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Snake Bite Human, Who Killed The snake? Picture credit: https://www.image search.com  If you asked yourself quietly in refection A minute ticked by "You" "Me" 'Yes. You, but not you.' So now you are asking who killed the man? We all know human evolution is about the origin of human beings and some believed according to scientific knowledge man transformed from animal. It was known for centuries that man and the Apes were related. At heart, their anatomy is similarly by research.   However, the first book of Mosses, called Genesis. In the beginning, God created the heaven and the earth. With non-living beings and living beings. Finally, HE created man in his own image Male and Female. Now, we are floundering in belief of both like great waves in an ocean in correctable responded. Some said the book of Genesis is truth likewise other said a man is an origin of Apes. To addressed this question was a man are real human or

                                  Image credit: www. Iman.com I died again last night. Faded like echo, of a desperate fall, finally escaping the high canyon walls. Cooled like love's warmth, Iced by infidelity, Now, gravel cold. Drained like the blood feeling the fingers of an unclenching fist. I died again last night. Shredded like betrayed by an ugly truth. Toppled like the towers where concrete and steel Gave way to blue and plumes of dust and flesh. Evaporated like the last drop of the last rain before the longest drought of reason. I died again last night when the pretenders Turned away From the acceptable losses, Collateral damage. when they turned back Raised their fists Beat their chests, wives and logic Like the droning drums of war. I died again last night To holster the rage reaction, To break the hypocristy of impending expected redundancy, To finally father all the wasted seeds, To reclaim that sense of ownership sto

         Image source by www. Imagesearch.com Held in the grip by used cellophane,......sing it's coat burning reflections, behind eyelid stuck shut. The avenue where trees drink in black bile, rich----with dwarf willow who throws her embrace around the dense strands of old man's beard covered with thick yellow lichen. It hangs free like morbid hammocks whose anchors has rotted away. Languid oxalic acid talc, pits holes in this heavy-metal collar around her neck chains dangle like galling wind chimes she can't stand The sound picked up, by straying wingless feathers one more day, at the bottom of a bird cage. Its doors left open, bars bent into familiar shapes of escape yet nightengale sits perched, on her thorny branch. Pale wind blows the cage, onto damp concreate, shaded in picture seque fairness Black moldy images keep her occupied-------immovable within the void she loves.

Highway to soul demolition  On long lost roads/ Sun will shine upon the heart of burning lives of ice. Wind through the highway, Endless far distance away from home. You can't see a waste history OF suffocating madness. In the land of long forever highway Of fallen soul. _bryam