I prepare now
For the next
Court date
The official
Desegregate
I grow tired
Of the haphazard
Mire
Loading guns
Preparing to fire
I separate myself
As best I can
But I need that
Upper hand
This is a grueling fight
Not of might
It's a power of wills
Waiting for me to
Stumble
Grow more tired
Hopeless kills
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