In the face of death, you become ferocious

Or calm, seemingly as the oceans

Boasting low tides

Your mind whirls; a confused brew of emotions

As you, steadily spiral out of control

And you know panic will cost you,

Stand firm, do as he asks,

The mantra your mind tries to tell you.

Your face cold blue as you

Stare down the menace before you

In these last moments you

remember someone saying

We're all made in the likeness of God

And you think that this man before you

In the scales of the heavens weighs closer to God

Because he too, has the power to end you

So you close your eyes and try to pray

But he orders your silence,

He says;

God doesn't order the sirens

Man does, and he

Has his hand in the pockets of tyrants

At this point you discern you've lost even if you fight

With closed eyes you beg your creator one last time

You tell him, grant me your likeness this one time

Give me the power to stand strong

To fight back,

you fight back

Two shots you hear,

And you're still standing so you know you've just ended the life of a man.

Am I a god? You think

Stiffling thoughts keep you gasping for breadth.

Your lungs fail,

Your knees limber as you fall to the ground.

The pain in your gut tells you the second shot was the call from your lord.

Is this your likeness? You scream as you fade knowing you blasphem

Spare my life and I'll praise you

Your last thoughts as the darkness consumes you