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Friday, October 12, 2012

Sins of yesterday

So many lessons to learn but no one will tell you
the moral of the story, all great men died
You will too, I will too.
That fact pushes me to dig deeper, 
but not deeper than my hole will be, 
Humans are restricted, in some way certainly
Your body, mind and skin are prisons of yourself
So what are daily trials to freedom of spirit, 
Just a spit on the road.
Animals like ourselves deal with days and personal wishes, 
With who cheated who, and who said what and who saw who, 
An animal at least focuses on survival, 
and what are we, half animals half demons, one quarter angels; 
So many lessons but I will never learn enough to live
forever, 
We are still paying for the sins of yesterday. 

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