"He took me-" I let out the breath I've been holding.
"-He took my soul and crushed it, now I'm left with a limp of skin we call a body." I point at myself, and stop for a second.
"Go on." The judge gestures for me to continue.
"He took my smile and laugh, and left his to haunt me."
"He took my tears, and now I can hardly cry for help."
"He took my love, and left his with a dwelling hatred."
"He took me...all of me, and I'm left with nothing."
"And what do you have to say to that?" The judge questions the devil.
"I am sorry." He whispers, and looks at me.
The judge searches my eyes for a response and after a while, she lifts her gavel and looks at the both of us.
"After hearing what the both of you had to say, I with all power of being a judge to this case-"
She stops for a bit, "-declare that the devil himself is set to be.."
"Guilty."
and the gavel hits the table.
It wakes me up. It was only a dream.
Justice is a dream I dream of every night and day.
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What do you dream of every night and day?
