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The stench caught
between these cavernous
walls, calls this cursed, ravenous,
blasphemous mockery
of your flesh, so unclean,
so impure.

Hanging from the rafters,
each of your limbs bound in rope;
prosterior lowered.
Granite vertex pierces skin,
anal orifice penetrated.
Your body, cradled by Judas,
lifted back up at the brink of death.

Strapped to a table, surgical in its
appearance; your death apparent.
Arms at your side, duct taped to your grave, I can smell the fear inside you.
Brushed by a feather on the arches of your feet, a laugh escapes your lips.
After an hour the laughs cackle dry, and the look in your eyes could kill.
Writhing in pain from your efforts to escape that are all in vain.
Another hour passes by, I can
tell you want to die, but this is not your lucky day.
So, "coocheecoocheecoo", you piece of human filth, let's put a smile on that face.
By the third hour, your eyes roll back in your head, and you choke on your spit.

Awoken, dragged along the dirt,
confined to tattered planks of birch;
delirious and faded.
Life flickers in and out of your
eyes, cold and sundued
by dissonance and fear;
by the sight of the approaching noose.
The skies are bleeding green,
beckoning from the other side,
where there lies sweet relief.
Sweet resolve in the eyes of Mindu;
unforgiving but fair.
Now rise, my pig,
to the slaughter.

Stand up on your feet
and listen to me.
Put it around your neck;
you will soon be free.

Dropped, suspended by the throat,
you writhe and you choke.
You come close to death,
but we're not over yet...
Hoist him up again.

Hanged, drawn, and quartered,
in the city streets.
Castrated and engulfed in flames,
with a dagger overhead
for an ending, bittersweet.

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