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A mother’s mourning first now heard. Sudden shrieking tearing cloth and hair ground beat, pounded, rage building. Do you hear it, do you see it? In heated irons corpse hangs wrists burned through flesh to bone protruding arrow pierces chest. I know you see it, but do you hear it?
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Nov 13, 2017
Nov 13, 2017 at 2:02 AM UTC
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A mother’s mourning first now heard. Sudden shrieking tearing cloth and hair ground beat, pounded, rage building. Do you hear it, do you see it? In heated irons corpse hangs wrists burned through flesh to bone protruding arrow pierces chest. I know you see it, but do you hear it?
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