Thus I have said:
"Take silver sword,
Of stars it's made,
Bring down the horde!
All screaming beasts,
Their mouths ajar,
Shall get the feast
Of blood's muar.
You will be jury,
Judge and hangman.
Your word will bury,
Look will sadden..."
"Please, spare me from it!
I don't want to!
On some high throne
to be asit...
And cry, not beeing able
To judge my own, poor self..."
©Dhoaras McDunnan
Justice
© Copyright: Торос Макданнан, 2005
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