A life without reasoning
Is an empty chapter from a book
Torn into pieces where the scraps remains
To fulfill a wise man Prophecy
Each scriptures has its purpose
Abide by once known who was fearful
At the beginning of the medieval
where Kings surrenders their livelihood
Many in which are left unarmed
Exposed by false idols
Messengers to be exiled
From their promise land
A life without reasoning
Is nevertheless worthless
With no chapters to assembled the pieces
That may have restored it back to greatness
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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