Your Black Robe
Aileen, what do you think of when you put on “Your Black Robe”,
You sit behind the bench and listen as you’re told,
Everything that’s brought to you concerning any given case,
As everyone looks to you, for justice: what do you see in their face?
Justice is supposed to be blind,
Like many before, you’ve done lost your mind.
Don’t worry, I have my son presently on Earth: he’s conducting multiple global cases,
Eventually, many will see him, he’ll come in contact with “many faces”.
My son and his 6,000 brothers are scattered all over the globe,
The justice they will pass comes from me, and my son’s daughter: her name is “Rose”.
It’s highly likely you’ll come face to face with my son one day, so “be nice”,
I’ve told you this once, I won’t say it twice.
Let’s play a game,