The hatefull dead
by Guillaume Prevel
With their breasts and their eyes gouged out
By crows; spew the bloody lava of the underworld
As the millennial stench pours out
Outside the bodies tortured by high ropes
Execution and criminal death is therefore not the end
Of all the miserable and violent things
Of this world, and the infinity of gloomy
death Sometimes deals with the spirit of the evil one
To make the living pay
The arrogance of their indifferent looks
Towards those of their race who by their will rot
On the black and bloody gallows of the punished
Where the bruised bodies of the faces dazed With
pain; end up throwing up their excess of hatred.
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