The unclean world

This world is unclean, it has a thousand impurities in it Close your eyes, to stay in the safety of your mind's cage.

No one asked us to come into this world 

 God closed his eyes and threw us into the empty street. as the sky throws the start down to survive in the suffering.

 

 From the day, we leave our mother's womb. We bloom here alone in this hell

 Life is not designed to run out on us

Every day as we think but we have to understand this world is a path of pain and pleasure? 

 

Lots of twists and turns are there to join your way At the same time, even our heart prepare's a trap for us

when our feelings start to float into the open space with our age's we find ourselves burning with endless desires which pull us  behind the fragrance of a body to taste 

if we are not stable to overcome that traps we may lose our way to come back.

That the movement we realize the truth behind the secret of his wonderful creation 

 this world has been created as a written poem by him

 The mess which has been done by the two lives in between the writing is a sin that made this world unclean. 

 

 Do we need another world to survive a bit longer when we already reached its end 

 Let the world take its path and reach the end...

 We don't need to switch in between.

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