In the tenebrous night, the candle flickers.
The wind outside is tepid, calm, and treacherous.
They are calling for him.
Door to door they march,
Unnerved onlookers gasp in horror,
As the sanctity of their homes is disturbed.
They find him.
His vacant eyes hide no emotion.
He is wafted to the town plaza.
He has committed a sin.
To be hanged unto death.
How divine it is to escape redemption.
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