• Justice
    The blind guardian wielding
    The sword of absolutionism
    Wrathful of those against her
    Cold towards her dealings
    Never seeing
    For if she untied the blindfold
    And let her eyes free
    For she may go completely
    Insane

    And ruin that perfect halo
    Made complete with ignorance

    Perfectly hovering over
    Saying
    You are right
    They are better dead

    She is beyond perfect
    In her lies the need for balance
    Weighing the feather and the stone