Chance is no guide to justice, it is full
of tricks of argumentation, and half-lies,
methods of madness, signals by swift flies,
secrets both delicate and dull
swim in and out of each and every skull.
Honor has failed to secure the best ties
to a world where justice only gives cries
for its arrival, and the host of lies
that are the cavalry of the great bull.
Secure in each fortress, the wise are not free,
given uncertainty of what they see,
to warn us of our future ruth.
Yet raise the temperature by one degree
and someone will squeal out the rawest truth,
and what we hated most will come to be.
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