Public Execution:
And on and on it draws closer
Looming up against the grey
And tightening like a noose around the neck
Of the chosen
The martyr swallows his pride
Proud to belief
That it’s all false
That its all chance
The wood creaks
As the steps draw fewer
The crowd screams
As the floor is gone
There's a creak and a crack
The floor falls away
The sinews of rope tighten
As the world turns black
And fades away….