Adryan Rotica

Your Time Is Going To Come - Poem by Adryan Rotica

Your karma is gathering
like the infected pus
at the head of an angry pimple.

Just the sound of your name
reverberates backs to haunch
in abomination of Your character
who is hacking up blood and phlegm
on the lips of a T.B. sufferer.

Your existance, spews a venemous slime
that balances ''Greed'' on the pin tip
of the lives invested in, ''YOU''.

Money, is at the helm of your Hell
because with all your riches
you can not have happiness
when you steal it away from others.

So bellow in the idea that
as your empire crumbles
and ''People Know''.

(dedicated to my Landlord T.S.)

Copyright ©2010

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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 23, 2010

Poem Edited: Monday, April 26, 2010

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