As martyrs walk to be

Burned at stake like

The raw meat they are

The crowds jeer and

They see only the shaven heads

The defeated eyes

And hands tied behind

Bloodied backs.

And tie them to the stake and O!

Civilization, I cheer thee with my

Rasping voice

And hay, like golden strands

Thrown upon them

The panic increases where is

Your God now? Oh bravery

Is gone when the match ignites.

Lower it, man of God

For the heretic is only someone

You want to get rid of

“Hell awaits thee!”

Oh see the creeping flames

My feet, tickled by a hot touch.

Smoke can’t breathe oh God oh God if

Ever you loved me send thy legions oh

God it hurts like nothing else

Just let me scream and let it

End and let the pain

Let the pain be gone oh gone God

Beseeching in a harsh scream

Hacking cough, harsh scream

Harsh

Scream.

Wait and watch, o Priests

Pharisees, Teachers, Thou Art Holy

Mutter under thy stormcloud beard

“Thy will be done.”

And must it be like this

Flaming finish?

Only a precursor for

Heretical Hell.

The last shiver and collapse

“It has been done”

Take their scorch-ed corpses

And fling them into a pit.

Pharisees, Teachers, Thou Art Holy

And you scorch-ed ones

Oh Demons that thou art

Thou art not.