\ My Canto \
/ Please Judge /
It is left for me to judge this motley mass
of reprobates and simpletons
to mete out the punishments befitting
their acts of misogyny and inhumanity
invariably death, or other such brutal acts of its class
in the tall grasses, in the boglands, the mire
only judgement can validate the depth of experience
the tangibility of confession allows
depravity to take root, later bloom
to flourish through the eyes of others
and what would be purer than a moment of violent retribution
or the kindness of misanthropes
and it is ever the case that
my glass house is immovable.
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