Wise words from a wanderer

The day I decided to be nice
the world stopped being wise.

Laughed at the way I saw the world.
Maybe their vision was weak and
the mind was not matured.

They would still judge and laugh at people
and say bad about me when I turn.
I hope their filthy souls blaze in hell and
never return.

I'd still be nice and give them a
glimmering smile, as my soul is a
wanderer and has traveled the
purest miles.