Good Man Undone

Time and again, 

I've been wronged.

Time and again, 

I've been exploited.

My pain, constantly being the 

object of someone else's pleasure.

Yet, I remained a silent spectator 

while my soul was gradually being 

sucked out of my body.

Time and again.

But I never retaliated 

because I had hope.

The hope that Karma would do 

the job it was entrusted to do.

That hope had kept me alive.

That hope was the reason I was 

still clinging to life even as I 

was drowning in a sea of torment 

that was hell-bent on devouring me.

I waited and waited for ages 

with that hope, until one day, 

the truth decided to show up.

I realized Karma was just another 

mirage that was always in sight 

but was never really there.

I knew it was time to take things

into my own hands and let Karma

watch the proceedings from a 

distance, just like always.

I'd gotten my hands dirty.

I'd had my soul stained.

I'd had the mark of the Devil 

imprinted into my essence.

But I managed to finish the things 

that Karma kept procrastinating. 

When the job was over and I 

looked into the mirror, I saw my 

reflection adorned with something 

I thought I'd never see.

A smile.

A smile that I thought was a 

myth just like the indifferent 

Gods who watched me suffer 

without ever batting an eye.

But I smile that had

graced me for real.

And when it did, I knew that 

I had done a good job.

If I had to do it all over 

again, I'd happily oblige.

Time and again.

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