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SWITCH CODE

(Can you stop?)

There is no on/off switch.

(Can you, perhaps write in code?)

I am writing in code, the decoded language of our original ancestors.

What a long and storied history we've had and what amazing advancements world wide and great feats of heroism that brought the collective to cheering, a past of great philosophy, art, literature, plays, symphonies, paintings, sculptures, architecture and love, but where was Peace? Has Peace succumbed to war? Has Forgiveness made nest deep underground to keep the bullets and bombs from finding it? Perhaps if it showed its lenient face, war would find no reason to continue? Welcome to mine and my world. We are Angels to Home and Humanity, we are legion, we are strong and we are here to peacefully and lovingly as brothers and sisters set the record straight...

Me


© 2015 Mark Richard Prime

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