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When the Abstractions and Decisions are already F

When the Abstractions and Decisions are already Fastened, like the lifeless Walls, then untold torments Are going to overwhelm us. //The walls don't move When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter. When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails to utter a letter. When cameras are obscured, with a cunning notion, it fails to push it out. When the trees touches it's bottom, they don't pity. When the leaves tickle, they don't giggle. How motionless they are! Would the condition be same, if everything was upside down? Would they still, protect the wrongdoers? Or would they run to save the homeless infants? Oh walls, why don't you move? The mutability of conditions are still swinging at the edges of the immobile walls. Even when the ashet is served with changes, they stick to the already-built walls. When our thoughts and decisions are already fastened like the unmovable walls, then untold torments are going to overwhelm us. Are we going be the walls which never shouts out, which remains still as stone, even when there is a condition that can be altered?
When the Abstractions and Decisions are already Fastened, like the lifeless Walls, then untold torments Are going to overwhelm us. //The walls don't move When the whole city becomes an oven or a refrigerator, the walls don't move. They brawl neither for a blanket nor for a shelter. When the man hits lady's skull violently against it, it remains still. When myriad of words kill each other, it remains in the same place. When blades are scrabbled against it for sharpening, which makes it easy for the girl to cut her hands, it never howls. When the boy leans against the wall, and weeps for being called a girl, it still fails to utter a letter. When cameras are obscured, with a cunning notion, it fails to push it out. When the trees touches it's bottom, they don't pity. When the leaves tickle, they don't giggle. How motionless they are! Would the condition be same, if everything was upside down? Would they still, protect the wrongdoers? Or would they run to save the homeless infants? Oh walls, why don't you move? The mutability of conditions are still swinging at the edges of the immobile walls. Even when the ashet is served with changes, they stick to the already-built walls. When our thoughts and decisions are already fastened like the unmovable walls, then untold torments are going to overwhelm us. Are we going be the walls which never shouts out, which remains still as stone, even when there is a condition that can be altered?
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