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I stare ~
into the rot and stink
they feed me
I pray somehow
that it will kill me
skin tears . .
through spikes of steel
I hunger
thirst
I choke
I can not breathe
i n C h a i n s
My sunburnt back
gives up its flesh
to whips
that call my name
and beckon crimson
from my veins
Metal bite
into my ankles
b l e e d . .
cracked lips
kiss the darkened depths
to feed
on bits of me
what’s left of me
N a u g h t
for the salvation
o f t h e O r i s h a s’
grace
I h u n g e r e d n o t
I refused the tears
to know my face
I c r i ë t h n o t . .
I want
I need
too weak
to feed
I fear
I feel
I pray
I kneel
I n C h a i n s !
I hear them say . .
nail his ass
against the mast
nail his ass
against the aft
drown the woman
and the child
W e i g h T h e m D o w n
I n C h a i n s . !
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