(poems go here)
The guillotine was honest,
as it cut off your bloody head.
it didn't whisper "I love you,"
and then mess with your mind instead.

the firing squad was honest,
as they shot you through the chest.
you knew they hated you,
and did not say it in jest.

all methods of execution are honest,
hateful, vile, but true.
but for now I must say,
the cruelest words are "I love you."