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RELEVANT LANGUAGE


"Speak when a relevant thought comes to mind."

(Silence...)

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What do I think of the unfolding? It's not just for Me, it's We that stand to inherent Heaven by our deeds. Thou shalt not sense Heaven's return without them.

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Love benefits from this belief that is shared between us. Me? I don't rank much notice in the deeds department, so I saved my belief to go last. Manifestation will be sweetest when it is another recognizing Home, they'll act in Kind. Mark Richard Prime, Peace with Love's agreement... (Understood.)

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Laws are only created because of lawlessness, then later on they continue to metasticize into corrupt institutions of Profit Prisons. I'd like to be a Prophet on the wall where laws are made to benefit the feeling of safety or profit, which is nothing more than a lack of freedom. Freedom ain't got room for lack.



© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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