righteous indignation
Nothing works forever and we damn well know itbrother
don't we
No sooner do we pick the lock
than the whole damned house comes crashing down
and we're worse off than the time before
and leave a disaster in our wake
bury the bones beneath the floor
you can close the shutters and release the hounds
and we'll still burn that mother down.
Witchhunts happen everyday
but the wickedest witches fool them all
while they crucify the purest
and punish each and every
noble deed
to the fullest
extent
of the law.
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