Karma

I don't believe in evil that's a lazy frame
A word men use to dodge the weight of blame
No devils in the details, just decisions made
The hand that held the knife don't get to call it fate

But good? I've seen it. Quiet. Unannounced.
In the mother working doubles, every ounce
Poured into a future she won't live to see
That's the only scripture that makes sense to me

Evil is a costume, something worn then shed
A story told by cowards when the deed is dead
But karma, karma keeps receipts in stone
Writes your name in ledgers you will never own

I've watched the liars build their kingdoms high
Glass and mirrors, nothing real inside
They smile like they've beaten something sacred, true
Not knowing karma's patient and she's watching too

Thieves don't just take objects, understand the cost
They steal the hours, steal the sleep, steal trust
Peel the sense of safety off the bone
Leave you locked inside a house that's not a home

And they think the getting is the end of it
That the wound they carved will simply close and sit
But karma doesn't heal she calculates
Measures out the suffering and waits

See, I don't need a hell beneath the ground
The reckoning is quieter, more profound
It's the moment when the lie becomes your skin
When you can't remember where the truth had been

It's your children learning what you really are
It's the distance in their eyes, that silent scar
No fire, no brimstone, nothing biblical
Just the slow erosion of the things you stole

So keep your evil, keep your horns and tails
I believe in something simpler, something that never fails
The good that persists when no one is looking
And the debt that comes due for everything you're taking

Karma isn't vengeance dressed in holy clothes
She's just the balance that the universe chose
And she's coming not with fury, not with sound
Just the quiet certainty of what goes around

I've seen liars choke on their own alibis
Watched thieves inherit only hollow lives
The take was temporary, but the toll stays permanent
Karma writes in ink, and every word is meant

So I don't need to chase you, don't need to raise my hand
I just need to wait and let the ledger stand
You'll meet yourself eventually, alone and bare
And karma will be sitting in the only other chair.

Karma, the debt that is paid
forever I'll watch and know the long, evil way you paved
while the end comes quick,
I smile back at you and grinning, and wave.