Nobody gives a damn, they keep moving on. They don’t stop until they are done.
The wheel of death will always go on. Hindrance can come but it won’t stop.
Life goes on, it waits for none.
The Reaper beholds the Scathe, heeds no cries.
Scathe is the painkiller.
Pain of hatred, disgust, and dishonor.
Sun sets down setting the sea on fire, moon glows around the sparkles of desire.
Life goes on and it doesn’t care.
Child’s birth or mom’s death, have the effect which are same.
Emotions play around and both are felt, touchy hearts are found abound
Some are of stone which don’t cut.