The heart in the sty
Yet it hearts to head towards the sky
His appearance emanates a handsome light
Yet the mirror reflects an ugly side
A churning coincide
A battle, subtle from the front side
Detrimental from other sides
Tremors, shaking, and mocking coincides
Trapped within his own desires
He flutters around the fire
All his efforts seems in dire
His weaknesses grows
The heart bleeds
As his bad deed increases
His soul depletes
He repents in such a way his kind is limited to
Everyday he sins and he repents
Such is the lowly human
Slave to his passions
Unlike his elders and the elders of his elders
They seem to live in peaceful gardens
Although around them lies toughness and difficulties ready to engulf em
They seem calm akin to living in a peaceful garden
