Messages From Beyond

When you think it’s rather funny, and you wanna kill for money, please remember when your plan goes wrong.

It isn’t worth the rate, when you pile up all the hate, and karma gets you lost in the throng.

When you think it’s rather clever, To plot revenge as your endeavor, Just pause and ask, “What could go awry?”

For schemes that glitter like fool’s gold, Tend to crumble, truth be told, And leave you chasing pigeons in the sky.

When your tantrum hits the ceiling, And you lose all sense of feeling, Don’t forget, life’s a comedy of errors.

The fool who swung the blade, For some petty, fleeting trade, Often ends up facing far worse terrors.

So breathe, relax, and sip your tea, Let the madness simply be, For drama fades like footprints in the sand.

And those who burn the bridge with flair, Might find themselves mid-air, Clutching dreams that vanish from their hand.

In the end, it’s rather tragic, When you try to play with magic, Only to find the wand’s been switched with a broom.

So keep your scheming on the shelf, Laugh it off and love yourself, Or you’ll find your fate sealed in a courtroom.

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