When you're grievously sick and dying of bitter emotions and thoughts, that hurt, they seek to inflict you
They will voluntarily seek your presence and follow you to all places you go, to keep you in mind
Watching and laughing at every moment you wail and weep
Rejoicing over their achievements, ills and pain they inflict day by day
But they must have forgotten, that the evil they relently do and practice, shall one day equally live after them
Calamity and retribution shall equally befall them
killing them more severely than they ever knew
Those same ills shall render them no rest and eat them, brutally, down to their own graves
A bitter shock to realize and witness, that of such, is a handful of them so called beloved ones
Woe to the ungodly! Salam!
©icharlos
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