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A Bloody Job....

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roxie said:
It's just like a guy to leave we three
Hanging naked, crying, in our misery
You did your duty…and well it seems
But tonight we come, to haunt your dreams!
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PP? He’s quite the rational one,
He sleeps quite deep once jobs are done,
Ne’er haunted by the role he fills,
Just do what work as pays the bills.

He did his duty, though pr’aps not clean,
No apocalypse will damp his dream,
This night he fears no spectres deep,
No nude-cruxed girls disturb his sleep.

He knows that Wragg is more distressed,
At what he’ed done, yet not transgressed,
Beyond what he’ed been tasked to do,
To crux Barb, Siss, and Roxie too.
 
cxslave said:
The sweat burns the eyes, the grimace pains the teeth
The upturned road is much too long, it's grade too steep.

The mob's sword falls slow, yet it's bite so fleet
One last moment though! A warrioress stands defiant before the beasts!

But brief was this taste of glory, repaid by the long and cruel meal of defeat
The slow death her fate, a predicted end shared with brave comrades in Valhalla she would meet.

Alone she rolls, through her life's twilight in death's strange streets
As vision closes and darkness falls, the white line shines resplendent in the shimmering southern heat.

The kindly maiden stands, in the land of the fallen past the line
Her smile so serene, her unheard words so comforting and sublime.

The amazon's name shes scribed, sadness ever in her eyes
A final mark and nod, the maiden lifts the fog and the young warrior is returned to life!

Her duty done, her comrades away.............
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The mob's sword falls slow, yet it's bite so fleet......
Alone she rolls, through her life's twilight in death's strange streets.......
The kindly maiden stands, in the land of the fallen past the line.......
Her duty done, her comrades away...............

Cx, since Pp knows the reality of your weekend's suffering and sacrifice for "the greater good" let him congratulate you on capturing it so beautifully, especially in these four lines.
 
Barbaria1 said:
"right-to-work" is their cry
their skills at whipping and cruxing they do ply
Wragg and Pp slip quietly away
to crux Barb, Siss and Roxie again some day
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Pp knows mate Wragg is not yet done,
Some more to come for everyone,
He has seen the words, they are sublime,
Pp hopes that all still give Wragg time.
 
Primus pilus said:
Pp? He watched Wragg standing there,
Bewitched by Barb’s dark wind whip’ed hair,
Her rebel friends, Siss, Roxie too,
What would they think, if yet they knew,

Of Wragg’s despair at what he’d done,
As he nailed them there, yes, one by one,
To leave them dance until their death,
Yet not alone for that last breath.

Come Wragg, Pp would have to say,
Our work is done, at close of day,
The tools are packed, in cart’s light load,
Sorry mate, Pp must goad,

To leave them now to their dark fate,
To ride away, hey Wragg, old mate,
Its time we left, head home to bed,
Best not for us to see them dead.
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roxie said:
It's just like a guy to leave we three
Hanging naked, crying, in our misery
You did your duty…and well it seems
But tonight we'll come, to haunt your dreams!:mad::eek::p
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But, as I looked upon that sight
I thought they’d faced their final fight
With far more courage, guts and pride
Than any I had crucified.

Our bloody job, it now was done
We’d made the beams on which they hung
We’d whipped them, nailed their limbs out wide -
Now guards would watch them till they died.

And so we left them to their fate
As we rode home back through the gate.
But to this day I hear their screams
Their naked bodies in my dreams.

Now I am old, I face my grave
I still recall those women brave
Will they forgive me for their pain?
When we will shortly meet again?
 
Wragg134 said:
Now I am old, I face my grave
I still recall those women brave
Will they forgive me for their pain?
When we will shortly meet again?
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Bravo Wragg. :beer:

An epic! A saga worthy of retelling around the hearth to our children and grandchildren.
Pp will not try to add any more verse of his own. He was just proud to apply the whip with skill upon each naked rebel as demanded and to add a few rough verses as he could.
 
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