The Capture (Enter at your own risk, not for the weakat heart)

Damn our host for captured cord Binding our elbows around these poles With our hands pulled forward at our sides While dangling up upon our tip toes Wooden needles like trees pierce our shoulders Brushed to keep awake in swelting pain As we wait to be booted up again for relief Until laughter squells the screems rolling As another suffers under the reaper's blade Hours, like days, in agony's wail Bellowing endlessly until silenced in death Our bellies are filled with rice moving in sespools While beatened with cloth poles against the flesh Until my scrodum sears with swelling pain Waiting for my turn to feel the blade "Oh sweet silence of death, Let me live again!" Weeks gone by, now only I am left to die It's my turn to face the agony's defeating blade In defiance I screem and spit in his face Praying that the final stroke be swift As the blade drew back I spastically cry "Death to you all before I die!" The blade grew nearer as the reaper's head exploded Then one by one until the camp was dead When I was cut free I heard a voice rang bold "It's over, your safe now, they are all dead!" And I answered the voice; "Why couldn't you just let me die instead?" Written November 6th, 2001 © on Nov 06 2001 02:13 AM PST   18 • 0 • 1