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They took all my clothes
And stretched me with a stretch bench
The executioner pressed his foot against my body
And pulled as hard
That my arms dragged
And my bones towered up
Now I'm mutilated
For the rest of my life
I became nearly unconscious
My lips began to tremble
And foam ran out of my mouth
Myrmidons shout: Confess, confess!
My lips
