In a world of people with no regrets
no sense of repentance, or contrition
actions without consequences, no ends
without the means, as to ask, are all bets
off, is the world so unpredictable
revolve in orbits full of ambition
leave no stone unturned, watch how a rule bends
decisions make the law just or unjust
offenses where thought is indictable
forgive the harm before the damage done
pardon and absolve the ignorant sheep
emerge from silence as if to atone
once compensation pays for deepfake sleep
pass over to ignore the lack of trust
lack of upper crust, cucumber sandwich
elegant yet eccentric tea party
windows to empty chambers, shutters closed
if to hide the truth in an on/off switch
torture the children once behind closed doors
hover in wait to attack as sortie
needless extras around the set are poised
objectively as mannequin fodder
remain for the rest of time on all fours
erect a monument, an obelisk
grant a license for a poet to die
remember a duel is not without risk
engage in a sequence with the same lie
trade fame for immortality, dodder
slowly then fall, no regrets for egrets
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