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A BRIGHTER WE


How can you keep up with so many question's, Scribbler?

It's habit formed long before I was fully aware of my surroundings, this rigid wall of belief in both agony and salvation from it. Maybe so, but the echo is what we need favor and I've got God's echo of our beliefs pouring out of my chance... Don't miss yours. I won't. Am not because I am. We are. One. Amen.

Get off the train to nowhere and hop on over to the train to never-end, a hourney fraught with laughter and indecision, and saying we'll do it when we get around to it! We're stagnant, dysfunctional, a discombobulated discontent, even in your games, in your fantasies it has been Hamlet, the story of flesh and murder. The fleshy story of tragic consequences has held us most safe. But the veneer cracks around a foundation unless you care for it as you might a child, nurturing for a most imagined Heaven within our grasp of things as they are and as they unfold into an even brighter WE...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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