In Justice

February 5, 2026

Kindness, compassion, peace, and love Clothes they wear, not oaths they swore Whispers of hope travel the aether but May be lies planted by the devil’s dove

Intuition is strong, but reality is at war Deceiving the deceivers from skies above Profoundly sick, lying to themselves Proudly self-righteous in a cozy alcove

Machiavelli lives, Saint Augustine is dead Justice is a whore with a treasure trove

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