(Today was a day where I caught inspiration rather quickly.  I also got it at work.  This is my take on an interestingly written song by Rocco DeLuca.  Day 193…)

Ask for nothing.  Nothing in return.  Catch a fire, and watch it burn…

When the time comes
For the hour of my execution
Strike true
Clean
Make sure we are separated in one blow
I don’t want the muscle and tissue holding us together to have to bear extra hacks

That’s too messy
The blood splatter could get on others
Remains of you and I could traumatize them long after we die.