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A Wheel - Buy
Chains on black brick walls

With no windows for the sun

A church above a dungeon

And the toys of Christians

A night, the fear, the tears

A broken arm left to rot

Until a confession

Plead quick execution

Up stone stairs

Toward entertained eyes

Toward civilized eyes

Toward malignant eyes

Blood dripping from the sky

With no shade from the sun

Broken and raised on a wheel

By those who are Christian

A time, a place, a jeer

A braided man left to rot

Until the birds pearch

And their beaks lurch

Down golden rungs

Toward darkage eyes

Toward modern eyes

Toward closed eyes