Never ask bout the tales of the heart. It's darkness in that reading. No warmth from the start. So if you judge the cover, the book may cause you harm. A glitch in your future like a reading of your palms. It don't look good for you. So let me check the cards. No aces in your kingdom, so go head fold your arms. As bare as the cupboard in the home of your moms, who barely makes do even with three jobs. That's hard work killing oneself for a life a calm. But the smallest things are worth it, our bunkers to your bombs. Hidden beneath the surfaces like deceit beneath your charm. So we never under your spell. Not even if you use Harry's wand. Our broomsticks, we using infusing what soothing. With feelings of doing whats proving of ruling our world with love, respect, and yet. The whips on our backs wont ever stop us from that.....pain brings understanding on how to live. Pleasure greatest effort is in the will to want to give.