Blame sanity

The gavel falls.like rain
Not on my hands, but yours to blame,
Sanity ties me not
though they’re the ones accused,
palms splayed open for inspection, for condemnation.
What does slayed mean,givzah fuck,this bullshir isn't like horseshit ,the stain is way more,intwinded,like,five up fucker ready all is.

They see the stain,in the solid concrete,
the smudge, the supposed guilt etched in the air around me,
 guiltetched,another word,givzah fuck,
They point, their pussy pullers as accusations 
their bangen out their frustration ,or being bored like  ‘guilty,’ ‘faulty,’ ‘unworthy.’ shits
As this is going on ,
The contentedness of,( know idea or thought has  said,hey,guess what,stupid me continues to guess with no one around to be a guest, )  in the quiet  of my soul, it's just me
where truth resides unbothered by the
a different verdict echoes.,a spirit unbent, unbroken.

I walk through their judgment like a ghost through walls,
And their.perception of me  flawed their words,
This is not a defense,
not a plea for understanding.
This is simply what is.
In my own right,
I know the unblemished name of my lines of my action.
The path I tread may be misunderstood,
misread, misinterpreted,
but its compass points true.
The whispers of ‘convict’
are but echoes in a void that they have created.
They see a broken  flawed design.
I see the core of manipulation for their own pocket
And the curruption,  within.

It’s a stillness that defies tcorruption, to a hurricane 
A certainty that outshines their manufactured doubt.
Their pronouncements,
their labels, their chains are forged in the fires of their own making.
The error, you see,
lies not in my being,
but in their seeing.
The distortion, the miscalculation, I'm seeing not the 
the failure to perceive what is undeniably clear to me, the one who lives it.
So let them brand me,
let them name me,
let them cast their words of taintedness,
My gift, though unseen by them,
Needless to brag,it is no question it is
 not a boast,
not a challenge thrown.
It’s a  declaration,
a  truth.

The weightof bullying try to place,
the burden of their beliefs,
For the conviction I hold is not of their making,
nor subject to their decree.
No nor one is to blame,it is all in with in all of us,no matter nor object ,

It’s a personal truth,
a self-evident knowing.
And when they look for blame,
for the source of the wrong,
 will eventually meet the reflection of their own flawed sight.
It's wrong, right?
No….
Do you doesn’t lie,
even when we don't believe  them like you do not
apart from the judgment’s ,who am I
I don't  know what you have been through,so what the. Discussion,, unyielding, here,see,
Or know, either way,what's the Discussion
in , profound certainty of me. I see ,yah,

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