Touch me and i will break,
I am a piece of glass,
Hit me and i will repel with the parts you hate,
With the lies you have told,
This is real no touch of gold,
Throw me and i will rot,
With the things you are around.

Past is an illusion with the things you have done,
Commit the sin and off you run,
The judge has the power to summon,
So make your way towards divine truth,
Break the prison and steal the fruit.

Worship your fate and make a choice,
Create and innovate with the device,
Yes the glass is fragile,
Respect its width and make it do,
The work of human with the patience blew.

Breaking is its habit no one can change,
Though you think but cant avenge,
Pack your list and pave your way,
The glass is your night and it is the day,
Reflect it with care to see your future,
Careful with the pieces could it be rupture.