Disturbia

What is justice?

Justice is poisonous.

So what if I fought against her?

She would have died eventually.

All I did was put to sword the grape that would become raisin.

Oh don't give me those horrified

Those puppy eyes.

I savored it.

Don't you see?

All is fair in love and war

Laugh over my injured body.

"This is the scale of justice," they tell me.

"Don't ignore your sins.

You should be afraid."

I shan't begin to explain why this makes no sense to me.

The apple of my eagle eye lent her flavor to another.

Thus the bulb of her life is forfeit.

Why then does their justice take precedence over mine?