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STAIN REMOVAL 101


We are removing the stains we’ve heaped upon the truth.

We’re moving with God, as God of our own beliefs, learn from there.

It gets tricky after there, just ask my brother Jesus, whoever claims to be him… yet I shall know the truth of us both, so there’s no need in remembering I’ve always had a savior, flesh and spirit, but what I didn’t know would astound you, fine-feathered Love Tribe, but it matters what I do now! I am here to deliver the word of God, as are all welcomed by creation to create something worth the repeating of the thing until it becomes you, the truth nary stepping foot in a place of such empty ideals by rote. Think, brethren! Think!

Let us have council brothers and sisters! Council these words free flowing from my spirit as it glances into God and Love, the marriage is now, not some paper, not some man-made prison, not some arena for rage settling in the Coliseum for all that we have done and for all that we continue to do… unwittingly.

You’re going to need ME- the Me in We, and the We in Me… Circular, reversible, so be it.


© 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime


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