Puppets of the Lord
We are the puppets of the lord! Our bodes are bouquets to furnish,
Inside our bodies are like armors which fight strive, protect and die.
But as they say everything god gives, returns to god after death.
In the same manner our bodies return to him.
But an exception I see in the soul inside all of us.
The soul created, lived and keeps living even after death.
It was created by god.
It returns o god but never gets destroyed.
I wonder why ? but I am glad to know anyway!
By Manthra
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