The men who think

The men who think
by Ubaid Seth

To those whom the world may derive meaning, I commend. My nights were restless; yet potent. The dominant structure of the molecule of relations strives its best to endure the wrath of the corruption of society. Our curtains may never again be purple, for the amount of seduction has declined. Our stay here serves little purpose. The journey where our souls meet are fulfilled only through the enhancement of ego. When we form (with them), we attempt to collide our thoughts. The rejection we face, stands proof enough for the physical ideology itself. Shall we merge as the pricks propose to us the plans we build our entire lives on rejecting?

Never shall we overcome ......