All here
All present
Present in my parlement of injustice
The injustice of cause without truth
and voice without name
sound and no puprpose
freedom without power
thoughts without meaning
gather here
in my heart
no the mind
blames not the soul
only the heart
behind the fortress of ice
see the stoic watcher
under the ice the frozen over naivete
lies a red heart
beating still
through the pain
harshly with empty passion
piosoned with paranoia
developed by ideals
persicuted
logic denied
the evangelical sward
cut its curiosity
and the anguished wound
raged under the
salty sting
added
indignance
dignaty and selfworth
stolen
insult to injury
so deep inside
it was hidden
In my Parlement of Injustice
 
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