Mindless ramblings

Sitting, does the Mind never do
A physical sense disowned
Wander in the depths of hell
The meta physical journey begin
Devils, monsters and demons sound and seem as toys

For what is done is done and never complete,
The Mind plays tricks worse than Lucifer
The One is but always conceived as many


Images flash and brighten the senses worn out,
Tricks are awake as long as you are,
Horrors are on playback that never fade away,
Clutching onto thoughts past dead
For all might seem mindless and worn out


Ravaged and torn are the paths around.
Wailing and crying and testing all apart
The Soul is just to realise, mindless ramblings are just A trick
Peace is found within when asked for not given when craved for.. Peace..

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