Days come,
Days pass,
In his existence,
This pinnacle of creation, Man.
He needs happiness,
He needs fulfilment,
He needs an end.
He's made to desire peripheral things,
His mind acknowledges that,
His heart speaks of a high purpose,
He needs to grasp and comprehend.
My heart cannot fit in this society,
It cautions its limbs of slavery,
It cautions its tongue of obscenity,
It cations its mind of logical limitations,
Of a conditional sense.
It forces its body to be the resistence.
That in all its being,
The world of these times,
Has no concern about its origins.
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Otherness(Poetry Book)
PoetryThis book is about the Otherness and its roots and origins and its current matters at hand and the truths, about it, And all only brings us to God and to the highest knowledge about our selves.
