you think yourself
Karma's vessel
her honored servant
her right hand
you think yourself
righteous
but you come off
entitled
your pillars
soon will
crumble
into sand
misplaced malice
misguided mind
miscreant mentality
delusional eyes
looking in a fogged mirror
seeing what you
so strongly believe is there
you think yourself
Karma's courier
swift deliverance
but your tongue stings
and your cold stares
freeze without reason
but you are
merely the jester
your only real service
being that of entertainment
you think yourself
righteous
but you are nothing
more than a fool
with a world of growing up left to do
Feb 6, 2014
Feb 6, 2014 at 11:03 PM UTC
you think yourself
Karma's vessel
her honored servant
her right hand
you think yourself
righteous
but you come off
entitled
your pillars
soon will
crumble
into sand
misplaced malice
misguided mind
miscreant mentality
delusional eyes
looking in a fogged mirror
seeing what you
so strongly believe is there
you think yourself
Karma's courier
swift deliverance
but your tongue stings
and your cold stares
freeze without reason
but you are
merely the jester
your only real service
being that of entertainment
you think yourself
righteous
but you are nothing
more than a fool
with a world of growing up left to do
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