A Hangman's Prayer

Forgive me for not what I do

But forgive me of who I am

I have a job to do when called upon

My senses are dulled and numbed for many a reason

The average human would never understand.

I'm led to stage with no emotion or I'll willed intent

The crowd is jeering and scoffing with nihilism

Like a stagehand behind a curtain

I get the nod and yank the rope

And just like that another neck is broken.

Again forgive me for not what I do,

But forgive me for who I am.

The Executioner

MGM, May 2nd 2020.

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