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The gavel strikes on stated bail

I can never make.

I have journeyed through blindness,

through hysteria and now here.

Recalled to mind a nightmare.

Restated with a drone as dour as cursing,

now knowing I have been chased from life

for vengence gained at bitter ends.

Through question periods my future

bears my right hand man begging.

Crown orators scheme and the

novel nippers, the omnipresent probes

with social eagle eyes

scratch with public hands.

Their chairs full by habit -

unjustified queers

always flourishing their fame, their

stories stolen from

victims trapped in jurisprudence.

A man's fire they write his blood

sharing there his life.

A bloody sister's screaming horror;

you brother-in-law -

your guilty anger brought to final rest.