CHAPTER 6

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XXXI

One dull room, one door,

four gray walls,

And one reflection

that deceives.

And where only

two voices brawls,

When truth and lies

heats up and heaves.


XXXII

And one by one

young people came,

One by one

they sat on the chair.

The stories

were all just the same.

Not guilty

is what they declare.


XXXIII

The Paragon

observed them first,

Silently,

from the other side.

By then the door

will open burst,

Once that her eyes

are satisfied.


XXXIV

Around the table

she would walk,

Maybe once, twice

or three more times.

Then finally

she starts to talk,

And question them

about the crime.


XXXV

It's not true,

the light doesn't swing,

And there is enough room

to breathe.

So they would know

if you're lying.

Or you have

nothing in your sleeve.


XXXVI

All four was done

and she reviewed,

Everything that

was caught on tape.

For as of now

she can't conclude,

As the first

saved recording played. 

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