Campaign Creations

Inhumanity;
It's all I see
When I look at you
And see what you do.

How can you pronounce
These two not guilty?
Look at their faces
They do not appear to be.

Their cuts and bruises
Are not self-imposed.
Reasons behind them
Still remain unknown.

My cry for justice
Has still gone unheard,
And so I leave you
With my last few words.

Testaments ruined.
Glories sacrificed.
It amazes me how
You have yet to die.
I do not have proof
Outside of my mind,
But cut me open
And that's what you'll find.

That's all you will find.
That's all you will need.
Imprison these men.
For naught but their deeds.