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Tortured
The skin was condemned and was flayed,
The veins that were vivid still pulsed,
All who did hear were dismayed,
And all who did see were repulsed,
The pain does attempt to represent,
The holder’s unpleasant descent,
Into pages of tales of honour now lost,
The deed, the judgement, the cost.
The veins that were vivid still pulsed,
All who did hear were dismayed,
And all who did see were repulsed,
The pain does attempt to represent,
The holder’s unpleasant descent,
Into pages of tales of honour now lost,
The deed, the judgement, the cost.
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