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Woe for those who shout for anger 
Rumbling upon the fiery scene 
Drooling vengeance spits within 
Stinky Truth opens in awe and despair 

Mirror of Justice, who’s to be blame 
Poor am I but rich in desire 
Weak as called, bullied your Sire 
My heart is not iron enough to melt all my sighs. 

Tell me, who’s mouths should be sealed, 
Whose eyes should turn blind and ears in deaf? 
Whose actions should be censored and fired? 
Whose memories and judgment should we rely on? 

Pounds of objections and complaints have been laid 
Accuses and excuses are ready to crumple 
A group of bystanders is called to ponder 
Those in power truly proves their power 

What can I do Mirror of Justice? 
When weak I am to defend 
My intentions are not on the frequency 
Ears are built with own’s pride and views solely 

Whom can I trust and hold a plea? 
My longing rust for a slim chance to get flee 
My confidence rots when they blow heavily 
Am I destined to be crippled in such a way? 

My heart was cut, sliced, and bled endlessly 
Minced by the circumstances and pain within 
Pinched to its depth ‘til it snoozed out mercilessly 
Pail as it looks, shredded, squeezed until it’s called the end 

Does my echoing cry reach you, my Sire? 
My days are counted to what they desire. 
Can’t help to burst floods by my tears 
Rivers of aches truly need your divine spare 

Mirror of Justice, to when should I stare? 
No show of protection reflects in my situation 
How many tears should I cry out? 
To block my eyes and heart in such pain? 

Mirror of Justice, Show me 
To what extent I should carry? Enlighten me so I will agree 
If pain could be a better me, 
So, it be.

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