“You will get what you deserve. Evil deeds greed and lies”

Beneath the velvet veil of night,  
Where whispered secrets ride the breeze,  
The world recalls each wrong and right—  
The smallest theft, the grandest pleas.  

Greed’s cold hands may clutch at wealth,  
And lies may slither, shining bright,  
But justice treads on certain stealth,  
With patient step and steady sight.  

The miser, counting tarnished gold,  
Finds hollow echoes fill his chest;  
The weaver of deceit, when old,  
Unravels all he once professed.  

For every seed of evil sown  
A bitter fruit will surely grow;  
You reap, unmasked and all alone,  
The harvest born of what you sow.  

So walk with kindness through your days—  
Let honesty and love be heard;  
For though the world resists or sways,  
It always keeps your final word.

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