________ And without drums or music, long hearses pass by slowly in my soul; hope, vanquished, Weeps, and atrocious, despotic anguish on my bowed skull plants her black flag. _______ -On the heights of despair-
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Decommissioned Day II This is not a real life, so be careful what you wish for.
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Nicolas Réniger, Saint Sebastian tended by the Holy Irene and her Servant, 1626-30.
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