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Where Doctors Fear To Tread

What can match the sheer perfection of executions by injection? Every oath that`s ever been obliges men but no machine. There's nothing personal in a bleep uniting brothers Death and Sleep. From vacant eyes I seem to heed words inaudible that plead: "Burn me, hang me from a tree, take everything save dignity." No valediction can they log when they put you down like a suffering dog

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