This is not a body now
It doesn't know me
By the way of pride and sin
It's where l and you, we spin
This is just a skin
Like a dried leaf in a shallow wood
This is just a lie ghost, it doesn't have sight
Nothing belongs to as light
Outer calls it graveyard where there isn't sight of morrow
But place where, you view carcasses of sorrow
This' yell of shame to hell
And a tiny desire that sells destiny
Sweet melodies that fell and wait for the bell
It's waitin' for a last say;
which soon comes in day
I know, it's what scriptures blow
To one who hears, it's a flow
Is skin a witness across sky
I don't, since some deny
We're afraid! fear of pain;
And you and l, are shell of grain in vain
Amazingly, we all cry for salvation
Perhaps after pain you call for forgiveness
Then if so, above has mercy for weighness
May he paints our way for heaven if there's a salvation
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Author:
janvier (
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- Comment from author about the poem: The poem talk about the pride through which human treats his body. He gives much consideration to his by forgetting that all of our physical state is just a picture of grave. We sin with but forgetting the story which exists after death
- Category: Reflection
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I have written this poem to every one who can read it and tells me what he thinks about.
I remember when I referred to my body as a meatsuit. May you slowly retreat that pain and take back the rest of your body.
Wow dear, u sound so meaningful through that message. You know body is just a meatsuit as you've mentioned
I know it is at the end of it all, but you aren't the meatsuit. Well, you feel like you are, you have to go the other way. Just start turning right in places you'd usually turn left for a bit.
Well sir.
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