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Sitting with a watchful eye for all to see
Blurred by the vision that is in front of me
I look up to see the image of the charcoal piercing eyes that stares down on me
My body shake with fear, nausea sweeps over me
For I am being unjustly judged for something I have no control over
My mind racing with fear of the unknown
The eyes of a stranger whom you never seen before this day
Making me feel like a character who lost their voice in the last scene of a play
For the power is in the hands of the one who holds the scheptur
As I sit helpless waiting on the judgment from someone who
Sits upon a throne of virtual reality.
For they really don’t have the power to judge
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