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One More
One more day like this and I will go insane
My escourt is silent, as if lions await
One more step and I shall be sacrificed
The light breaks upon me and stoic faces watch
One more space left in the stands
Bound, I stand as my death is prepared
One more moment and I die.
A dozen spears are raised
They sing as they kiss the air
Spinning towards their final destination
Staring spitefully ahead
I fight them, shrieking as they enter me
One more shaft and I shall die
I bow my back in pain, kneeling and falling forward
I look up with hate in my eyes
A final shaft prepared, thick as my arm
It rapes my chest, strait through my heart
I pause, open eyes and mouth, suspended
Hanging
Dead.