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the symbol misaligned,
a vigilante,
he cuts holes in the mask
so that he can see,
but he’s still so blind to
his hypocrisy,
of his codes, a shade,
a mockery.

i smile vile, while
he tries
so desperately to
alter lives
by ways, by means, the
law defies
only one rule he keeps in
his guise

i laugh so loud, ‘surely
you jest!
whats that mark upon
your chest
self-imposed, embossed
you’d set a blind beast as
your crest?

does crime pay? in kind.
so kind!
how do you think ive come
to find
that all it takes is less
of mind
of rules, of statutes be less

-m.p. 07/13/2016