Whispers. Murmurs. Voices. All chattering
In the dark. Fingers claw at my brain,
But I can't tear them out; no rest tonight.
Even stumbling, tumbling,
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But I can't tear them out
There is no peace. No peace
vague wanderings, The white noise
Echoes. Tides of pessimism,
denying faith, whispers, no morals
. truth is objective... always. truth is never subjective.
existentialism as a philosophy existed once. now it is gone and it should go.
whatever takes away from the Truth that is God, it is destined to be doomed.
We shall help all those who are in such state of mind to come out of it by giving them love, concern and real faith in God. thank you dear poetes. tony
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But I can't tear them out There is no peace. No peace vague wanderings, The white noise Echoes. Tides of pessimism, denying faith, whispers, no morals . truth is objective... always. truth is never subjective. existentialism as a philosophy existed once. now it is gone and it should go. whatever takes away from the Truth that is God, it is destined to be doomed. We shall help all those who are in such state of mind to come out of it by giving them love, concern and real faith in God. thank you dear poetes. tony