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Illuminate! He shrieked to his soul,

Hoping the brightness that emanates of the light would vanquish ignorance,

Give birth to wisdom,

Fulfill all kind of attainments,

Smiles and contentment!

Saying good riddance to melancholy and despondence,

Instead his soul quivered and it frowned!

It is not that easy, it scorned!

Suffer and drown in sorrow you poor scum!

Wickedness of the world glaring with hypocrisy and duplicity,

Tearing apart whatever that is left of humanity,

Turning mankind into beings who think they’re self-sufficient,

Weak beings thinking they know why they were born,

Thinking their intelligence could lead to something profound,

All they end up guarding are their mighty pride and arrogance,

Oh selfish beings, will you not then think?

Your intelligence and senses are malevolent, useless and exceedingly inadequate,

Can you not at least tell that your senses are vastly restricted and incomplete?

That you’re more stupid than a noble intellectual?

The man cried for an ointment,

 Some kind of anointment…

Stupid problems tearing off skins and his limbs,

For he is  miskin and they don’t respect miskins,

Why the mistreatment?

Can’t man be less superficial?

The society,

The ones who plotted the bloody community,

The puppeteers,

The ones who perpetrated this atrocity,

This judging, stereotyping city,

Sacrilegious aristocracy,

Lost is humanity,

All within us lays stupidity.

Illuminate! He shrieks to console,

The hole in his soul,

Though they haughtily sold their souls

All entranced in obliging their superficial goals,

Illuminate, he breathes to his soul,

The evil of society he was born into ever so pompous and entrapping,

The future of the souls encapsulating,

Illuminate! he shrieks to his soul,

In hope that it will elevate his whole,

Before he too sells off whatever that is left of his soul,

Illuminate, he whispers to his soul…

Illuminate, he cries to his whimpered soul,

Illuminate…

 

 

 

 

 

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Alam

Often seen as cold, bitter and distant but in reality is cool, sweet and not very distant..haha Sometimes I feel like saying what Kierkegaard said, People understand me so poorly that they even dont understand my complain about them not understanding me. On the other hand often I assume of understanding people completely...so i guess its a given or an irony or something else..depends on how you see it..
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