Yet another lamb bound for the altar of hate,
as chants rose up to the skies
and filled the air with a billow of smoke
rancid with the bitterness of forced words pushed down his throat.
He sputtered for help,
trying to solicit a sympathetic sigh
but none would hear:
The raining blows muffled his cries.
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