What if the blood-thirsty thorns,
driving deep dripping crevices into the crown,
the rusted iron stakes pulverizing arteries
with a one-two-three pounding,
and the dull steel sword plunging
into the bony-caged heart
were too late
to save
one
from sacrificing
another lamb
to the dark?
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