Fear
Tell us what’s happening
I stood petrified
Empty and dead
Sweat running down my back
He was tortured
Lashes of the whip
Half unconscious
Fear was greater
How could I not cry
Everything was fading
We were naked
Nothing could frighten us anymore
We were not afraid
It was over
Free men
Surely it was a dream
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