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About This Poem
Fear the Guillotine
Sharpened blades that gleam and sparkle,
Like the stars above so bright that shine;
He'll watch reflecting crooked smiles,
As they watch his death before they dine.
They laugh and smirk and hackle greatly,
And tell crude jokes and drink red wine;
He'll watch their thirsty eager eyes,
As they watch his death before they dine.
Animal-like due to greed and boredom,
Indifferently, they'll take their time;
He'll watch the sharped blade fall down,
As they watch his death before they dine.
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