I am tied to a stake,
I feel the ropes wound tightly, causing my clothing to combine with my flesh.
My breathing quickens as I feel the white hot flames lapping at my feet,
like maggots eating blistering holes, into my boiling skin.
I try to scream, but the mixed scent of burning flesh, and wood, writhes through my lungs like a snake.
I cast my gaze down, a crowd has come to witness my pain.
I wish they could feel it. How their God, could want this, I don't understand.
A loving God, full of peace, with demons as his followers.
I can only hope for a breaking of the holiest covenant.
Let a Flood sweep over the Earth, drowning iniquity.
My body wills to live, the spirit does not.
Convulsions begin, my body fights to live.
The ropes were weakened enough, for my uncontrolled body, to tear through.
My broken body now lays where the crowd once stood,
fearing witchery, they jumped away.
Through death, I will become an axe of judgement,
falling on the heads of those who condemned and falsely accused.
I love this poem, especially the last two lines, it just came to me, so I thought I'd post it here. home