I am no administrator of justice, child.
There is no just if they all get the same treatment.
I treat all the same and the world declares justice,
But their sins cry on an unbalanced scale.
I am not the equalizer of all pain, dear.
You think it goes away but it continues again.
Eternity’s grasp traps them in their vessels,
Their intangible souls allow for no escape.
I am no loving and caring creature, little one.
Cold and calloused is how I am described,
Nothing like that I mind as I find it all accurate.
Treating them the same is a shackle I’m bound to.