If there’s a price to Be paid, put it on my head. No more suffering.
Spurned and burned And turned from the One for whom you yearn
No one should know what I know. Be grateful for my Silence. My burden.
Let not our humble Sacrifice be scorned by Heaven forever.
I ask my fellow Prisoners if they know the Nature of my crime They shake their heads so Solemnly, avert their gaze, Each and every
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