You reap what you sow. What goes around comes around.
Stiff upper lip. Circling the ground with one foot out.
A line drawn in the sand to show the line you crossed
Are you ready to pay the cost of your vanity deeds?
Breathless at what doubled down and back where calamity breeds.
Oh no. Is this it? Am I a charmer for the karma which seeks me out?
Never thought it would find its way back to me actually.
I planted the seed and now it’s growing and coming of age.
The bigger person you thought you were is in for a world of rage.
Dishonor before death. Karma always comes back heavy moving steady…
Be ready…
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Joe Patterson
Hi I'm Joe Patterson. I am a writer at heart who is a big geek for film, music, and literature, which have all inspired me to be a writer. I rap, write stories both short and long, and I'm also aspiring to be an author and a filmmaker.
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