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.

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