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Mens Secrets
Men’s Secrets There are men of god who like innocence for their pleasure. There are coaches, teachers etc., who never – their actions – measure, as they destroy the impeccability of this, our worlds Treasure. There are so many men – thoughtless – leaving so many scares. Destroying the spirits, the souls, the luster of so many Stares. Leaving them as barren, distant, cold as the surface of mars. What is in man’s heart ?, that drives all this horror, all this insanity. Why do they not see ?, what they are doing to a segment ( fifty percent ) of humanity. What ?, lies in the murky depths of these men’s sick, broken souls and heart, that makes them shatter the chastity of a life that will never know how to start living out their lives, and on a much higher plane and not know the stress, the depths, the separation caused by all their suppressed pain, pain that comes on, comes out- screaming with every action, action that stops one – who cares, who shows with every reaction, yet neither – these sick men made it impossible – will find peace or satisfaction. B. J. “A” 2 March 6th 2014
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