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As the bronze would heat up,

The victim was grilled and burnt.

Yells were resounding,

 Just like a roar.

An excess of suffering

For the people

Struck by the noises

Of agony.

The burning smell

of cooking flesh

For the pleasure

of Phalaris

The one inside the bull

will scream and shout,

unable to cope with the pain.

The sound of his voice

will sound like a dreary mooing.

It will enchant you while

he is submitted

to death.

As the scent of despair

Was enhanced by the herbs

Screams were deafening

But he craved for more

Hiding your disgust

Hiding your fear

Struck by the noises

Of agony

The burning smell

of cooking flesh

For the pleasure

of Phalaris