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Allocution

Allocute to me your transgressions,
and see if I am so inclined to pardon you from your punishment.
Fitting you shall lay in the filth you saddled me with.
My heart and mind will not be soiled, cry all you like, you will have nothing but that which you gave me; which was nothing.

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