SS (15/03/1990 / In the Bahamas. (I wish))

Justice Roars

The hound of the Scales,
Lyes awake, never sleeping.
His howl it echoes,
He's creeping, he's creeping.
Each fangs of the sword,
Snarling viciously, Eternally.
His internal fire always rages,
A view infernally, a view infernally.
The roar of Justice,
Now ceasing, now ceasing.
Waiting to roar again,
He lay in pieces, in pieces.

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