Might it be easy to walk bare foot on coal?
Besides, destroying already destroyed soul.
Eyes were once mirror to heart,
For what would you see if you tear it apart?
If you were burdened with what you plot,
You’d died suffocating with its bloat,
Similar land… similar roof for beings to live.
Won’t it be better besides hatred love you give?
But blood runs thin in those vessels,
Why should you care, why not easily hustle.
It’s not your pain not your grieve,
Then bother for what, why for right heave.