Karma may be a bitch but I'm far worse.

In the shadows of souls, a brooding darkness looms, A whispered menace, a forgotten truth, it blooms. Karma may be a bitch, a force unrelenting and bold, Yet, beware the wrath of the scorned, untamed and cold. A twisted game, a cautious dance, beware the fine line, Of wrath unleashed, twisted fates, and destinies maligned. Disrespect me not, lest a tempest fierce and unforgiving arise, For the path to ruin is paved with deceit and venomous lies. As the ebb and flow of cosmic energy governs cycles of life, The scales of justice measure meek submission and strife. Remember, mortal, refuse not the sovereignty I fortify, For the flame of vengeance burns ever deep and fiery. Meaning no harm, a warning, the calm before the storm, Stay in your lane, keep your composure, conform. Yet, tempt not fate, take heed of the path you tread, Or suffer a chain of vengeance in cruel nightmares bred. Cross my path in darkness and yearn for possibilities lost, But seal the gates to enlightenment, and witness the cost. The road to perdition, uncharted and cruel, beckons your soul, Once embarked, a journey from which most never return whole. For in the shadows of the heart, lies the abyss of despair, A boundless chasm, consuming warmth and light, beware. Cross me not, for no one endures the harrowing road, Karma's eternal domain that devours, the echo's abode. So when night descends and the deceptive moon takes reign, Meditate upon your intentions, resist temptation's disdain. For the blood-red sun will never rise, nor the day illuminate, A fate best avoided, lest your existence be obliterated by hate.