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