I believe in what I have not seen
The power of persuasion can shape,
What you think you can see,
As your mind conjures up a,
Plethora of how can that be.
The brain is just so complex,
A control unit for our bodies
Translating every movement, word, emotion,
And holding a library of memories.
Whose to say that as our,
Imaginations store and play any movie,
From which we can call upon,
At any given time to see.
That the shadows lurking in the dark,
The tale of ghost, demon and jinn,
Tis not the spirit that is without,
But that of the spirit we have within.
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