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I AM JUST TELLING A STORY, I AM MERELY THE SCRIBE, GIFTED IN THE DANCE OF THE SPIRIT, SPIRIT DANCER


YOU WILL NOT STAND BY AS IF YOU DID NOT KNOW.

(Why are you yelling?)

I wasn't, but Why isn't everybody yelling the truth at the top of their lungs!

(Because they don't know it, Scribbler, it's just you.)

It is, huh? I will not give it away. You do what you will with these words and this man, but you will never give away the unknown truth rising up in Me! Do what you will with the story, but this man's not finished by a long shot! Giddy up springtime of God!

There is no need to fear this rising, there is, however, great need to get together with this fool Scribe, he will certainly entertain you like never before, as long as you keep in mind that he is just telling a story. It'll be fun. :)


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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