What we need
Is a little bit of forgiveness.
We need to not get so hot
Over everything done to us.
The wicked, with their Vengeance
Seek out the letter of the law
To execute blind justice.
Little do they know their own sins.
We as a civilization will,
Instead of cover up,
Expose one another,
Try to throw one another to the dogs.
They lurk, to uncover all men’s skirts.
Up the skirt, the kiln, they look
To see the beauty, the filth
The crust of dirty deeds.
All men want their justice…
They want to feel entitled to
Their enemies’ reward.
So when justice is executed
They cannot see it.
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