A Dying Soul

Where do I start to cure this self-denying existence

When I know that everything is broken

When I know that this life is insignificant

And all will be forgotten

Is it time to look inside

To reflect on myself

To heal this dying soul

Born in war in a family that’s torn

And a country so rich in history but so poor in culture

Forced into a life that is split in two

A land so beautiful fueled by hate

I am filled with pain that I cannot release

Except with rage against all wrong beliefs

Will my soul be free after death

Will my mind reboot to free itself

Will I escape this prison made of flesh

Will I relive a life that is free from hate

A man is not a body alone, nor a soul alone

A man has his own identity not defined by authority

The soul is not the whole but the better part

The body is not the whole but the inferior part

And when both are joined they receive the name of man

I think Therefore I am

Will my soul be free after death

Will my mind reboot to free itself

I cannot bu

t wait till the day it will all fade away

And my soul will die so that it is released in nature

And reformed in glory