Not but everyone,
Has to pay for their deeds.
In the city of lost soul,
Where they planted the seeds.
Whatever shit you do?
It will always come back for you.
Every deed that you do now,
Will strike back at you.
Be careful of your work
Your deeds are very dark.
And darkness is afraid of light,
He who falls in it never loses his sight.
As you sow, so you reap,
The filth in your mind is very deep.
Everyone pays for their sins,
Late or not, karma always wins.
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PoetryThis is a book entitled for all my poems to be found in a single point in time.
