The Jury

The damning eyes glaring down. Judgement rendered guilt

is found.

The jury's voice sings out clear. Execution. Your time is

near.

You were guilty as the oaths were sworn. A felon to die

upon the morn.

Limbs spread far and wide. Traitorous bastard. You've

nowhere to hide.

You're awake at the birth of the Sun. A cock cries your

end's begun.

Dragged and beaten from your cell. Your head for the law.

Your soul for Hell.