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ACTUALLY WE'RE STANDING AT YOUR FRONT DOOR MR PRIME WITH A WINNING CHECK, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH IT, GIVE IT AWAY ONE GOOD DEED AT A TIME TELEVISED FOR THE MASSES, LOOK AT HIM GO

ACTUALLY WE'RE STANDING AT YOUR FRONT DOOR MR PRIME WITH A WINNING CHECK, WHAT WOULD YOU DO WITH IT, GIVE IT AWAY ONE GOOD DEED AT A TIME TELEVISED FOR THE MASSES, LOOK AT HIM GO...?

Children, if you are tempted to traverse the path headlong into God, might I suggest you cherish the final testament that will ignite your spirit's lessons, I say better to have learned them while your walking and breathing in such a thankless state that is humankind, takers! Give back now! Swoop down and lift me from my idle perch and let us dance our foul ways out into the open, all is forgiven is the perfect thing ever imagined in its breadth. Love and Peace have been stretched too taut, but did not break, she is reversing course for Me, so that our collision won't break a thing, it'll mend the things between Love and Peace that were broken. Mark is here, God is too. Actuality.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

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