Karma catch me if you can
Blind you I laugh at ease
Fallen at your feet hundreds of moments
I see me shine brighter each time
Swallow your pride am all the way up

To the wicked eaten by suicide
Karma miss *****
With no lane to walk
Have your own ways rather than clown others living
Jealousy hugs you tight
For you sleep around other people's business
You nose addicted to what ain't yours to care
Balance your own failure

Life is that you
The usual suspect when things go wrong
So mean to many in robbing them
If only you could give so much joy like the way you assemble problems in people's households
For you breed more trouble than benefit

If we had a chance to chance you
You wouldn't survive mob justice
At your pledge you take and break regardless strong or weak as you have no record of hurt. You hurt one as many times as you love a game you have mastered
But see we know God who made you and we are brewing armies against you

So pathetic with no drop of kindness
Watching over every living with jealousy on each step they make
You can never wish them peace but pain alone
To heal with you
We born victors and our purpose is winning
Take pride in shame for when the chariot of glory picks us we shall leave you ahide

Desiring to encounter
What one can't afford, can track yet can't have
The illusions of a day dreamer
One with hopes so high with low resonance and space for creativity

Look at the bunch
A whole lot of fish without sense to catch none
Burning amidst tantrums of impossibilities
Try to hunt what he won't **** over what will **** him

Swallowing pride of a sword yet it carries cuts down your throat
Immunized with trouble and a sense of failure
He who finds reasoning catches wisdom as mr gathers a swarm temptations over reality
Unscrews a stolen package only to boom oneself
Shading dark colors expecting rays of a rainbow

He and disaster are related
Such a brave coward over what does not matter and a hero on unnegotiable fails
Can only be traced and trucked with the past and no cause to show over the future
Hey looser, calm your horn of day dreaming
Pinch and bite Alittle easy to swallow than suffocate over the range of eyesight

They that went
Slain by death
All created wait for their day to fall
Returning to dust, Gods own making
For in life there is death as every beginning has an end

Like the tree bears leaves without knowledge starts to loose its leaves
So are our numbered days to shine on earth

No one wants to return to the maker, the struggle hits different
Before succumbing to Gods call we leap for air
To sip on the breathe for another moment
For when the day is due neither tear nor joy can't stop the chariot that comes to pick you

The ones you love go before you just to remind you of your journey
And as you are loved to many that you too will leave

A clap of the living
The silence of the dead

My people dead
Down the grave they lay
Awimawee.... Down the ground
Beautiful, short and tall alike. Clothed or naked no more

Am I to miss you on top of the prayers I may
Or do I cry and make tantrums over memories

But if we must die,we die dead not alive
Dead in body not dead in mind of the living
Not dead in moral and inhumanity
Dead in I forgiveness and buried hopeless
Dressed in witches yet sit at the high table in the church of the Lord
My people dead
They want me dead too, to which I strive to live
Their body live though gone sooner than grave' call

How was rain made
Something that falls free from the sky
Carrying weight when dropping yet fast and sweat
The liquid that runs through air
Gathering water by formation of drops

The drops from the clouds
The fear neither lightening nor thunder
Strives with anger and splashes into disappearance
The food to the soil quenching thirst of the plants
Leaves the sky dry and makes the land wet

We hunger over it when it shines and cry when it floods
It's always wet when it arrives making the surrounding dark and cold yet its absentia drips shinning with massive light
Could he be the king of darkness
As he makes day turn to night in a blink of an eye
Rain is a mother as it quickens growth of things it comes to touch with

I was thrown to the dogs eaten with no return
A sinner like none ever liked

Me holding a crown of tumblers and foulers
Al, eyes on me the assist gods judging me
To them their faulty eyes posses blindness

Abandoned, isolated with a license of confidence and grace of triumph
Take me by the leg for my hands are cuffed
All looks in vain and aside
Forget not my mind is free and so is my future

I woke up dead
In the midst of breathing
Walked past the morning dived into scorching of the day
Blind with folds dressed with humor

The man the day is was so bold dressed in a skirt with a stripped tie
The boots so huge that I lost a month in an hour
Feels like a wasted future in a breathe of a minute
Am I to give up
What a deep sigh
Ugly as a dream a true reality

The day it was
I kissed the frog
So bitter and so poisoned
Hours rolling slower than a snail
The day failing to pass and misery toppling over my hope
The day ***** me and I fell into comma
Yes there is tomorrow but today I am dumbed and pregnant with sorry

If it must change
And yes it will
But the damage immense
The cry won't help, the sun will rise and then I will kiss a brighter day