Minds (pt 1)
The power of the mind...
what is the reasons for life? Really why am I here?
A man is not a man with moral, beliefs, and purpose.
But what is to happen when all of this is lost?
Your are left on this sad pityful earth with nothing but a shell
an empty vessel where the soul no longer wants to reside.
(This is the stroy of the life of a sad, loney boy)
Fake smiles for the lot of man, to please to world beyond my own mind I must mask
the true things I feel. Stuck in a never ending cycle of this pain and misery.
What will become of me, of this lost soul. No home, a house but no home.
Burden by the weight of his own guilt and hanuted by his past, how should I ever
Move past this feeling, this pit that eats at my insides cry out to me. No response.
Man depends of faith, belief, a purose for being, but what happens to the weak.
Religion, so many believe in it and for what? why does man place the fate of thier
lives in the hands of a higher power. Is it so they have purpose, does man really
have the power to move past things because of this higher power, or from
the mind. Man is weak, only the ones who accpet this on move forward coud be
considered the ones with true power. We depend on religion, labels to contain us
but we live in an infitine universe. Most of man trys to avoid and eliminate what
they dont understand. We are stuck in a world of simple minded people who
look at the ones who look beyond the ideas of basic life as freaks or
just being weird.
The mind is one with the soul and the vessel.
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