Ancient twisted karma since beginningless time
Nothing else arises to take its place two hands
Crumple a sheet of blank white paper for each crime
Is its own private hell but the first remains prime
Even as each grain slides along the glass the sands
Never lose their tempo since beginningless time
Tumble down the hourglass to the bottom a dime
Takes no time to drop down the coin slot if it lands
Wistfully on its side write down years for each crime
If I can't remember exactly the bells chime
Simply to make me think about how many strands
Twisted into a braid since beginningless time
Even her pony tail blackened with grease and grime
Describes little but fate tossed in a pot she stands
Kissed by karma actions up to date for each crime
Actions without desire fire silent as a mime
Repentance for mistakes made cover foreign lands
Mistakes happen ever since beginningless time
Ancient twisted karma limitless for each crime
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