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Karma

*To pardon my French,

Karma is a *****

A ***** that

Does not exist.

 

People are never

Rewarded

For good deeds;

Good intentions.

They only suffer

More for them.

 

Not that

Anything I've done

Was for personal gain.

 

No.

I am poor.

I am content

To be poor.

 

My only longing

For monetary gain

Would be to

Support

The ones I love.

 

My goal in life

Is simple:

Love.

 

But,

Alas,

Karma is a *****

A ***** that

Does not exist.

 

Giving love

Gets hate

In return.

 

I could argue

That I have gained

More people to

Love,

But that is null.

It is never

Reciprocated.

 

So why do I love?

 

I cannot help it.

I'm wired that way.

 

No man,

No woman,

No tragedy,

No act of God

Can change that.

 

A man of true value

Remains true to the grave.

 

Karma is a *****

It should be put out of its misery.*

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May 3, 2010
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