The past is one we despise,
It shows and continuously reminds us of our troubles,
The pain that makes us completely and makes us fall,
Is something that troubles us the most?
I believe the past offers advice,
But why does it torment and scar us all?
My past showers me in hateful despair,
The trails,
The pains,
The ends of events that no immortal being should ever wish to witness,
Happens to all of us,
When we wish for it to stop.
Many pasts have destroyed minds of beings,
But many pasts have enhanced others,
But the Gods have been merciful,
They have shunned our past lives away from us,
Not letting us remember of the deeds,
Of the pain we have caused to the world that now lays dead in the cosmos.
Our lives have been corrupted,
Had been tainted into the hell of thought which can kill most,
Ending lives of many just from one thought,
A thought of love,
A thought of hate,
A thought of freedom or slavery,
It’s all up here,
In the minds of us beings,
Keeping us alive and thinking.
For when the future becomes the past,
More memories of certain emotions shun into the mix of the mind,
The mind being a cloud of supreme knowledge in which many use to their advantage,
But others use to their downfall.
