Created: 23/10/03 Ivory Stokes: One day you will have to answer for your actions And God may not be so merciful. In the quiet depths of existence, the ledger remains, A relentless observer, impartial and just, Unfazed by pleas or the weight of remorse. Each choice etches a mark upon the tapestry, The tapestry of existence we weave, Threads of intention, woven with the threads of consequence. In the dim corridors of time, we tread, Unaware of the final audit awaiting, No ledger lost, no action hidden, For every cause has its inevitable effect. The scales of justice, unwavering, No hand can tip them, no plea can sway, The reckoning looms, no escape in sight, For deeds once done, forever in the annals of eternity. God's mercy, a distant echo, faint and fading, As we march forward, boun by our actions, In the end, the sum of our choices, Shall determine our fate, our legacy, our truth.
Justice
Court Ruling
Prompt: Court Ruling
Prompt Conversation:
Keeta: Forget the trial. We should just execute them.
Isa: No!! I want to hear them make their case. I want them to think of what we might do to them. Because I want to do something worse.
In the realm of justice, passions ignite, Where minds clash and shadows take their flight. Keeta cries for swift execution's might, While Isa yearns for a tale in the court's light. "Forgo the trial," Keeta boldly declares, Impatient, seeking justice unawares. "Let's cast aside their pleas, their feeble claims, And render retribution without refrains." But Isa's heart, in darkness, takes its stand, A deeper purpose she holds in her hand. "I yearn to hear them speak, to bear their plea, For justice lies in knowing what they see." "I want them to think of what we might do, To ponder their fate, their actions undue. For in their fears, they'll feel our wrath take flight, A punishment surpassing darkest night." The court convenes, the stage set for the fray, A symphony of justice in disarray. Defendant and accuser face each other, As the echoes of their sins start to smother. The accused, with trembling voices, commence, Their pleas for mercy mingling with suspense. They recount their tale, a dance of despair, Hoping for clemency, a chance to repair. Keeta's eyes blaze with anger and disdain, Each word fueling her desire to maim. But Isa's gaze holds secrets, unseen power, Her thirst for vengeance, growing by the hour. The evidence laid bare, the arguments tossed, The court must decide, no matter the cost. Keeta, consumed by fury, pleads her case, While Isa, silent, wears a stoic face. The judges deliberate, the hour draws near, And the weight of their verdict, full of fear. Keeta dreams of bloodshed, swift and severe, While Isa's vengeance whispers, crystal clear. The ruling is rendered, justice's decree, A balance of mercy and cruelty we see. Keeta, disappointed, her anger unmet, While Isa's vengeance deepens, a darker threat. In the realm of justice, passions collide, And the echoes of punishment still reside. Keeta and Isa, forever entwined, A testament to the complexity of the mind. For in their hearts, a longing to find peace, But divergent paths dictate their release. And as the court adjourns, their souls entwist, A testament to justice's delicate twist.
Telstra’s Resolve
“What are you doing? Why are you still holding…back?! Have you forgotten what they said to us? What they did? They think you’re a monster!! Prove them RIGHT!!!”
Telstra Spinx
In a moment of tempestuous plight,
Telstra’s powers flicker, a dormant might,
“What are you doing? Why hold back the flame?
Have you forgotten their words, their cruel game?
They label you a monster, an abhorrent sight,
But their ignorance blinds them from your true light.
Unleash the fury that dwells deep within,
Prove them right, let the storm begin!
For they know not the strength you possess,
The resilience within, the power to impress.
Rise, oh Telstra, embrace your might,
Unleash your essence, ignite the night!
No more shall their judgment chain you down,
No longer will you wear society’s frown.
With defiance as your guide, your spirit alight,
Prove them right, let your powers take flight!
Break the shackles, set your soul free,
Embrace the monster they claim you to be.
In your flames, their doubts shall ignite,
A testament to the power they failed to sight.
Oh Telstra, let their whispers fade,
Your destiny awaits, in darkness you wade.
Prove them right, let your strength unfurl,
For within your heart, an extraordinary world.”
Whispers of Reflection: A Journey to Inner Peace
In the realm of “What ifs,” dreams take flight,
Whispered secrets, hidden from sight.
Seeking justice, a righteous call,
Self-reflection, the mirror’s enthrall.
Realizations dawn like a gentle kiss,
Leading the way to inner peace’s bliss.
A tapestry woven with threads unseen,
A poem unfolds, where these categories convene.
What if we dared to break the mold,
Embracing secrets, stories untold?
Injustice challenged with unwavering might,
A quest for truth, shining bright.
Through self-reflection, we find the key,
Unlocking doors to the soul’s decree.
Realizing the power that lies within,
A journey to harmony, to peace, to begin.
What if we pondered the choices we’ve made,
In the quiet corners where contemplation is laid?
In moments of stillness, the soul takes flight,
Unveiling truths hidden from sight.
Realizations, like gentle ripples on a lake,
Awaken the spirit, cause it to awake.
The journey of self unfolds, layer by layer,
Leading to insights, revelations rare.
And through it all, the pursuit of inner peace,
A balm for the soul, where turmoils cease.
The stillness within, a sanctuary found,
A tranquil refuge, profound and profound.
In this woven tapestry, let justice be served,
With whispers of secrets, courage preserved.
With self-reflection as our guiding star,
Realizations lead us to who we truly are.
So let us embrace the power of what ifs,
In the realm of secrecy, justice amidst.
Through self-reflection, realizations take flight,
Guiding us to inner peace’s radiant light.