Spirits are born,
Clothed by nature, a genuine look ,
I thought I gazed at it on the first pages of the holy book,
I wouldn't have value the mystery if I truly understood,
A change of fate,
A fault in the zodiac,
Life after life, death after life,
A transfer of soul to a living flesh,
A forbidden immortality,
Science and metaphysics emerged and the truth became hidden from those who seek it,
Whoever posses the flesh shall suffer the curse.
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The things you can't see, the things that see you
PoetryIn the silence of the night arouse something uncanny, a deformed soul, unworthy of existence we would have hope that the tales of the lost is yet to be told, but we humans are trapped in between the things we can't see and the things that see us.
