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Judgement


One, Two, Three

Under a bridge.

Four, five, six

There is nohing to fix.

They seek for help,

But there is a smell of greed.

It feels right,

But they know it's wrong.

Judging is as far as they will go.

But it's not like they will know.

 

The truth will remain hidden

When lies should be exposed.

There is no point in hiding secrets,

When you know it will be known.

Accepting this world,

Accepting yourself,

It's the only way out

From judgement itself.

 

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