Hibernating soulsA Poem by Latifait seems that each day new catastrophes are happening to our humanity and our attention to it is rarely raiseddragged down by our vices the eyes became nothing less than frozen preservers iced by the constant blood a scanner that analyse and clean automatons are in the making souls? what souls our souls have croaked by the cancer of ignorance often it's revived by benevolent acts but soon it croaks again oh poor stuporous souls automatons are in the making you may ask about the heart well with a smirk on the face I tell you that hibernation colonized it as well it's only a synchronic pulses now automatons are in the making unparalleled, self is the center we go solo now oh but wait we have one more thing to do burry our humanity stamp on its rubbles and open the chasm of doom
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Added on July 22, 2014Last Updated on July 22, 2014 AuthorLatifaoran, oran, AlgeriaAbout"the cave you fear the enter, holds the treasure you seek" Joseph cambell this quote is my thriving recipe for dwelling in the enchanting castle of words, more..Writing
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