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Constraint gives scant choice; a naked man is chilled by the frost. A modern poem: What was once a tiny candle now burns brighter than the flames of hell. The blood boils in my veins, an altar to nobody set ablaze. I'm straining my neck to peer up high at the furious one who gave me life.