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I must go in, the fog is rising.
I must go in, the fog is rising.
I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
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I do not want a plain box, I want a sarcophagus
With tigery stripes, and a face on it
Round as the moon, to stare up.
I want to be looking at them when they come
Picking among the dumb minerals, the roots.
I see them already-the pale, star-distance faces.
Now they are nothing, they are not even babies.
I imagine them without fathers or mothers, like the first gods.
They will wonder if I was important.
Tortured for the Republic.
[Lat., Strangulatus pro republica.]
Tortured for the Republic.
[Lat., Strangulatus pro republica.]
Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
Go on, get out. Last words are for fools who haven't said enough.
Wonderful, wonderful this death.
Wonderful, wonderful this death.
All my possessions for a moment of time
All my possessions for a moment of time
Tell them I've had a wonderful life.
Tell them I've had a wonderful life.
Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.
Hurry it up you Hoosier bastard! I could hang a dozen men while you're screwing around.
