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SOULS OF ALL

Yes. We can forgive and forget.
There’s beauty in all things that are natural to Creation’s unfolding.
Too many human actions have been and continue to be ugly. Question is, why? What on earth could have us murdering, raping, pillaging, oppressing, starving, demeaning, torturing, warring and scoring? ENOUGH!

Do not enter your halls of worship without first having done your duty

Do not imagine that your books tell even remotely near the truth in our story!

This is Heaven!

Wake up!

WAKE UP NOW!

Hello…

It… Is… What… We… Believe… Of… It…

These words, my friends, are not a belief, they are a truth among many.

God is all things, known and unknown, best we find our equilibrium, before we begin another tumbledown into our fearful beliefs…

RISE UP! I am…who and what you need me to be, same can be said of Home…

Love and I are One, yet if this has been my last will and testament, it needed some influence, I thought, why not the souls of all contributing to their own storied outcome.




© 2016 Mark Richard Prime

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