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Desperate flock pining back to their precious homes
All of which were burnt down years ago
With their belongings, their children and their wives
Lower to feed on the skin of the acolyte
It's already tattered, just tear off a bite
With murder as a second nature this should not be a challenge
But more of a delight - Sever the head with smirk and with might
This is a mere hue on the palette of smiles on your rescuer
Awarded and venerated for his contribution and sacrifice
Stretch the pelt over the boughs
Soaked in blood and bits that are no longer warm
Unrecognizable figure glancing back from the puddle
Infused with aberrations, this is who you are
Anomalies in the breathing sequence
Phasing in and out of consciousness
Dualistic excuse of a human being
Infused with aberrations
"I came across another knave, sobbing and croaking
He had fallen off of his horse, only to be crushed by it a second later
On his way down through an unfortunately located heap of brushwood, his right ear got torn off almost completely and he bit off half of his tongue
I tried to speak to him, ask him if he had any rope in his saddlebag, or even water for that matter
What I could tell from the indistinct moaning, was that he couldn't feel his legs, the rest stayed unanswered
His lower body was completely engulfed by the carcass of his deceased companion
I knew it was useless to even try to help him, so I just sat there and stared him
He blatted and made noise for awhile, then quieted down, now just panting, gasping
I took my bag, lifted it over his face, and pressed it down as hard as I possibly could
My fingers were spasming, I bawled
He didn't resist at all, and I'm glad he didn't"
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