Where is the destination, when walk in the pitch dark,
Up and beyond the solar system in the black holes,
No light is shown and no stars are near and afar,
Walking through the dark with no destination displayed,
Souls accustomed to the shine and heat, suddenly feel the cold,
Just a few light years away from the house of nine brothers,
There must be something beyond this confused black,
There are many cousin complexes beyond the barrier,
The souls pick up the speed to run away from the claws of ravens,
They want to face the light to identify them as real,
Waves follow them as the wind to take the account in a second,
Whether in dark or in light, everything is calculated,
The same soul has the different bodies in different birth,
In the same of the different solar system,
All these are not beyond human’s knowledge and intelligence,
But they have to be alive and not to be sick and ill,
Due to inappropriate contract and cession of projects.
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Absolutely LOVED this! what fanttastic lines, The souls pick up the speed to run away from the claws of ravens, They want to face the light to identify them as real, Beautiful writing, well deserved of the 10.