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from fall to faith
Staring to the clock of my life as its pendulum is swinging slower & shorter, yet undecided should I wined it once more,
is it worth being here in this surface of society, seen it been there, nothing more darker than hell here, where greed is the god brutality is the religion, betrayal of faith & trust is just so common,
we all are blessed with emotions & senses, yet what clouds us to see other's ruins & cries, abuse to the land abuse on the livings, how far will we go with this kind of living,
I don’t want to drag this life on the path of hope, it’s a never ending journey a journey with hope, I stand still as this world zig zag around me, yelling & consuming brands by paying repressive conclusions,
as I look into the sky in alone I also notice in the midst of billions exists the few thousands that are like me staring the stars & twinkle in their eyes. I now believe neither I or my dream will die here for i have find more many dreamers like me.
To them I spread my hands with a promise that till my clock tics, we won’t be surviving in the dust of hope, but will spread a new faith on this globe, a faith of choice a faith on kindness a faith on celestial awareness for all....omni
is it worth being here in this surface of society, seen it been there, nothing more darker than hell here, where greed is the god brutality is the religion, betrayal of faith & trust is just so common,
we all are blessed with emotions & senses, yet what clouds us to see other's ruins & cries, abuse to the land abuse on the livings, how far will we go with this kind of living,
I don’t want to drag this life on the path of hope, it’s a never ending journey a journey with hope, I stand still as this world zig zag around me, yelling & consuming brands by paying repressive conclusions,
as I look into the sky in alone I also notice in the midst of billions exists the few thousands that are like me staring the stars & twinkle in their eyes. I now believe neither I or my dream will die here for i have find more many dreamers like me.
To them I spread my hands with a promise that till my clock tics, we won’t be surviving in the dust of hope, but will spread a new faith on this globe, a faith of choice a faith on kindness a faith on celestial awareness for all....omni
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