To all the evil out there,
I forbid you to speak,
against the sorrowful,
and the weak.
It is quite wrong
And also unjust,
and probably why,
you haven't anyone's trust.
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I go for what's right,
And you are what's wrong
—I'm unaffected by your tears.
Surely you'll understand I only do this
Because I've been hurting all these years.
...
Ah, yes, you may have compelled me to admit
That I too have even sinned.
But to fight is what I do—
Much like a sailboat against the wind.
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