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Your timber beams, O crucis From living tree were sawn Now put to awful uses Of crucifixion’s norm. Natural, yet unyielding In life and death you’ve stood Men, their hammers wielding Nailed a woman to your wood. Her limbs, and yours, impaled By vicious Roman spikes You trembled as she wailed...

Previously Previously a linen bed – Now a wooden cross Previously, her future bright Now her life is lost. Previously, respectful words Now the guards are rude Previously her clothes were fine Now she’s in the nude. Previously, a man to trust Now his trust has failed Previously, her cords...

THE DAY SPA OF SAINT JULIA Alright everyone, after a long day, you've gotten home, and are going online to forget your troubles. So kick back, relax, and grab a cold one if you are so inclined. This thread is very much like all the rest of my threads: MP5Stab pretends CruxForums is an image...