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The Judge
Vile, wicked words you use to conflict
And to shame.
Too quick to point out others
Faults,of course,you have no blame.
Your soul is pure,set free of sin.
Your slate doth bear no smudge.
For you've no faults,not one you've seen.
You bear all rights to judge.
Obsequiously arrogant you sit upon your
Throne,
Proclaiming that you're fit to judge
All faults, except your own.
So there you sit like mighty God,
Your words are those of law.
All others faults you've
Damned and judged.
Your own you never saw.
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