This one from a couple months ago I think which I did not touch up in any way just left raw.
Spartan was a wicked task Full unmasked the evil presence Violence against a brother rewarded Quick the silencer will reap For no value kills another Yet the process lumbers on In the wood and city streets Another victim preyed upon How shall we make amends? By the precepts of His laws? The balance greater drifting onward Sees the shifting of relief One cannot help but cry aloud For violence continues to this day So when you see a fallen one Ask what price demanded Him to pay? So Baltimore the place of honor Chicago maims not far behind "To each his own" the saying goes Some recompense repaid each time
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