sliding slowly
a silibant whisper of promised peace
wrapping 'round my neck
this loathsome coil



-silence me-



tie a knot
long sleek and tight
affix the other end securely
it has to hold for the stop



-after the drop-



see the crowd gather
see them all stare
brought the kids i see
picnic stuff too



-hell awaits-



a spectacle
is this all i am
amusement for the masses
dinner theatre?



-don the black hood-



walking outside
the cheers and the jeers
a childs wide eyed stare
this evil must die



-mount the steps-



look around at this world
so cold and heartless
the sands of time, for me
have just run low



-feel the door creak-



the people all watch in silence
the hood goes on
then the noose
heavy assurance of death



-reading out the crimes-



the crowd loves it
like football sunday
rise up and cheer
to see a man die



-pull the lever-



a swift drop
the rope snaps taut
the man gasps his final breath
though the rope and hood



-he is still-



they pack up and leave
spectacle over
corpse is thrown in a pit
with so many others



-just another dead body-

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