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Tell me, brother of mine,
How many rules has
This world broken
How many secrets does it keep
Some so heavy they sink
To the bottom of the ocean
Like a million stones

Why are those stones left unturned
Washed away by the current
And in their place
Smaller secrets rise,
Lighter than feathers,
To the surface
Where unfair judgment
Awaits their return

— The End —