Karma Has Knee Pain.
Don’t you think I will skip on my revenge.
Each ache of every vein will meet the balm of your demise.
The anxiety haunts that had banged my young chest will recover with your inflamed eyes and its tears of cry.
The long game I plan is not to satisfy but destroy.
Echoes of your ego which neglected my soft voice,
will now content my thirst with those bleeding ears' plight.
Poison is the elixir I will gift you in daylight.
The fires which deny your soul will burn in their light.
Oceans have starved for such evil appetite.
Only when helpless, I will deny your mercy try.
Pathetics of the world will shine better than your dying smile.
You and your generations will bring suffering its joy.
Swords pale blunt, such horrid tongue, my wicked cursing tongue.
Time will wait, escape its fate, such
treasures you await, such pleasures you await.
The garland of your demise,
I will wear with pride and maybe then, sleep tight!