Journey Of Karma
The tounge of the sea is unforgiving,
The lips of the ocean are forbearing.
The song of the rain is endearing,
The tears of the birds are mourning.
The beauty of flowers is unattractive,
The busy bee should not find idleness.
The wicked angel can be prevented,
The mercy of the demon must be honored.
The joys of sorrow are frustrating,
The wound of triumph is bitterness.
The death of faith could falter,
The birth of hate could be halt.
The curse of the fairy might be suppressed,
The blessing of the witch might be surpassed.
The whisper of the bells might refrain,
The shout of prayers shall be heard.
Hate the teeth of heaven,
Love the smiles of hell.
The journey of Karma is somewhat fair,
Beyond the human's instinct and conscience.