'' Will Come Back On You Thrice '' Poem by Bri Mar

When you sowed the seeds,
Of your evil deeds,
KARMA never entered your head,
On your negativity depravity feeds,
This very thought should fill you with dread.

For no good reason,
You've committed treason,
Your behaviour at the least was uncouth,
Libeling the innocent you thought was in season,
Now it's your turn to experience the truth.

Despite nefarious lies,
It will be no surprise,
When the gift of return comes calling,
Your pernicious intent you cannot disguise,
To the depths of hell you'll be falling.

There's no going back,
You will suffer the flak,
Your reward for inflicting such pain,
You'll know how it feels to be under attack,
It can and will drive you insane.

Revenge it is not,
It is nature's lot,
The rules of common decency you ignored,
For making the guiltless feel distraught,
It is future trouble you've stored.

All know you have lied,
The innocent you've decried,
For your malice you'll now pay the price,
Over chaos and misfortune you'll now preside,
Each evil deed,

‘' Will Come Back On You Thrice ‘'