Justifiable

GraveyardTurn it. Turn the knife

Till its screaming. Stop.

Broken skin. Warm blood.

Never going to wake up.

 

Where are your scales?

How do your weights feels?

What are we seeing here?

Why’s the blindfold on me?

 

Bring back the ‘saviours’

They’re always ‘right’

They’ll make the world better

One death at a time

 

Mourning has broken

Vengeance has called

Sympathy is waving

Fear is stalled

 

Justice

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