Were we not souls,
In a denser capsule,
We will be unable to know truth.
Our hands can benefit us,
Or bring about our destruction.
Our mind can aid one of the coarses,
Our hearts can fuel our spirits to achieve it.
Our lose comes from obeying our lower self,
Its evil impulses,
It lustful indulgence,
Its resistence to be weaned,
Its desire to gravitate the soul,
And dim it,
And make the human capsule denser.
We are children of a beautiful legacy,
Of Man.
Destined for a higher purpose.
Born with purity,
Only otherness can imitate.
Born with so much joy,
Only taught darkness in this world,
And the war of arms.
As if killing Man's children will earn us favour.
As much as we are able to show the world light,
We are also able to bring to it darkness.
We are able to rid it of anything that's green,
And engineer everything that mimics life.
We are able to unbalance everything,
And make instinct wildlife.
We boast of evolution.
With ecosystems to condition development.
Are we human or denser?
Are we the best children of Man to ever exist?
Have we spoiled the lagacy?
Do we know the reality of things?
Not only the market value of commodities,
Or the politics of war.
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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.
