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THE HANGMAN
It shall to nobody be a surprise
That one day I, the hangman, shall also die
In my hands the prisoners cry
Though I hate none with despise
I carry out this bloody work not for my entertainment
But to fulfil and satisfy the slated judgment
But just within me, it augurs no well
For I feel my ways condemn me to hell
Many souls have departed from me
For they never cross my quarters alive
But I can feel their painful tears and presence
At their feet swearing a thousand oaths of vengeance
I pray to thee, o souls, to forgive my deeds
Because of the shed blood from what I have seen.
