Judge Jury Executioner
I am standing quietly In front of the judge My own Self doubts Looked on Glared at by A jury of my peers Worse yet, algorithms And forced to suffer At the hands of An executioner Who is killing my dreams and desires Yet after looking intensely Through the mask staring into the shadows I see I am My own Murderer My own firing squad My own demise.
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