The "result" is secondary to the hateful trajectory that enslaves us to our machine's made of want.

Not the inventions themselves, but our collective mass production of those "things" which do not give back to Home, that do nothing but temporarily "demand" our attention, long enough for the shackles of want to encase the whole of our limbs.

God, I pray we sense our undoing and that this sense lights the way for the burgeoning revolution!

If you don't believe that the Spirit is leading the uprising, you may need to suspend your "disbelief" in order to sense the truth unfolding.

© 2016 Mark Richard Prime


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