A wonderfully kind

Sort of terror

Karma is

What you put in its open mouth

Will come out the other end eventually

What you sow, you will reap

You stood there shocked, burning in agony

You whispered over and over again

Karma where is my reward?

The words you spoke once to prosper

Now use you as the testimony to damn you

What you stole and claimed as your treasure

Will be collected from you with infinite interest

The people you used, hurt, and betrayed

Will be the servants you will serve

I can’t wait until the day

You get what you deserve

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