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Jesus, Jesus, Jesus.

Her ragged voice pierces the sky.

The last signs of defiance

melts into pain.

Others taunt, holler, blasphemy.

Have you all forgotten?

Have you all lost humanity?

She withstands for hours, seemingly untouched by the fire.

But her life slowly dwindles.

Death, pleased for another soul.

The light flickers out. 

Joan of Arc


By Leanne

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