AWAIT that justice on the far shore of mercy, you
DROVEs hungering for payment of the now.
MORAL pane, shattered, is the dark glass of the now, but
REEDY, bruised reeds, hoping, will see the face of justice.
ludic verbosity for the win
AWAIT that justice on the far shore of mercy, you
DROVEs hungering for payment of the now.
MORAL pane, shattered, is the dark glass of the now, but
REEDY, bruised reeds, hoping, will see the face of justice.