Our souls are pools of emotions.
They writhe because of our minds.
For our minds create false notions,
Of what we should think, but don’t.
Our instincts are chewed away by attitude,
As our hearts are filled with justification,
And our mouths unleash the words of the multitude.
How did this happen?
Where are our souls?
Are they still with us?
Nobody knows.
And what nobody knows is what nobody thinks.
For nobody thinks of what we have neglected.
For we have lost what we can’t remember.
For it is our souls that we have rejected.
Our souls must be found,
Or we must all die.
This is the price, it is only just
Where are our souls?
We must find them, we must.
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