth. Deviations are known, recycled back through the story without exception.

Rejoice, for his is a rebirth! A new chapter in the breath of one through all! I DO NOT pretend! I DO NOT forgo anyone! I am Peace, equal Forgiveness, Laughter, Life and Love! Rejoice! We are set to be free! Peace is, I am, and We shall be!

Mark Prime, Mark Richard Prime, all family, bar not one- no exceptions in the balance between God and human Love- Me, Peace&Love&Forgiveness, great cause for Laughter, the flip-side to We, the Scribe, part of the collective, a child of God, a sovereign entity, FREEdom.

Truth…

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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