BREAK THE SILENCE, ON MEN"S VIOLENCE.
My soul often goes so restless that it tends to leave behind my abled flesh and opens the back gates of *forever moving time*. Howbeit it moves back in time and reaches a place where men lived among the other beasts . It persists of staying there and observing our evolution just to find out* that one grieving infusion* An infusion so strong that it gave men the audacity of raping a woman {girl to be more precise} and feeling a sense of pride in this act. My soul wanders back and forth through the time to find *that moment* when man lost his humanity. {Sadly, it fails to find that glitch} (Maybe, man was better off as a beast among others) Reasonably, evolution was that glitch that coerced and turned a man/human into a *being* dropped down from hell .