Judge
Were I the on highest what should I do
Mankind is found retching into my stew
Driveling clusters of gobbledee goo
Incomes the horseman fortold unto you
Given the gavels by angels as judge
Beyond holy halls of pity or grudge
No need to hide or reason to fudge
Prophets say never to let evil budge
Big bank's begate banks to fat banks below
Waved giving favorites to this and that show
Each set a kiss with a heart shape and blow
Leading low lovers to life's undertow
Sudden to know of the truths in the pain
Beyond any pleading "I was simply insane"
Flow rushing forward reset a fresh reighn
Hammers my hammer the cadence of Cain
-Winquind-
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