The Eternity

Nothing really changes as much as we expect or we think
Everything is so doubtly dynamic but equivocally persuassive in nature
And it will be late when we understand the life
Everything is symbolic and mysterious
The flipped coin never lies
One will always come and the other will bow down
Maybe a sadistic behavior of human instinct
But what’s there more to it??
Is it more ravishing or is it a part of a bigger rampage act….

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