Never Curse Me

Why would the Sun refuse to shine
What waste is it if in daylight the stars shine
Be careful so you don’t be next in line
Basically I am by default made to excel
Even barefooted by paths of broken bottles.

If you curse or wish me bad
Same is yours; it’s just a rebound
A reap off of an hidden moon at night.
Why wish me bad when I have a designer
Programming you exactly what you wish to me.

Get it: those that curses me are doomed…
By forces I can’t say or mitigate
The Sun has so favored me
That I am a surface that reflects her light
And nothing bad come close to me.

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