One by one send them shuffling down the slope. in a jumble to tied together with string or rope. In pairs or clustered like the ticks in a dead dogs ear. The deceased... the dead... they just dont care. You know the dead wont mind. They wont mind if we cut them up into tiny little bits, if we take away their children, throw them into the streets. Sells them off for science or feed them to the throng, the dead are easy with the dead you cant go wrong. Grind their bones to dust to fill in the cracks, or hang them up as warnings along the hangmans rack. Dead dogs dont bark, nor do dead dogs leave their mark. The dead are easy, with the dead you cant go wrong.
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