Twenty-five sticks beat one at a time
It’s not the pain; it’s to survive
Body and soul become one stone
Anger is the saving throw

That one alone beat twenty-five
As all lay dead, all inside sinks
Ripples of conscience scald the skin
Therapy’s where the mind’s thrown in

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