At 11 sharp the judicial bars are full
Of human and heavenly beings at
Ease, drinking mead, smoking weed!
As the wheel of the law turns
And devils burn, burn, burn!
All under the sun: Psycheartistry
Comes to a grinding halt
And I am free as a bird
Under the universe's canopy!
The Law prevails! Truth prevails!
The Judicial Bars are open Doerudd!
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