Judgement

A mangled fence Sits upon a decorated land Held together with nothing more Than, twigs and wire Rusty nails and screws But as you look upon The house that sits within The fence you are bound Its protection to the house Was non-existent, The inside the house was a death trap With few floors, and shallow walls Cold that seeps through the cracks For inside the house stood an antique Worth many times its protection For inside this house stood a spirit deprived