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Justice sleeps with me every night We wake but it lingers in bed Not a care or worry to start the day Not when there are murderers And killers getting their way What’s the point of getting up? Even if I did drag it out of bed I’d never use it, no one does Corruption is easier Like eating with your hands It's easier than using a fork We’ll wind up using it as a weapon anyway So, I’ll let Justice sleep in It’ll be waiting for me with a fancy cocktail Waiting to dish, spill the tea To hear of all the atrocities that came to mind Without them being carried out What a delight!
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
Justice
Justice sleeps with me every night We wake but it lingers in bed Not a care or worry to start the day Not when there are murderers And killers getting their way What’s the point of getting up? Even if I did drag it out of bed I’d never use it, no one does Corruption is easier Like eating with your hands It's easier than using a fork We’ll wind up using it as a weapon anyway So, I’ll let Justice sleep in It’ll be waiting for me with a fancy cocktail Waiting to dish, spill the tea To hear of all the atrocities that came to mind Without them being carried out What a delight!
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Apr 21
Apr 21, 2026 at 2:11 AM UTC
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