14 September 2012
Running down halls, running fast, But this feeling of freedom won't ever last. Breathing is coarse, nowhere to hide; It won't be long before I am crucified.
My heart beats, faster and faster, As if on the run from my faithful master. I see that it's pleasure you take from my pain; And all of my prayers and hopes are very much in vain.
As the corridors grow dark, and the windows close, It's clear to me now, the path that I chose; And as I realise, this is my absolution, I tentatively tread the gallows, towards my execution.
Execution • Opuss № I