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Spending it's life

Believing only what one sees

Without even one moment

Imagine that it could be different

Without becoming aware

That it's possible to known

What there is of the other side?

Without crossing the step

This step which, once crossed

In a deliberate or irresponsible act

We could know

To know which is the outcome of one life

Of this carnal envelope

Which once deprived of all it's senses

Become a jail i which we are

Condemned to wander without end

Where do we come from and for what we destined?

Here are the questions, which obsess us

Do we have to see higher? after the life

Or do we have to be satisfied?

By human experiment