Please tell me if you like this poem i wrote and tell me if you dont. Thanks. As his body withers, his soul begins to bloom, He is not dead, but finally truly alive, His doubts turn to hope, Wellbeing transcends fear, Death does not take life, He's not the reaper of souls, He grants freedom, The liberator of the spirit, His soul, the divine breath of life, Is now at eternal peace, everlasting bliss, Is no longer penetrable by despair, Now ready for the journey absent of a destination, He departs from his void of a body from whence he was freed
Heroin That's the meaning of life, Our life atleast, In this materialistic world Why don't more people do it? It gives us what we all want, Pleasure, That's the reason for everything we do Have your sex, With anyone, everyone you can, That's what it's all about, Not love, no spirtitual connection, no deeper meaning Have your religion and beliefs, But be careful, Only when it's convenient, Don't let God interfere with your playtime Meditation, Heroin for the soul, Why would we simply sit when we have all this stuff? What's the need for inner peace, wellbeing, and real happiness? I don't have time during my lineup of TV shows, I'd rather stare blankly at the television screen, I need it to do the thinking for me, Instead of finding myself, I'd rather find someone else Look at that poor Indian man, How horrible his life must be, Let's leave him to shamefully enrich his mind and soul, Now we'll go get drunk and laugh at the handicapped
