Friday, 19 November 2010

the sentence

I kneel in the arena.
And the firing-squad, they each wear my face. So does every single spectator, roaring for my death. And so does the emperor, laurel-wreathed, who thumbing-down signals for my execution.

And so does the devil, I soon realise. I should've known there was no getting away.

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