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Screeching men

Twisted in ways

Inhuman in vane

We honor no death

No faces to stain us

He lies awake

He has no fate

He dies a slave

Hanging unnamed

Hanging blood stained

No reason no fate

With narrow escape

Left in the dust

A man and slave

A broken neck swinging away

Diminish all of his

Purpose and place

Scornful and regretful

Swinging away

Hanging unnamed

Hanging blood stained

No reason no fate

With narrow escape

Fawning over spawn

Creatures too dark to make-believe

Soaked shaking the hands

Rest on shoulders of fate

Chasms too wide

I know your face

Trenches too deep

I know your name

Body too weak

I know your face

Fingers will bleed

I know your name

Hanging unnamed

Hanging blood stained

No reason no fate

With narrow escape