The Essence of Man Fransisco Quvedof The essence of man is like god.
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Abstract principles, countless flaws
Corrosion in verses are claws

That the essence of man has.
The words are lies, no room for class
Men drop the tongue with no order
Simply wind talking, they border

a dimension of puppeteered
notions around them. engineered
truth that hide their hearts with morals
they’re taught. Decency mind-blowers

that lead us to wish a royal
family in heaven we’re loyal
forever in thought but sinners
at heart. Our souls anguished feeners

become. Breeded mentally we
sing songs in silence “Heavenly
father hear me” souls cry but no
sound is made. We know not, we know

nothing of the image of man
if you are only a fooled fan
of a lullaby that rocks our
minds that was born on the hour

they conquered your attention span.
You ran with it.. bullshit! You can
learn to find the true meaning of
the evil that blinds you in-love

With the search for a pure heaven.
So now I raise you this question
What is the essence of a man?
Now Try to find god if you can.