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The Demise
I like writing short poems,but for my own pleasure, it relaxes the mind, a great deal and it does keep one calm while writing,but where as some people can write a poem as fast as one can twinkle an eye,I can't do that I wish I could but I really can't, but I try my best,and I do hope that you like this one. It's about a demise weird but true and here goes.
What's down there at the foot of the bed? His termination, A demise after death,euthanasia A narcosis and obliteration. A portal will be open but there are no exit, The entry will be a hatchway through the slammer, An regression thru it's opening It's dull grim face saturnine quiet, Ponderous thoughtful sage sad face, An unsmiling interpertations in a rapid voice Questioning the soul within the grave in it's demise . The door of darkness will be open at the lower Part of the sleepers bed, Where no sun rises In the western sky, And his nourishment will be of that Of the fruits of devil's head. Only redness and columns of dark Smokey clouds gathers at Evening tide in the western skies. Only the dogs of earth, Are going to hear his mournful cries. But elegant is my bed, for the sun rises From the east on the head of my bed, And like the beautiful birds On their out stretched wings, Into the lighted gates of Jannah, (Paradise) I'll fly as I sing.
What's down there at the foot of the bed? His termination, A demise after death,euthanasia A narcosis and obliteration. A portal will be open but there are no exit, The entry will be a hatchway through the slammer, An regression thru it's opening It's dull grim face saturnine quiet, Ponderous thoughtful sage sad face, An unsmiling interpertations in a rapid voice Questioning the soul within the grave in it's demise . The door of darkness will be open at the lower Part of the sleepers bed, Where no sun rises In the western sky, And his nourishment will be of that Of the fruits of devil's head. Only redness and columns of dark Smokey clouds gathers at Evening tide in the western skies. Only the dogs of earth, Are going to hear his mournful cries. But elegant is my bed, for the sun rises From the east on the head of my bed, And like the beautiful birds On their out stretched wings, Into the lighted gates of Jannah, (Paradise) I'll fly as I sing.
Does Consciousness Develop?
Does Consciousness Develop? While the concept of consciousness is explained in terms of plants, animals and humans, it is remarkable that human consciousness is not fixed. Since there is no development regarding awareness and alertness in plants and animals, it is not possible for their consciousness to develop. However, regarding human consciousness, the mental factor is effective and it enables a person to acquire new knowledge.
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