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I was innocent

By Aleksey I.
Grade 11, Washington

Conflict i usually tend to here,
how they swear in truth,
as if they started cussing in their youth.
All you ever hear is yelling ear to ear,
you can see it in their eyes,
they are yelling from fear.
You know at that point theres no way you can lose.
The hammer of justice cuts through the air
and shatters the sound of rumbling voices.
The god, the priest, the man of this room,
raises his hand in a glorious move.
He opens his mouth
breathing out cold air
and says with a voice that made people stare.