i should pay
for my sins
for the unsealed innocence
for the honey
i swindled from the hives
for the sacred unions
i placed apart
for the braziers
i secretly tore apart
for the pints
i did shed
for the skins
i forced cuts
for the fruits
i plucked in darkness
for the plants
i had to uproot
for the souls
i did rest
for the hearts
i caused tremors
for my galore crimes
like the crucified thief
i demand gallows
wages of sin
death
they say.
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