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I am never random.
Nature is capricious but when I weigh your life,
I am otherwise.
I am without error.
Truth is concrete in my court; wrong is not abstract;
my balance never waivers.
I am without mercy.
You will be stripped before me. Stand tall or beg:
your fair sentence still will come.
How clean and light you'll be, how pure,
when all your sins fall to my sword
and you are free.
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