The sound of a neck-breaking

The sound of a tightening noose

The crowds acheering all around

The red scare quite before its time

One man who has control of it all

Damning all who is unholy

Or so he thought

They call for proof

But none can be given

Throughout the night 

The next to go 

Can be heard through the jail

Singing hymns, while they silently weep

They, at sunset, will be no more

As though they’re feeling the noose already tighten around their neck

They pray that God takes them away before the sun begins to rise

Fortunately, the night is to be longer than expected

Allowing them to sleep until…

Their inevitable doom…