You think you can escape it. You think you can silence it, bury it, destroy it. But karma… karma does not die. No matter how many times you strike it down, no matter how many masks you wear, no matter how loud you scream that it isn’t coming for you—it waits. Patient. Relentless. Inevitable.

You call me a monster? Perhaps. But I am only the mirror. I reflect the cruelty you thought was hidden, the injustice you believed would vanish. And karma… karma watches. It learns. It remembers. Every betrayal, every lie, every act of violence, every smile you faked while stabbing someone in the back—it never forgets.

Those who cheat, thinking they are clever, will find themselves caught in the web they wove. Those who lie, believing no one will notice, will have their own deception turn against them. Those who betray trust, assuming power protects them, will discover that power is fleeting, and trust, once broken, can never be restored.

You think you can get rid of it? You try to erase the consequences of your actions, thinking time will heal, thinking influence will protect you. But karma is not something you negotiate with. It does not plead, it does not tire. It is the shadow behind your every step, the frost in the corners of your life, the quiet voice that whispers—this is what you made.

Do you remember the ones who bullied without mercy? Who laughed as others suffered, thinking themselves untouchable? They woke one day to find the world had shifted. The tables had turned. And the very cruelty they spread like wildfire returned to burn them in ways they never anticipated. That is the law of the world: you reap what you sow.

The lesson is simple, yet often ignored. Greed will only lead to emptiness. Deceit will only chain you to lies. Vanity will only blind you until it becomes your own cage. And betrayal… betrayal, above all, comes back dressed as misfortune, humiliation, or loss. There is no escape, no loophole, no pardon.

Do not be comforted by temporary victories. Do not believe that darkness can protect you, for light always finds a way to pierce. And do not forget—no matter how many times you **** it, no matter how many times you try to erase it… karma does not die.

Those who harm others in the name of survival often find themselves alone when their allies vanish. Those who manipulate, thinking they are untouchable, often see their own lies consume them. Those who ignore pain, believing they are strong, often discover that the cruelty they inflicted returns tenfold, and they are powerless to stop it.

Justice is not always immediate. Sometimes it is slow, patient, cunning. Like water, it seeps through the cracks of arrogance, erodes pride, and finally exposes the truth. The world has a memory, and it will remind you, with precision, of everything you thought you could hide.

Those who laugh at suffering will one day cry alone. Those who betray love will one day face betrayal. Those who betray friendship, assuming loyalty is free, will learn that loyalty cannot exist where deceit is sown. Every act returns, every wrong is repaid, every crime finds its mirror.

Do not mistake inaction for mercy. Do not mistake silence for ignorance. Karma waits, observing. It watches the lies, the schemes, the betrayals, the selfishness. And when the time is right, it will speak. It will act. It will remind you of every choice, every misstep, every cruelty you believed was forgotten.

Even those who believe themselves righteous are not spared. Hypocrisy is a seed that grows quietly, unseen, until it bursts into a storm that no one can ignore. Every judgment you pass, every condemnation you deliver, every smile you force while pointing fingers—it all returns.

You may try to **** it, you may try to escape it, you may try to convince yourself that consequences are for the weak. But karma is eternal. It is patient. It is cold. And it does not forgive. It does not forget. It does not die.

So go ahead. Hurt, cheat, betray, destroy. Watch others fall and think yourself untouchable. Watch the innocent suffer and believe it is safe. But remember this: the world has a memory. And even if you bury karma under mountains of lies, it will rise again. Not as mercy, not as forgiveness, but as justice… as the reflection of everything you tried to hide.

Every choice, every action, every cruelty—they are seeds. And seeds grow. Sometimes into flowers, sometimes into weeds. Sometimes into storms that wash away everything you thought was permanent. Your life, your comfort, your power—they are all temporary. But the consequences? They endure. They persist. They wait.

Do not look for pity. Do not look for loopholes. Do not look for excuses. You are bound to the choices you make. You are bound to the truths you ignore. You are bound to the pain you cause. And when the reckoning comes, as it always does, it will leave nothing behind but truth, justice, and the cold, relentless shadow of karma.

Remember me, if you will. I am the quiet voice in the back of your mind, the shadow that watches when you think no one is looking, the whisper that asks—do you remember what you did? Because the world remembers. And the world never forgets. And even if you try to destroy it, even if you **** it a thousand times, karma… does not die.