claws and teeth pulling apart
circular walls of raging eyes
Cries of help are soundless
Because of slitted throat
Left for dead in this dark place
An owl I became, shrieking the night
Bathing in the rain, in the mud, in my blood
Bones are crushed and flesh is shredded
make them pay
for what they've done
judges are injust
and justice are knifes
make them all pay
for what they've done
judges are injust
and justice is Dead
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