His soul haunted by visions of imminent heaven

as the generations around him grew old and gray and died

He tried to understand the divergent

Interpretations of those ideologies

but he ended up in skewering follies of his own beliefs

The soul believed that for something to be done with a difference

So it stabbed and seared a glare at the very core of temporal madness

A fashionable outcry against lucid judgements

a sentimentality of sorts

The soul leads him and subjects him to pious belittling lectures

shackling him to dogmas he loves

leaving him to wonder whether it is in line

with what he believes

He is held prisoner to the paranoia that maligns spirits

a body tormented

a soul haunted


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