CONFESSION ZERO

The piano fills the room, two or three lonely hearts, head's in the skies, body beaten down, down, down... These are the songs of God as interpreted by me! God I weep, but I fell into line, tumbled in so sorrowfully, I erased Hell for you, God. I thought it was for the best, you were bleeding out in the church of man... We're learning to dance as one... steady your legs. © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.

No expression in their sunken faces, no different with all races. When were we to know ourselves? Education in shambles, the dream's crashed, the system's down, no expression, nothing. (That's it?) Yip. Unless... (Stay tune next week when Batman and Robin awkwardly hug, as Superman replaces the God within us all, as some fantasy!) It is astounding as the miracle of God beneath our feet. Think about it, God never leaves us and we never leave God. Welcome Home. ...Heavenly, ain't it? (Breathe...) © 2015 Mark Richard Prime, I am.