Crush

This is my fortieth dark poem in the series inspired by Dharrsheena.

The music I have chosen is "The Witch" by The Rattles.

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Black Ink On Blackened Human Skin Paper

The Witch's Curse Determined By Demons

In This Dungeon, Your Sentence Is Fatal

On This Cold Stone Slab, You Are The Victim

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The Knives Will Cut You, They Will Flay Your Skin

The Stones Will Crush You, The Pain Will Begin

The Witches Say That Your Flesh Will Be Burnt

Then You Cannot Breathe As The Pain Gets Worse

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Your Ribs Give Way And Then Your Lungs Are Crushed

Your Skin, Blood And Flesh, Now A Putrid Mush

Your Corpse On That Slab, Now Food For Vermin

You're Just A Toy To Relieve Their Boredom

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The Curse Has Been Satisfied Just For Now

There's A Next Victim In This Charnel House

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