Vapor and Fragrance Float Far More Real than Spirits
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The soul is mist, the soul is haze because
The soul does not exist. It isn’t haze
Or mist since they are part of physics laws.
The soul is not. The soul is just a phase
Of human superstition which the priests
And shamans tricked our brains to think that souls
Are real. Religions instigate set feasts
To take advantage of insistent holes
In hearts which want impossibilities
Like loving from this, that or other god
Though there have never been divinities.
Our hearts are always wanting to be awed.
The incense smoke in Easter Day perfumes,
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