Zachary Mosley's Pile Of Poems

Beheaded

A man in line waiting to go.
A line leading to the exit gate.
A prison of stone keeping in the brave.
A place where faith seals a person's fate.

Blood being spilled by the martyrs.
Blood falling to the floor.
Heads fly as the judge let's go of the rope that closes the door.

One goes in, none comes out.
Souls leave and flesh stays.
Deniers stay here as believers go.
Cowards won't enter the clouds, but believers may.

The man is escorted to the stage,
and strapped into the guillotine.
The man is given one last chance,
To be what they call clean.

He says no, so he must go.
He says nay, so he can't stay.
His hand is unmarked and so is his soul.
The blade falls as the man is slain.

His soul leaves, for he has not denied.
As the others miss the salvation they failed to find.