Sewn into the skin of wolves to be mangled by
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savage dogs awakened by the scent of fear
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frenzied by the taste of blood disfigured survivours
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attemt escape quickly seized to amputate both
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feet bound tightly by a rope attached to a post
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daubed with pitch and set alight to act as tourches
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in the night choking clouds of smoldering flesh serve
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as reminder for those who would be next.fire...
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bursts into the bones skin drops like melted wax
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bowels fall out from the torso combs tear away at
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the ribs christians enflamed in Nero?s name tasting
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their fires of sin blood flies across the fire filled sky
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Tourches of Nero
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