MENTAL SLAVERY

publication by: Kenvil Atkins
Written on Sep 15, 2024

MENTAL SLAVERY – STAYING ALIVE.
Harris this and Harris that? The human characteristic is one of disbelief, a poor imitation of flattery, and a gross form of negligence, portraying what is not and giving no care to what is, to this end the mass population attributes this knowledge to hearsay. People's character changes as the seasons, everyone is subject to their hidden pioneer, massive disillusions in this here time.
To the scenic, it's brutal out there, to the wise and simple is a matter of checks and balances, and to the critic is a mass pandora box. All have a brain whose capacity has a limit. Making choices has always illuded the perfect individual norm, making the massive look like a picture perfect.
To comprehend these thoughts of individuality concepts, a rational step in a delusion order needs to be overcome as pure demography, and face each day with the expectation of grace from the Lord above, to which mankind has given a back seat, placing their faith in the higher akee of self-governing, to this day all nations has place a blindfold and indulge in hate to the extent of war, remembering the crucifixion who can get it right.
The soul did not reveal clarification to one's destiny, somethings are still held back by Allah the Almighty to be shown in his chosen time, yet he daily purifies and ratifies the most disastrous making of this generation, given his power to do so with equality and reverence. All are Rath's sons and daughters, and nothing can change until a higher power redeems his judgment.
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Tags: Inspirational, Depressing, Encouraging,

 

 

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