I tripped over a huge rock yesterday.

What the hell had really happened is kind of a mystery.

But, still I tried to help, and scraped my knees.

Weird.

I felt like I was being a hateful ******.
But, so was she.

Placing hateful showers up into high-held gelded guilds is a perfect way to be,
to make a soul show
patience,
when it came to hate.

So, not knowing how it really felt
to be in living hell
only shows us how far
that we've really fell.