I am one of those people
Who is standing in front of you
No reason showing you my gun
No faces
No jokes
Just me in my cloak
From head to toe
All in red
The beads of sweat roll down my head
Making my face a laughingstock
Of sinners who have recovered
Who have been there
Who has seen it
Watched it
Unfold before their eyes have ever opened
In justice do we really trust
The people who keep us safe
Who periodically seem to make us miserable from the lies they tell
The peoples' secrets they uncover
Making us unstable
And there is no room for misjudgment.
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