If hatred is so deep in human nature,
Then how you think love will mature?
If we are really wild bloody creatures,
Then how we differ from ugly vultures?
Maybe you won’t find here any answers,
But your mind flies and it still wonders,
Why we were kicked out of Heaven,
Leaving behind all we had been given…
The devil is right behind our minds’ door,
Only we hold the key that keeps him in,
Before taking a decision; just count to four,
Keep him locked up deep your will within…
This may sound strange to you somehow,
But this is my new sole and solemn vow,
To keep the past behind bars of memory,
Forgiven, but not forgotten; a way to glory…
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This is a powerful, practical perspective my friend.