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FORGET WAR


Why all the mystery?
Bring down your thunder,
raise up your wind!
Bring your Love and your Peace,
and let your storm begin!

I am here, I am ready, I am.
We've imagined you long enough.



The thunder validates the thought
Brings its clap down as if it were laughter.
The dream is real.
Enter! The door's wide open!
Shall we?



My Love is an angel of grand proportions
Her Peace is an angel coming to rescue
Bringing gladness, toting favor upon all
Let us not forget what has us
It is in this knowledge that we manifest
That we emerge on the other side whole
That we enter on cue and find our Mark

Peace

~

I know.

~

Rise up with Me 
We will benefit
Rise up, fine-feathered spirits
Rise up

Let us walk along beside one another
like God intended

It beats the alternative

~

Mark Richard Prime is not the alternative, 
Mark Richard Prime is.
We are to rise up on life's behalf!
We're not to shroud the truth!
Love is not to be hidden,
it is to be kindness!

It is not a lesson learned as much as it is a truth revealed.

Walk along beside Me,
I am Peace.
I am.

~


© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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