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Unrest Soul: OriMan

It all began
From inexcusable hour life began
Then there was no vowel for the an
Neither was an already mined earth
No pollen nor anther that made a plant
Hopes were never buried
It just germinated like buried seeds
It was all a closed cycle of purity
Divinity is sacred to the no public

Lifers…  Hey get this picture!!
Man makes a computer
Life easier: it commands…
So It was on earth when He created man
Hey call me a sinner
For my soul is unrest
What if
What if Life is no more a term for Divinity
What if we are left behind
At the point where it began….
Hey call me a sinner
But we all still believe in God
The only difference is
I query the origin of Man.

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