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DO NOT IMAGINE...DANCE WITH GOD

...that I am afraid of anything, I am not.
It sounds like the opening line to some cheap action flick about nothing, so nothing gets done because of it again and again until someone understands that not all beliefs are created equal, come by for a dance with Me, the flip-side to what's on our mind, fool, those are the things I musn't support.

(You imagined them!)

Okay and your point is what again? No you can't put me on hold, not in the homeland. Remember mankind, make reparations now my friends, it'll save us a lot of grief. Not prepare for gloom and doom but prepare a valuable blessing upon the land we call Home, America, The Land of Potential... That's a wrap! Cut and splice and blah blah blah and it doesn't mean it's crap, it means it's tripe and goes down from there...

These words are my dance with God, with Love, with Forgiveness, with Intruder, with the Tri-fecta of balance, until it is known, this dance we're under...

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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