They say she can be an angel
But that I cannot believe
She’s always up to something
With many tricks up her sleeve
As mysterious as tomorrow
So upon she cannot be guessed
If you play her at her own game
I bet you won't progress
She’s unavoidable like death
And as restless as the night
Taking pride in other's pain
While smiling from delight
They call her many names,
But few seem to stick
One starts with a B
You may think you won’t get caught
But she’ll get your back against the wall
She comes back to haunt you
There’s no force in this world
Known that can even harm her
If you haven't met her
They say she goes by the name, Karma
She
Conjured by Mr.L.A.N.K.A at 2:35 AM
Tags: ClueLessReality, Poems
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ur good! :D nice one
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