Humanities progress,
Isn't a Process,
But an Instinct,
Making it distinct.
Battle of man,
Isn't how it ran,
Going to war,
No honor anymore.
Corruption of man,
Brings us down,
All these false hopes,
Never answered.
Humanity Lies,
So why not die?
The answer,
Is from within,
Not from observations,
But from what you tell yourself.
I gave up my faith,
I'm like a wraith,
Hiding in the shadows,
Darkened from history,
Cause it has everything to do with me.
Is there a god?
Why do we believe there is?
Is it because we follow what we believe in?
Is it because we had no choice at a young age?
Maybe we were brainwashed by a book?
These questions... Have no answers.
Humanity is a lie,
We have no ally,
We can't just die,
but why?
We are alive.
That's why.
Philosophers are made from scholars,
All these predictions,
Are mostly fictions,
made up of morals,
That came from orals.
That's why faith,
Is a word,
With no meaning to me.
ΔΙΑΒΑΖΕΙΣ
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ΠοίησηThese are of dark poet So roll with it Cause in words that have no meaning Will only mean the world to the who's reading.
