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What of the above illustration?

The dove is most telling, but in God's kingdom, Peace is already there. See it yet? I am with God in my prayer, daily, God at the hands of those that created him out of your belief in Me. Let's enjoy Heaven, let's not include a cross of suffering and the dove coming to save the day. Th belief in Hell weighs heavy on our consumed minds. Turn them humankind on to something new and they'll run like a dog after a damned squirrel!

No truth is known that can tell us why we wrap our icons in together and fail to see the irony in this.
Never ensnare the hands in an instrument of suffering. Those of you beastly terrorists in all shape and fashion, but mainly this goes to those being created and used by the puppet masters bent on making it a horrifying thrill ride, keep your hands clear at all times, things are about to be our of your control, relax and go with it.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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