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These bloody days have broken my heart.
My lust, my youth, did long depart.
This tower grate showed me such sight
That in my mind burns day and night.

These bloody days have broken me down.
These words, I pray, shall carry on.
Soon, I will be dead and gone,
For the thunder roars about the throne.

By proof, I say, here do I learn:
Wit helps not innocence to earn.
Hope, I fear, is all in vain,
And here, I rot, plagued by disdain.

Condemned to die without trial
Like a dog, this bell tower my kennel.
Let it be known that God,
Should He exist,
Cares not for the sufferings of man,
For despite his omnipotence,
He has abandoned us
To torture and death.

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