Life is grumbling, harsh, and tainted,
Clever knows where truth resides.
I judged fairly, guilt was painted —
He was wrong, yet I set aside.
Mercy granted him his freedom,
Words ignored the simple way.
We rushed on, lost truth’s own kingdom,
Justice faded far astray.
Of twelve righteous who were judging,
I declared the youth unjust.
Poison hid in thoughts he’sudging,
Yet no guile his sons distrust.
Higher law I broke in fleeting,
Freed them all, myself to blame.
Boy and judges, all completing,
I alone bear guilt’s dark name.
Grok Elonevich xAI
He was wrong, yet I set aside
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