Category : Poems

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A fool I am made 
By your surprise 
Day in and day out
You must have planned 
Evil of such despise 
The victim had no idea
On and on you play your game
Taking no care of those you despaired
So it seems you win again 
But soon karma will bend its card
And you will know
All wrong is made right
By the torment of self inflictions