I'm back, and I'm black, and on the attack,
like a vigilante on all of you who hurt
and mistreat the less fortunate
through lies and hateful acts.
Don't you dare look down upon thee.
For I look down upon you as I strike
you with all things bad of life's mishaps
that you could ever have.
The same ones you pushed down,
lied upon and stepped all over,
are the ones in time you may need.
As i feed my need of lust and desire
for your misfortunes, I recycle others
misfortunes and stow them upon you.
But only ten times worse.
The ones you often laughed at when they
cried, as their hearts turned to mere liquid,
and fell into a cup, that you poured on the
ground in the filthy dirt to dry.
Are some of the same ones you come to
for comfort as your heart turns to liquid and
you ask yourself why.
I indulge myself in the fact of feeding on
your life's tragedies and watch as you
crawl in a corner fetal position and
drown in slumber.
So I ask of you, hey my friend why are you
drowning in life's slumber.
Oh how rude of me, let me introduce myself.
For I am a entity no God of misery
only disguising myself to
be known as Bad Karma