From the sleep in the mothers womb,
To the sleep in the coffin.
It's a long time, a time of elusions.
In life with all our intelligence
We move on,
Trying to make it beautiful as a song.
For this we do both right and wrong.
Finally things reflect back like an illusion.
We strive, we try, we do everything,
Trying to make life worth living .
Then we get to know ,
It was just not reality but an illusion.
At the end we die leaving everything behind.
Leaving this world of illusions .
Only to entre the fires of hell or the garden of Eden.
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