Guillotine

Go and bear the chop with pride,
Take your time like a new bride.

The truth we know cannot save us,
The mess is clear when they see puss.

There are no good ways or time to die
Or place and it is best we don’t lie.

But If you must die, die not by flames’ hate
Nor of a rope that suspends by the gate.

Tis best you die like a sheep led to slaughter
Where blood may cleanse the sins of your daughter.

Miidong.