Those who have me, want me more,
Those who want me don't have,
I make the friends foes,
I make injustice justice.
I am loved by all,
I bring value to the valueless,
I make the kind the cruel,
I make the virtues the vices.
I am wanted by all,
I spoil the minds of the people,
I make saints sinners,
I make the Justice injustice.
If you try to embrace me, I will fly way;
Because I am your beloved enemy.
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