Moved through life as if with a scythe?
Causing pain, causing retreat…defeat.
Do you ever sit and ponder your havoc?
Do you ever pray not just for forgiveness,
but for the rebirth of those left behind?
Partly to assuage your guilt, partly to
give life again to a lovely heart; you lay
in the dark praying for good things to
befall the sweetness that is not yours.
Put down your scythe!
Pray they open the door to their happiness.