I woke up one day and realized

Things I’ve missed to understand before

Left a pus of the life I’ve lived

From then on It felt like a darting game

Solely targeting the entire within

To live a life of nothing

If its fruits lies in animal skin

Should I rebel of what is fondly seen?

And mercy no one in this haloed sheen

Pour no blood

For blood I forbid

Cry just like then

When finds it anew

Like in toroidal shape

That’s when you know 

It’s true.