| The courtroom was packed as the verdict was delivered
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| The quiet defendant sat paralyzed in disbelief
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| Her hands would be severed
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| She would be hung and then burnt
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| I turned to console her but she was already being ushered away
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| Her life had never been an easy one
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| Forced to procreate like beasts in dark stables
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| She wept whenever she laid her head down to sleep
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| To escape would be her only refuge
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| From this trivial life she had been forced to lead
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| Her lover’s empty promises
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| Drove her towards these drastic measures
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| Her timeline was ticking
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| With the spring thaw quickly approaching
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| Aware that she would be whisked away
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| With the free flowing currents
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| She had to react
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| The tiny witness who pointed her out
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| Giggles today as she walks towards the schoolhouse
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| But Angelique had no freedom ever since that gavel fell
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| The shovel full of coals is what persuaded the judge
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| At the gallows she stood before them
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| With quivering lips she begged for absolution
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| But when the hangman tripped the switch
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| Her body finally fell towards its fate
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| Afterwards the empty carcass was flunt upon the pyre
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| Her neighbors and comrades all watched as the hem of her skirt ignited
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| They all cheered with glee as the flames consumed her |