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Relative

Date Written: September 4, 2017
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Relative

Problems of the world,
make my head hurt,
holding hard to my heart,
help me make heaven
out of this hell;
paradise out of this garden.
We all fell
to something,
but it does not matter
as long as you got back up,
learned from the mistakes
did not let the demons win.
In the midst of boredom
even the strongest minds
succumb to an addiction,
the weak ones
succumb to oblivion.
Reality of it is,
we all love chemicals,
we use them to survive,
without chemistry
we would not be alive.
I might have died many times,
ego death, probably the best,
transcend your worldly presence.
Our soul is a present,
and we wander wondering
where we will end up,
instead of living in the now,
that spectacular now,
wow, dwell on things
we cannot change,
because in a infinite universe,
our carnal life is temporary,
but our matter moves on
relatively.

 

Trust is not easy,
because lies lay
in all these minds.
Many not honest with themselves,
little love left
letting truth be distorted,
contorted and morphed
to fit their ideas and beliefs.
Beelzebub does deeds
divine to him,
knowing that universal is relative.
Does truth exist,
are is it something we made up?
The universe concocting cunning beings;
beings belligerent in beliefs.
Slowly becoming malignant
because demons inside.
Heart and mind fighting each other,
while the soul dies
due to the demons
taking over.

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