This is the story of s man who found his way outside of the matrix of thought...


It is instant is this dance I'm under with God, it does not hold its tongue, it does not hold its tongue, it does not hold its tongue… a metaphor of grand prip it is instant is this dance I'm under with God, it does not hold its tongue, it does not hold its tongue, it does not hold its tongue... A grand and loving Peace is set to make his and her entrance, it is sensed instantly, instinct... MRP wLaGa

© 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.


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