Coming out of the cemetry, br Faith, does not tell you the truth. br Becomes chaste innocence, br Of imbeciles. br br How shabbily life treats you sometimes? br Tossing you on garbage, squeezing br your brain, smashing your marrow br and turning you into pulp. br br We are all eyes, but no vision. br Ownership of a spinning pain, br does not entitle you for a liberation br and a gift of guardian pendant does not protect you. br br br Brutal hanging to sever off the neck br was not crucial.