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TAB༥

TAB༥

To get born actually leads a soul to sorrow.
The body is just to borrow.

We are already born through pain, 
and we go through pain.
Why wasn't the child asked if it wanted to?

Like ourselves
It will lie, suffer, laugh and miss.
The body ages but the heart remains young, 
which doesn’t mean there is no fun.

Have we ever made ourselves aware of 
that what is forming a soul into a 
sensitive body? 

We believe that we are the highest beings of this world, 
we are only miserable  
traitors to our own race.
Mocking ourselves and nature.
Tending only to look at others and never at ourselves.
Donating money for poor people with golden statues on the shelf.

Irresponsible to voluntarily expose a soul to chaos.
Would you place someone in the cradle of the world knowing the mortality coming upon him, due to the fact to
be born?
Think how much weight YOU already have worn.

How much have you suffered,
lied and cheated, 
even sometimes woven the thought in suicide.
 
Exposing you to all the false impressions that are supposed to replace the meaning of life?
Yes, can this soul even turn away from this emotional pornography that promotes materialism?
If even we haven’t learned how to thrive.

The soul that is forced into the body,
should at least with consideration be brought here.
We all come down from the invisible, 
in ignorance of matter and its meaning of captivity.
The captivity of the desires of this society of power and conquest,
of masks and hypocrites 
and they will even defend their cause of imprisonment until death.

Yes, a soul should penetrate into the body from the first breath,
but the pain she feels through her carnal chains ...
This is the cry of the soul which is now in the knowledge of its mortality,
for its original 
Spherical environment feels distant and no memory of it remains.

Now it is bound to the drives of deeper nature and must utilize matter to survive.

That is why you should think about every human being that it’s also a child .
Because we are all trapped in the same illusion and rather than fight, 
how about feeling empathy like wild.

The illusion is to believe that we are only
of a physical nature.
We-our own traitor;

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Rubidus San

Sending a thanks for giving
your time to other visions :) !

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