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The horrors that beset me

Atrocities carved deep into my eyes

The images contort my face

And bend my neck up towards the sky

Abhorrent words breach my ears

With each new second, I learn new fears

I flinch and whimper at others who pass by

Accepting this fate, yet still too afraid to die

I've been hooked at the shoulders

Hoisted for the town to see

Gutted and flogged, the dogs wait beneath me

As the final persecution exits as a breath

Each strike of execution,

I'm impaled through the chest

But it is not the strikes that kill me

As I see the sun rise from the East

I'm torn from foot to head

For the paupers morning feast

Attrition