Is the soul different from the mind,
Is the brain a physical bind?
Is it something religion designed
And we followed like the blind?
Though my words may not be kind
All the ideas are intertwined
But soon they will be alligned
After they are crushed, splintered and grind.
There will come a day for humankind;
When doubt shall resign
When the truth will find
That despite the disagreements outlined
Freedom and peace was the word signed
Among the many brothers of mankind
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Random poems
PoetrySong-like poems made mainly for the fun rhyming effect than anything else. No deep meanings, no complicated and flowery language; just good-old random poems.
