Prison Door

you! I know your truth I live inside your labyrinth of secrets clever the walls you've set up to hide yea you withhold just as much guilt from innocence as I projecting your cloak of iniquities upon the labelled and lesser self righteous in your makeup you pretend to be this line of salvation and wreckage this boundary between good and evil a line of scrimmage for justice and criminals protecting those that have been wronged by the wrong as if they too were never wronged though you are built on this standard of correction -but more like a base line of opposition the wars going on outside of you are just as bad as the ones going on inside you and the world inside of you is but a microcosm of the world outside of you pretending to be this barrier between the civilized and the savages protecting the privileged from the indigent facading as a moral platitude of righteousness keeping the harmed safe from the damaged and the damaged safe from harmony though the idea of you erects itself high above reproach your moral compass has long since been broken mirroring the fragmented souls that occupy you your paragonic lines of justice are made up fabricated by a false sense of security and it's discriminating qualifiers of- the right and the wronged life inside you has lost its humanity purpose and worth though you find worth monetarily at least or you'd too, have no purpose because you've showed as much that humanity is but a blurred line a clear line that you draw