My heart fell onto the floor,
The way you displaced yourself—away, away from me,
Does this follow Newtonian laws with respect?
Pushed my arm against yours,
No aura, no source; no energy flown
Can’t Joules be here to serve you power?
Slaves had banged and beg for their master’s freedom,
Then they were left with cloths around their hips,
At random, I ask;
Didn’t Isaac say that for every action, there is it’s equal reward?
Words lie and are dying,
They distance you away from the ones you hold dear; the ones who spoke not of the truth—
When we hear the false, this is when we fly,
Didn’t those scientist protest about gravity?
These thoughts are abstract and uncanny,
Although these things does really occur,
It lingers everyday in life, day-by-day;
Didn’t those pioneers think about these when they presented these break throughs
—That the soul reverses all: theories and more?
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