Hearken to my Lord!
Saint Paul and Saint Andrew pay homage to my Lady Sarah.
Hold true my Lord. Hurl the miner's lamp into the pit of despair.
Gather an audience of the children of Heth:
tell most lamentable tales of sojourn.
400 schekels of silver may secure her tomb.
May laurels adorn the severed heads torn mercilessly,
lopped from scrawny necks atop withered bodies.
It be not the field of Ephron which was in Machpelah,
but Heroes taunt mourning losers
of the Great Game in the neighbouring field:
Harang that mischievous lad - how true may leather boot strike so keenly?
It is here that many lazy afternoons are spent.
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