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Your lifeless body hangs above the gallows. |
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Above the greatest fire your life hangs in the balance. Your audience waits anxiously as the noose tears away at your neck. |
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Your spilled blood is measured in gallons as the masses pierce you with hatred. |
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I will not give you mercy. |
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Your exhausted muscles give way to my knife which stands as great marker of justice. |
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Your dismembered limbs and mangled remains hang before you. You will have no proper burial. |
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Your life will be erased. |
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Your pain excites the crowd as your motionless flesh falls to your bloodied feet. |
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As death comes over your helpless body you begin to protest and I halt your speech. |
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I am your executioner. |
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I am your executioner and you will kneel before me. |
