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THE BIRDSONG GRABBED ME HERE, WRITING THINGS TO PRAY, TO ASK OF GOD, TO RELEASE THE TRUTH TO ME, NOT KNOWN, BUT MOST READY


Just Be, one for the agnostic and atheist!

Pray! One for Humanity!

Worship of God! One for the Christian's, Muslims and Jews- One for- Ummm- Worship of God? One. Says to me, be careful how one worships...

There's a misuse of power nestled into your fearful story, Love.

The truth is I am and you are, truth is the truth, when it is spoken it can never be heard as a lie unless manipulation is the intent. Enough of that particular truth. Pray for my Love's health, serve her no grief, let her heal from this fools use, soon the man I was born to be will rise up to stay in Me, thank you for trying, Kind Spirits but now is not then, when then becomes now, we'll both know one another as brother or sister, mother or father, uncle and aunt, grand and great mothers and fathers, neices and nephews, child, children, youth, birth, nurture- I am no fool, I know what is coming without knowing, the dance is most familiar. Let me save you the heartache of defeat, let it go, God's got this, I'm just the fool who latched onto his brother's reserve of spirit, of his sisters reserve of spirit, of prayer, of innocence, of hope, of laughter, of revelation to what is being done against Me without my knowledge.

You think you get to abuse Love and Peace as if you owned them? Think again said the One.

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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