I feel calm when I see my enemies in pain
What better pleasure this world can offer
Silently watching them go into oblivion
I am centered, it is music to my ear
The flesh of their filthy bodies slowly discomposes
They turn to a sad history that no one remembers
I embrace this involuntary sick joy among the living
What better accomplishment, what better feeling is there?
My invisible smile among the ignorant crowd is shining
what better gift is the sound of them tortured in the hereafter?
Life brings its beautiful smile, my dreams are alive again
Stars shine, a therapeutic rain washing away all my pain
What better way to punish their ignorance
To see them become the beggar?
What better scene is the universe's persistence
to see karma do them better?
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