Unpredictable

By , Parker, CO
When everything is okay,
You come in and make the peace cave,
You have one of law sever one of the branches from your tree,
And yet all of them fall but yours.
I'm not a criminal,
I'm not minuscule,
So why make me the axiom of your despise and ridicule?





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