Torture
Torture Tell me, tell me, give me the names, before I burn you with torturous flames. Before the electrode pinches and burns, before the thumbscrew starts to turn. Before I give you water to drink, who was the killer? Tell me, THINK!. Who was the planner? Who raised the plot? Tell me the truth, tell me the lot. You mumble, you stumble, you whimper and whine. Why do I bother? Your wasting my time! I'll kill you, you waster, tell me some truth, tell me as pliers, apply to your tooth. Tell me as fingernails rip and detach, tell me before I relight the match. Give me a name, any will do, give me a couple, give me a few. Tell me a story, conspiracy tales, tell me before you go off the rails, give me a name, give an address, tell me though your under duress. Torture is helpful, torture is right, torture is helping us, all sleep at night. But why does my conscience keep me awake? When all this is done for my children's sake.
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Absinthe Friend
Greetings from the grim north of England !
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