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RELIGION'S MONSTER


To become ensnared by the conjured "devil" of a belief, believe in fear and love as equal partners and you've already bitten off more than can possibly be chewed for Peace to stay. Don't you dare let Peace go, trust Me, this is the truth. We are the collective will and we say this is paradise now! Not at your behest or gait! You have become a monster religion! Yoy have lost your way in desire instead of truth, a distinction is most palapable between them. Rings a bell on Love in my memory in this dance. I am no fool. I am Peace and Love and Laughter, Forgiveness and God, within we are all the soveriegn's heir to kingship, to queenship, to all of our equality rising as one voice to be savior to the (H)eartH and to all others! RISE UP AND SING! Come to Me, go to You, the dance is mezmerizing, appatizing, waiting for the moment it is. Now. Present. Now.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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