Self-Contradiction Poem by Ash Price

Karma has become a meter of which to interpret our lives. Don't stray too far. Ends seem to justify beautiful means. Grabbing and clawing for this lifestyle to remain anything but subtle. Nothing can run a course if we remain beautiful.
Reach for your wives, and reach for your sons because only for so long does karma allow operations to go undefended and unpunished. All those things you've done to reach this point has been counted and the meter has finally clicked. Don't gasp, this is what is deserved of you. Where terrible ends are accounted for horrendous means.