cold judges of the dark hold sessions in courts of angst throughout the night each advocate eking confessions that fester in the mornings light where human flaws and agitation are magnified by night starvation and each day brings a fresh black hole to quietly devour the soul but don't apologise for living find comfort in the prosaic sense of life that's lived in present tense no epitaphs in mitigation for we've no part in choosing birth that ties us to judgemental earth
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