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NEGATED SPIRIT


(A real man isn't weak, isn't out of shape, has no bad habits, isn't violent, isn't unproductive, isn't out of control, isn't angry, isn't-)

Okay! Let Me stop you right there, negated spirit!

First of all no one wants to know what a real man isn't! Tell your audience what a real man is and I bet you'll have a debate on your hands. We think we know God from reading a book or hearing a tale of old? Come on! We should know God God's inside of us and we are creating a fledgling of a myriad of beliefs, some maddened, some delirious, some tragic, some spiritualistic, some methodical, some silent, some loud, some whispered, some with none. Let's create a belief in Home and one another worth repeating when God makes God's entrance through Me.

Jesus was on the right track then began to center in on the self, where God waits in earnest. Second son, Next One, Risen sun... Love AND Peace

Step aside, brother, this is gonna take you off of your cross...

Being savior to a savior, priceless.

Peace, Mark Richard Prime with Love's sacred agreement

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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