It curses me in the dark. It curses me in the dark.

The Soul will utterly weep You're in soup, the day curses you The Heart perturbs, Soul disturbs The Soul will utterly weep You're in soup, the day curses you The Heart perturbs...

The poem shows sometimes our curses become our attachments. The poem shows sometimes our curses become our attachments.

You looked like a butterfly, But became the butterfly effect to dehumanize me. You looked like a butterfly, But became the butterfly effect to dehumanize me.

He erases bad remarks in the performance sheets, He erases bad remarks in the performance sheets,

All would relish this earth If it celebrated every birth. All would relish this earth If it celebrated every birth.