Twisted, slipped, turned upside down
You changed the game, pick up the crown
Your masterpiece is truly art
Hold the globe, the world is yours
But I tell you something, hide the corps
One day it all comes back around
I don't believe in karma but now
I know there's justice and it will be served
You may not shiver but you're being observed
Everything is written down, every word
Back biting, lying, curse
Every little thing unheard
I'm sitting here and sipping tea
Waiting for the day so patiently.
-Gen Y Writer
