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The Persians outvie all other barbarians in the horrid cruelty of their punishments, employing tortures that are peculiarly terrible and long-drawn, namely the ‘boats’ and sewing men up in raw hides. But what is meant by the ‘boats,’ I must now explain for the benefit of less well informed readers. Two boats are joined together one on top of the other, with holes cut in them in such a way that the victim’s head, hands, and feet only are left outside. Within these boats the man to be punished is placed lying on his back, and the boats then nailed together with bolts. Next they pour a mixture of milk and honey into the wretched man's mouth, till he is filled to the point of nausea, smearing his face, feet, and arms with the same mixture, and so leave him exposed to the sun. This is repeated every day, the effect being that flies, wasps, and bees, attracted by the sweetness, settle on his face and all such parts of him as project outside the boats, and miserably torment and sting the wretched man. Moreover his belly, distended as it is with milk and honey, throws off liquid excrements, and these putrefying breed swarms of worms, intestinal and of all sorts. Thus the victim lying in the boats, his flesh rotting away in his own filth and devoured by worms, dies a lingering and horrible death.
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Execution this brutal you've never heard of
Horrendous are the ways for a ganof
Infliction, so divine and compulsive
For your flesh must decay
Your body lies so submissive
For you must rot away
Force fed honey and milk
Succumb in your own diarrhea
A cancerous supremacy, I posses
A homicidal retribution, in progress
Forced to this state
Agitated to abate
Make them lay at their back
All insects begin to breed
Slowly come in numbers
Entering your skin
Feeding on your flesh
In your gangrenous flesh
Left behind to putrefy
Maggots start to feed
On what is fresh
Death lies in a foreshock
There is no escape
Starve and dehydrate
Death by septic shock
In a lake so stagnant
Float upon the water
Trapped in a container
Too undergo this torment
You are meant to suffer
You'll slowly rot away
Beneath the sun everyday
A suffering so severe
No help's coming your way
For your end is near
A pain next to hell
A protracted torture until you quell
A road of misery
And You shall make a history
As you unravel my bloody rapture
None will survive this torture
You are all in this state of fixture
Waking every single pain as you lie and breath
Fill the air with putrid stench is all I seek
As the process of mutilation continues
I will sit and stare as your body devalues
Purified through scaphism [x3]
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