Concentrate
You know you ought to
Understand
Some semblance
Of peacefulness
Before the hangman comes.

Meditate
Upon the bitter
Nature of
Your violence
And helplessness
Before you say your prayer
(To who knows what?)

Look straight ahead
Before the hood is
Placed over
Your pale face
And suffocates
It's time now for the noose.

Solace comes
In knowing pain won't last
Some fake
Revolting
Untruth
You made yourself believe, too late now
PULL THE LEVER
PULL THE LEVER
PULL THE LEVER QUICKLY

Pull the lever gently, hangman.