Sinful feet approached the stage

felt the weight of eternal eyes

saw the horror of his fate

split his morals from his pride

 

he severed his tongue from his mouth

the people smiled, too

he reduced his cheeks to gaping holes

and ripped every single tooth

 

he crushed his limbs until the skin had broke

the bones violently gave in

his muscles tore in ragged chunks

and the people cheered again

 

his linen dress wept crimson tears

and framed a gruesome scene

with melted sinew in his mind

he reached for the gasoline

 

his riven chest bore no skin

the body had surpassed gore

he moved to take a final bow

but the people wanted more

 

probing the body for flesh intact

he gouged his eyes from every nerve

clawed the remains from his face

for the people to observe

 

in a hideous display, the body caved

fate will always win

the hallowed remnants adorned his figure

and birthed a seraph deep within

 

for just a moment, the body lay

free from cries from the grim divine

but the people frowned and motioned quickly

to the next body from the line