The poem “Tilted Scales” was inspired by a series of Tumblr postings, culminating in a work about outcomes of power.
Blessed are curses as a path to the riches in aftermath before the bell tones at last denying more while giving less embraced by fools counting sins there aren’t enough to contend when the darkness felt within consumes fair judgment for all men the only saints that remain are disguised in full regret for the beasts that contrive to enslave their lesser kind animals that only know troubles delivered by the gods damnation sourced in mercy’s place blessings lost on tilted scales.
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