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Strap him to a gurney. Put a needle in his arm.   Time has grown short.   A clock ticks away       final moments. Cold figures stand the watch;  no compassion, empty souls.      Aztec priests, gift givers,     administer vengeance                                                                   Fly on burdened spirit.             Sleep dog, sleep.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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Strap him to a gurney. Put a needle in his arm.   Time has grown short.   A clock ticks away       final moments. Cold figures stand the watch;  no compassion, empty souls.      Aztec priests, gift givers,     administer vengeance                                                                   Fly on burdened spirit.             Sleep dog, sleep.
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Jan 19, 2015
Jan 19, 2015 at 11:07 AM UTC
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