The Judge

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What do you think of me
walking stylishly without a care
Eyes set on the price ready to slaughter
I will do anything to end this

A life of crime.

What do I think of you
Judging the world like it's maker
Nothing passes without an intent
what a dark thinker you are

Possessed by pride.

Why should you think of me
Focus on yourself for time burns
Every passing moment a chance to fly
I wouldn't border about you

For life awaits me.

I wonder about life
but only to cherish you and groom you
There is a saying that never fades
"leave the judgement to the judge".

For what do we know about justice?

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