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Sitting on a chair, tied
Blade cuts each time I lied
Blood dripped from every side—
Of my body, I cried

Truth could save me from pain
Quickly led me to lane—
To heaven for dead sane
But I did die in vain

A fellow tried to dare
Did not speak, only stare
Peeled off his skin that's fair
Slowly, came heaven's stair

—Eyji