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Sorrow in the eyes of children
And an asp in the grasp of dead men
The hangman places the rope around my neck
And I have already gone to the safe place.
All that I was taught,
All that I learned,
Has turned against me.
Secrets of the damned come to haunt me
In the bewitching hour when angels cry,
On the shoulders of demons with out remorse.
And I never felt my neck snap or
My life drain from my body.
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