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Alack and alas for our poor Azaelia!
How could the fiends so meanly impale ya?
For this dastardly deed they must be made to pay,
with their lives and 'twould be best if we lynch one today!
If this be the way the beasts used her last night,
how would they use on me my butchering knives?
At least there's no sign that she was the Seer.
Might that one most subtly convey whom to fear?
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