Trough The center of this world is sadness and test, Amid the tastes of emotions as major quest. The truth is evident, as colors of decree, No man can live alone, no man can live free.
It all started when sin was committed, Against the God’s will, a desire was treated. If only the submission would have been protected, No man will have to dwell here and be tested.
Questions are fragile, so is human nature, It’s all written differently for every creature. Sent down to mend once broken trust, Every man is at loss, deceived by worldly lust.
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