Pain waves

And when you think you got off scott
The future catches up with the past
Your sins turned upon you at last
Tenfold by the future generations.
The new wave will have washed away
Any reminisce of what you had to say.
So as you choose , choose well
Because those you spited
With the next wave will be righted
The next wave of the plighted
Will have their day
And your future wave
will be washed away
Either you or your future kin
Stop storing up pain in your waves
Because you will be the one
who end up the slaves.