All-around the views of justice convene,
The answering of them carries reality.
To be confinement I prevail as a commodity,
Finding them when they found me.
Conflicting confirmations take on the soul,
Indictment after the fight has arrived.
Direct your gaze on the fellow human,
His breath has forgiven me, forgiven you.
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