Briggs on the verge
gallows under
wheel swings above
blue below, blue across
Should I?
Should I not?
Fireflies swarm
up and front
Burn!
Yes, burn to hell
Should I?
Should I not?
Fangs of the sky
wings of salvation
to azzure ye roar
heaven above we fly
Should I?
Should I not?
On the end I stood
guillotine at the ready
burlesque of life
end to end
Should I?
Should I not?
drown me gut
burn in hell
fly me dead
chop me head
I should not
I SHALL
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