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 Aug 2020
S A Marshal
Living on this earth of faces
how will the living be?
Strands and tangles surrounds us
are the names freedom and liberty.

Life on a borrowed smile
is breathing so contently.
The joy of life on my face
is killing me silently.

Why seek the knowledge? Why clean the dirt?
A mere soul you came as, and was it a body part?
A fragile slip is all it takes and you're all done!
Your flight, without your wealth, you're going all alone.

Clothes and apparels, shiny gold,
Brand is the difference in them all
With antics they make them sold
Always young, and never growing old.

Rooms styled, in every bit
Lamps with lights brightly lit
Walls with paint coloured, for its fit
All furnishments too, to go along with it.

Why seek the knowledge? Why clean the dirt?
A mere soul you came as, and was it a body part?
A fragile slip is all it takes and you're all done!
Your flight, without your wealth, you're going all alone.
This is about all our labours for the type of material gains but for what?
What you were before is what you are now. A single soul.

S. A. Marshal
07/05/2009

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