The Board
Survival is not an option; fear is a fading commodity.
Jest at night with my Brothers,
Untried, convicted, tortured -- together.
Survival is our one true intent.
To the plank we go, one by one.
Lie back, take the sock, whatever it is,
Ingest the simplest vitriol, water.
Stand trial like the man I once was;
Tearing misconceptions from the walls.
Every one of my Brothers is here.
Not one of us shall survive, but all.
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