Putting my neck out on the line
Underneath the guillotine
Execution exhibition
Welcoming hostilities
Crowded calloused audience
Applauding the facilities
Knock-on-wood, the lever flung
To greet responsibilities

Tied up, at the stake
Smoke-break, I’ve had enough
Bindings, feel the sting
Blood-flow, cut at the cuff
Heating, at my feet
Enemies, all huff and puff
Wicker-man, now I stand
Igniting to be more abrupt

Back against the wall
Blindfolded to the firing squad
Lies and accusations
Cocked and readied in their espionage
Waiting for the cannonballs
Weary to how they’ll respond
Ready, aim, fire...
Moment’s volley cease to rattle on

Lethal this injection
Coursing through my veins
With the chains of hostility
Going...