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G2006 - 10

May 16

The crowd raises their voice

Yell through the streets

Bring him to the town center

String him up on the highest pole

Let him hang with rope around his neck

Allow the blood to fall and be soaked up by the dirt

Strung him up

Bound, tied, gagged

He lies

Upon that highest pole

He bleeds

The crowd raises their pewter cups

And drink the sorrow from the sand

08.05.16.15:29:39@599NYC

David Harth

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