Ballast
Heavy stone on a neck
It never felt heavier
Trying to walk like usual
But it’s so much ballast
The image of a wraith
Had been painted
It’ll take a lot of work
To repair the damage
One day the clouds
Will cover the sky
So none of the suns
Will be visible
And the justful
Will have their vengeance
Because all the injustful
Gonna pay their price