Our world is greatly materialistic in All aspects of life Simply because everything in it is not free... The pretty soul has died and our body Is undergoing surgeries to fix it... As long as people rely on that ugly materialistic Side, then there is no room for love or for soul... We are in a time in which the bigger fish is fed On all those smaller ones till the end... There is not anything free to enjoy even When we pass away, then we have to pay or they must pay For our funerals anytime, anywhere, and everywhere... Our world is not our world, but nominally It is our world to be or not to be........................ ______________________________________________________________________
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