Quatrain of Lift Me
Don't weigh much
Lift me onto the scales
of justice, see
if have
weight,
It seems wherever I turn
I lose all arguments
right to
fate.
No justice for the little
man with sweat
in the
hair,
Life is construct by bottom-
feeders who
just aren't
fair.
Yorktown Disciple
Don't weigh much
Lift me onto the scales
of justice, see
if have
weight,
It seems wherever I turn
I lose all arguments
right to
fate.
No justice for the little
man with sweat
in the
hair,
Life is construct by bottom-
feeders who
just aren't
fair.
Yorktown Disciple
Order # 11050
No
justice
for
the
little
man
justice
for
the
little
man
Yorktown Disciple
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Quatrain of Lift Me - 11050 - Yorktown Disciple
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