His skull caved in. Split braincase.
Watched his thoughts swim away,
Licked his exposed brain.
One big hole, like what goes into a disc tray
Dick and balls cut away
Body weighted with heavy chains like Fenrir kept at bay.
Stray bones in a mass grave
Glaive honed for just such a day
Talk about a flesh parade
On the road to the grove
Grovel in the gravel without your clothes
He bangs the gavel
Consigns me to my grave, wasn’t even close
To getting my appeal
They tested the clothes, my DNA appeared
Hired the best lawyers, account in arrears
All for nothing, just as I feared.
Alchemisland 
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