Metamorphosis of the soul

Wow, just like a butcher that becomes a cowboy, Before slaughtering animals gave him great joy. Knife, filler, and machete were his toys, But as a cowboy, he is also a rock blaster. He depletes rocks bit by bit, like opening a new chapter. A cowboy is also a good rancher; He makes sure his animals are alive And tackles any danger that arrives. The danger might come from a stranger; He knows what to do in the snap of his fingers. He sees a butcher as a friend when they bring money, But when killing animals, they are his enemy. In some terms, butchers are backbiters, And those gossipers are scavengers. They are evil's ushers, and their ways are so bitter; They are devil's worshipers, and they can't make it either. But if you want to lick that honey from the rock, Don't stare at the mouth of your axe. During this process, you will see some blocks, Don't give up; you can relax. Critics will come along the traverse; They are the butchers; don't bother. Keep focusing; don't reverse; Move further to climb the ladder. Then you will be on the other side of the Rubicon; You will see curves and contours, but don't make a U-turn. Your tasks have been solved; You're now on top, like a great Icon