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Body is a home, a prison and a grave.
Kill a man, and you are an assassin. Kill millions of men, and you are a conqueror. Kill everyone, and you are a God.
So justice while she winks at crimes, Stumbles on innocence sometimes.
Once we are destined to live out our lives in the prison of our mind, our duty is to furnish it well.
I existed in a world that never is - the prison of the mind.
Fast closed with double grills And triple gates–the cell To wicked souls is hell; But to a mind that's innocent 'Tis only iron, wood and stone.
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