[they dress themselves like animals and yet they call themselves humans.]

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they smile at the thought of orgasm, and
they squander their lower lips to
kisses and sex.

[as if souls and spirits were of fiction.]

-
their miserable life is unknown to them.
they seek for the most precious thing
in the universe,
-love- yet
they do not know how to seek themselves.

their cries are awful.
their moans are deceitful.

[the echoing rage of pain and sorrow]

-
they smile at the thought of being God, yet
they are slaves of God's perfect opposites.
they progress, yet never move up
and getting rich,
only emphasizes the emptiness

[they know God, really. He made himself known to them.]

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if only they believe.