In moments, meant to
be alive
The Self dies, a
thousand deaths
cactus words kill
thorny actions bleed
born out of untrained
thoughts
These moments that
refuse to die, stage wars around.
Orchestrated with
arms, weapons
what could have been a
symphony
slaughter and breed
frightful foes and feuds
that, which could have
seen us all, as friends!
Through time, thoughts
of the inseparable beings
in the minds they're
made to sing
Build blocks and
barriers
no thoughts spared,
all spent
in the destruction of
the real Self
a living cell dies a
thousand deaths.
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