When all are persecuted
What’s the point of good and bad
For all are guilty, all are wrong
When all are made out as villains
What’s the point of laws
For all have undeniably broken them
When all are wrongdoers,
What’s the point of justice
For all are denied it
In a world of cruelty
Where the innocent hang with the guilty
And an eye for an eye is the only believable law
Who’s left to win?
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