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Feb 2014
Limbs creaking,
screaming, begging
for mercy

The ground comes
closer as the shrieking
grows, grows, grows

the murderer wipes
the sweat off of his
face and goes
on

(the victims
stand in line)

He is the executioner
condemning us all
to Death

He, and his
axe
Linnea Haukbjørk
Written by
Linnea Haukbjørk  Salt Lake City
(Salt Lake City)   
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