They pile up ******* around my feet
As to the stake I’m chained.
I murmur a prayer unto my God
before they light the flames.

The city folk gather close around
to watch the heretic burn.
I pray the fuel is dry, not damp
As I await my turn

My fellow human torches argue
Whose is the martyrdom..
I pray my suffering will be brief
before the Lord will come.

A soldier bearing a burning torch
Lights the fuel there at my feet
I scream as flames dance up my legs
Oh God please bring me peace.