The Decision

the room stinks of anticipation as strong as you'd smell at a hanging where hypocrites condemn a thief while they steal his breath a girl walks through the foyer towards this place where we're all sat as she thinks about the future she slows her steps I don't think she can face us she's much too scared and much too proud but still I bate my breath with all the rest she strolls through the doorway and tastes an air of purpose that seems much too thin i guess it's hard to swallow the purpose of death she drops to her knees and screams for God to kill us or forgive us, one but we don't need forgiveness we did what we thought best