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Hung, Drawn And Quartered
Cries of laughter beneath me
As I hang by my neck
Choking on a rope
Till I'm near death
Suffocating rapidly
It's my last breath
Cut to the ground
And stabbed in the chest
Hung, Drawn and Qurtered
Bloods then drained out
In a gory way
Spilling out memories
The soil turns red
Sucked through my torso
And ripped apart
Severed into quarters
Rigor-mortis sets in
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