Black and white passages are carried
By winds of change that are distinct.
The scribbling on the wall is about
The wind that delivers its scariness,
By the chambers of disregard and ugliness.
This wall creates a muttering of the walking,
The scary just wall is about the courts,
It composes the mind with justice and ugliness.
The criminals are the factors of the heights,
The height of the building is upon us.
In my journal of light is a justice, a jousting
Session of the chambers in the past;
The judge arrived, the judgement is joining
My hands with their hands, as the wall
Surrounds me with its full authority.
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