The death is a man-made device.
Yet, out of control.
To this, the lord bears witness.
Ask him, and he shall tell, he never wanted the weak, the poor, the innocent, the unborn.
But the man inside us,
Does not stop.
It keeps killing.Beginning with self.
To an endless journey of brutal murders of,
Emotions, feelings, people and else.
With no formal decree issued against it.
Its sole saviour - conscience.
Also lays efficiently abandoned in the desert of life.
Sucked of love, searching death.
And then the soul dies.
But the man inside us lives on.
Unperturbed. Undisturbed. Unwanted.
