Karma is self completing, the moment,

You complete the action, the karma,

Is already, coming back to you,

Vengeance is always satisfied,

The next life, the next life,

The tip, inside this little girl, your father,

Is looking down at you, watching,

As you insert in and out, and he wonders,

How will I fuck this little boy?

The tale has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the violation.

Take everything from him, deprive him of all he loves, maybe,

Depending, on how much, this little girl,

Loves her daddy, karma is self completing,

The result, is decided, within the action,

Weaving in, weaving out, connecting,

Everything measured, your rage, your disgust,

Your jealousy, your desire to be loved,

The mother who, wishes nothing but the best,

For her child, is willing to sell herself,

To provide for him, when she was,

Previously, vehemently, against something so vile,

But for the good that is her love, she sells herself,

Karma is self completing, someone, so beautiful, so holy,

Willing to be fucked, by a train of guys, so dirty,

To be degraded, she’s counting them,

I beat you, I beat you, you wanted me first,

Karma, everything measured, deciding the journey,

I don’t know, why I’m trying to explain it,

There are multiple layers, like trying to explain the fabric,

Of the universe, deciding truth’s place,

On the hierarchy, love’s place, is it above me?

Sorry for the attempt, I’ll stick to being nasty.