Pain my old comrade, you sly dog, pull up a chair, make yourself at home. Unfurl yourself down the length of my bones and stay awhile. Staring down the barrel of another sleepless night, your familiar face leering behind the hammer; I've seen this movie before.
Justice holds the scales and proclaims that everything can be balanced, every wrong righted. She holds the sword to back up her position, the stick to reason's carrot.
Pain has no sense of balance and no fear of reprisal. Pain takes what it wants and laughs at my pitiful pleas for justice.
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