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Justice

justice
ephemeral, passing
they crucified
an innocent man
why in this world
do we seek that which
maybe, perhaps is true
when beneath the shadows
snickers, jeers, the crowd
all together, happy
in a bloody fallen world
and we, those who trust...
nails and splintering crosses

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