Beatings must have come out of heaven;
Pieces made out of heathen.

Creators of the world know what's up.
If you took a sip from the forbidden cup.

Those make a man out of a child, no doubt.
Those help a man find his way out.

Through pain, sometimes you learn what is love.
Blood stains—sometimes you have to look above
 
Had it served on a silver platter.
And took it for granted.

Had the mind over matter
Had their eyes slanted.

Well, that well is not bottomless.
Pity has a limit, and it is meant for the merciless.

It's a pity to reach the abyss.
Rest in pieces, not in beatings of bliss.
 
Are you sure that you will be okay without a heart?
Are you sure that you wouldn't want a restart?

If you are, then let me rip it off your chest.
If you are, then forget about being blessed.

Let me be your devil; Take my mercy and pity.
Show you a new level; the bottom is not pretty.

If I were a saint, to save you, I would do my best 
No less than beating you to a pulp in Vatican city.

There's no upside, and those feelings won't subside.
Those walls will get thinner, but not your lumpy side.
© .🌹.

Gulian & Juliet
@Gulian2.0 & @JJuliet

`The Rose's and Juliet's thorns'