we die we die away we die we die tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow away, we die not again, but that we live in that never-end of bliss and love's generosity and Peace's echo to War that'll need me to be known to be known to be known to be known, soon God will become Me, in the mean time I think I'm going to have some fun! I pray to the many spirits lift me in their prayers that I might begin to sing! The great sacrifice is a myth, the truth lies in your hearts in an upside down manner, war is never to be supported, Peace is the only thing that need be employed outside of legitimate threats to one's life of course. What the? Not sure where that came from. Tomorrow it will begin to make sense why you should seek Me out, seek Mark Richard Prime out! He is in need of the journey with all of his kinfolk, the ricochet of the echo swiftly through... and through... and through... © 2015 Peace, Love, Laughter, Forgiveness, MrP, MWP, Scribe, Mark Richard Prime ...
(The Weaver's Song)