My-Stake
There the stake doth stand erect,
In the village for all to see.
The guilty womans hands and feet are tied,
Fearful air travels through her neck.
Holding a lighted torch,
There doth stand a man of dark complexion.
Holds it to the pile of wood,
It starts to crackle, it starts to burn.
The innocent womans skin begins to burn,
A smell so putrid to those about.
The flames that consume light up eyes,
An important lesson a woman must learn.















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"But the Spring's not complete if the flowers aren't as sweet as dead pets we've buried in the yard. So wave goodbye from window. Close the curtains. Sit down. Play a big blue guitar." ~Flipron's Curtains because Flipron = <3
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Snake? Snake?? SNAAAAAAAAAAKE!!!
[link] <---GO
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The quiet one.
Latro! Fremo!
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