Karma Is Not Bitch

Karma Is Not Bitch long poem

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Karma is Not Bitch
It is Us- You and Me
Who refuse to understand
The signs
The warnings
And little threats
That Karma lays on our paths
Only to tell us and warn us
That the road we are travelling on
Is Not Right
It will only keep us from light
Leaving alone in a long, cold, dark winter night
That is completely filled with fright

Karma is Not Bitch
It is Us- You and Me
Who fail to comprehend little warnings
Laid on our roads
As hurdles and failures
That only lead us to utter darkness
Yet, we do not learn from our mistakes
We choose wrong path
We make take wrong decisions
We keep company with wrong people
We ponder wrong ideas
In our tiny little heads
That can not handle this mess

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