Karmic Theives

In shadows dwell the karmic thieves,
They siphon hope like fallen leaves.
With smiles that charm, they draw you near,
Whispering doubts, instilling fear.

They steal your light to feed their need,
On your bright soul, these vampires feed.
From lover’s arms, they take what’s yours,
Swapping fates behind closed doors.

Destiny dances in their grip,
As they through others’ dreams do slip.
With stolen strength, they woo and sway,
Trading paths, they lead astray.

But guard your spirit, hold it tight,
In love’s pure glow, reclaim your light.
Set firm your boundaries, heed the call,
Break free, and rise above it all.

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