The automaton
Man's is a living robot
With flesh and blood
An automaton of God, created purposefully
Beautifully and attractively,
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The mind of man is like a post box full of letters
If one is opened the entire world would transform.
Transforming the untransformed, translating the untranslated,
Man is a divine automato planted and designed,
For life, to live, for a reason.
Nothing is compared with the living automaton,
Who always say "I can" make a possibilities out of my imagination
Out of nature, and out of anything that exist in betwixt them,
A man a living automaton ordained with duty
Inclined with responsibilities,
With great physiological reasoning and comprehension
They can decern what is good or bad,
Favourable and unfavourable, economic and non-economic
Like the galaxies of stars, who are not even beyond the capabilities of man
But below., like the blue sea that beautify the world like heaven but below the capabilities of man
Man is evolutive automaton
Making changes for the betterment of thyself,
Changing revolution to revolution from centuries to centuries
men begot ancients. And now technology.
bring into reality the hiding truths of religions, and politics
man is an eternal automaton
cursing death, the betrayer, the thief of the night, the clique,
The loser,
After death men live on, on and on
Using the master key to unlock the door of eternity
Through their beliefs on religion
Man is a unique automaton
Who complete the circle of life like the angels,
Yes this is man and nothing can be compared to them.
For they are gods of brillance