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COMPRISED OF AN ECHOING


So many are "planning" churches for the future instead of in the now, instead of allowing worship to unfold on the original altar where it may. It disturbs the dance with Creation this metastasizing plot, this idea of conquering belief, this devouring of all singular thought outside of doctrine. Sorrow just begins to describe my thoughts on this...

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 Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
(H)eartH
Sun
Water
Air
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Love
Peace
Laughter
Life
Boom
Boom
Boom
Boom
Thunder
Lightening
Wind
Rain
(Echo...)

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 If we humans are to truly be honest with what we are, we wouldn't poison what makes up 75%, give or take, of what we are comprised of. Furthermore, we would honestly explore the other elements that exist in us from birth, THC and DMT, to mention the two sorely needed of our self-exploration. I believe these two should be known to all since they are an essential part (physically and spiritually) of what is within us from our births to our passing on.

 I may not have given the medicine its boom boom in the first part of this post, yet I am not the one that made it "illegal", and that, fine-feathered spirits, is where the boom boom will certainly be felt the most in the coming echo of our tenure.
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© 2014 Mark Richard Prime
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