The Judge
Stoic and unfeeling
Raises his mallet
Down it comes
Crushing us all.
It falls like a guillotine
Echoing through the empty halls
Of my mind
Anger rises
But is quickly silenced
The case is closed.
Nothing
Can be done
Sentenced to life
On the ground.
Dec 16, 2013
Dec 16, 2013 at 7:50 PM UTC
The Judge
Stoic and unfeeling
Raises his mallet
Down it comes
Crushing us all.
It falls like a guillotine
Echoing through the empty halls
Of my mind
Anger rises
But is quickly silenced
The case is closed.
Nothing
Can be done
Sentenced to life
On the ground.
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