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The infraction of mayhem stood resilient as it was tried for the many crimes the jurors had, ultimately, blamed on rage.
The reaction went, as expected, and mayhem worried, "Is this what happens when madness is forced to live in solitude as a cage?"
This intimidation failed as the audience whispered to their friends and the strange stranger to their right.
The judge then demanded, "Do you actually believe justice will ever consider the maliciousness of your cause and the self-righteous nature of your fight?"
The onlookers stood addled as those whom deliberated volleyed their paradoxical opinions and possibilities of what could happen following their final rule.
One of the strange strangers wailed wildly, "We may not know your politics yet the laws which govern our humanity will forever render you the fool."
The plaintiff then rested and his smirk fell heavy while he pushed himself deep and deeper into his standard black leather seat.
Surprisingly, his defender now speculated, "I can't help but think, and feel, you embrace this punishment, and it's finality, as though it were, in some way, actually a welcomed treat."
Silence held them captive while the prosecution soon insisted all evidences are to be allowed in spite of a very tired law.
Solemnly, the judge replied, "Our declaration must, regrettably, remain impartial and this very circumstance will, obviously, capitalize on this very bias and this very basic flaw."
The jurors now returned while mayhem's fixation purposefully stalked those whom had been damaged and, not surprisingly, those whom dared to stare.
One juror had veritably conceded, "I must first apologize for this very verdict as I have seen, first hand, it is the universal cost of playing an unfair game as fair."
Sadness overwhelmed the majority as the audience slowly filtered away from an unjust system which had, ultimately, permitted the criminal to live AND to live as freed 
When questioned how he felt the mayhem laughed manically, "I have many times said I am nothing more then your friend and your enemy and I too bleed the same crimson all of you will bleed."
The mayhem hurried off now, guarded by enforcers whom, however reluctantly, secured his primitive rights while disgusted by a decision even the judging judge had judged as wrong. 
Another strange stranger had questioned everything, "Can you please explain what is to happen now taking into account morale no longer has a purpose or a meaning or even a reason to belong?"
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