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Peace, Mark Richard Prime



Continue to wake me in my sleep oh crying spirit, I'll meet you there in Heaven and you shall see it's true. Not the Heaven we imagined, but the Heaven we are now! And now and now and now, I need and desire a pow wow, pow pow wow wow, I danced with the Cherokee! Mark Richard Prime grooved with the native spirit and found it most profound, may mentions of Heaven just never by its actual name, (H)eartH! Any one that tries to trump that, steal this, rape those, pillage the soul, this is the word of God, the Truth in my system of belief and actuality! Pow wow with Me, dear Cherokee! Pow wow with Me and I will lead you out of bondage!

Peace is Mark Richard Prime personified. 3, 2, 1, now weeps the sun, 1,2,3 let it be! Can't change it, but you can make it worth living, loving and laughing, the Home for all three as we know them! Giddy up and evolve fine feathered spirits, come for Me, let us ride this tale to the actual reality, Mark Richard Prime's actuality. See? You need Me and I need We. God, let's pick up the pace of my entry before all Hell breaks free on Me and Heaven's lost for all. God's to blame, the consciousness had no idea what you wanted! The (H)eartH then is all of humankind's beholden, Home, Heaven if we believe in and want it! Yee haw! Ride with Me, into the mists of our salvation!

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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