Ready For The Slaughter 02 Poem by Mario, Lucien, Rene Odekerken

The hands that took without remorse
now tremble under the weight of justice.
The path once walked in arrogance
leads only to the shadowed gates.

No plea will soften the blade,
no regret will unmake the past.
The cost was set the moment
choices were made
and now the debt must be paid.

Eyes once sharp with hunger
now dull with fear,
feet that ran toward ruin
stand still before the reckoning.

There is no mercy here,
only the sentence long foretold.
The guilty kneel in silence-
ready for the slaughter.