Fall Of The Leaf

Peace finally made with what is to be done

Believing to be prepared

But the pain is yet to come

Led to the street and drug through the mud

Flesh savagely removed by red-hot tongs

Too weak to stand

Bound to a post

Incessantly flogged

In and out of consciousness

Blessings and holy water offerings

Tarnished shirt prepared and forced upon

Crowd filled with joie de vivre

Poor sinners fat to be collected soon

Beatings increase in their intensity

Degenerate declining physically

Thinking only of the end

There is no fear

A noose carefully placed

Behind their left ear

The body approaches the death throes ever more

Chants of repent as the folds open in the floor

Crowd pushes to get a closer view of him

Gathering nearer while he trembles violently

Witnesses to the fall of the leaf

Hanging until someone else will do