Karma’s a Bitch.

For in the days of innocence,

When my compass only knew the dogmatic sense of right and wrong,

I let you walk, despite the sins you committed

I was not rich enough, powerful enough, privy enough

To exact my wrath and make you fall to your knees

And beseechingly repent as if I was your god

In those days, I believed in some sense of universal justice

That would convict you, making you pay the price for your sins

But those days are long gone.

And I will be that vegence, one day

I will be the fire that scathes you

Without a word, or reason why

You will recompense for your transgressions

I need you not to know, it is this sin

That you pay the price for.

But I will create a cloud of torment,

That will rain myriads of questions upon your soul

Levying questions that you will not be able to answer.

In this way, I guess,

I am the sense of universal justice, of my days of youth

In this way,

I am the karma that will come for you, Bitch!