Each Call For Justice Wanting To Atone

Put in the wrong hands, we might as well write our short premature obituaries many don't have the power—apatite Who can we trust as our emissaries? Enemies of battle are troubled to slay, What is feasible, and what can't be sustained? The evolvement of ego is swordplay, always knowing what is or isn't ordained. Pawns are we not moved on the field of war? Dispensing judgements without solid grounds valuing one thing above another - norm undoubtedly, it's all brainwashing sounds the ammo of tongues letting off six rounds failing—always to value—equally all not trying to stand out amongst the crowds, not trying to break the law, that protocol Rank and file, yet demonise all they say, players' actors on the stage of right and wrong, the blind leading the blind—don't all betray: all-receive; count the same 13 tiles of Mahjong, doubling opponents with each crushing blow, each call for justice wanting to atone Is righteousness shouting, He/she's cocksure? I'm right. You're wrong—it's time to be dethroned.