the soul is shrouded – a poem

Wherever we turn - the soul is shrouded.
Burial while alive,
Burial, deep, deep inside.
People pass, people work, people don't know
That the soul is buried, so deep inside.
which is the victim that is sacrificed,
Get rid of excess weight,
A burdensome burden in the rat race.
A burden that prevents us from getting along in life

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