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Lynching

A man walks up to the stand

His heart hung low

Tears tracing down his cheeks

The sky seeming bleak

His grave will only be three feet deep

And his soul will have a restless sleep

His family looks on with teary eyes

Not being able to say their goodbyes

An inicent soul once loved

And now has gone above

◄ The Monster

Dear Emma ►

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