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Twin’s Lament

My bound hands and the Litany of wrongs; was I Your evil twin? The Leering grin of the Executioner above Forces me to think. Our

Still do I writhe and Wriggle on your hook, begging For merciful death.

Dead-eyed clown mouths what My chickenshit goodness will Never say aloud

If there’s a price to Be paid, put it on my head. No more suffering.