G147

A Sunday morning, 5.10am stepped out for fresh air, you the white crow, G, who i willingly follow, And them, the freaks outside my own house, in two police cars, pass in half an hour, Hearsay, photoshop, and deepfake becoming criminal convictions, Punishable by humiliation, the lynchmob terms ethics, What does it say about a country, when it no longer requires a legal system,

Because the law is too logical?