Pensamientos: Justice

Sun rises behind dark clouds, not a clue what may come,
Forest gives shelter to tragedy. The dice is loaded the damage done.

The Knife cuts your neck… at least sets you free,
No life behind bars suffering. There’s no freedom indeed.

Cold blooded angel shed no tears, but painful fate brings,
Trees silently stare at the killer and a wounded little bird sings.

Falling down the muddy well, your justice will come,
Will come many years then, ‘till your flesh drop the bone.

Sun sets behind orange clouds while the wind gently whisper,
No one misses you, no one will cry the job done by the reaper.

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