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Justice To Be Served


People may imagine my dream job as grotesque,

But I preceive the other side,

The curiosity of the crime scene,

pumps adrenaline through my psyche.

 

I, of course, talk of criminal illness,

of the heart and soul and mind,

something assisted by psyciatry,

though not always can it remedy.

 

Can you truly mend what hinders?

inside these ailing psycotic minds?

with the simple art of deduction,

my mind races through the confirmations left behind.

 

The families left in grieveing,

I leave scouring every source,

determined to bring light upon the kindred,

and hope to those left dispairing.

 

I will unearth this entire region,

If that is what it takes,

to find and and examine what others cannot see,

and to put a creature in his detaining place. 

 

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