The Ballad Of The Executed Poem by Zac Plague

A walk that seems to take forever
As you head toward your death
All your life, you'd dreamed you'd never
In this way, take your final breath.

Led solely by a hooded man
His axe rested on his shoulder
You do everything you think you can
But all around, it's getting colder.

People stand around in crowds
Patiently waiting to see you die.
Sunshine slowly seeps through the clouds
A warming light, and then you cry.

The hooded man takes your head
And forces it upon the stone.
There's nothing else that can be said
So confess every sin and atone.

Behind your back, your hands are tied
From now there's no escape
Despite however hard you tried
You won't escape this fate.

You steadily await the axe
To swing and end it all
Your sweat dripping in the cracks
As you hear the angel's call

The hooded man raises his blade
You close your eyes and pray
All at once: He swings, you fade.
Another person dies today.