Hurl a stone All are guilty of judgment and seeing what we only want to see, And the dangers of false pedestals is illusive self-moral supremacy, So quick to magnify the faults inside of one another, Then the flames of out own darkness can ignite and we become what we fear. By tearing down another living soul we cannot build, Arrogance is of no value and what will it fulfill. Let's not fool ourselves our hearts are solid steel and cold-blooded, With most intentinions to humiliate and to applaud our hearts of darkness, And when we make honest truthful steps towards compassionate healings we will have no time to citicize because we will find ourselves the most sickening. Such superficial optimism a deepness not so pure, Anesthetic presence with an undefined concern, With images so glorified but still where is our cure. Touch Birth to this emptiness conception inlovelessness.
Spiritless hands show no caress.
There was no embrace from tearstained faces. Environment bottomless compassion was motionless. Weary eyes will only see the depths of captivity here in this perpetual misery. I touched my innermost self with its healing. I gladly detach my soul from the lies that sicken this day.