Gunpowder

life is like a well-compressed gunpowder one match is enough, bang, immediate effect, blows everything up you give it space, you leave too much room you will not see a spark, likewise, when the man suffers the spirit is constrained to wake up explode, strive ready to hear when the person moans, whimpers at night in pain, the spirit rejoices in its own language and why he wouldn't enjoy when there is enough work to do for the next hundred years to dig up the springs raise the stars (like night) or like the wind to sway the waves of the sea to the shore