All Rise

There’s a shrapnel in your throat,

threatening to make it’s way from there

to right down to where your colon is –

a gutting –

You, a tiny lamb

soon to be shoved into the oven.

Hell?

By my decree, in my court

The gavel has been pounded.

Let the sentence be carried out.

All rise.

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