| They found him
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| In the latrine hiding
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| Dressed in clothes
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| Fifteen layers deep
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| The food that he had bled on
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| Was arranged in stupid shapes
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| He must have cut his arms to garnish
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| Plates laid out for banquets
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| And he had taken others clothing
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| While they slept
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| Or while they played
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| If you want to pop him
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| I didn’t see it
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| He’d been seen
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| Watching children playing
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| Recognized
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| Because of what he was wearing
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| So when they finally caught him
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| He was embarrassed and ashamed
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| Not cause of his actions
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| Because of what they made him do
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| He was not jailed or beaten
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| He did not go to trial
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| If you want to pop him
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| I didn’t see it
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| They made him
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| Leave in front of thousands
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| Of crazed and drunken people
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| Clad only in his boxers
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| Humiliated naked
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| Laughed at and then spit on
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| His punishment was lasting
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| Atonement is forever |