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The Final Justice. by Mr Nightwalkers
People look at him awaiting his word and their doom,
"live" or "die".
Some who hear "die" put their gaze down and nod obediently knowing their end, while others feel how their souls are filled with regret and their eyes with tears.
The ones who hear "live" gaze at him thankfully and do not dare to wonder why their sentence is life.
As he slowly walks through the crowd he adresses each person with his mild and gentle voice:
"You here think that life is not given for granted.
You are wrong !
Here take it, it's yours!
Live!"
"But you there, you took your life for granted.
Well you already had it, what can i do...
You've had your time.
Die, i'm afraid."
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