CONFESSION ZERO

You've been waiting, you're not alone, beautiful angels! I've been waiting to come full circle, I'm not alone, beautiful angels! Enough of this godawful abuse of children, of our sisters and brothers, father's and mothers! We should all be rising up and screaming! Enough abuse by those yellowed and broken from their own selfish scheming! It's on the cusp, riding to the peak of exactness and we're beginning to roar as we enter in! Live, love, laugh! Say the risen ones! (Steady your legs!) Begin! Begin! The church is broken, weighted down by chords of gold, so We thought we'd let exactness speak! The truth's been breaking free from the rigid spirit's hold on you and me! Fear's breaking into manageable shards of the stale shadows of ancient lies! Our wings are rising, we shall not be denied! Don't change the channel, turn off that damnable tv and get on (H)eartH's wavelength of the coming revolution! Boom Boom

We have ourselves a conundrum. The burden of proof is upon you, the truth unfolds within Me. It is time to stop playing a desperate charade, upstairs and downstairs, out there and in here. I wouldn't want to say you are the great liar, I'd rather help you out... the truth unfolds within. Now do you see your burden? Love and Peace are not some sport for your godawful prayers. Love and Peace shall not succumb to such sightless pleas. When you pray against, your prayers devour your own spirit and leave exactness breathless. Stop. I am truly doing you a favor. The spirit is my domain in the flesh. I know you're confused... I am here to help with that. Actuality is now, not some believed beyond doubt reality. I'm sure you will do your best to plan my failure, but I have to urge you to use caution if you continue to imagine the strings upon me are in your hands. © 2016 Mark Richard Prime

Your games are like child's play for what's coming. Your charade is as stale as your pitiful excuse for stewardship! Your act is a dis-ease made of self-loathing and money and it will not stand! We're coming for the jokers and the weak-minded who prey on children with war, with abuse, with starvation, with toxins, with perversions of allowance and despicable lies! We'll bring you to your knees and cleanse the rot from within your spirit. Steady your legs, for you shall know the truth and you shall not rise in your pulpits of fear and greed. Forgiveness is here and an introduction's needed in order to drop your self-righteous and lying jaws. Hush your foul laughter. Hush your empty promises. This is real, I am real, our entrance will be felt most by those who still believe their lies, even when faced with the truth of their own collusion with deceit. We are legion. We are prepared to act. We are among you. We are taking back what's been stol

Time has arrived in its carriage made of water. I surface the holy water as it pours out the makeshift door into the cobblestone street. I am now standing on the soil made of concrete that lines the land of discontent, there are no rocks or rose bushes, not even her fragrance. I reach my hand out to help her down, she looks at me and weeps. Now we are standing waist deep, the hardened heat rises like fear, no one bats an eye as we make our way to the festivities. We're late and the clock knocks on our pace like a boxer behind on points, a desperate rhythm that suffers times fickle count. We can now hear the music and the water laps at our shoes as we cross the street carved of a flat black steel that makes its way like a snake following the slope and rise of the land. We are now at the door, the music vibrates at full-tilt. There they are, a collection of our allowance, coats and ties, leather shoes, dresses and hats, steel toe's going tip tip tap. We are now w