It's An Uncertain Justice

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It's a justice that dangles on uncertain strings
That wriggles and twists on dead, broken wings

Blood red robes that easily escape
Yet vengeance was served in hands without stake
A single strike by the hand of cruel fate
A single spell by one without hate

It's a justice that dangles on uncertain strings
That wriggles and twists on dead, broken wings

A city bathed in blasts of pure flame
And payment demanded by lips without pain
This single strike and challenge given
By those for whom no grief had riven

It's a justice that dangles on uncertain strings
That wriggles and twists on dead, broken wings

The deaths of the hateful gold race
Was served by a single smiling face
The payment was made by one not Ancient
By one eternally cold, dark, and patient

It's a justice that dangles on uncertain strings
That wriggles and twists on dead, broken wings

Revenge that hangs within a golden hand
Against the murderer who let loose those deadly demands
Yet the hand will be stayed by the power contained
Within the vessel of darkness that hatred inflamed

They lean on the winnings of a roll of the dice
They're charged for murder and escape with their life

It's a justice that dangles on uncertain strings
That wriggles and twists on dead, broken wings

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