They are standing around
Watching me
Hanging there
As I,
In my
Ghostly form
Walk amongst
This evil mined
Crowd
It began at noon
When I stepped on a shoe
That shoe
Was an important shoe?
By my executioners
Standards.
They carried me off
To old dark
Bobbed tree
To swing me
As an object
Of no care
How unfair
My neck
Felt
Breaking
As I danced
In mid air
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