Execution

Tastes like copper Sit and wait and think Wrists bruised and slit with bondage
Smells like loneliness Sand and cold and videotape Carbon dust and broken brick air
Feels like hatred Helpless hopeless cancerous fear Rage vapor-poisoned windowless rooms
Blind Walled-in locked and duct-taped Beg now cry now pray now die
Hear the silence Distant bombs boots on gravel Voice of God in blade on bone
Stripped mortality Vanquished flesh swath of steel Soul freed of persecution
This is it The