Live. Let Live.

The will to create and the wish to destroy, it is time you acknowledge, has never been yours to own,
Because, in your vengeance, in your unmindful impatience, in your immaculate madness, when your soul turns to stone –
You forget this world you live in, ain’t just yours alone,
You ruin beyond repair, you leave nothing to atone,
You kill a Junaid out of despised assumption,
You trick a mother into eating her own son,
You smother a Salma with acid because she dared to refute;
You, in short, waste no time, in becoming a brute.

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