No dispute,
No earth,
And no reason
To argue.
No joy,
No glory,
And no reason
To repent.
No breath,
No life,
And no reason
To embrace.
No pity,
No magic,
And no reason
To go to mass.
No angel,
No despair,
And no reason
To live.
When we are without reason we are thoughtless. Not even automatons. Just fatty watery minds, ready to be sliced in an autopsy to see whether we suffered from Alzheimer's disease.
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We shall feel love, peace and joy. There is no need to argue or fight. Dispute is not good. An amazing thoughtful poem is shared...10