#TheHigherConsciousness

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  • motivationbaba 24w

    Dedication + Hard work = Success


    ©motivationbaba

  • shivamsudan 27w

    Hey Guys
    Lets Chat

    ©shivamsudan

  • shivamsudan 28w

    Only I Can Change My Life,
    No One Can Do For It For Me

    ©shivamsudan

  • uthkarsh 33w

    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • anweshaa 33w

    Originally posted by : @brahmandjetr
    In this intriguing post @brahmandjetr expresses his viewpoint about what is wrong and what is right. To quote Ernest Hemingway, novelist and writer, 'So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.'
    SINS.
    Do you really understand the ideals you're defending?

    @mirakee @readwriteunite @thegoodquote @wordporn @writersnetwork

    #Brahmandjetr #TheHigherConsciousness #Awakening #Enlightenment #WritersOfIG #Poetry #Poems #WordPorn #WordLove #WordPlay #Wordgasm #PoetsOfMirakee #PoetryIsNotDead #SpilledInk #PoetryLovers #PoetryCommunity #PoetryPorn #CreativeWriting #BleedInk #WritersOfMirakee #AuthorsOfMirakee #Words #WritersCommunity #PoetsSociety #Writers #WritingCommunity #Prose #Author #Blogger #Poet #Poets #Writer #WritingCommunity #Wordsmith #Writings #WritersOfTheWorld #GlobalWriters #Mirakee #WritersNetwork #ReadWriteUnite #TheGoodQuote

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    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • ishhvaish 33w

    Originally posted by : @brahmandjetr
    In this intriguing post @brahmandjetr expresses his viewpoint about what is wrong and what is right. To quote Ernest Hemingway, novelist and writer, 'So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.'
    SINS.
    Do you really understand the ideals you're defending?

    @mirakee @readwriteunite @thegoodquote @wordporn @writersnetwork

    #Brahmandjetr #TheHigherConsciousness #Awakening #Enlightenment #WritersOfIG #Poetry #Poems #WordPorn #WordLove #WordPlay #Wordgasm #PoetsOfMirakee #PoetryIsNotDead #SpilledInk #PoetryLovers #PoetryCommunity #PoetryPorn #CreativeWriting #BleedInk #WritersOfMirakee #AuthorsOfMirakee #Words #WritersCommunity #PoetsSociety #Writers #WritingCommunity #Prose #Author #Blogger #Poet #Poets #Writer #WritingCommunity #Wordsmith #Writings #WritersOfTheWorld #GlobalWriters #Mirakee #WritersNetwork #ReadWriteUnite #TheGoodQuote

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    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • khadijah_writes 33w

    Originally posted by : @brahmandjetr
    In this intriguing post @brahmandjetr expresses his viewpoint about what is wrong and what is right. To quote Ernest Hemingway, novelist and writer, 'So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.'
    SINS.
    Do you really understand the ideals you're defending?

    @mirakee @readwriteunite @thegoodquote @wordporn @writersnetwork

    #Brahmandjetr #TheHigherConsciousness #Awakening #Enlightenment #WritersOfIG #Poetry #Poems #WordPorn #WordLove #WordPlay #Wordgasm #PoetsOfMirakee #PoetryIsNotDead #SpilledInk #PoetryLovers #PoetryCommunity #PoetryPorn #CreativeWriting #BleedInk #WritersOfMirakee #AuthorsOfMirakee #Words #WritersCommunity #PoetsSociety #Writers #WritingCommunity #Prose #Author #Blogger #Poet #Poets #Writer #WritingCommunity #Wordsmith #Writings #WritersOfTheWorld #GlobalWriters #Mirakee #WritersNetwork #ReadWriteUnite #TheGoodQuote

    Read More

    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • mysticmanu 33w

    Originally posted by : @brahmandjetr
    In this intriguing post @brahmandjetr expresses his viewpoint about what is wrong and what is right. To quote Ernest Hemingway, novelist and writer, 'So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.'
    SINS.
    Do you really understand the ideals you're defending?

    @mirakee @readwriteunite @thegoodquote @wordporn @writersnetwork

    #Brahmandjetr #TheHigherConsciousness #Awakening #Enlightenment #WritersOfIG #Poetry #Poems #WordPorn #WordLove #WordPlay #Wordgasm #PoetsOfMirakee #PoetryIsNotDead #SpilledInk #PoetryLovers #PoetryCommunity #PoetryPorn #CreativeWriting #BleedInk #WritersOfMirakee #AuthorsOfMirakee #Words #WritersCommunity #PoetsSociety #Writers #WritingCommunity #Prose #Author #Blogger #Poet #Poets #Writer #WritingCommunity #Wordsmith #Writings #WritersOfTheWorld #GlobalWriters #Mirakee #WritersNetwork #ReadWriteUnite #TheGoodQuote

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    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • mirakee 33w

    Originally posted by : @brahmandjetr
    In this intriguing post @brahmandjetr expresses his viewpoint about what is wrong and what is right. To quote Ernest Hemingway, novelist and writer, 'So far, about morals, I know only that what is moral is what you feel good after and what is immoral is what you feel bad after.'
    SINS.
    Do you really understand the ideals you're defending?

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    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • d_catalyst 33w

    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • d_catalyst 33w

    SINS.

    Must you believe you have sinned,
    Don't worry about it,
    There is no need to go to church, or the mosque
    Or the Temple or the synagogue
    To beg for forgiveness to an entity
    That barely exists.
    What we're taught is sin, may be not.
    Allow me, to break down before you,
    The deadly sins in all holy books,
    And why they are considered so.

    Gula, the Gluttony.
    For we were beings born into a perfect shape.
    And it is easier to rule men,
    That can run, walk, climb, fall,
    Fight and defend, as ordered.
    The first sin, of gluttony, tells us that,
    We were meant to be warriors
    To take orders.
    It is a sin, if we cannot.

    Luxuria, the Lust.
    They say love is blind, and lust, blinder yet.
    Emperors have lost their minds.
    In history and in the world today,
    For men to be considered, perfect,
    Man must commit. To one. He must have a wife.
    And for a woman to even look at another man,
    Was for her to break code, and step out.
    If men and women cannot be controlled,
    For there is no control, when hormones play,
    Then it must be considered a sin.
    That is what we were taught all life.

    Avaritia, the Avarice, the Greed..
    We were taught, of all things bad,
    Greed has taken the most lives.
    But ask yourself, what really is Greed?
    The want for a better life?
    Isn't that what we're here for, though?
    But it must be a sin, and we must be happy
    In the little we possess, for we, are proletariat.
    The bourgeois, will never cease to exist,
    But no one questions them, why?
    Because, WE, are common people of the world.
    As the ones in power don't bother about morals.
    But if we do feel envious of the life they live,
    We sin, and that's just why, we can never win.

    Superbia, the Pride.
    We must acknowledge our achievements,
    Only if they are little. If majestic,
    We must ignore them - for pride is a killer.
    THEY know how to spot a proud man.
    A proud woman, is prey to the world's cruelties.
    We must live in fear, and let them tear
    Our confidence in ourselves into smithereens.
    Otherwise, we are too good to rule.
    Let me remind you, we are common men.
    The ones that watch gladiators fight
    And exult with merry, at the winners might.
    The EMPERORS want US, never to know
    What happens behind the show.
    Thus, if we are proud, then we are competitors.
    Emperors don't like competitors,
    And so, we must never sin.

    Ira, the Wrath.
    It is okay, for the ones in power to take life.
    For they are in power, and it is their RIGHT.
    To be able to feel a little more GOD like.
    But we are common men.
    We must abide by LAWS. Made by THEM.
    Wrath is a killer. Often makes us do things,
    That dwell on the exteriors of LAW.
    For such a massive population to be CONTROLLED,
    There must be calmness in the mind.
    Wrath, is the destroyer of the calm. Uncontrollable.
    Which is why, it is a sin.

    Vanagloria, the Ego.
    Mighty men, can practice will.
    But we are common men, and we must abide.
    Egoism, is not for us. We must listen,
    We must follow. We must not challenge authority.
    Nonsensical, isn't it? Ego is yours to keep.
    Ego is a problem though, for THEM.
    As Ego challenges authority. THEY are the authority.
    Do not challenge them, they are men of power.
    We are common men. We must abide.
    Or our Gods may rain upon on us with hail and thunder.
    For to raise Ego, is a sin.

    Acedia, the Sloth.
    We are common men, and we must work.
    Laziness, will lead us nowhere, and nowhere
    Refers to the courts of the Kings. Rulers. Emperors.
    We must be proactive, and contribute.
    To make them richer. If we cannot,
    We have no meaning to our lives.
    For we are common men, meant to work.
    We must slog. Never resort to sloth.
    So that we can fulfil our worldly desires.
    Also, to fulfil their needs to own more.
    And thus, it is a sin.

    Tristitia, the Sorrow.
    Sorrow is the greatest builder of strength.
    Yet, we're taught that it is a sin.
    Why? Why should we have to be strong?
    We are common men. Physically will suffice.
    The builder of emotional strength,
    Is too much to have within us.
    We are the commons. We do not need so much.
    It so happens, we now tell each other to be happy
    To search for silver linings, to look for lights
    At the ends of tunnels. DO IT because you're common.
    And if you dare to feel depressed, they'll repress you.
    Tell you, that you're being off track.
    Don't you understand what this is all about?

    Grab hold of yourself.
    You're not being told to commit some sins,
    To be free. You're being told not to abide,
    And give so much importance to the religion
    That you so unwillingly, defend.
    You must've read this before,
    "You're given a name, a nationality and a religion
    Five minutes after you're born, and you spend your life
    Defending a choice you never made."

    ©brahmandjetr

  • afzalsunshine 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • hukman 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • uthkarsh 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • mysticmanu 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • brillsxpressions 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • thewonderstart 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • lipsa_kurrey 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • sadu_dg 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr

  • haddieyhannie 35w

    STRONG.

    This is the era,
    Of the New Age Lovers.

    Who are, but a bunch of
    Disconnected Individuals,
    Who barely feel a thing.

    Trying to protect themselves
    From the natural phenomenon
    Of being in love, not just falling in it.

    We cannot just blame their manipulated minds,
    Thanks to the apparent cheap Romance
    That we come across in our movies
    The flamboyant couples on social media,
    What is to blame, is the motive of the media.

    We are on the verge
    Of becoming emotionless.
    Which is what today's kids
    Call being "Strong."

    Never have I ever come across another era,
    And I have read in the history books
    About the World Wars,
    The Holocaust,
    The British exploration that killed
    Innumerable Native Americans.

    I'm dumbstruck by their message.

    This propaganda is being propagated by the Elite,
    That don't count us as significant individuals.
    I hope you've read your economics,
    The bourgeoisie, and the proletariat.
    The men who own, all other men.
    Karl Marx. Does that ring a bell?

    Can we please go back
    To believing in and being ourselves?
    Because, I'm tired. I understand it sounds selfish.
    That's okay. Please get tired of being "Strong."
    Vulnerable is not a bad thing to be.

    Don't be scared of anything
    Other than losing your emotions.

    Nothing can cause us more harm,
    Than losing faith in our energy.
    I hope you realize, that we're just energy.
    Packed in a physical vessel of star dust.

    For, those that think not this way,
    Are still going to live life,
    Being Strong.
    Not realizing the real enigma of strength.

    Do not weaken the word "Strong."
    Come, feel and let it out.
    Love as hard as you can. Be desperate.

    I have learnt this from a friend,
    That one day,
    You could be pretending to be "Strong."
    Being mysterious, like we all love to be.
    Yet, you will never see it coming,
    A bus. A truck maybe. Maybe even a car.
    That will come and leave your mystery,
    Unanswered, as it runs you over.

    ©brahmandjetr