The day had come,
Long had he waited for it...
He knelt before the idol of his god,
The one he always prayed to, as He stood motionless,
But never did he question his faith,
After all, that was all he had...
They had offered to cover his face,
But he preferred it otherwise,
His death was not punishment enough, he said,
He wanted to see it coming...
So there he stood,
Facing the gun, as the bullet propelled out,
Still sorry, feeling guilty for his crime,
Dropped dead, eyes staring into infinity...