I know it. When did I forget it? (From about the age of 9, maybe 8.) Too young! Too young are the youth when they are groomed to consume! Too young are they for war, too young are they for murder. Too young are they for sending forth to rage! Cease your damned raging spirits and begin to bring on the fullness of your love! It's not asking too much for you to quite down, is it? I mean listen to our constant noise? Have you truly listened to what we're praying? We've created a Hell in our belief beyond doubt while we pray for Heaven. Ain't happening, until you believe it in reverse! Climb your way out of hell, my friends! Climb to the peaks of your Heaven and look down into the valley, you are waiting for yourself there... © 2013 the spirit of Love dancing through Mark Richard Prime
(The Weaver's Song)