The bright lights, from the fireworks so splendid,
light the night sky, when the old year ended!
The light illuminates only that what you choose to see,
forgetting the recesses, darkened by your insensitivity.
What great hopes, then this New Year brings!
Living a life filled with dreams; pretending to be Kings!
Justice, it seems, ne'er quite witnessed a new year,
She's still blinded; it's falseness that we now revere.
Truth be told, fairness remains, thought just a sliver,
The lies will crumble; all it takes is just an arrow from my quiver.
The will of God? No, He doesn't care; never has, never will;
I am justice now, and you will fall. This is, after all, a righteous kill...
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