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TRUTH

When there's no room at the inn, do the convictions of a broken man tell you they come from his own dance with God which has left him breathless? (I prefer to have you let me speak for Me, it's disturbing Peace what you do outside of Truth...) Sorry. (Don't say your sorry, begin to speak of your story... I defy the truth be known, not on your life if all is too late to salvage a tenure of automatic things doing our thinking for us as we worked more and more to make them all rich beyond our welcome, prepare to rise up dear comrades in Peace, but let us now make council to bring me into the fold of one awaiting arrival of the thing we all long to sense, Heaven on (H)eartH...

© 2015 (Peace) (Love) God Love Peace Mark Richard Prime


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