They look at them and say its him

The man is off he holds the fault

The case he pleads carries with few

They listen to them he can’t win

They convey the man without a thought 

The man need only truth from time

The wrongs of his are for grieving 

They ignore the man left out to rot

A judge they say at the last breath 

Will allow him to hold some value

Will cast doubt on the turned head

A judge won’t show mans end is death



◄ Wasted

Distracted ►


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