No distress on execution day

The lack of distress on the day

was weighing on my mind

the firing squad stood before me

ready, alert and fully loaded

only waiting for the command

to fire into my helpless body.

 

I wanted no blindfold, only to see

with full eyes my anonymous fate

I watched the executioners before me

standing with their own slayers

waiting in line for their own

pending pull of the trigger.

An endless flow of blood,

this life and death saga that

incessantly unfolds.

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