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Jul 2014
We discover space and the stars but our oceans stay dark and deep. While the moon is in constant orbit, its not until night its light is seen.

Our nearest neighbor from a far is so desolate and lifeless, compared to earths contrast of color, fromΒ Β the light our star provides us.

Does the moon hide its darkened side, from the lack of contact that we make. Or is our purpose for not returning due to findings that we can't explain.

Were living and observing coexisting as servants. With age and conflict our bones decay. It ***** to be born to a society were no one understands, about who or what created us and the earth on which we stand.

I travel on my mission as I question my fate. Religion is a choice so I patiently wait, for the answers to my questions that determine my faith. I'm not against the Bible or the constitution of Religion. Its my decision to be cautious, when dealing with mans vision. The interpretation of our past, through a book that was hand written.

The Bible explains our creation salvation, sacrifice and our very existence. Its mass distributed around the nation, and its creation deserves respect. Because true or false its content, its message keeps the mass in check.
Poem by:KLoyal Est:06-2014
Unreal Society
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Unreal Society  Las Vegas
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