It seem like the world has been silent enough to **** paint poets
with man ruling and running history all in the adventure to discover the value of the soul.
For an unquenchable fire within that has been set ablaze by the drumming heart of a fervent soul that bleeds with free domain,
so dominant and illuminate in an illustrative manner like a mitric star that fell from a stella nest to nurse nothing but cowardice that evolved and blistered with scars that never healed.
So i pose a question,what is a man?, except a dark creature that roams freely failing to dominate the world yet calling himself a conquer.
Conquer and divide is said to be a mandate,Iron in ironing out ironic facts makes one bleed in terror and shrink in fear, only to freeze and fade with time.
What is a soul?
It is empty. What is an idle mind if not the workshop of the rumors, rumors that gave birth to suspicion between two brothers and later contaminating the whole society with hate.
Indeed rumors are Lucifer and pregnant with ignorance, and ignorance is never a defense but a bullet fired without recoil only to destroy the future, and to shamefully tell the world that sword is more powerful than the pen yet the pen puts a clause and instills war and battle fire with fire, ashes to ashes in prying eyes of the metric world that fall with mediocrities of the world above putting a silent mode to the test and screams
IF ONLY I KNEW.