Judging

A closed door to Spring
You bring about a heartless itch
Setting forth angry things,
The stress making my heart twitch.

You bring about a heartless itch
In a way only hypocrites sing,
The sound making my heart twitch
Because I have no understanding of what you are doing.

In that way only a hypocrite sings
You show your moral glitch,
With no understanding of what you are doing
Making you nothing but a feral bitch.

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