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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Inside a boisterous tavern, a-light with drunken gaiety of spilled ribald laughter, he quietly sits alone ... gently cradling his mead darkly Brooding thoughts of past paid coverings buzzes inside his head Talking flies having the faces of the dead “Have mercy, please” This haunting cry, they all pled ... except the halo head ones “I forgive you” This they all compassionately say in time dispersed unison The self-muted giant rubs his eyes, still in somber inner disquietude, at this troubling sight he has seen several times Witnessing a bright, shining glow, which radiates all around the tops of those who call themselves Christian disciples — before descends the sharp, quieting blow It is by his liege, Caesar’s command, to eradicate the scattering vermin radicals, that he daily swings the severing blade The duty-bound Herodian executioner must always stay masked when the murdering performance ensues This is by privileged decree: the entertainment requirement rules A black cloth covering, sprinkled with scarlet droplets, is the terror mask his masters has him use Rabid crown sycophants love their crucifixions, the Roman preferred method of capital punishment But, his under-lord, Herod, still adheres to the ancient Molech ways — Death by the beheading blade Sighing, the brooding giant gazes about the riotous inn with roaring, unspoken disdain Even without the ritual Deimos mask on, all within the tavern knows his occupation, evidenced by his massive frame They yield a fearful wide berth to him, no one sits in the seats around his hulking presence Looking down at his Pilate-cursed hands, he sees the blood of the guilty and the innocent Bloody hands that can’t be washed clean ... never As long as he raises his arms, and lets the body-separating blade swing
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