Karma
Just because our skins clean doesn't mean our teeth are
You would think cutting open flesh and blood
Would make us stop
After feisting on open heart after heart
We would stop
With all the ghost pain inflicted
I'd believed we'd stop to breath
Stop to think about our actions or responses
To realize that if we don't, this sin forsaken world will shatter
Leaving us as useless as cracked glass caked all over the floor
Watch where you step
You wouldn't want to bleed
Bc that would be karma back from useless enemies
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