The Executioner Burns
Somewhere in the sands of time a line is drawn to signify the end of a man.
Martyrs die and enter in the rest of GODS great plan. The Executioner no matter how many forgivens he may here he burns. He must he is guilty of the blood but wait let us pause and consider the great forgiveness how the Jesus let them spit and even hit and there was no fire from Heaven there was no anger in this man who came to die to then become the GOD of Heaven here he burns eye say here he sits and ponders me as eye type this poem to the ruling masses. Where is GOD he lives in men in hearts so heavy with they sin they sit and ponder GOD and write these words again. The Executioner will take my head as it is written yes it will happen they will drag me kicking and even screaming but then he will be forgiven even here iff eye can muster up the strength eye need to say the forgiven words AMEN oh executioner just do thy duty do thy job and take thy money home to flower wife and love her eye forgive you for your trouble. Let my head fall clean away do not let me linger in pain but take it off with just one stroke and let me go to GOD with hope. And no more fear the reaper man for he is GOD he loves us both. And so it is that eye forgive us as the executioner burns the poet learns to hope and pens his ode instructing others to fear GOD.
