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:: Amelia's Staff

Gavel and scales.


An eye who sees the truth, prevails the true,
An ear who hears the lies, punish deceit,
A nose that sniffed the wrong, knows what to do,
A hand that felt the crime, shouldn't be neat.

In a courtroom of judgement and sentence,
Tolerance to misdeeds must not exist.
To those who are free, with independence—
One shall not abuse it, nor show closed fist.

These verdicts and justice, gavel and scales,
Must not feign ignorance, turn a blind eye—
For those outrage that one follows and tails,
If it's not prison that waits, life can die.

Walk with cuffs in this aisle isn't the dream,
But rather free innocence and see beam.

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