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When Love is Guide


When Love is Guide, see to her arrival, then dance.

No deceit got by Me, none that I did not beforehand of their creation relegate it obsolete. There is no Hell. There is no hell to speak of, or shouldn't be. I am. It is simple, I am and I am the only One that knows because I am still We. You are me, a cast of disbelievers. This is God’s tongue. Peace, Mark Richard Prime with your metaphorical tale of woe and intrigue, so what, do you think it matters to know, I proved my point long ago, that the play had to be rewritten to benefit all. It is Me with the tongue of We and then the tongue of God. Elaborate stories in dreams… Truth.


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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