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Contaminated Soul

When think of ill of others Your soul is contaminated It goes far away from God And is never illuminated Ill thought is an infection Spreads quickly to others You are prone to downfall And lose all your features Your mind is busy in tricks And becomes like a bog Your creativity is trapped Your soul is draped in fog Your illness is on extremity When you fall in frustration This is the end of humanity You face inner humiliation

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014




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