I wish to exonerate the man who is excelling me,
His deeds never betray him as one muttered a voice
Inside a voice, whatever the voice.
I am no liar as a judge, the exonerating,
A composer of fuel and fire for the ferocious liars,
The slavery they are in is fierce.
Posting them a letter can mean a death,
But I would like to exonerate him from crime,
Compliment him like a distraught one,
And clear him from all wrong.
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