Priyanka’s Crime

Priyanka steals what is not hers
A man’s book and a woman’s purse
Thieving wench, she shall not go free
A fitting punishment I shall decree

Hang her up on a crucifix
Pierce her skin with innumerable pricks
And when she screams out in pain
Reach into her mouth and pull out her brain

Thus Justice will have been served
Priyanka will have gotten what she deserved
And when her friends weep with grief
I’ll tell them she was a petty thief

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