Your karma is gathering <br />like the infected pus <br />at the head of an angry pimple. <br /> <br />Just the sound of your name <br />reverberates backs to haunch <br />in abomination of Your character <br />who is hacking up blood and phlegm <br />on the lips of a T.B. sufferer. <br /> <br />Your existance, spews a venemous slime <br />that balances ''Greed'' on the pin tip <br />of the lives invested in, ''YOU''. <br /> <br />Money, is at the helm of your Hell <br />because with all your riches <br />you can not have happiness <br />when you steal it away from others. <br /> <br />So bellow in the idea that <br />''YOU ARE A GOOD PERSON'' <br />as your empire crumbles <br />and ''People Know''. <br /> <br />(dedicated to my Landlord T.S.) <br /> <br />Copyright ©2010<br /><br />Adryan Rotica<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/your-time-is-going-to-come-2/
