Guillotine

This is where the feast is served,
Blades and blood have seats reserved.

There’s a drawing like the heaven,
but one rope can kill eleven.

Here, we taste the agony of pain
And be the audience that cheer insane.

The seats are for liars, thieves, beasts and you
Those whose sin cannot be mentioned as few.

For the diagram that decides on our fate
In our minds and hearts, sin becomes the great bait.

Ruddapoet Rudolph