The soul, the case and the heart
The three fragments that made up man
And for each shall be striken by the superior force named nature
Or have you not ever tasted the saccarine poison of love?
That chains your heart and wound its flesh
Causing that thick lining of boiling tumore that makes the bright eyes pale?
Or was it not you who swallowed that seed made out of hate which yeilds envy and unrest?
Isnt it your faith which is to acquire, to accumulate, to conquere then dominate and subjugate?
Tell me
Is there a living mortal who has never been entangled by the darkness of sickness, which cause your skin to make a fire inside that crunch your bones and boil your flesh?
Even Iliya born of the strong had never pass the night as the day. The case is made to be a shelter for weakness and fatigue
Or is it devoid from a compelling craving for gratification? Food and water, oxygen and sex that makes you go extra miles into an unlawful jurisdiction which may cause you perish.
The soul is like the sun
The mother of all
Is there that person who had never given in to the lustful desires of his infamous adverse Friend? Causing him to doubt the truth and chase the shadows?
Or havent pharoah the great never fell in the cool hands of fear? Causing him step aside and dye within?
Tell me that mortal who shall not be fed with the bitter taste of the roasty iron with which his darling vulnarable soul will be plucked out from his toe up to his head and out of the mouth? Causing him to be removed from his luxirious water board King's bed into the tiny dusty soil
Believe me or not
We all are prisoners of nature
Trapped within our real and mighty enemies
If you intend a war its best started within
