THE BETRAYAL OF GRAVITY
A living thing traveled to the sky.
It wasn't a bird or a fly.
He was the son of the most high.
Birds Still Fly in Damascus
The hum of the flaming helicopter
for the new hole of
falling on Al-Marjeh, Damascus central square.
A flock of cuckoos fly
I wandered in the dead of the night
My weary feet could not lead me right
The glow of the moonlight was now...
Bring in the sheaves
As the wind blows the rusty leaves
The master calls in grief
Saying, life is so brief
Listen to the voice...
Man, as he really is, is far beyond
God’s imagination, let alone understanding
If you really love Earth, you wouldn’t be
Afraid to show it to...
Man - Divine
Am I an agnostic, atheist or just live by plain logic?Why...