Karma


A city blinded by it's wealth and illusionary pride
Builds an empire of glass and concrete side by side,
Sooner or later it will all crash and burn
Nothing to behold, no legacy to be told.

Wake up before it's a little too late
Flashing lights will turn into grave darkness of Hell
God can't save you now as you due your fate,
Corpses of city builders will curse you Avichi
A lifetime of misery and suffering after death.

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