3 August 2012
He stepped up to the gallows
Just before the noose pulled tight
And the hood upon his head
Blocked out all the light
A million random thoughts
Electrified his brain
If he had another chance
Would he do the same again
Well yes, of course he would
He had a family to feed
And in these times of hardship
He'd given in to greed
But that, it seems, was then
And this of course, is now
He'd see his wife again
And his child, someday, somehow
But it wouldn't be in life
He'd be sitting with his Lord
High up in the firmament
Having cut his earthly cord
So come now, Mr. Hangman!
Commit the final deed
I'm the winner here my friend
My wretched soul is freed
So with a sudden crack
A living death is done
He's long since finished twitching
And he's with his wife and son
final • Opuss № I