I do not throw stones, I collect them.
They will always need something.
Life is not a pain meant to die.


When I give, I don't shout, "I'm being robbed!"
When I take it, I don't do it secretly,
and everyone sees exactly how much I have.
I sign under every word I say,
and necessarily, with my full name.


I know how comfortable I am for the target,
still, I don't bow my head---I boil it high.
And my knees are hurt...
not from crawling, but from steep jumps.
From flights. From running with obstacles.
From assaults 'on a knife', Not on a run.


What stones are sent to me
from all sorts of sinless sinners,
I collect them all! I will build a loophole with them.
And as I went to the abyss of the stars,
they, with heavenly thunder, for my rest,
on anyone who throws a stone, will collapse.