The beauty of freedom is never in self, but bondness with unlimitness.
if we were given a second skin we will be different.
Given names of our destiny awaiting acry.
A tongue of acne languages but sounds of laughter as a child.
In knowledge, masters of our scholarly adulterated scripts.
Religion slaves to the assorted one.
The products of a fool's economy,
The pride of faded era.
But if we were the same brother
In strength diversity has no unqiueness but beat for unity.
We understand nothing is different.
Our emnity and empty meekness drunk in inupt education of the westerners for our todays glory are just reflections of our reality.