Man is but a bank of superstitious sect .
puffed up with heavy materialistic hankering.
its lust is more ascendant important at set .
than the real harken of his objective living .
a surfeit that adds more surfeit in covetous .
and at proper meditation he desires more than needs.
insatiable and lover of sin than peace seed .
their life is castle of dread and fire of hell .
man hates what he mostly likes and all his repel .
tend your ear from diurnal up down penumbra .
the one that tells you are much lugubrious.
will turn up and reprobate you are cacophonous .
selfishness and self glorification is very obnoxious .
while puffed up with pride and such mischief .
why wont you hanker for a firmament of reliefs.
that brings upon hatred and forces to injustice .
he who loves God should behold with peace.
but when you are peace minded you display its light .
and you contented with your resort and grudge not for other right.
Apr 12, 2015
Apr 12, 2015 at 4:35 PM UTC
Man is but a bank of superstitious sect .
puffed up with heavy materialistic hankering.
its lust is more ascendant important at set .
than the real harken of his objective living .
a surfeit that adds more surfeit in covetous .
and at proper meditation he desires more than needs.
insatiable and lover of sin than peace seed .
their life is castle of dread and fire of hell .
man hates what he mostly likes and all his repel .
tend your ear from diurnal up down penumbra .
the one that tells you are much lugubrious.
will turn up and reprobate you are cacophonous .
selfishness and self glorification is very obnoxious .
while puffed up with pride and such mischief .
why wont you hanker for a firmament of reliefs.
that brings upon hatred and forces to injustice .
he who loves God should behold with peace.
but when you are peace minded you display its light .
and you contented with your resort and grudge not for other right.
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