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A Man’s Ways V.2

“From nature, sprouts life And yet, with her, we war— We take this from her, She retaliates with that. Air, once rich with freshness, Now stinks of death—it looms; So pungent, it chokes as it takes. O’, mother…”

The END Block: A Short Story

“I was born innocent and into a religious family. I grew up corrupted by positivity, perhaps too much of it. Religion became my safe haven, a way to the Supreme, a home to my faith. I believed and it felt good to be grounded. It was hypnosis but with a subtle tune…”