Where would we be if not uprooting traditions and values?
And the chill reverberating my bones comforts me.
It tells me I'm all that I think I am.
I deserve the shivers, I deserve your energy's frost.
I deserve all of these chilling stares.
I deserve this cardiac arrest in your cold police station.
I deserve sitting on these cold stone steps,
Pondering why the universe tends to suffocate those already asphyxiated,
And demonize those already hostage in Hell.
Merciless,
Keen,
Mean,
I will scramble up the mighty bean.