I see everything tipped on one angle
swinging one way
Is there no opposing force
No reistance
Pulling her arm down
The tray empty
Her blindfold loosens
The sword cuts
The horizontal length
Is not straight or even
In this void of order
Roots of mal intent take
Not the sun nor prayer can kill
Just balance
just order
just the straight lines of civilization
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