Ladies and gents
An execution
Tick tick goes the laborious clock
And poor old nick waits in sick anticipation
Hear the sound
The blade drops down
Slicing through the skin and bone
Dead, correct ?
False
What tends to end clean doesn't
Poor old Nick, beheaded, yet coherent
Laughing, torment, cheering, he hears it
Pain burning
Blood boiling as if pouring from the gates of hell
Descended from Satan's veins
This excruciating pain, reaching a ******
Yelling, burning, crying, burning
A tear rolls down
The crowd does down
The town resumes
Poor old nick
A dead, miserable man
What a way to go.