Karma's hungry, and you taste goodCasting stones in this glass housewill leave no window unbroken,will remove the shelter of transparent panes,will leave the floor littered with shardsglittering and sharp,near invisible splintersembedding in your soles. Why do I deserve pain just because you are aggrieved?Does it hurt to walk,sting to talk, ache to bewith all those needlesdigging into your flesh,tiny injections of venomyou spit out as words? Why do I deserve misfortune just because you are angry?Casting stones in this glass housewill leave no wall undamaged,will remove the support of solid structure,will rupture the system,chaos filling cracks,the safety of orderturned to disruption. Why do I deserve loss just because you are lonely?Is it cold outsidein the pelting rai