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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required WHILE PASSING THROUGH: My heart speaks loudly on the tablets. Ink leaving traces of my thoughts; Mind-spills left on paper, addressing the survivors of humanity. Desperately I have searched and found many messages. I will not come and leave without passing them on to the generations forward. What I do while passing through gives leverage to the vestige, of our investments. Though you've cheated death a thousand times you still must die, one time! Though we have been used and abused, we have toiled. and have been allowed to exist only because of what we do. If it were not for our abilities we conclude, we would have perished like a weed unwanted and sprayed. The human will have endured. Even with your best plans and your most crucial diseases still you could not separate us from our souls. Though you've cheated death a thousand times you still must die one time. We have baptized your ideas into our reality, religions and concepts, we have been foolishly obedient in this servitude. We've had no problem following your rules, even though we were not your first mules. Many souls are wailing. We still triumphed over evil. The jokes on you, we know how to be good. We know how to live righteously almost, and we do, when you let us. But your own straying gave away the hoax. I hear souls wailing, voices joining mine, as we cry in unison. You are the thieves in the den. Stealing everything we bring in. Though you've cheated death a thousand times you still must die one time. Do not count the dead bodies on the bus ride, home, that only causes nightmares. Wait until morning, if you make it back home, listen to the news of the body counts; It's easier that way. Get a good night's sleep and your mind set will come back to its original state. No matter if we save your life, raise your children, fight wars side by side, one day your mindset will return to you, to feed upon its own ignorance, like a dog who returns to its vomit. This too is a promise. We are under no obligation to any man, my course on earth, direction, space, time, no problem. Though you've cheated death a thousand times, you still have one final death to die.
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