…….What internal inadequacies imprisons me here, life’s phantasmagoric dreams comes loose at the seams when I meditate, yet still past crimes to explain my sentence don’t resonate, I’ve grown dependent on inadequate sense organs so I hesitate, fallen victim to the flesh, lived too long in it, I marinate; death is no sentence, you’ll be freed at its gates, it’s this world that hates, it creates dark fates, surely on the other side something brighter awaits, a place dark matters can’t give chase.
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EvenwheniLie (Pseudonym) (
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I form light, and create darkness: I make peace, and create evil; I the Lord do all these things.
Crazy scriptures but that's what I got.
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It about searching for answers.
Oh! The answers are in us, decode the scriptures and you’ll find yourself face to face with humanity
Or evil.
Evil is even a victim at its beginnings, only a supreme being can’t be victimized
It's certainly a mystery
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