Send them home,
Let them go as quickly as they come,
There’s is no space for them here.
Send them back,
Let them crawl back, dragging the shards of glass behind them. Cover the path with blood and stone.
There’s nothing here for them.
Send them away.
Let them exist anywhere else. Take with them the lies and promises. The idols them worship under the guise of love.
There was never any chance of change, any sign of reflections shifting and growing. No redemption and never real.