Sliced Wrists, Hanging Necks - Poem by Bodhi Citta
Sliced wrists, Hanging necks
This ignorance leads nowhere, but a family wrecks
You might try and escape it all,
But its just gonna lead to a catastrophic fall.
Your friends and family might follow you till your grave,
But your karma will follow you beyond,
Now what do you think?
Was it really worth it?
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