Inquisition

A.W. NUTTER A combination of sweat and urine An unbearable stench in this cell Odors causing my stomach to churn Unable to eat, my final meal in hell Nourishment was the least of my worries Inquisitor’s whip, had cut me to the bone Condemning me, as Gods worse adversary Sitting in the dark, shivering and alone Accused of consorting with the Devil Being born in Salem, my only violation Sadistic pleasure by the priest who's evil Hypocrite, thanking God for his direction Echoes of the guards approaching Torches flickering, lighting their way Metal keys rattle, my door is opening Taking me by the arms, I begin to pray The sun so bright, blinded by its light As the guards tie me to the wooden spire The Lords Prayer I continuously recite Prayers to screams, as I perish in the fire