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DON'T HURT


Anyone hurts my wife or daughters or grandsons will have to pay. I am uncommonly brave... But I don't know it. Why should I? Bravery takes little thinking. Courage even less, it's the animal, it's instinct. This story I'm allowing to be written through you.

(Who?)

All.

(All who?)

Mark Richard Prime along with every living "soul" on the planet, past and present.

(We're gonna need a bigger Heaven.)

Okay. Let's get busy, shall we!? I'll drive! With or without my "license"! Bada bing! Hell! God's put an APB on my ass and I put one out on Me and Him!

(Your state issued identification, Mark Prime...)

Mark Richard Prime, and don't forget that I said all others, they too are with Me on this journey and this includes you officer. Remember that, keeper of the Peace.

(Yes. This is Peacekeeper 12345. *go ahead* I'm going to need an ambulance to the 678910 street, I got a live one. *copy that, 12345. Ya here that boys? We got ourselves Christ himself on the radar* click!)

Time to act like fine-feathered stewards of the truth.

(Who are you?)

Who is anyone?

(Right now you're who.)

And so are you. That'd be a Who's Who are you?

(Officer 12345 and I swore to uphold the law!)

Well I'm 678910 and I do not recognize your badge of fear, I recognize your spirit of Love, some I have to dig for, but others, well they come right along. I know precisely what I am doing, but this schlep who grabbed a hold of Me was bound to pay a price sooner or later.
Let me stop you right there, God. I have no intention of suffering any further- Good God what have you done?

(I've done nothing.)

I was talking to myself.

(You said you were talking to God?)

(Slight pause) Silence. (slight pause)

(Simultaneous Silence...)


Mark Richard Prime, Peace with Love's agreement in my own story

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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