Short straws or pitting arms
The pleasure of treasure all but forgot
Teeth gritting, skin pitted, witting harm
Wily death, swoon to his charms

3 score n' 10 men
Expedited for glories unbound
Wager the very flesh off their very bones
A wager lost pays meat, pound for pound

Screaming like a whipped blackamoor
Yet without the practiced dignity
Dancing sconces entranced in the bone pit
Dancing, lancing, raving pit of lunacy
Mordant wounds and deader men
Impending feast to quell the uprising
A ghouls guild is that which on all nations are built
The only maw to have of Douglass, is guilt!

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