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MEDICINE OF HEAVEN


I sense the medicine is in Heaven, it better be, it's what brought me to it. Funny how that has worked out, the medicine, legal and all...

(It's legal?)

How could it not be? THC is in our bodies naturally and so is DMT, among many other natural medicines growing on God's (H)eartH. Therefore they cannot be made illegal by anyone or for any reason. See, even the "courts of law" agree with Me. It's kind of like how NATO operates, everyone gets a vote and it goes up the food chain to the big dogs, the big feeders and breeders, and they imagine they can rig the game against all odds, not on your life... (H)eartH has a say in what is believed of Home and child! wake up and smell the aroma of a brisk Colombian roast! Live, Love, Laugh, and do more quieting down, let the (H)eartH be heard... heal... Heaven.

© 2014 Mark Richard Prime

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