Thoughts of lust had then brought him to his knees.
The courts had done what must have then seemed fair.
The anger, the dreams of which no man sees.
The judgement made; his life they did not care.
A preacher prays for lies but not his life.
His own free will had dealt the final blow.
A dead force used by all shall end his strife.
Seems distant now and from the years ago.
Unknown to him his time is at an end.
The shadows of the faces yet not turned.
The fear and pain he feels but does not send.
The stench and smoke from flesh which has now burned.
A judgement made upon the heaven's gate.
He turns to face the red; the black; his fate.