The first, he kills only the wicked, the second kills only the good, the third kills the people more handsome than him, the fourth kills the misunderstood. The fifth kills the women who'd loved him, the sixth kills the couldn't-care-less, the seventh kills people who fill qestionnaires in, the eigth kills the deeply depressed. The nineth kills the twentieth century, the tenth waits to kill you and me; the eleventh kills only our fear of the tenth the best executioner he!
Momus: Eleven Executioners
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