I put the bodies in their places,
place expressions
expressions on their
Wires drawn tightly around the fingers until they become
one solid
Placed upon the barrel a stone rain falls from the
Behold the duke of Exeter, lying awake eyes wide open
A ritualistic sacrifice set up to pass judgment on the
Luring the unsuspecting young to his private chambers
quickly seized stripped
Hidden within pulsating under the skin shift and turn rotten
Searched for the Devil's mark cord wrenched around the
head chained
Led By a clergyman to your
place of final occupate
turned facing
Taken back to the cell confined to a low dungeon
Passing under the divine bodies hanging under the sacred grove
Mutilation, stretching while breaking on the wheel,
Tied down spread eagle
Searing the flesh as fat spills onto the ground coals
The blessed virgin opens her arms to thee on her
Restrained fastened to a plank outside world cutoff from witnessing
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