INJUSTICE
BEVELED LINES
IN THE SINK HOLES OF ONE'S SPIRIT
NO ONE DARES TRAVEL HERE
CAN IT BE THAT NONE ARE NEAR
ARE YOU THERE
DO YOU CARE
IF I TOO TURN FROM IT
AND IN SILENCE SIT
THIS TOO WILL WILL PASS
THIS NOXIOUS GAS
OF TOTAL INJUSTICE
IN THE SINK HOLES OF ONE'S SPIRIT
NO ONE DARES TRAVEL HERE
CAN IT BE THAT NONE ARE NEAR
ARE YOU THERE
DO YOU CARE
IF I TOO TURN FROM IT
AND IN SILENCE SIT
THIS TOO WILL WILL PASS
THIS NOXIOUS GAS
OF TOTAL INJUSTICE
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