.Culture hostage.
I'm writhing in the cold grasp of justice,
As she turns away.
Blind is she supposed to be but,
Someone took a razor to her mask.
Rusted now the scales you hold,
The balance tipped by the weight of gold.
When will it end?
When will it ever end?
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