When one controls another,
Lord, victory is to the masters,
When this body has the keypads,
Lord, the souls are scribbled with dirt,
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The luxury to the body is not wrong,
When my body does good deeds to the soul
That seems to be the solution to free the soul from imprisonment. Beautiful poem set as a prayer. Thank you.
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The luxury to the body is not wrong, When my body does good deeds to the soul That seems to be the solution to free the soul from imprisonment. Beautiful poem set as a prayer. Thank you.