The Chair

The blackest night
Insists upon fright
Invades your light
Hurts your might

Still you adventure
Quite unsure
A bash between 'burrs'
Leaving it all in a blue

Wake up confused
Not at all amused
To a bed, you're fused
Of malicious acts, you're accused

Brutally beaten
You continue screamin'
Go through mutilation
Your heart is racin'

No idea why you're there
Under thier 'loving care'
Your skin bleeding bare
Then you're moved to the chair

Strapped in, from head to toe
You're fighting every blow
Drugged and useless, called a how
Then electricity begins to flow

A sudden jolt
Your head bolts
Damn this murderous cult
You're dead, and it's their fault