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City of Corpses

Oy, bloody city!
Full of deceit, full of plunder.
The prey never departs.
Crack of whip,
rattling of wheels,
horse galloping,
chariot jolting,
horseman climbing up,
blade of sword and flash of spear,
many slain, a mass of corpses
—no end to the corpses—
they stumble over their corpses!

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