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Gift of Words

How can one connect with and understand the hearts of all? First, remain, slow, ineptitude, and small. Then the bully, and mean spirits within, come out to play with an easy mark. Don’t give a hoot, about trees, flowers, or now extinct animals once transported on the ark. Then you must experience what most never can. Set up by your Father, even if controlled by man. Your true meaning is understood and only sent to a few. Seldom are they the ones that also occupy a pew. Experience generates the perception of real, not just a slick sounding speal. No institution must be omitted, prisons, walls that contain minds that are broken, all must be visited to speak more then token. If you haven’t done it or been there yourself, how can you speak of it? Aren’t you just another hypocrite? To test if the ears can hear true words, just be different then them, and see what occurs. Do they scoff, gossip, and judge, and look for no value beneath the obvious. Sounds like a way to remain lost, and oblivious.

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