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From the point of view of the person who is going to be exacuted. Possibly in the ancient days of Europe. People in those days made a show, an entertainment, out of the exacution.

Submitted:Nov 29, 2012    Reads: 4    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   

They were grateful

I wasn't

They welcomed me in

and loved me

I hated them

They gave me an important place

and showed my "greatness" to everyone

I could care less

They showed me a beautiful knife

and gave it to me

I didn't want it


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