Justice Served

Torment the forgotten
Why do we do this
Establish moral constructs
As I lay dying

Cruise through the apparent
Symbols of past days
How true you were
I’ll never beckon thee

Pumpkin on the porch light
Wind by tomorrow
Seven lies flourish
As we are emancipated

A fortuitous turn rises
In the misty valleys
Dump your soot on me
As cymbals crash

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