The Blade of Life
The time of death is now
The blade of life takes it bow
With thee I behead
Blood running red
No one questions why and how
Looking at the guillotine
One mans nightmare the other mans dream
Cousin to the knife
It takes away your life
Fast and sharp its cut is clean
Waiting in dungeon halls
Silent screams penetrate walls
No time to waste
For breath’s last taste
As men shiver before the blade falls
Laying corpses mounting high
Executed not knowing why
Men will kill
Against their will
The bell has rung it is time to die.
Feb.21.2016 ^WW^
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