I hate this way
See or take the bow of verdict.
Pending made delay.
Man or beast
She has gone.
Soil consumed her broken ribs
Raped womb
Death of the flower
Roots were pulled.
Life is madness.
I hate this way
Words were against the impartiality.
Benevolence was NOT done.
JUSTICE NOT SERVED.
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