Executors Mare
The assurance of death
One by the shameful hanging
The tears that drops
The goodbye sighs
Like that of departing lovers
Murder is committed
Even when termed legal
No man is worth killing another
For no man should be free
If his life from birth till death
Is displayed in public
The people shall shout
Like the Jews during Christ’s trial
Crucify him; crucify him.
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