Curiousity
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  • Reads 407
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  • Parts 4
  • Time <5 mins
Ongoing, First published Oct 12, 2015
This is a collection of poems I've written that simply asks questions. They ask what the world around us really is. They ask if our God is really there. And they ask where is He, when Hell has come to earth. They ask why our loved ones must go through so much pain. They ask of purpose. Curiosity is a dangerous thing. It makes you question. It makes you question your place on this earth, the nation your live in, if something is really meant to be there, and if your religion preaches the truth. For the most dangerous thing this world has ever known, is the curiousity of mankind.

Author's Note: 
I'm aware that some of these are sensitive topics and may bring about arguments and debates about what I'll say. My opinion will tend to shine through on many of my poems. Feel free to post what you think about any topic discussed in the comment section. 
Love, hugs, and poetry, 
Miquéla
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