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Given to utter vexation and vulgar asceticism |
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Revealing in the blows |
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From the unseen accuser |
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Not only to bear witness |
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But attain evidence |
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Skin becomes to the tearing under fresh affliction |
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Sweat now mingles with the blood of gross hematuria |
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From the head |
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Down the back |
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Passing the thigh |
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For it is he that breath hatred onto censuring |
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And the stones are covered with this blood |
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Arms to torso and leg to leg |
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Now adhered with this |
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Each new blow |
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A echo of the last |
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Yellowed orbs rolling under these eyelids |
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The limbs give way |
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The last cry of joy |
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Forever and ever |
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Chin bobs the shoulder amidst great pallor |
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This figure is now folded and crimson |
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Arms and legs bound with pus and wax-like crust |
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Covering the feet of the accuser |
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This work is complete |
