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Justice

How I long for Your justice
whatever it may be
the honey dripping down
or the water rising above the city.
How I long for Your justice
whatever it may be
the hand of mercy reaching for the defiled
or the cut throat bleeding
How I long for Your justice
no matter what it may be
a tower of babel
or a single song of holy, holy, holy.
How I long for Your justice
whatever it may be
a kiss from you only
passionately
from whoever it may be
be it
Judas or your bride or a company

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