Abrupt Justice

Find xanthium' squeeze in a sigh asking a righteous void, hear my entreat hand to heart, in a beggar's sky not just for myself, not just for why... Can a heart devoid of hope seek to find salvation from a Quentin Tarantino film in a strange pulp voice that sounded just like mine. Your sin, my sins vowed never relent.. nor let cementing cold take you so don't despair.. Place two fingers, just beside your neck feel it pulse? it's you, and you still care. Search the world's underbelly the meek and mild little mouse infirm, the whooping crane strong, all us no longer beguiled. Roaming streets and back alleys afraid to meet my neighbor's eye I, the guilty waiting a just reply. It's a quarter past two, last train leaves at three.. the sign at the platform's final end stands glaring, waiting a reprieve. A proud primping Whooping crane calls out 'it's justice'.. All a lowly titmouse discerns, 'it's just us'.