Just or unjust?

Will the truth always set you free?
How is the honey cooked by a bee?
I am innocent to all that is a lie
don’t even think these truths make a tie.

Don’t worry about living when if you die,
so many deep wounds can cough more than a sigh.
Injustice will never make you free
The truth is out to haunt you or me.

The truth is the key that free’s the heart.
God made all things equal not apart.
If there’s a line that feels so wrong
then let your tears make a song

Ruddapoet

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