that stranded us here my dear
these words will just sit and wait
for conclusions to be drawn
draw me
in
an
circle
show me how
to die better than you

teach me of this speech
with what brand is your tongue marked
oh buzzards over me
that my flesh shall be picked to none
as i lay prepared here in these gallows
your inked bells are ringing to me
that my ears may dance in flames
flicker me with your candle
engulf me
in
your
passion
that's what
time it was
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