They throw pebbles at me, I fall to my knees, but I get up.
They throw stones at me, my legs buckle, but I get up slowly.
They throw rocks at me now, big, large and heavy.
Blood running down my body. My knees buckle on me.
My limbs fail me. I cannot get up.
The rocks come at me like hail.
Black, hail. Endless hail.
Life slowly fades.
Dies