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YELLOW BRICK ROAD

(Is there a place for war?)

Hell.

(I thought you said there was no such place as hell?)

The only hell that I know of is the one where we craft our own agony, not eternally, but certainly. We manifest what we believe in beyond doubt, especially that of a fearful belief, such as hell. 

This is not "hell" as in "eternal damnation", this is the agony of our fledgling creations. We have built grand inventions and saved many lives, but our genius is lost when it comes to our invention of War (hell on (H)eartH) instead of the Truth of Heaven waiting for its many saviors! Rise up with me and usher in Peace as a collective! 

It matters not who or what, it matters that we act in earnest toward the goal of Peace and Love on (H)eartH. We're on the yellow brick road, my dear friends. We're in motion, with or without our will, let us, as a collective, rise up in our deeds and lift the veil on Heaven! On the Truth of Heaven waiting on its many saviors! Rise up with me and usher in Peace as a collective! 


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime


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