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Nov 2017
Five hanged men drift peacefully way up high
Disturbed only by the rip tide in the sky
Casting an unusual light like a firefly
Who are these men, and who did they defy?
Why do their ropes tell me unholy lies?
Even beyond the clouds do their chains rise
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   Zkulblakazz, Oculi and Toriana
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