When you are worthy you don’t have to tell,
You don’t have to utter the magical spell.
Even in danger, even when you wrecked yourself,
virtually sin, immorality itself.
So you hide in the forest of anger,
Burning every tree moreover.
No wind to cover up the for you,
Is that what should transpires,
when you are in the severity, my dear?
Flowers have petals get redden of,
There is thorn all over the sprout.
The sky lacking water but bloody clots
This isn’t what a benefactor would do to the com.
I see your awareness of what should be done,
As you once owned the kingdom of love.
So why do tell your value confiding vices,
Displaying positivity is negativity itself.