'' When Each Threat Comes Back On You Thrice '' Poem by Bri Mar

A stick or a stone,
May well break a bone,
But the coward's the one who makes threats,
It has been shown,
Disrespect the unknown,
Your bullying will bring you the regrets.

Thetrolls,
Give invisible calls,
From reality they do tend to hide,
They hide behind walls,
For they don't have the balls,
To meet up, face to face outside.

They talk a good fight,
But they don't have the might,
To threaten you one on one,
They know it's not right,
But they keep out of sight,
Expose them, they know they are done,

Do make it clear,
You will not feel fear,
These cretins believe they're supreme,
They live to smear,
Being so insincere,
In truth is their nightmarish dream.

If what you seek,
Is to be part of their clique,
Be prepared for some factual reactions,
You're not only meek,
It proves you are weak,
There's a price to pay for your actions.

Though you say you don't care,
Let me make you aware,
Though you love to see chaos ensue,
As a Warlock I'll share,
You need to beware,
For Karma is coming for you.

This is fact not fake,
For each threat you make,
Believe me you will pay the price,
You have made a mistake,
It's you who will quake,

‘' When Each Threat Comes Back On You, Thrice ‘'