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Who is the judge?

No one is born a monster or a pastor

But who the cap fit wears the guilt

And at the sight of the judge the beans must be spilt

You can choose not to admit being guilty

Because that will make the face of the judge busy

But when you are served by death with writ

The uneasiness will make you run for your mite

As the case book is laid bare by the eternal magistrate

He will direct you to stand straight

And in the counter you cannot wedge

You will face everything at the edge

In the box your friend is the security with his badge

Time is a refuge for no fugitive

Your wishes will fume and that is punitive

Truth will treat you like his captive

Every question will be perfumed as if it is vindictive

In the court of the judge the wicked will not stand for long

For with bad deed the victim has formed the bond

And when you let the cut out of the bag

The judge will give it a good hug

And serve it back to you in a justice jag

Your deeds will be called to testify

Your lawyer may not be good to justify

Your faith in freedom will be tiny as a tsetse fly

Magic pity from the jury will disappear  

Logic will laugh at your despair

Fabric of shame will be woven for you in pair 

Your pain stakes will be higher

As you are thrown to the fire

Around your hands are handcuffs

So they cannot cover your cough

You cannot go for an appeal because

The Almighty is the Judge