There is no need to catch the arrows,
that others mindlessly throw at you.
Nor you are oblige,
to play with them, of their dark side.
Don’t catch their arrows of hate,
they may throw it out of jealousy.
Don’t catch their arrows of bitterness,
nor be affected by their constant bickering and their perpetual distress.
Don’t catch their arrows of off-putting criticisms,
It’s their own soul which they feel are on the brink of being ruined.
Don’t catch their arrows of arrogance,
their arrogance smell like a toilet sanitizer mixed with muriatic acid,
hiding their fecal fragrance.
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