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Muttering silent oaths under his breath
A master zealot looking skyward for vindication Redemption can't come soon enough Clothed in only scars across his back and the barbs around his thigh With only a tug his punishment will come and he will be cleansed The barbs pierce the skin, but not his heart To him the path to salvation leads through pain
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