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Slow Bullet Karma

Slow Bullet - Karma 

Ever wondered why things come back, 
Returning with such abject force 
And strange yet ominous impact? 
To gnaw and bite and even kill, 
Our ill conceived deeds though do, 
Appear yet to be constantly on trial, 
Often making so much trouble - in fact, 
It may be due to some elusive all pervasive contract, 
For which there is no apparent conscious denial, 
Nor any turning back from all that's wrong, 
Politicians, Billionaire Philanthropists.. 
And all the world's Medical traitors, 
The Liars humble cries tend to make a horrible song, 
Would seem practically impervious to, the rest of Earth's watchful haters, 
And any impending, well overdue would-be Trial.. 

But not for long, not for long 

Since we arrived here on this Earth, 
There's been an unwarranted 
stream of pleasure, 
Though there's also one of pain, 
Leaving, to return - for whatever it is worth, 
I cannot ignore this senseless measure, 
However futile yet though still, why we always sought such leisure, 
it seemingly appears that they, insisted, was it a preordained
'Avoiding' Karmic struggle resisted? 

We are forgetting each and every Birth, 
Why so unconscious are we then, in a naive form of camouflage,
Some common sense in deleting memories, 
Particularly those of previous enemies, 
Acceptance of minority in control, - and also sadly those in charge, 
Aberrated reasoning insists; that
it's not your brother,
But insist in that we must be allowed to speak and feel, but they repeated still.. 
over and over and over again
An unconscious encore of their enforced-karma to unconsciously kill, 
For what they were made to do to another..? 
All soldiers in their crafted wars end up with the souls of a murderer, 

A sort of
Slow Bullet Karma? 

What on earth might they get then, 
And what could they ever obtain, 
I'll tell you, it's not at all good, 
For this, it is you see their heinous evil 'Luche', 
Which is but only stolen, 
For their vampired parasite-lifeblood, 
Though if you actually don't know - 
You're really not to blame, 

..A death cult binding, cyclic soul pact. 
Have we otherwise then been tricked
Pain rejected, through devious sales pitch, 
And simple Pleasures then accepted, 
Should we care? 
Remember this what we do unto others, 
Of that, we will surely be 
the heir

The fateful rhyme and swansong of..a 

Slow - Bullet Karma


Kurt Hubbard-Beale 
April 2021
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